#also wow I can’t spell tonight! I’m on my phone at the office

[theologyy]

Thank you for answering so quickly and so nicely! Of course they can be separate things! And she is of course very pretty. Me personally I think they’re both a little OTT with it and don’t seem as genuine as other couples. But that’s just my personal feeling.

But yes her financial ‘background’ is a red flag all of its own aha.

Of course! <3

Okay, I’m about to start totally speculating. And I’m disclaiming with w/the fact that I’m way more in tune with the NYC financial scene than the London scene!

There’s definitely a need in NYC to “look” the part for entry-level fjnancial positions. The nepotism is CRAZY, it’s incredibly difficult to get a job without a connection. I cooooould see her over-the-top preppiness as something that developed in college to blend in with the London business kids. There’s a vibe that everything has to be done perfectly, all the time — otherwise, you’ll be passed over for the boss’s child/family friend/babysitter. (I’m exaggerating a little bit here). Maybe it’s a holdover from that era of her life?

[nadezhda-wexler]

A Moment In Time, Again and Again

Hello @xoxobuckybarnes, It is I, your Summer Fic Exchange writer for @b99fandomevents.  Thank you for all your amazing prompts, but I ended up choosing “The Squad after ten years”. I really hope you enjoy it.

Also a few points:

 1) The whole story is non-linear. It’s like a series of snapshots. It’s related, but chronologically the don’t really make sense

2) It is smut adjacent? Implied smut? Idk, It’s just a few lines because honestly, it’s my first time writing anything like that

3) There might be some spelling errors and grammatical error, sorry if they put a damper on your experience

4) Thank you @b99fandomevents for giving this chance

5) MOST IMPORTANTLY: I hope you enjoy it.

There were many reasons Amy thought that might bring the squad together- well, mainly one- Scully dying (the man was already decaying when she was in the precinct), but this was not it. In fact, this was the opposite of it.

  She reads the sign again, still wondering if she dreamt it up. But nope. Norm Scully and Cindy Shatz were indeed getting married. 

  Amy walks into her old turf: Shaw’s Bar. She feels like she stepped into another universe, everything is different, but somehow, the same. It’s the place she came to right after her wedding. The stools are different and the bar more worn, but the place still feels warm like her wedding night. The back door leads right to the alley where she once tried to conceive (that was a low point) and judging by the fact the Hitchcock is standing right outside the bathroom with Scully nowhere in sight, she guesses even the bathroom smells (stinks) the same. 

  Her eyes sweep over the room, she can see Rosa and Gina huddles together and she already feels bad for their victim, Holt and Kevin are talking to Terry- it never stops amusing her seeing the very passionate Captain Jeffords squared against impassive Retd Captain Holt and Kevin. Charles is haranguing the caterers, when she hears a voice from behind: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

They had just gotten into the airport- Jake is bringing all their luggage while she is trying to get her children to calm down. While Maya knows everyone in the squad, Mac has lived with them more. So Mac has decided to fill in the blanks. His stories are wild and absolutely untrue and Maya is hanging onto each word. She was looking to see where her husband was when Maya suddenly tugged her hand and asked in wonder “Did Daddy really catch a thief by sending Mac in undercover?” “No. Your daddy never sent Mac undercover because he isn’t a cop and he is a baby”. “Well, I am not a baby and dad did do that, he just didn’t tell you”

 “What didn’t I tell your mom?”Jake joins them, luggage in tow. “That you sent me undercover to catch that thief” “Mac”, Jake says with fake indignation. “You weren’t supposed to tell that. It was our secret”  Mac’s eyes has that same mischievous glint she has seen a million times on her husband’s face as he says he told her to maya and launches into his story. They’re loading their luggage into the cart when Jake’s phone buzzes. “That’s Charles and he has already called me 5 times and messaged me a lot. I stopped counting after 10”, Jake says. “Kids, your Uncle Charles is waiting. You know how he gets when you are late!”, he adds.

  Mac, without any prompt, holds his sister's hands, so as to not lose her, still continuing with the  stories of his feats, she’s sure, without missing a beat. Her heart swells as she watches her kids, Mac being a protective older brother and Maya holding onto his hands and words. Her husband’s hand slips into hers as he asks “You ready to go?” She couldn’t be happier.

"Captain Santiago"

"Captain Holt! Hi!" Apparently even his retirement hasn't made Santiago less flustered. He won't deny there is a part of him that enjoys the reverence. "How was your first year running a precinct, Captain?" He enjoys calling her Captain almost as much as she enjoys hearing it. 

"Great! Super cool. Fantastic. Dope. No diggity no doubt" He briefly wonders if she had a stroke. 

"Okay, you saw right through me. It's not been easy. Manhattan is completely different from Brooklyn. The squad is also new, they all just transferred about a month or two before me. So they don't even know each other so everyone is walking on tiptoes. And they follow everything I say, but don't really see me as a leader."

"Well, the first precinct I ran, I had a detective who only cared about closing cases, everyone in the squad thought I was a robot, my two best detectives had a bet with each other, my Sargent was chained to the desk and the office administrator was Gina and I had Hitchcock and Scully"

"You are right. I shouldn't complain. I don't have a Hitchcock and Scully"

"No. But that was not what I was trying to say. Once I got closer to all of them, I realised that the detective who did not care, cares not just care about closing cases, the bet made both detectives better, my Sargent saved my life, Gina is still Gina and that being a robot doesn't make me a worse Captain. What you need to do Santiago, is trust your squad. You have a unique opportunity to build this team. But you cannot do that without unflinching trust. So trust them. Help them and let them help you. And if you ever feel the need, please do not hesitate to contact me. I might have retired from the force, but not from being your mentor"

"Wow! Thank you so much Captain. That means the world to me." Some people might call Amy Santiago a teacher's pet in an attempt to mock her, but the truth is she is a teacher's pet because she is a brilliant student. She revels in learning and enjoys implementing her knowledge even more. She is a teacher's pet not just because she is adept at brown nosing- which she admittedly does sometimes, but because she will be the student that teachers can one day be proud of. He might tell her this if it did not make her explode and also because Amy Santiago understands him, so he just smiles.

  They had barely reached the terminal before Charles pounced on Jake. Amy and the kids barely had the time to move away from being hit. Genevieve and Amy unload the luggage while the kids catch up. It takes the men one whole minute before they let go. 

  "Genevieve, thank you so much for taking the kids", Amy says.

  "Of course Nikolaj loves hanging out with Mac and Maya. It's my pleasure to watch them."

  "Still, thank you! And Jake-"

  "NO!", Charles almost pushes her down trying to get between Jake and her. "You get him every other day Amy, you cannot poach him away today."

  "Charles, I am not trying to poach him away. I just wanted to tell him to enjoy the night and have fun. Also you visited not three weeks ago and you guys FaceTime constantly."

  "FaceTiming is not the same Amy! It has been 28 days, 14 hours aaand three minutes since I have been covered in Jake's musk"

  “Ugh! Alright", Jake says. "Charles, why don't you take these two bags and load them into the cab while Amy and I bring the rest?"

  "Okay.", Charles says almost defeatedly. "Don't be late."

  Jake turns to her. "So what are your plans again?"

  "I will go to the hotel, have a long bath after which Rosa and Gina will come pick me up for the bachelorette party after which both will crash with me because according to Gina quote if I am going to stand next to you as a bridesmaid, you need to at least be six and you need help with that unquote"

  "I still can't believe Cindy asked you and Gina to be one of the bridesmaids"

  "Well, we did help them get together."

  "Yeah. And as this goes on, I will be with Charles hoping whatever he made is edible and missing you terribly"

  "Stop being a sap Peralta. And have fun tonight"

  "It’s Peralta- Santiago, FYI. And I will 100% have fun, but I'm still gonna miss you. I gotta go before Charles comes back. I love you"

  "I love you too."

   It was a tiring night and Amy just wants to take her makeup off and she really wants to be out of this dress for more than one reason. As much as she loves her kids- and that is a lot- she is glad that they wanted to stay at Holt's place. The kids love their Fauxpas (they are her kids, of course they know what faux pas means and more importantly, when Mac very proudly said it, both Kevin and Holt agreed that "it is a humorous wordplay"). Mac can never get enough of Holt's stories and Maya loves the Classics. She can recite Odyssey from memory. And both of them get away with things that only they (and maybe her husband) can- some stains of orange juice, mud in the house, a few broken glasses- all.of these are forgiven because it's their fauxchildren's doing (it doesn't work as well, but Holt was proud and Maya laughed and so it stuck). And after two days of wedding prep, she really needs a day without being worried about someone breaking something or constantly screaming. And even more than that with the way her husband has been looking at her all night, she really, really needs to be the one screaming. 

   She is halfway through taking off her makeup when Jake, sans jacket, (but with tie and damn, her husband looks fine) walks in. He puts his hand on her waist. "Babe, do you know how hot you look?"

  "Oh is it the running mascara that does it for you?"

  He pulls her in closer and from his look she knows that the screaming she was hoping is definitely happening. He says in a low voice  into her ear, "No. It's you." It's like each word he says vibrates inside her. "You having been driving me crazy all day. You in that blue dress. You knowing exactly how amazing your butt looks in that dress. You taking control when everything was falling apart. It's you Ames who does it for me."

  She turns around and pulls him by the tie and kisses him hard and he's lifting her up onto the counter, kissing every bit of her as he lowers his head between her legs. She thanks the stars that this is her life partner.

  (And later she'll counting the same as Jake twists his wrist in the way that he knows will bring over the edge.)

  Every time Jake sees his wife, he falls in love with her a little more. Which he wouldn't have believed possible sixteen years ago. She hasn't spotted him, so he takes her in for a minute. Every time he steps into Shaw's Bar, he remembers walking in as a newly wed couple. Sure afterwards the evening did take a turn, but until then it was perfect. Except before that when there was a bomb threat and an actual bomb and Teddy proposing like a thousand times. Wow, his wedding day was a mess. But still it was one of the happiest days of his life because even through all that, he was hitched to the most beautiful woman in the world. Who is now watching everyone waiting for him. 

  So he walks up to her, drinks in hand and says, “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

  "Ooh , Casablanca", she takes a glass. "Yes. Charles and I watched it yesterday. We didn't even know what was going on half the time because Charles was crying and making noises half the time."

  "Oh, just Charles?" "Okay fine I was crying a little too. Okay a lot. Fine I was the one who was crying the most. Happy?"

  "Oh babe. It's cute that you think you should say that to me as if you didn't watch it for the first time with me"

 "Oh yeah. Well, I tried. Oh before you ask, the kids are all at the Jeffords' house and Cagney and Lacey are keeping an eye on them. And the best part: without a babysitter's fee."

  "Wow, I really missed friends' kids doing things for us for free. Remember when we babysat Cagney and Lacey for like three days straight, without even thinking of money?"

  "And if we were to go by the amount our babysitters charge, we'd have enough money to buy Orangina for a whole month." 

  They move to the counter, perched on the barstools. "You know Captain Holt just called me Captain"

  "He's been calling you a Captain for a year babe, you know, cause you've been a Captain for a year!" 

  "I know! Can you believe?!" 

  "Of course, because you are awesome and amazing"

  "Oh, and he also said that he's still my mentor and that I can call him for advice any time."

   "Wow, obviously today was a big day for you"  

  "I know" Her whole face is lit up. Her cheeks are flushed, from the drinks and the running around making things happen, from the many catching up and from the fact that her mentor called her Captain. Once again he's a little bit more in love. His eyes catch Cindy and Scully awkwardly shuffling around trying to dance. Hitchcock is trying to hide the fact that he's disappointed, but doing a pretty bad job of it. He sees Charles and Genevieve almost having sex which apparently is how they dance. The music changes to something familiar and his wife looks amazing and he wants to dance with her very much. "Amy Santiago- Peralta, may I have this dance? And don't worry, it's reinforced shoes so I won't even know if you step on me." "Ha ha Peralta- Santiago. You are my teacher, so if I'm stepping on your toes, it's your own fault"

  "Wow, blaming the victim." 

  They are on the dance floor, her hand in his, hand on his shoulder, his on her waist. He can see every little detail on her face, the mascara running a bit, lipstick that's smudged. Her perfectly set hair, falling around the edges. She's beautiful. 

    "I wonder why all the greatest love stories are so tragic"

  "Because that's what makes them great. The fact that their love is so powerful that it's unattainable."

  "Well I think that it's stupid."

  "What?"

  "That the greatest love of our life is the one we don't have. It's categorically untrue. My favourite love story has a happy ending anyway"

  "You mean Morticia and Gomez?"

  "That's my second favourite"

  "Well, what's your first?"

  "Ours, of course" She smiles and that's all he ever wants to see.

  Her hand is in his, the other moves to his chest. His are around her waist circling, as he pulls her closer and she rests her cheek on shoulder. He buries his nose in her hair and she nuzzles into his neck. If he'd imagined a perfect life sixteen years ago, not even in his wildest dreams he'd have thought he could feel like this. 

[bqstqnbruin]

Helplessness and Good Food

I still can’t spell that man’s name wow. I also got my cap and gown and hood today from SJU and it’s just hanging on my closet door mocking me about the fact that I’ll never get to wear it, but at least it was free right?

But this was requested and here we are me still having more requests that I LOVE! Just ignore the fact that the title sucks ah

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“Babe, I know you’re in pain, but I have practice in like ten minutes. I’ll be by as soon as I can with everything I’ve needed when I’ve had surgery.” You hear Matt running on the other end. He was definitely late to practice; you could picture him sprinting through the city on his way to Warrior just to get there in time so he won’t be scratched next game. “For now, Samantha is there to help you, and we’ve coordinated it so she doesn’t have to leave for work until I’m back. There’s even some overlap where you’ll have both of us waiting on you hand and, well, knee.” 

You laugh at his attempt at a joke, “I’ll see you later. Have a good practice. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you hear him say on the other end, practically hanging up the phone before he can say it out of panic of being late. You try to shift yourself to a more comfortable position, which was hard given the complete immobility of your left leg. You had messed up your knee because of dance when you were younger, putting off the impending eventual surgery that you would need to get it fixed. Then you were out for a run, the first part of your normal workout, when you weren’t paying attention to where you were going, colliding with someone and busting your knee, much worse than it had been before. Matt and Samantha insisted you go see your doctor, only for him to tell you that you need reconstructive surgery because you tore pretty much all of the ligaments in your knee. 

Trying to adjust yourself took at least twenty minutes before finding a position that didn’t make you writhe with pain. It was your first week at home and you still weren’t used to navigating your apartment without use of your leg. 

“Hey, what do you need?” Samantha says, coming into the living room with more pillows, as if the four that were under your leg already weren’t enough as it was. 

“Use of my leg?” She tries as hard as she could to adjust the pillows without sending pain through your leg. It didn’t work, but you know she was trying. 

“Did you take the meds the doctor told you to take?”

“Yeah, this morning, but he also said try not to take them often, so I don’t want to take more until I go to sleep tonight if I need to.” You struggle to reach for the TV remote, hoping that you can put on a movie or something on Netflix to take your mind off your leg. It was just out of reach on the table in front of you; moving anymore to get it and you would be in pain for the next twenty minutes while you tried again to readjust yourself. “I’m so helpless!” you shriek as you give up.

“Well, yes, but at least now you have an excuse.” Samantha gets up and hands you the remote. 

“Very funny considering I noticed that since I haven’t been able to vacuum, the floors are much messier now.” 

“Touche.” She plops down on the chair, probably trying to think of the last time she even used the vacuum. “What time is Matt getting here?”

“Uh, his practice ends in about four hours? So in four and a half assuming he showers?” you tell her, trying to find a good movie to put on, “What should we watch?”

“How about that Ted Bundy movie. The one with Lily Collins and Zac Efron?”

You find Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil, and Vile. It was one of your favorite movies; you had seen footage of Bundy before and the way Efron mirrored Bundy’s mannerisms was mindblowing to you.

By the end of the movie, you were ready to pass out, even though it was morning. “I haven’t actually slept well since before the surgery because of pain, so if I can fall asleep like this, I’m going to,” you told Samantha about halfway through the movie, feeling your eyes close then. You must have actually fallen asleep because you wake up with Samantha gone and Matt sitting on the floor, his head right by where your shoulder was on the couch. You mess up his hair doing your best to sit up so he can at least come sit up on the couch. “Hey, babe.” 

“Hey, there, sleepy,” he says, pushing himself up on the couch, you lay your head in his lap, “How are you feeling?”

“Hurt. Helpless,” you pout.

“I know, Y/N, but you’ll feel better soon.” He runs his hand through your hair, letting your eyes close as he does it. “In the meantime, as I said, Samantha and I are here to literally 24/7. One of us will bring you something to make you feel better every day until you are as good as new.” 

“Really?” you ask, your eyes lighting up, “Materialism at it’s finest. What did you bring me?”

“Well, today, some of the guys and I chipped in and got some stuff that we like to have after surgeries. So Torey got you a copy of Holes, which he said is his favorite book, Marchy got you a copy of Tales from the Locker Room from the 2011 season, I’m thinking because he’s on the cover,” he says, laughing, handing the two books to you, “Charlie got Chef Keith to make you the Dark Chocolate Sweet Potato Almond Butter Brownies that he loves and he’s like 90 percent sure you would love, too. Then Jake got you Oreos, Zee got you some Caramel Apple Spice and Egyptian Licorice Teas, which, I’m not sure why.” He keeps pulling out item after item from the bag. He apparently told the entire team you were having this surgery and literally every single one of his teammates must have gotten you something to keep you occupied during the time you were useless.

“How’d you even manage this?” you ask, sitting up so carefully so that you don’t irritate your knee. “The boys must love you.” You have to twist yourself around so that you can give him a kiss on the cheek, causing both of you to burst out laughing at how awkward it was, “I hate having half of me stuck in one place!” you whine.

“I know, I know. But trust me, the boys love you more than they love me. Jake would rather have you as a teammate instead of me.”

“So what you’re saying is, if we break up, the guys are keeping me and getting rid of you?” You lay your head back in his lap, getting comfortable again. 

“Let’s not talk about us breaking up, and just go back to watching some TV. Try the cookies that Stephanie made, Patrice says she’s a great baker.” 

“What kind are they?”

“I don’t know, he told me the French name and I don’t know.” He starts to laugh taking a bite of the cookie himself, “but fuck they’re good!”

“You,” you start laughing so hard you end up lifting your head from his lap slightly, “are getting crumbs all over me, you pig!” You brush the crumbs off of yourself, praying that Samantha actually vacuums so you don’t have to.

You spend the rest of the day just relaxing. Anything you needed, Matt got up so carefully and practically sprinted to get it to you; more water, he got it, your phone charger, he got it; something from your bedroom, he got it. 

“What time is Samantha getting home?” he asks after you watched Perks of Being a Wallflower. It was getting close to dinner time, and it was a little weird that she wasn’t there.

“Uh, I’m not sure. Let me check my phone, maybe she said something?” you reach for your phone, still needed Matt to give it to you like Samantha had earlier, “Yep, she said she’s going to be home late. Probably after 7. Shoot, she was making dinner.” 

“I’ll do it! What was she going to make?” he jumps up, sending you sitting straight up and pain rushing through you. You try to hide the distress from your face, not wanting to make him feel bad in any way for wanting to help. 

“Babe, you’ve never cooked for me before. Help me move my leg from the couch to the table so I can sit up properly?” 

He helps move the pillows to create a mountain under your leg. It felt so much better than having to stay stuck laying down on the couch like you had been the entire day, “Have I really never cooked for you?”

“No, we always order out.” 

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he says, running into the kitchen to try to figure out what to make. “Why do you have no food in here?”

“Maybe Samantha was supposed to pick up stuff for dinner on her way back from work?”

“Nope, I found some stuff!” he calls as you here clanging in the kitchen, hopefully, the noise of him trying to get pots or pans out of your cabinets.

“Babe, don’t break anything!” you yell to him. You don’t need him cleaning up knowing that he’s horrible at that, and knowing Samantha won’t vacuum for who knows how long. He doesn’t answer, and all you can do is stress watch episodes of The Office that you’ve already seen at least ten times already. 

Samantha eventually comes home before Matt is finished cooking. “Oh, my god. What happened here?”

You look around at the mess you didn’t realize you and Matt had made. “The boys made me a care package and I guess Matt got a little crazy with throwing things on the ground?” 

“What’s that smell?”

“He’s making dinner.”

“Oh no.”

“I know.” 

“He’s never done that before!” 

“I know!” The two of you squeal like giddy school girls, laughing after about how ridiculous you sounded. You and Matt were serious, but he had never cooked for you before. 

“If it tastes good, keep him.”

“Well, I would hope she would keep me even if it weren’t good considering this mess is my fault. You need me around long enough to clean up.” Matt is balancing a bowl of food on his arm, another plate in each hand. 

“What is this?” Samantha looks at the bowl that Matt set in front of her, obvious disgust on her face.

“Chili.”

“We had beef here?” you ask, turning to Samantha.

“I didn’t buy it and you haven’t been shopping in months.”

“Should we be scared?” you turn to Matt, a look of fake fear on your face that only makes him laugh.

“Will you try it first?” Matt begs.

You and Samantha look at each other, the fake fear turning into real fear. Where did the beef even come from? You hold up a spoonful of the chili, “Count of three?”

“Oh, come on!” Matt says.

“One, two, three.” Samantha counts down, both of you shoving the food in your mouths at the same time, immediately spitting it out.

“I love you,” you say, shoving the bowl at Matt, Samantha getting up to run to the kitchen and get rid of her bowl, “but that is God awful.” 

“I’m ordering pizza!” Samantha yells. You can hear her opening the trash can and dumping the rest of the chili. “Whoever goes to get the pizza is also bringing the trash out, Matt.”

“Is it that bad?” he asks, looking upset as he takes a mouthful of his dinner. “Ok, yeah,” he spits it right back into the bowl, “That is horrible. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s ok, babe,” you take his face in your hand, kissing his cheek, “You tried. You failed, but you tried.” 

“I love you. I wish I was better for you, especially now.”

“You’re perfect.” 

“Perfect or not, he’s taking this out, and getting the edible food.” Samantha comes back with the trash bag, dumping Matt’s bowl in too before tying the bag and handing it to him. “Go.” 

“I’m going, I’m going!” Matt yells as Samantha practically throws him out the door. 

“You can still keep him.” Samantha jokes. 

“I will,” you say as he comes back, plopping down on the couch with the pizza, giving you and Samantha each a slice. “Ugh, good food!” you draw out as Matt rolls his eyes at you, a smile spreading across his face. 

[myhockeyworld87]

Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 18

Word Count: 4686

POV: Reader’s 

Warnings: Smut, like NSFW, cursing

Notes: I’m just going to apologize in advance for the smut, I don’t know what came over me; but at the same time I really enjoyed writing this smut. Is that wrong? hahaha! If it is I don’t want to be right...hahaha. I hope you guys enjoy it as much I do. Peace, Love and Hugs!

Of course, arriving at the new house at two in the morning wasn’t the way you wanted to see your dream home; but it still took your breath away when you walked through the door. The décor almost looked like something out of a magazine, and not your home. You couldn’t believe the amazing job the designer and her team had done in such a short time. You walked around the place in awe; it literally was your dream come to life.

 The chandelier over the dining room table looked gorgeous and cask the room in an intimate glow; you couldn’t wait to have a meal in there. The office still had work to do, but you just overlooked that. When you entered the open concept kitchen and family room; it looked warm and cozy. The designer had placed pictures of both your families, as well as some of you and Tyler throughout the room. The built-in bookshelves also housed some, as well as vases and unique decorations. You felt like your head was on a swivel taking everything in; everywhere you turned there was something else to see. Tyler’s words, brought you out of the spell that had been cast from when you walked inside. “Wow! The place looks amazing.” You could hear the wonder and awe in his voice.

 “I know! It’s simply gorgeous. I can’t believe we live here.” The two of you strolled into the game room, where all of Tyler’s memorabilia had been put out on display. “Oh my god, I love this. It looks so much better in here than where it was in the old place.” His framed jerseys were hung on the wall, as well as some of the most important pucks from goals he’d scored.

 “Come on let’s go see the upstairs.” He grabbed your hand as you made your way up the staircase. The room you had chosen for the baby was left empty, though three other bedrooms had been transformed into beautiful guest suites for when family stayed with you. In the movie theater, you could just picture you and Tyler curled up watching one of your favorite flicks. An authentic popcorn machine adorned the back wall, which you had a feeling you’d be using soon, as a craving suddenly hit you.

 You made your way through the rest of the house, before Tyler scooped you up in his arms and carried you into the master suite. “Ty, is this really necessary?” It seemed to be a new habit of his lately.

 “Yes.”

 The bedroom furniture that you’d ordered fit the room perfectly. On the nightstand was the black and white photo of you and Tyler that was your favorite. The bedding gave the room a cozy vibe and made you want to crawl up among all the pillows; which you would have, had you not still been in Tyler’s arms. “It’s gorgeous in here.” You squirmed in his arms, so you could take the whole view in; and he gently laid you down on the pillows.

 “You’re the gorgeous one.” He crawled on top of you, a distinct look in his eye that you recognized so well. It may have been close to three in the morning, and you were exhausted but one look at Tyler and your whole mood changed. Reaching up you placed your palm on his jaw and brought his lips to yours; where you kissed him lovingly. “I want you so bad baby; but I know it’s been a long day.”

 “Ty, stop talking and take this damn costume off; so we can christen this bedroom properly.” He laughed, then tugged the sleeves of the one-piece Mario getup off his arms; while you wiggled out of the dress, both of you moving feverishly. Finally, you were both stripped down to your undergarments; only then did you come back together, hands roaming each other’s bodies, as your mouths fused together. As you trailed your nails down his back, he shivered and pressed his body into yours; a moan escaping you when he did. He slid your bra straps down, his lips going to the skin he exposed. Popping the clasp, your breast sprang free and he took a taut nipple into his mouth. You squirmed underneath him, as jolts of pleasure pooled in your core. His thigh was between your legs and you found yourself grinding on it, as he continued to suck on your tits. Your hands ran threw his hair, part holding him close and pulling him away.

 Your body felt on fire, as you thrust your hips seeking more. “Easy baby.” His hand skated to your hips, holding them down as he rubbed his thigh against your clit; you whimpered. Releasing one hand from his head, you reached inside his waistband and felt his hard length; sliding your palm up and down him. “Fuck (Y/N), the things you do to me.” You pumped him in your hand and felt him harden even more. His hand went to your panties, pulling on the one side to get them to come off. “Lift up, I need these off.” You happily obliged, as he finally rid the lingerie from you.

 He removed his boxers at the same time. “Ty, I need you.” It was a moan and a plea all in one; and his hand snaked between the two of you to make sure you were ready for him.

 He didn’t need to check; you’d been wet from the moment he laid you on the mattress. You felt his fingers slip between your folds and you sighed from the pleasure of it. “Fuck baby, I need to be inside you.”

 “God, yes Ty.” Spreading your legs wide, you invited him to enter you. Cock in his hand, he ran the tip against you; coating himself with your wetness. He leaned his forehead against yours; then thrust fully inside you. “OOOOooo, you feel so good.”

 He started to slide in and out of you; your hips rising to meet him. Bodies fitting perfectly together, as he rocks into your pussy. His eyes locked with yours, as the two of you move as one. “God, I love you.” He pants out.

 “I love you too Ty….so much.” He thrust into you and you shattered, calling out his name; the sound causing him to fall off the edge with you. You were both sweaty and breathless, as you laid in the new bed sated and happy. Idly you stroked his head, playing with his curls. Neither one of you spoke, and you could feel your lids growing heavy; so, you stirred.

 “Babe, where are you going?” Ty’s voice was garbled, laden with sleep; as he tightened his hold on you.

 “Bathroom and to let the boys in. It’s their first night too.” You padded across the floor quickly, half disoriented when you entered the ensuite. It took you three attempts before you found your makeup remover and a wash cloth. You made your way back to the bedroom, where Tyler was under the covers asleep. Letting the dogs in, you crawled into bed beside him careful not to wake him up.

 All three dogs jumped on the bed, rooting around trying to find a comfortable spot. “Babe, why are you so far away.” He was reaching for you, trying to draw you closer to his body.

 “I thought you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you up.” You scooted over, making Gerry move in the process. You kissed him quickly before rolling over so he could spoon you; within five minutes you were both sound asleep.

 At eight in the morning the alarm went off, startling you both. “Why in the hell is the alarm ringing?” Tyler grumbled over at you; as he squeezed you tighter and shut his eyes.

 Leaning over as best you could, you grabbed the phone; silencing the alarm. “The designer is coming at nine to finish. Can you let me up?”

 “Uh-uh” A small chuckled escaped your lips at his childish answer. “Call her and tell her to come tomorrow.”

 “I have to work tomorrow and you’re leaving on a road trip.” His arm around your waist grew heavier, you could tell he was relaxing back into slumber. “You sleep, I’ll handle the designer; and try to keep them quiet.” Thankfully the office was on the opposite side of the house. Moving his arm, you slipped out of his embrace and the bed; kissing him on the forehead as you made your way to get ready.

 Shortly after nine the designer and team showed up and got to work. She went over the few changes she made yesterday to the house with you; and a few thoughts she had about the nursery. You and Tyler hadn’t had time to discuss the baby’s room yet; though you were quite fond of what she had put together for you.

 Tyler came out to the kitchen around ten-thirty. “Morning babe. You want me to make you some breakfast?” You asked going up on your toes to greet him with a kiss. He held you longer than necessary with random people roaming your house; though you didn’t mind.

 “Sure, if you’re going to eat too.” He knew you too well; knew that you’d only grabbed a protein bar earlier. You nodded your head yes; then went about getting ingredients for omelets. “So I forgot to mention to you last night; that Chubbs and Rads are coming over this afternoon.” You glanced over at him before he continued. “When we were waiting out in the garage, we were talking about the place and I said to come on over and check it out. You don’t care do you?”

 “No, why would I? What time are they coming?”

 “Around four I think. That ok?”

 You threw the eggs in the skillet and started to cook them. “Yeah that’s fine. Why don’t you text them and have them stay for dinner. I told Jamie I would cook when you guys got home, but we could do it tonight as well.”

 “You sure babe. I don’t want to put you out or anything.”

 “I planned on cooking for us; it’s no biggie to add two more.” Adding the cheese to omelets, you gave them a few more seconds in the pan. “Did you want to grill or want me to make something else?”

 “You know what I really want?” you looked at him questioningly. “Your stuffed shells.”

 Placing his plate in front of him, you teased. “Those take forever to make, and you don’t even like pasta.”

 “I made that comment one time in an interview; and you’ll never let me forget it.” You both laughed. “But you know I love your stuffed shells, their one of my favorite foods.”

 “I know. How about I have them for you when you come back.” You’d be in the kitchen all day if you made them; between the homemade sauce and then cooking the meat to fill them.

 “Alright. How about that roast you made that one time your parents came up?”

 “God Ty, that was like what; this past May or something. Wasn’t it?”

 “Yeah, well what can I say; it was unforgettable.” He forked a mouthful in; his breakfast practically gone before you even sat down.

 “Alright, I’ll run to the store and get the stuff; while you clean up from breakfast.” He scrunched his face but then grabbed a bite of your omelet.

 “We could both clean up and both go to the market.” Which really meant, you’d be doing the dishes while he sat there and watched you; which was fine. The man would really do anything to get out of loading the dishwasher.

 “Ok.” You finished your breakfast; Tyler stealing bites here and there. The two of you headed to the store, grabbing all you needed for your impromptu dinner. By the time you returned home, the designer was just finishing up. Everything looked perfect, and you thanked her for all her hard work; telling her you’d be in touch soon.

 You were just finishing up dinner when Rads and Jamie came by. Tyler was giving them the grand tour of the house; when they finally ended up in the kitchen. “So what do you guys think?”

 “It’s really incredible.” Jamie stated. “I can’t believe the backyard.”

 “Yeah, really nice digs.” Rads added. “Smells good in here.”

 “Thanks, I hope you guys are hungry.” You’d set the table in the kitchen, instead of the dining room; since it was just the four of you. “You guys want a beer or some wine? Ty, would you get them some drinks?”

 He got the drinks, while you took the meat out for him to carve. Everyone sat down at the table, as you brought the meal over. You were mid-step carrying over the asparagus, when the baby kicked you hard. “Woah, easy there little one.” Jamie looked at you with a worried expression. “It’s fine, the baby is just kicking a lot at the moment. Want to feel?” You placed his hands on your abdomen where the baby was kicking.

 “Wow that’s amazing.”

 Tyler set the meat platter down, an expression on his face you couldn’t read. “Well dinner’s on the table.” He was glaring a bit as Jamie removed his hand from your stomach. Dinner was awkward. While the meal itself was fine; it was the conversation or lack there of that put the room on edge. It seemed as though Tyler was pissed at Jamie for some unknown reason; for he all but shoved him and Rads out of the house as soon as dessert was done. Claiming they all needed to pack for the long road trip ahead. You wished them both good luck as they left and told them you’d have them over again soon.

 “Ty, what the hell was that about?” You asked as they were pulling out of the driveway.

 “What do you mean?” He was heading back the hall to the bedroom.

 “I’m talking about how rude you were during dinner. What set you off?”

 He was in the closet, grabbing suits out. “I’m fine. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He pulled out a burgundy based plaid with a navy tie; one of your favorites. You stood there hands folded across your chest as you waited for him to say more. “Stop looking at me like that.” He acted this way a few times before, most recently with Robert. Which is why you continued to remain silent, until he told you what was going on. “Fine, do you really want to know what’s bothering me?”

 “I asked, didn’t I?” It was a snarky comment, but he was pushing your buttons at the moment.

 “I’m tired of you and Jamie flirting all the time.” Taking a step back, you were thrown for a loop with that comment.

 “What are you talking about? Jamie and I do not flirt.”

 “Last night, I found you in his arm twice; then today he’s got his hands on your stomach feeling my baby.” Was he serious? One look at his face and you knew the answer to that question before even asking that.

 “Ty, you’re being ridiculous. First off, I’m madly in love with you. Secondly, he’s your best friend and my friend as well. We’re not flirting with each other.” How could he misinterpret a few simple hugs?

 “Well, it seems like that. He’s always saying that he’s going to steal you away, when I fuck up. Now he’s feeling my baby kicking. That’s supposed to my thing; you know?”

 “Ty, you feel the baby all the time and talk to it. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal.” Really, you hadn’t thought anything about it, when you’d offer Jamie to touch you; honestly you would’ve asked Rads as well if Tyler hadn’t declared you all eat. “And you know he’s just kidding when he says he’s going to steal me; at least I hope you do. Jamie’s been nothing but a friend to both of us.” His back was towards you, sifting through clothes; so, you placed your hand on his shoulder to turn him. He pivoted easily. There was hurt in his eyes, and tore at your heart. “Babe, you know I love you right.” He nodded.

“You and the baby are my world. I’m not really sure what all this is about, but I think you know deep down that Jamie nor I were ever flirting. So talk to me and tell me what’s wrong?”

 He blew out a frustrated breath. “I know you’re right.” His hands went to caress your baby bump. “I don’t know what was wrong with me, I just got so jealous of him touching you like this. It’s completely stupid. I know Jamie doesn’t want to steal you away; though he does like to tease me about it all the time. And I know you love me; and I love you more than anything. I guess I’m just still scared of losing you to someone else. I couldn’t take it, ya know.”

 “Babe, I’m not going anywhere; and especially not with Jamie.” You both chuckled; the tension leaving Tyler a bit. “And now that I know people touching my baby belly sets you off, I’ll not let anyone do that.”

 He was still rubbing your belly, as the baby kicked again. “I know I sound irrational right now. I think I’m just on edge cause we have this road trip coming up. I just hate leaving you anymore.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s just the whole Robert thing happened when I was going on a roadie, then the car accident.” He pulled you close to his chest, and you wrapped your arms around him. “I’m afraid every time I leave anymore, and I know I’m just imagining things with Jamie. You don’t have to stop people from touching the baby; maybe…I don’t know let me feel first.”

 You smirked into his shirt. “I can do that.” Looking up into his eyes, you reminded him. “You know the baby and I are going to be fine right? And that no one, and I mean no one; is going to steal me or the baby away from you.”

 “I know.” He said smiling down at you. Raising up on your toes you kissed him passionately, pouring all your love into him. When you finally broke apart, he said. “See, now I don’t want to leave again.”

 You snuck out of his arm, then tapped his ass. “Get back to packing Seguin…Oh, and apologize to your best friend, for being a butthead tonight.”

 “Did you just call me a butthead?”

 “Mmmm I did. I’m going to the office to do some work. Come find me when you’re done.” With that, you grabbed something out of the closet and headed out the door.

 By your estimations you had about ten to fifteen minutes before Tyler would be in the office; but since you’d been planning this all day, it wouldn’t take long for you to get set up. It took exactly eighteen minutes before you heard his voice in the house. “Hey babe.” When you didn’t answer he yelled again. “Babe, do you know where that burgundy suit coa……” His words died as he stood in the doorframe of the office, drinking in the sight of you. You could only imagine the sight he was seeing; sitting in the office chair, in only his suit coat and navy tie, clad in the black pair of Louboutin shoes he bought you for Valentine’s Day, with a pair of thigh highs on.

 The suit coat was buttoned so that it didn’t expose your breasts. As you ran your fingers through the tie, you said. “Looking for this?” Your feet were propped up on the desk, exposing the red soles of the shoes you only wore on special occasions.

 Tyler’s eyes were wide, and he was blinking hard. “I…I thought you were….working?”

 “I thought about it.” You shrugged. “And then I thought, we still have more rooms to christen in this place.” Dropping the tie between your breasts, you added. “So are you just going to stand there? I think I might be getting wrinkles in this jacket.” You sat upright, doing your best impression of Basic Instinct. He was in front of you before you could say another word. Mouth crushing yours in a kiss that was raw and savage; neither of you holding anything back.

 “Fuck babe, this is so hot.” He pulled you out of the chair and into his arms. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, you threw it over his head and across the floor. His tie followed, while his mouth sucked on your neck. The two of you turned, your ass bumping up against the edge of the desk. You’d taken the liberty of removing anything breakable in the fifteen minutes before he came, though you’d left a few stray odds and ends. He pushed them aside, like you’d see in some cheesy movie; it was sexy as hell, and part of the reason you’d left things on the desk. Then he lifted you, sitting you down on the desk; as he unbuttoned his suit coat you were wearing.

 Draped across your shoulders, it hung there loose; exposing your breasts to him. He drew a nipple in his mouth, lightly biting down. You moaned and arched your back; feeling yourself sliding down on the desk top. “Ty, stop.” He raised his head immediately, a stricken look on his face; thinking he’d caused you pain. “The coat.” You struggled slightly, trying to remove it. “I really don’t want to wrinkle it.”

 He laughed, though he took the jacket and lay it across the chair. “God woman, what you do to me.” He followed you down onto the desk, stripping his jeans to the floor as he did. His hands trailed up and down your body; lighting a fire inside you. You pulled his mouth down on yours, sweeping your tongue inside his; taking control of the kiss. His hands skated up to knead your breasts, and you groaned with pleasure; breaking the kiss. “You like that baby.” He pinched your nipple hard and you moaned again. “Yeah babe, let me hear you.”

 His other hand reached down to your wet pussy; where he sank a finger deep inside you. “Fuck Ty, yes.” Your hips bucked up against his hand.

 “You’re always so ready for me babe. Do you know how that turns me on?” He added a second finger as he continued to pump in and out of you. “Are you wet for me when I’m gone? Do you think of me doing this to you when I’m away?”

 “Yes…Ty…Yes” You panted out.

 “Do you touch yourself here,” He pushed his fingers deep into your pussy. “When I’m on the road.” You moaned, the sound filling the room. You were incapable of speech at the moment, as pleasure coursed through your body. “Do you know I picture you doing that when I’m gone. I think about you lying on our bed, naked; your pussy dripping wet thinking about me, as you slid your fingers in and out of it.”

 “Fuck Ty!” You couldn’t deny it, for every word he said was true. You’d pleasured yourself numerous times that way when he’d been gone.

 “I get so hard thinking about you like that.” Reaching down you took hold of his cock; feeling how stiff he actually was. Though he was leaving in the morning, you wanted him inside you right now; while he was still here. “I stroke my cock, while I think about your legs spread wide open as you play with your clit. Sometimes I cum just thinking of that right there.”

 Your body arched off the desk. “Fuck Tyler…I need you…please babe, fuck me now.”

 He took his cock out of your hand then. “You want this baby.”

 “Ty…please.” You were begging, but you needed him inside you. “Please.”

 He placed his cock at your entrance, rubbing it against you. A whimper escaped you. “So needy,” he smirked; but you could see how much holding back was killing his as well. The tip of him entered you and you sighed from even that small contact. “You want the rest baby?” you nodded. “Then tell me.”

 “Fuck Ty, stop teasing.” You rocked your hips trying to take more of him; but he pressed your waist down to the desk with his free hand at the same time. He would make you wait no matter how bad it was killing you both. After he’d expressed his vulnerability to you earlier tonight, he must need affirmation that you were his. You’d let him have this, at least this time. “Ty, I need you…I need you to fuck me…right now. Please baby, I need your cock inside me… I need you, only you…so bad.”

 Your begging put him over the edge and he plunged his dick inside you, filling you until he bottomed out. “Oooo…fuck (Y/N) you feel so good.” He leaned down and kissed you, not moving his cock that was buried inside you. Looping your legs around his hips, you pressed him deeper inside you. He rested his forehead on yours. “You know your mine baby…all mine.”

 “Yes Ty…yours, only yours.” He slid his cock slowly out of you. “Mmmm” Inch by inch he filled you back up again. “Oh god!” Hips rising to meet him, you couldn’t stop the rush of desire that went through you. Sweat broke out across his brow, from his painstakingly slow progress. “Faster Ty...please.”

 Even though you were begging again, he continued to move slowly; taking the full length of himself leisurely in and out of your pussy. “I love you (Y/N).” In went his cock. “Tell me you love me too.” Gradually he glided out. “That you won’t leave me.”

 His vulnerability was written across his face, and it tore at your heart. “I’ll never leave you Ty.” Tears slid down his cheeks. “We’ll never leave you.” Your eyes borrowed into his, as you spoke the words, emphasizing we’ll, so he knew you meant both you and the baby. “I love you….I love you so much Ty.” Reaching your hands up to his face, you caressed his tears away, as you kissed him with all the love you had. He started to pump rapidly into you then; his cock hitting the perfect spot inside you. “I love you.” It was a mantra you kept repeating over and over, as he made love to you; until finally you reached that peak, falling over screaming out his name. “TYLER”

 He thrust one last time into you, his face filled with ecstasy; as his cum poured inside you. Falling on top of you, you felt his tears as he whispered. “I love you so much (Y/N).”

 You held him close to you, one hand stroking the curls on top of his head. “I love you too. I’ll love you forever and so will our baby.”

 He picked his head off your chest, looking you straight in the eyes. “Promise?”

 “I promise Ty.” You’d only seen him once like this before, so raw and emotional; when you told him about the baby. This road trip was really messing with him; he needed reassurance and so you gave it to him. “Babe, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back.” He nodded knowing the words you spoke were true; a smile spreading across his face. “Now can we go to bed, in this place? Because as much as I like this new desk, it’s not extremely comfortable.” You both giggled, as he rose off you; then scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back to your bedroom. The jacket, wrinkles and all, ended up being worn to the arena on his next game day; a huge smile on his face as he walked with it on.

[cordonia-continued]

Forever Be My Always.

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2 chapter 1 - After the Coronation

Pairings: Liam x MC (Riley Taylor)

Warnings: slight swearing, angst

A/N: This is the first Fanfic I’ve ever written, any similarities to anything else out there is unintentional and is purely coincidental. I fell in love with the TRR series late and have only just got into it. I felt that some of the chapters just needed a bit more - so here it is. Hope you like it.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Apologies in advance for any typos, grammar or spelling errors.

Chapter 1

‘... I choose Lady Madeleine’ as the words from Liams mouth rang out around the ballroom it was all Riley could do not to be sick. His declaration had knocked the wind out of her, she couldn’t speak, she felt dizzy, so when the palace guards seized her and marched her out of the room she was powerless to resist, her legs were weak and shaking beneath her. ‘DRAKE!’ She eventually screamed, he knew what had happened that night, surely he can help her. Straining against the firm grip of the guards she turned her head to see Drake grappling with two more, trying to get to her. She could see his face was red and his lips were moving, he was shouting at them she could tell but all she could hear was the pounding of her heart reverberating around her head. She protested to the guards who led her to a security office in the palace ‘speak to Drake, please! Why are you not listening to him! I was set up! Liam can’t think that I would do that to him! He told me he was choosing me! Seriously go get Liam, you can’t do this!’

She’s now sitting alone in the departure lounge at Cordonia International Airport. It’s been an hour since her removal from the palace. Her hastily packed bags lay around her feet. Thankfully, after she was unceremoniously extracted from the ballroom by an apologetic Bastien the guards escorting her allowed her to grab her belongings from her room. To save her from further humiliation they also let her change from her lavish ballgown into a pair of skinny jeans and her favourite oversized Yankees hoodie, before bustling her into a waiting unmarked police car and speeding her through the night to the airport. The last hour has been such an adrenaline rush that she’s had no time to stop and give much thought to anything.

Finally Riley gives in and sobs out loud, previously she’s always been so self-conscious when she’s cried but now she just gives in to the enormity of her grief. She sobs into her hands feeling the warm salty tears drip between her fingers. Her sobs echo around the expansive airport lounge, people stare as they pass by, their excited chatter about holidays and travel plans muting as they awkwardly glance in her direction. She knows she must look a state but she’s given up caring what anyone thinks right now, it no longer matters to her. In her head she replays the events of this fateful night, thinking about it over and over again, how could he do that, how could he choose her, he said he loved me, we made love for the first time tonight for fucks sake! The beautiful words Liam spoke to her in the maze are running on a loop, every time she replays it, it becomes more painful than the last, tears stream down her previously perfectly made up face, mascara etching out dark rivers of sorrow on her cheeks. In the last hour she has been unable to see or speak to any of her friends, no one would tell her what’s going on. Bertrand and Maxwell were dragged away in the opposite direction. The guards seized her documents from which travel arrangements were hastily made.

Riley clutches her phone in her hand, willing it to ring or at least buzz with a text. She’s called Drake’s and Hana’s numbers at least ten times already and neither are answering, she knows there’s no point even trying Liams, it’ll no doubt be intercepted. She desperately needs to find out what the hell has happened. Why are they not calling me, surely Drake has told them it was all a big misunderstanding? Do they actually believe I would cheat with Tariq? The humiliation stings her heart and she can feel her cheeks flushing crimson. Thinking about the photos of her in her underwear that the press have printed makes her cringe inside, maybe it’s for the best, she thinks, I don’t know if I can face speaking to anyone right now anyway.

She’s lost in thought as the airport tannoy loudly announces flight PB205 to New York City that she’s scheduled to be on, it startles her back into consciousness. She takes a deep shuddering breath, picks up her hold-all from the floor and stands on still weak and shaking legs ready to go to the gate.

Suddenly a commotion down the corridor catches her attention, the guards that were standing there, watching her from a distance to ensure that she leaves, are grappling with someone.

‘Wait! Riley!’

‘Maxwell!’ She exclaims, her hopes rise at the familiar sound of her friends voice.

Suddenly a deep upperclass accent commands ‘you will keep your hands to yourself, I am the Duke of Ramsford!’

Ahh and Bertrand she thinks, she’s slightly nervous as to what he might say about the scandal and the shame she’s bought on House Beaumont. Oh God how are they going to survive with all this bad publicity adding to their worries. Guilt is now eating away at her alongside the humiliation, the last thing she wanted to do was sully their reputation and cause them more troubles.

She catches a glimpse of them as they bundle through the guards, the image of them both dressed in their formal dress suits jarring against the harsh bright fluorescent strip lights of the airport lounge. They both come running towards her.

‘You came to help me?’ Riley asks Maxwell with hope in her voice.

‘Well, kind of’ Maxwell responds pulling her into a bear hug, his grip tight, she sags into his embrace. A fresh wave of tears takes over her, helpless to keep them at bay she hiccups her words out.

‘What...the...Hell...happened...Maxwell? What have I done...to deserve this? Why...didn’t Liam...stop it? Why does he...believe it? Who would...do this to...me?’

She cries into Maxwells shoulder. He soothes her, patting her gently on her back, ‘Wow, wow Little Blossom, I don’t have any answers -yet, but we believe in you’. He lets her cry on him for a few moments, holding her tightly against him. Eventually he releases his grip and she turns to Bertrand, her voice small and raw with emotion.

’Both of you?’

Bertrand looks at her with one of his customary stern gazes, but his eyes are softer than she’s ever seen them, betraying his outwardly cool exterior. In a clipped tone he asks ‘just tell me the truth, are you having a romantic relationship with Tariq?’

Outrage swarms through Riley’s veins

‘Of course it’s not true!’ She cries out nearly yelling.

‘Then you were set up, of course I believe you I just had to ask’ Bertrand states matter of factly.

‘We’re here to take you back’ Maxwell chirps, with far more cheer than the situation calls for. Ahh Maxwell Riley thinks, ever the optimist, he seems to be handling this way better than she ever imagined he would, his soft yielding personality often borders on childlike, she expected to have to comfort him - not the other way round. It’s not often Riley crumbles under the weight of her emotions, but then again she’s never felt this way about anyone before. Liam has a hold of her heart unlike any before him ever has, he’s the perfect mix of sweet, gentle, passionate and kind- well he was before he slept with her then dumped her for Madeline, she thinks. She knows she can’t go back there, she can’t show her face in the royal court again, not after tonight.

‘Oh Maxwell, I’m not sure I want to go back’ she sighs sadly. ‘I’m sick of the games, of the pomp and circumstance, of the bitching and backstabbing...I’ve made my decision, well it’s been made for me really hasn’t it- I’m going back to New York, and I’m pretty sure those guards aren’t taking no for an answer’ she nods towards the two men dressed in dark green Royal Cordonian Guard uniforms still lurking nearby, watching with a disapproving eye over the three of them.

‘Noooo’ Maxwell squeals ‘please stay, I don’t want you to go! We can solve this together, team Beaumont!’

At the use of the slogan they crafted together throughout the last few weeks she offers him a weak watery smile.

‘We need you - I mean house Beaumont needs you Lady Riley. Don’t worry about the guards, I can sort it with the Crown’ Bertrand offers solemnly, the emotion in his eyes not quite pulling through to his voice.

‘And it’s not much fun if it ends here is it?’ Maxwell is shifting from foot to foot, his nervous energy making it impossible for him to stay still. Riley sadly shakes her head at her loveable puppy like friend, her hands nervously toying with the strap of her carry-on bag.

‘I’m sorry Max, I have to go... it’s about time I went back to my friends and my old life where I can be me again; where I don’t have to compete to prove myself to the man I love...Liam chose Madeleine, it’s over’

Fresh tears threaten at her eyes again and Riley sniffs them back.

The final boarding call for her flight echoes across the polished marble floor of the departure lounge.

‘I can’t compete with her, we both know that, she was born for this life, I wasn’t. I’m tired Maxwell I can’t deal with this shit anymore’

Bertrand clears his throat loudly

‘Heh, sorry Bertrand, I know it’s not lady like to swear, but that’s just it, I’m not a lady - I’m a New Yorker, I don’t belong here, it’s not who I am. I’m sorry I can’t stay and help you guys anymore, I really am. You’ve been so kind to me, you’ve done so much for me, but I have to go, it’s the best thing I can do for Liam right now, he doesn’t need me staying here causing more press speculation for him, testing his people’s faith in their King’s judgement.’

Giving Maxwell one last emotional hug goodbye, Riley makes her way to the desk handing over her passport and boarding card to the stewardess. Each step she takes towards the plane becomes heavier than the last until she eventually walks across the jetway to the plane doors. Taking a deep shuddering breath she enters the cabin not looking back. She’s unsure if her trembling legs will even carry her to her seat. But they do and she sits down heavily into it, grateful to have been allocated one by the window. Tightening the buckle on her seat belt she pulls the hood of her oversized sweatshirt up over her head obscuring her face from the other passengers, and there she stays huddled up against the window, silently sobbing for the entire flight.

[thenovelartist]

An Impromptu Proposal, 15-16

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15. Animal Instincts

It had been a week since she married Adrien, and while she certainly didn’t regret marrying him, she was having regrets about not telling her parents. She’d already lied and said she spent the night at a friend’s house when she’d actually had spent the night in the arms of her husband. She’d also taken to hiding her rings on a chain for the time being until she could think of a good excuse to tell her parents.

Ding!

She instantly reached for her phone to check her messages, only to see one from Adrien. Her spirits lifted.

Morning, my love! I missed you last night. Hopefully, you’ll be able to sneak out tonight and meet me. We may have just married, but home is no longer home without you there. You’ve ruined me XOXO

She blushed at the thought. Honestly, she knew spending the night at her parents was a good way to appease them, and she had planned to tell them last night, but it hadn’t happened. She had crashed in her bed there instead of traveling to her husband’s house, mostly because she was worried her parents might wake her up in the morning again and she wanted to avoid another catastrophe.

I’m going to be late to work today. Meeting with another potential buyer. Do you want me to bring you lunch when I come?

She grinned. From where?

Anywhere your heart desires

Marinette bit her lip. Surprise me.

;) XO See you at lunch.

With a grin on her face at the prospect of a nice lunch with her husband, she dove into her work for the day, easily checking off task after task for the morning.

Lunch time came around, and she was eagerly waiting for Adrien to calll her up to meet him or at least say he was here. Instead, there was a rather nasty surprise that came her way.

One in the form of Lila Rossi.

She was dressed head to toe in designer clothes, but that was to be expected. The hem of her body-hugging dress only went halfway down her thighs, her heels so were high that Marinette couldn’t imagine walking in them, and she wore that ever-present, self-satisfied smirk on her face.

And the butterfly miraculous was pinned to a choker on her neck.

Suddenly, Lila froze in the hallway. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” she cried in disbelief, removing her sunglasses from her eyes to see clearly.

Marinette put on her best smile. “Lila Rossi. Fancy seeing you here.”

“It was a spur of the moment kind of thing,” Lila said with a fake smile. “I heard Adrien was selling the company, and I couldn’t help but want to set up a meeting with him since I was in the area. So, I thought I’d drop by his office and schedule something. We’re friends, you know, so I’m sure he’ll get me in.”

Marinette forced her smile to remain. She knew full well that Adrien was not friends with Lila. She remembered telling Chat about Lila back before they revealed their identities, and he’d told her that they’d met at a party once and he hated every moment of it. He hated Lila even more when Ladybug had told him Lila was her bully all throughout school. “I didn’t know that. He’s never mentioned you.”

In that split moment, she realized her mistake. Lila’s smile grew the slightest bit strained. “Oh? Well, I’m sure that he has no reason to mention me to his employees.”

Marinette’s smile was tight. “It was nice seeing you,” was all she said as she walked off.

Lila returned a smile. “You, too.”

With that, she hurried off towards the bathroom, hoping to escape Lila.

It was a vain effort, but at least she got to relive herself before Lila appeared.

“You know,” Lila said, glaring Marinette down. “CEOs usually don’t have a reason to talk to little people like you. You are a design assistant, right?”

How she’d learned that, Marinette didn’t know, nor did she care. It wasn’t important. What was important was how Lila was trapping Marinette in the bathroom just like she always had back in school. “We met outside of work.”

Lila scoffed. “How? Like you two remotely cross social circles. Unless…” Lila gasped, scandalized. “He paid you to be his escort for an evening.”

Marinette scoffed. Lila hadn’t changed, saying nasty things like that to try to break Marinette down. “Our friends are dating,” was all she said. “We met each other through them.”

Lila frowned. “And he entertains you? Wow, what a kind man, to entertain you out of pity and politeness—”

“Oh, stop it,” Marinette snipped, not allowing Lila to continue demeaning her. “We get along plenty well.” So well that he married me last week.

“I don’t see how,” Lila said. “You two are in completely different worlds. He’s a high class business man while you… oh, poor thing. You haven’t changed at all since school. Shame.”

Marinette didn’t respond. Lila just wanted to get a ruse out of her. “What do you want, Lila? To bully me again? For what reason? Because you need a ‘self-confidence boost’ by knocking me down?”

Lila’s eyes got cold. “You always were too nosy for your own good,” she said. “And so harsh. But I’ll be nice and spell everything out for you. You stay away from Adrien, and there will be no trouble.”

“No promises,” Marinette sassed back. “What are you going to do about it?”

For a split-second, Marinette saw surprise flash in Lila’s eyes. “What do you have to gain from being near Adrien?”

“What are you trying to gain by keeping me from him?”

Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Which wasn’t surprising to Marinette; she could barely believe the words coming from her mouth, either. For the sake of not causing a racket, Marinette had kept quiet about Lila during school. It just was more of a hassle to fight her. Now, there was no reason to not stand up for herself. Particularly when her husband was involved.

Lila smirked. “You don’t want me near him, do you?”

Marinette shrugged, not denying nor confirming it.

“Why? I just want to do business with him. Why would you be opposed to that. Unless… you’re opposed to me being near him for other reasons.”

“I just don’t want you pushing me around anymore, Lila,” Marinette said, not lying about that. “I’m not going to fall for any of your dirty tricks.”

“But you shouldn’t be bothered about me being near him unless you had a thing for him.”

I have more than just a thing for him. Marinette mentally sassed.

“But… that’s just so sad,” Lila continued. “I mean…look at you. What do you have to offer a man like him? He’s selling a company, meaning he’ll want connections for a new line of work. Something I can give him that you can’t. And even if he wouldn’t care for that, what would you be to him? A wife? You’re not exactly built to impress, honey,” Lila purred, by running her hands down her sides. “That little ruffled neckline isn’t hiding the fact you’ve got a small chest, and that pencil skirt proves you don’t have hips. And then when you look in a mirror, it’s not like you have the finest face around. Not like mine. You don’t have much to offer in that department, now, do you?”

“I’m sorry, Lila,” Marinette snipped. She knew they were lies, yet they stung all the same. “I really don’t have time to continue listening to you yammer on about superficial crap.” And with that, Marinette found the courage to push past Lila and march out of the bathroom.

She felt proud of herself for being so assertive, considering she’d never stood up to Lila like that before. It was a big step forward to being an adult, and she couldn’t help but be proud of herself.

When she returned to her workstation, she checked her phone, happy to see that Adrien left her a text saying he was in his office with food waiting for her. She quickly shot him off a text I’ll be there soon, but Lila is supposedly on her way up.

Lila?

Lila Rossi. We crossed paths in the hallway. I don’t want to run into her again.

There was a short pause. New plan. I don’t wanna be here. Meet you at our favorite spot on the roof?

You got it.

Marinette slipped away back into the bathroom, where she doublechecked that no one was there before transforming and slipping out of the window there.

She rushed to the meeting spot, Chat arriving a few moments after her.

“Well,” he purred out, smug smile on his face as she marched up to him. “Fancy seeing you he—”

Before he could finish that sentence, she shoved him back against the chimney and kissed him, hard. She couldn’t help it, not when the sight of him brought all of Lila’s lies flooding back into her head. It didn’t take him long to respond, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

When she pulled away, he was left panting. “Wow; what a hello.”

“Mine,” she growled, her hold in his collar tightening.

“Me-ow,” he purred. “What brought that on, bugaboo.”

She grunted. “Nothing.”

“Yeah. I believe that,” he sarcastically countered.

She sighed, knowing that wouldn’t get past him. “Lila.”

He hummed. “That I believe. What about her?”

“She just… gah!” She spun away from him, tossing her hands in the air before pacing the rooftop they were on. “She’s just so… so… arrogant and such a hussy and manipulative and just a… a… a… a bitch!”

Chat Noir came up behind her, catching hold of her. “Take a breath, bug.”

She did and then took another before leaning back into her partner’s arms. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I shouldn’t let her get the better of me, but… I don’t know. She still does. She basically told me she wants to seduce you and that I don’t have a chance to seduce any guy because I don’t have the body for it and that I looked like I hadn’t changed since school. It’s stupid; I know. But it still hurt.”

Chat chuckled, clinging to her tighter. “That’s right; she’s lying. You seduced me so hard, I put a ring on it.”

Her heart did a skip at his words, ones spoken with a hint of teasing yet an undertone of sincerity.

“In fact…” He spun her around and gave her a once over. “If I’m being honest, bugaboo, do you know what my animal instincts are telling me right now just from a single glance at you?”

She felt herself blush at the gleam in his eye. “W-what?” she asked, her voice surprisingly weak.

In a flash, he grabbed her by the thighs, hoisting her up to his hips and shoving her up against the chimney. She gasped partly out of the shock and partly out of what the possessive hold was doing to her. “They’re telling me that I should ravage you.”

Her blush could not get any deeper. “Chat…”

“What of it?” he asked, teasing smile on his face. “Does my wife have a problem with that?”

“Only in public,” she said.

He hummed. “Then I think I should take you home and spend my lunch time proving to you that Lila is a liar and that your body is all sorts of sexy to me.”

Though embarrassing, she couldn’t help but smile as she took his cheeks in her hands. “Thank you, chaton, for that wonderful confidence boost.”

“I’m partially not kidding,” he said with a smirk. “But honestly, I never want you to feel like you’re not beautiful. Because I find you so extremely attractive in so many ways that the cat inside of me is struggling right now that I’m not letting him out.”

“Oh? Would I be in danger if you did?” she teased, leaning her forehead against his.

“Well… you said not in public. So… yes.”

She giggled nervously. “Are you saying you’d like me to come home tonight so I can tame that cat for you?”

It was his turn to get flustered at her words, and she loved the tinge of pink that dusted his cheeks. “I’d really like to see my wife, tonight,” he answered. “And if she wants to tame that cat, then I will have no complaints.”

“Then we’ll see what I can manage tonight.”

“It’s a date.”

 ...

16. Akuma

The akuma came in the middle of their lunch break, and considering how easy it was to defeat, Lila must have been rash in choosing it.

Meaning, she was upset over something.

“I wonder if I really ticked her off,” Ladybug said, sending the purified akuma back into the air.

“No, it was likely me,” Chat admitted. “I told my secretary to have her schedule a formal appointment. If she was insinuating that she wanted me—specifically to seduce me, considering her comments to you—then she must have been mad that I was so unwilling to see her.”

Ladybug paused in thought. It was possible and believable that that was the case. Lila usually didn’t react well when something didn’t go her way.

But… now was their chance. “Adrien, I want you to see her.”

“What?” he asked, eyes blown wide with shock.

Marinette nodded. “Just today, I saw the miraculous pin on her choker.”

“And you didn’t think you should tell me that?” Chat questioned.

She grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I was caught up in… other things.”

A slight blush colored Chat’s cheeks. “Fair enough.”

“So, I think that knowing she’s wearing it, you should to what you can to get close to her, then maybe that would give you a chance to take the miraculous from her.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Chat said, holding up a finger. “Are you, my wife, suggesting that I charm her into giving it up?”

“Basically,” Ladybug said with a smile.

Chat looked confused. “And you’re okay with this plan?”

“Well… no, I don’t particularly like it, but I like having to fight her on a regular basis even less. And if this is the only chance we get to stop her, then we have to take it.”

Chat looked pensive. “I mean… I hate to say that your plan is a good one, no matter how miserable I’m going to be.”

“I’m sorry for even suggesting it,” Ladybug said.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with your husband flirting with Lila?”

Her brows knit together as she bit her lip. “I don’t like it. Not one bit. But I trust you.” She stepped forward to take his cheeks in her hands, pulling him close so their foreheads were touching. “I fully trust you with this mission. I know you’re mine and Lila won’t get you. And I know this is one of the best chances we have right now of getting that miraculous back. If you flirting with her for the moment means we get to retire from the superhero business and actually, honestly settle down together, then I will take that chance.”

His hands moved off her hips, but only so he could wrap his arms around her in a firm embrace. “Then I’ll do it. And I won’t like it, but you make a tempting offer with the potential of a villain-free future if we succeed.”

Ladybug smiled then pulled him down into a kiss. She intended it to be firm, but her husband took it a step further, tilting her back and making out with her like his life depended on it.

“I can’t let my wife forget who’s important here,” he whispered in her ear. “If I’m going to pretend to flirt with another woman, I have to make sure my wife realizes that said woman will never be able to compete with her.”

Her heart pounding and tears welling up in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held tight. “I’m so lucky to have you as my husband.”

[carriedawayfromhome]

Schedule - L.H/A.I

Part 2

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Summary: Ashton and Luke are married and Luke is concerned that they have become too predictable, so he comes up with a plan to help them.

Rating: Explicit

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A few days had passed since Luke had suggested the challenge of spicing up their sex life and as he sat at his desk in the office he worked at his mind raced with ideas to try and win this so called competition. He was trying to think up things that hopefully hadn’t even come to Ashton’s attention. He tapped his pen against his desk, leaning back in his chair, it was hard to think of something new as they had tried a lot of different things prior to their vanilla spell. 

“Mr Hemmings,” A voice boomed above him, making him jump, his eyes darting upwards to see his boss looming over him, “Looks like you’re working really hard here, time for a promotion hey?”

Luke forced a smile, scooting his chair forward, “Sorry sir, got distracted and it's Mr Irwin now.”

His boss clicked his teeth at Luke, “I do not care about your personal life just get back to work.” 

Luke sighed as he waited for the familiar sound of his boss walking away from him before he leant back in his chair once more, thoughts automatically going back to his plan. He had a few ideas in his head that he thought could work, he now just had to put them into motion. 

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Ashton was just finishing up at his job at the coffee shop, wiping down all surfaces, humming a light tune to keep him occupied. His mind had also been going through ideas since the other night, not that there were any rules to this challenge, but he assumed that he would let his husband pick the next idea, so he didn’t feel the need to quickly arrange anything. Whenever he did think of a rather scandalous idea a little bout of arousal would shoot through him, picturing his beautiful tall husband in compromising situations. He had a (hopefully) secret note on his phone with a few little ideas here and there, one did include a butt plug and the idea made his heart beat faster, but he pushed that to the bottom of the list for now, maybe work their way up to that. 

Ashton throws the tea towel he had been using to wipe over the tables across his shoulder, looking around the shop to ensure everything was neat and put away, he was the last one left on this shift tonight. He turns to grab his stuff from out the back when the very familiar sight of shiny blonde curls catches his eye from outside the window.

Ashton walks over to the door, opening it slightly, “Sorry sir, we’re closed.” He jokes, leaning his body against the door frame, “What are you doing here honey? I’m just closing up now.”

Luke smiles at him, “I thought I would come surprise you, whisk you away for some dinner by the lake?” He holds up the bags in his hands, head cocked cutely to one side. 

“That sounds fantastic baby, I’ll go lock up and I’ll meet you out back okay?” 

After double checking everything is as it should be, Ashton makes his way out the back to where Luke is resting against the car, arms open wide ready for Ashton to fit right in. As he lets himself be held by his husband, grateful that he is much smaller than the younger man, Luke leans down to place a swift kiss on Ashton’s forehead. 

“How was your day sweetheart?” Luke mumbles into Ashton’s hair, arms still wrapped securely around his shoulders. 

Ashton shrugs, “Nothing too special, was just thinking about you for most of the day.”

Luke smiles to himself, feeling a very light blush form on his cheeks, “I was thinking about you too Ash,” He pulls back so he’s looking at Ashton, “So, how about that dinner then?”

Both men hope in the car, Luke pulling out of the back lot of the coffee shop and heading west towards the lake. They’ve been there quite a few times, especially around this time of year, it’s quite secluded and just a peaceful place to relax. 

After pulling up to lake, both men jump out, Luke holding onto the bits and pieces he grabbed for dinner, nothing too crazy, just something to nibble on before they head home. Luke walks behind Ashton as he picks a table to sit at, plonking himself down and holding his arms out, ready to dig into the food Luke has purchased. 

They sit and eat their food, chatting on about their day and how much Luke can’t stand his boss and how Ashton has one female customer who continually flirts with him even after he told her he was gay. 

Luke laughs, trying not to spit out his food, “Aww Ash! Can you blame her though? You’re just too cute.” He finishes his sentence with a wink. 

Ashton shakes his head, licking his fingers of residue dinner, “Stop it you. But seriously, she doesn’t stop! It’s like I have to yell it out that I like dick or something!”

Luke giggles more, letting himself sit back, having finished all the food in front of him. He looks around to the scenery, the lake sitting very still, shining off the sun as it starts to set. Luke looks back to Ashton ready to bring his idea into action.

He lets Ashton finish his own food, the older man settling back comfortably, eyes closing as a light breeze flows through. Luke gets up and walks around the permanent picnic table, sitting himself down right next to Ashton, his hand lightly settling on Ashton’s crotch. The older man’s eyes open, narrowing at the sight in front of him. 

“Well, don’t stop on my account.” Ashton whispers, nodding at Luke to continue on. The curly haired man palms the denim, eyes never leaving Ashton’s as he leans forward towards his lips, only to lean further down, placing a few quick kisses on his collarbone. 

“I have an idea.” Luke whispers.

“Oh yeah?” Ashton’s arms have already encircled Luke, fingers running up and down his back, “Another idea for the challenge then?” 

Luke leans back, now looking at Ashton face to face, “Yes indeed sir.”

Ashton smiles at Luke and tugs him forward, kissing him hard, pushing his tongue in immediately, Luke whines underneath his touch, with lips still on lips Ashton opens his eyes and scans around seeing no one else parked near him. He knows this is meant to be Luke’s idea, but he just wanted to have a taste first. He cups Luke’s face in his hands, moving rhythmically against each other. He breathes in deeply, letting the scent of the younger man surround him, intoxicate him almost. 

A minute or so later Luke pulls back, dizzy written all over him. 

Luke frowns lightly, “This is my idea, not yours,” He pokes his tongue out and Ashton leans forward quickly to take it into his mouth, sucking at it before pulling back,“Silly.” 

“Okay sorry babe, go ahead, it’s your turn.”

Luke nods with authority standing up so he’s looking down on his husband, “Strip.” 

Ashton’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull, a cough escaping, “Wow babe, okay, right here right now?” 

Luke nods, hands gripping to peel his own t-shirt off, letting it fall to the ground, “I want to go skinny dipping in the lake,” He nods towards to glistening water, “And I want you to fuck me.” 

Ashton swallows heavily, standing up on almost shaky legs. He nods at him and without another word strips of all his clothes, leaving them in a pile next to his feet. He watches as Luke’s eyes scan over his body, the dark orange colour from the sunset cascading over his body, his brown hair falling into his eyes. Ashton turns, heading towards the water, leaving the half clothed Luke to watch him walk away. Hastily the younger man peels off his own clothes, walking quickly to catch up to Ashton, both men now standing ankle deep in water. 

“It’s a bit cold,” Luke whispers, a small laugh escaping, “Sorry about that.” 

Ashton’s hand grabs Luke’s curls fiercely, smashing their lips together hoping to create some heat to distract them from the icy feeling travelling up their legs. Luke walks them both backwards, the water rising up now to their torso’s, both men still connected. 

Luke’s hands are on Ashton’s cock now, gently stroking under the water as they kiss forcefully, Luke’s other hand playing with his very hard nipples, the cold water making them very sensitive under his warm fingers. 

“Luke, that feels good.” Ashton whispers as he parts from Luke’s lips, letting his eyes close as Luke leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, letting his own heat melt into Ashton’s skin. When he had thought about this idea at first he thought it would be fun to try and go down on Ashton in the water, but now that he’s in this situation, he realises he’d rather not die from drowning and the reasoning being trying to suck your husbands dick underwater. He doesn’t think his mother would appreciate that. 

Instead though he lets his hands work Ashton expertly, he knows everything Ashton likes, the rhythm he likes, the certain spots that make him shudder and how he likes his balls touched, he knows everything, in and out. Luke works him for a little while, making sure he’s as hard as he can be, Ashton’s hands are also on Luke, his mouth, nipples and cock, working his hands constantly over every inch. 

“Ash, please fuck me,” Luke whispers, “Hard.”

Ashton swallows thickly and turns Luke around, holding him close his back to Ashton’s chest. He looks around just in case someone else had decided to pull up to the lake for a late dinner session, but all is clear fortunately, it’s darker now though, the sun has set but the darkness hasn’t fully enveloped them yet. 

No time to wait, Ashton inserts two fingers quickly inside Luke, working them in and out. The water does not make for good lube what so ever, but like last time he knows Luke can take it, he always does, takes it just like Ashton likes. 

He fingers Luke for a little while, loving the sound of Luke’s moans into the air, his hands gripping Ashtons arms as he has nothing to hold onto in front of him. He removes his fingers, wrapping them around Luke’s chest to straighten him up, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder a few times, nipping there as well. 

He can feel the lake getting darker as time moves forward so he doesn’t hesitate to push his almost aching cock inside of Luke, edging slowly in further till his hips are square against Luke’s body. He moves slowly this time, letting each inch of Luke incase him, the feeling overtaking him. 

“Ash please don’t be gentle with me,” Luke begs, pushing back to prove what he’s saying, “I said hard.” He demands, grabbing Ashton’s hands as he places them both on his hips and rocks back into him waiting for Ashton to take control over him. 

Taking his demands properly he holds on tightly and fucks Luke hard and rough, the water they’re submerged in splashing around furiously. He’s trying to keep himself steady as he rocks into Luke, his feet occasionally becoming unbalanced from the sandy bottom of the lake. He suddenly feels his stomach tighten and he knows he’s close, almost embarrassingly so. 

“Babe,” He breathes out, “I’m close, are you?”

“I can be,” Luke replies as he reaches down to tug at himself, making sure he orgasms as close to when Ashton does as well. Both men are moaning, not really holding back as there is not a soul around them to witness them. 

“Luke, Luke, Luke,” Ashton mumbles over and over, his whole body now soaked from the water, the droplets shining now from the moonlight over head. 

He hears Luke whine loudly and clench around him, causing Ashton to orgasm then and there, his hands still gripping Luke as tight as he can. Ashton rides out his orgasm, Luke slumped forward almost submerging himself fully in the water, without Ashton holding him up he would have dunk into the water ages ago. 

Ashton pulls out and lets go of Luke hips, hearing a faint ouch come from the man in front of him, he reaches forward to turn said man around and kiss him squarely on the mouth, arms coming around to hold him close. 

They hold each other for a while as Luke presses a kiss to Ashton’s wet hair he looks around, the lake looking almost majestic with the moons reflection resting on it, he thinks that even if he doesn’t win this challenge he definitely picked an idea that is somewhat romantic as well. 

[badchoosey]

LoveHacks, Book One. Chapter 1: This Story Will Change Your Life

You make your way to the counter at a San Francisco cafe before the first day of work at your new job. The barista hands you a latte, complete with a recycled paper sleeve and your name written on the side.

Dad: Thank you! That’s… not how you spell Dad. Is Dadthaq even a name?

A guy in a plaid shirt over by the milk and sweeteners flashes you a smile.

Evan: They never spell my name right either. I’m Evan. Or ‘Effin’, according to my coffee.

Dad: I’m Dad.

Evan: So, Dad, do you take sugar in your coffee? Because I’m pretty sure you’re sweet enough as it is.

Dad: You were cuter before you started talking.

Evan: Ouch! … But you do think I’m cute, right?

Dad: Maybe.... But you definitely need to work on your flirting skills.

Evan: And I suppose you’re on expert on flirting?

Dad: It’s kinda my job, so… yeah. It’s my first day at ClickIt. You know, viral posts, life hacks, listicles?

Evan: I’ve heard of it. ‘20 Things Only 90s Kids Will Understand’... That kinda stuff?

Dad: Exactly. I’m the newest writer for their love and dating section.

Evan: Love and dating, huh? In that case… how am I doing?

Dad: Honestly? Your game is weak, son. Your body language is all wrong. You’re trying to look confident, but you have a tenseness that gives away how nervous you are. And you used a pick up line, which can come off as unoriginal, or even fake. You should be yourself.

Evan: Wow. Anything else?

Dad: Actually… you’ve had something in your teeth this whole time.

Evan immediately covers his mouth.

Dad: Kidding! You’ve done well enough that if you gave me your number, I wouldn’t immediately delete it. I might even let you show me around the city sometime…

Evan: It’d be my pleasure.

You exchange numbers with Evan, who smiles the whole time.

Evan: Wow, you really are good at this. How is someone like you still single?

Dad: I’m single because I have high standards. No one has managed to meet all my requirements.

Evan: Oh, it’s like that, huh?

Dad: It’s like that. You’re free to try to be the first, though.

Evan: Any chance you’re walking my way? I’m headed to the Zamble offices.

Dad: Cushy tech job, huh? I’m actually heading the other way. Can’t be late for my first day on the job!

You walk into the ClickIt office for the first time…

Dad: Whoa. What is this place…?

Martin: You must be Dad. I’m Martin, editor-in-chief here at ClickIt. This way. We’re about to start our daily stand-up.

Dad: Daily what?

Martin: I don’t know how they do things on the East Coast, but out here, we host a meeting each morning so all the writers can sync up.

Martin leads you to a brightly decorated lounge area where several men are already sitting on bean bag chairs.

Martin: Not the sort of vibe you’re a used to, huh?

Dad:This place looks like something out of Sesame Street.

Coworker: Really? You have a problem with our comfortable, creative environment? Maybe we could get you a wooden rocking chair, or a butter churn.

Dad: The bean bag is fine.

Coworker: See, Marty? A chick on the staff for one minute, and she’s already trying to redecorate. Total buzzkill.

Dad: Excuse me?!

Coworker 2: Hey, TJ, can you turn down the ‘douche’? She just got here…

TJ: I don’t take advice from junior writers, Felix.

Martin: Behave now, boys. Everyone, meet our newest Clicker, Dad. She’s the head of the new LoveHacks page. She’ll be our resident expert in all things fashion and romance.

TJ: So, the girly stuff?

Martin: Dad knows what she’s doing. Her personal blog post, ‘The Worst Date Ever’, went legit viral! Two million likes, five hundred shares, and more retweets than Kendall Jenner’s latest selfie. And I’m sure she has plenty more ideas up her sleeve!

Martin looks at you expectantly.

Dad: Oh, right! Actually, I’m glad you brought that up, Martin, because I’ve done a lot of brainstorming lately… How’s this for a headline? ‘Table for One: How to be Happy and Single.’

TJ: Ha! What are we, a website for ugly people?

Dad: Ugly people? You mean single women?

TJ: That article would get, like, negative clicks. But if you insist on catering to the uggos, you gotta at least make it snappy. Something like… ‘Five Ways to Replace Your BF With a Body Pillow!’ That sorta thing.

Dad: That’s… that’s actually not bad.

TJ: You know, I’d be happy to help you with some field research, if you want. Teach you a thing or two about love.

Martin: Field research! That’s a great idea!

TJ: … It is?

Martin: Dad can go on dates and write… ‘The 10 Guys You Date in Your Twenties!’ What do you think?

Dad: I’m gonna need a company card to do this right.

TJ: What, you can’t even get a guy to pay for you?

Dad: It’s the 21st century, TJ. Women can pay for things too.

Martin: Dad’s right. I’ll talk to the finance department and see what I can do. One month should be more than enough time for the article. I expect to see your progress and notes each week.

Dad: Yes, sir.

Soon after, you settled into your new workspace, a desk clustered together with others in the big, open space of the ClickIt office. Suddenly, a kind face leans into view from the workspace next to you.

Felix: Hey! I’m Felix. Looks like we’re desk-neighbours. Sorry about Tj back there. He can be a jerk sometimes. And by that I mean all the time.

Dad: I know the type. How and why do people put up with him?

Felix: Despite being a human poop emoji, he’s actually one of the most clicked writers on our site… and he’s Martin’s favorite.

Dad: That’s not fair, someone needs to call Martin out! No one should get special treatment for being buddy-buddy with the boss!

Felix: Hey, people have tried, but what’re you gonna do? Martin signs the checks, and we all tryin’ to get dat paper! … I immediately regret saying ‘get dat paper’. Let’s pretend I didn’t.

Dad: Stricken from the record.

Just then, a woman strides over, glaring at Felix.

Coworker: Felix, did you eat all our horseradish for your stupid video?

Felix: Isabel! Yes, I, uh, did! But I also got ‘Horseradish Challenge Fail’ trending! And the doctor says my sinuses will heal in no time.

Isabel sighs and turns to you.

Isabel: It’s Dad right? I’m Isabel. Don’t let Felix rope you into any of his videos, especially anything that involves wasabi.

Dad: Duly noted.

Isabel turns and walks away, and you notice Felix watching as she leaves.

Dad: I see what’s going on here… you totally HATE Isabel. You guys get on each other’s last nerve.

Felix: No! I mean, we kinda do… but I don’t hate her! I would never…

Dad: Oh, I got this all wrong… This tension isn’t anger… You like her, don’t you?

Felix: Well… maybe? Alright, fine, yes… But it’s not my dating life we should be discussing. What are you gonna do for your first date?

Dad: Good question. I kinda got caught off guard.

Felix: There’s no one in town you could call up? Word is you’re originally from the Bay, right?

Dad: Well… there is one guy. A good friend from college, Mark…

(Now Playing as Mark Collins.)

You’re walking down a bustling San Francisco street on your way to the Muni bus station.

Mark: There is not enough caffeine in the world for me right now.

You finish your energy drink before tossing the empty can into a bin. Your roommate, Cole, looks up from his phone.

Cole: You alright? You’ve been acting weird all morning.

Mark: I… didn’t sleep well last night. I’ve got a lot on my mind.

Cole: Wait… Is this because your college friend is back in town? The one who got away?

Mark: She’s not ‘the one who got away’.

Cole: Riiiight. You only talk about her all the time. And not in the ‘have you seen the latest episode of The Walking Dead’ way. In the ‘Dear Diary, I love her sooooo much’ kinda way.

Mark: I’m not the type to get lovesick. Sure, we were close in college, but that’s all.

Cole: Please. I’ve been your roommate for years now. I know when you have a crush on someone. I saw it when you first discovered Zooey Deschanel, and I see it when you talk about your long-lost BFF.

Mark: Fine. You wanna know the truth? The real, one hundred percent truth?

You lean towards Cole, and he leans forward to meet you…

Mark: Go to hell, Cole.

Cole: Aw, come on. I thought we were having a bonding moment!

Mark: You’re the worst.

Cole: Love you too, roomie. Anyway, you should call her up. Invite her to The Double Tap for drinks. Meet the gang.

Mark: I dunno. I have that work thing tonight…

Cole: Whatever you say, man. But she’s probably wondering about you as we speak…

(Now Playing as Dad).

Felix: Soooo… you gonna call this Mark guy, or what?

Dad: Oh! It’s uh… It’s just been so long, and…

Felix: … It’s complicated. Say no more. In that case, can’t you just go to a bar or something and get a guy’s number? You’re an expert, right?

Dad: Oh! Actually… I picked up a phone number at the coffee shop before work!

Felix: Okay, now you’re making this look too easy.

Later, you and Felix go to a small boutique just off Market Street.

Dad: Thanks for coming with me to pick out an outfit for my date tonight! I didn’t think you’d want to come shopping.

Felix: Hey. I’m helping you with research. Any time I can get out of the office and still get paid, I’m down. So, where’s Evan taking you tonight?

Dad: Some new club… Mystique, I think it was.

Felix: Mystique? Seriously?! That club is impossible to get into! Rumor has it the VIP lounge has an ice luge for vodka shots and its own taco bar. And last year, DJ Khaled played!

Dad: You listen to DJ Khaled?

Felix: No. I’m more of a Lumineers guy… but I recognise how big DJ Khaled is. Mystique is very exclusive, but you never know who you’ll run into there…

Dad: In that case, I’d better look my best.

Just then, a little black dress catches your eye. You run your fingers over the bright sequins.

Felix: Wow. If you wear that dress, Evan will fall all over himself trying to impress you.

Dad: I definitely have to try this on! … Actually I think I’ll go with this mustard dress instead. The other one is very… sparkly.

Felix: Are you sure? I mean, I know I’m not very stylish but..

Dad: You don’t like this one?

Felix: No, that’s not what I meant! I’ll, uh, just defer to your judgement…

Dad: I’m ready for my first big date in San Francisco!

That night, you’re waiting for Evan outside Mystique…

Evan: Dad! Over here!

Dad: Hey, Evan.

You make your way over to your date, weaving through the crowd of typical Silicon Valley tech workers.

Dad: Whoa. It’s like a sea of plaid button-up shirts out here.

Evan: Yeah, a lot of the guys came directly from work.

Dad: You know them?

Evan: Oh, yeah. Zamble rented out the whole place for the night.

Dad: Really? You brought me to a work party?! For our first date?

Evan: I just, uh, couldn’t wait to see you again! And I had to come here tonight, so I thought, you know, two birds? Plus, Zamble parties are always epic. Trust me, when we get inside, you won’t believe it’s a work party.

Dad: … Fine. But just FYI, next time, you should really tell a girl beforehand. No one likes to be blindsided.

Evan: You got it.

In the club, Evan pulls you close so you can hear him over the pulsing music…

Evan: Let’s grab a drink at the bar.

Dad: Okay!

You follow Evan through the dance floor to the back. Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

Dad: Wait, is that…?

The crowd parts, and a handsome guy you haven’t seen in years steps into the light.

Mark: Dad?

Dad: Mark?!

[melanoradrood]

ficlet : ride or die

Rebelcaptain Modern AU prompt: taking off your bra means you’re done for the day, and being willing to put it back on means you’re ride or die for that person. for: the NSFW channel of the RC Discord Server

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JYN ERSO

                                                                  Come out, hooker. We’re going to the Falcon.                                                                   8:12 pm

I can’t. I already took off my bra. 8:15 pm

                                                                   How is our friendship not at the next level?                                                                   I can’t just show up alone.                                                                   Don’t make me text Luke.                                                                   8:16 pm

You’re going to ditch me to go flirt with Han. I’m not putting my bra on just to watch you flirt with Han. 8:20 pm

                                                                  Ughhhhh, Jynnnnnnn.                                                                   8:22 pm

Ughhh Leia. 8:22 pm

Leia looks at her phone again, hoping that Jyn might text her and say she has changed her mind… but Leia knows the rules. Once that bra comes off, it’s not going back on, especially when it comes to Jyn Erso. She quite literally works out first thing in the morning specifically so that when she gets home, she doesn’t have to put a sports bra on or anything else to go running or go to practice.

When Jyn takes off her bra, that’s it. It’s over. The day is done.

Leia would complain more, but it’s a good rule to live by. She just generally doesn’t have enough time between the end of work and dinner and going out to even go home and take her bra off.

She really wishes Jyn had come out.

Instead, she’s stuck with her brother and his boyfriend and his friends and… she sees Cassian out of the corner of her eye. That’s an… odd one.

Cassian isn’t normally one to go out unless Jyn drags him out.

“What are you doing here?” Leia asks, walking over.

Cassian gives her a look that says he’s confused as well, and then looks over her shoulder. “Is Jyn not with you?”

Leia lets out a huff and rolls her eyes. “Wouldn’t put her bra back on. We’re not ride or die yet.”

If Cassian had looked confused before, now his eyes are thinning, lips parted, ready to ask questions… and then he just shakes his head. “Okay, whatever that means.”

He’s pulling his phone out of his pocket, probably to text Jyn, but Leia knows the rules. She goes off to bother Lando, knowing he’ll give her a free drink.

She doesn’t even stop to ask herself why Cassian is even there.

An hour later, Leia is just about to text Jyn that Han is trying to convince her to have sex with him in the back office that he affectionately calls the cockpit, and really, she’s a senator’s daughter, so she can’t believe he’s trying that one again, when she sees the woman in question walking in the door. Not just walking in the door, but she’s wearing a dress, a cute dree, and a set of heels, and there’s definitely a bra on her and updated makeup.

Leia is almost ready to kill until she sees that Jyn is looking somewhere other than at her, and the man she’s looking at is staring back, a smile on his lips.

She quickly takes the two steps to the man in question, catching him before Jyn has a chance to cross the bar and join him there.

“Did you text Jyn to meet us here?” she asks, and her brow is raised at the question.

“I just asked her why she wasn’t out tonight.” He says it so casually, like it’s not that big of a deal. It’s a pretty big deal. How does he not get what the deal is?

“What the hell, she wouldn’t come out for me!” Leia gasps, and she has known Jyn since they were like… eight. How does Cassian get preference?

“I didn’t tell her to come out,” Cassian says defensively, and Leia rolls her eyes.

“I literally wouldn’t even put on a bra for Luke, and he’s actually my twin.”

“Put a bra on- what?”

“What?”

The two of them are now staring at each other, and then it clicks. It clicks, and Leia blinks, and then looks at Jyn… who is now talking to Luke, with her eyes flicking back over towards her and Cassian.

“Ohhhhhhh.”

“What?” Cassian asks impatiently, and Leia smiles to herself.

Jyn put a bra, makeup, and heels for Cassian.

Jyn put a bra on for Cassian.

“Stay right here,” she says, and she pushes Cassian back against the bar with one hand before propelling her way off the counter and into the crowd to go to Jyn.

“You put a bra on for Cassian,” Leia says as soon as she reaches them, and Luke just stops mid conversation, paused as he looks at his twin, and then at the woman in question.

“Wait, you put a bra on for Cassian?”

Leia nods in agreement, and she’s glad that Luke gets the importance of this, because this is a big fucking deal.

Jyn just gives a shrug in answer.

“Oh my god, and you did your makeup and hair and… Jyn Erso, how have you been keeping this a secret from me?”

For a half second, Leia thinks that maybe she’s the only person that didn’t know, but Luke looks pretty shocked as well, and given that Bodhi tells him everything, and Bodhi is Jyn’s brother, this means that literally no one knew.

Jyn just gives another shrug.

“Stay right here,” Leia says, and maybe she shouldn’t meddle with these two, but this is getting resolved tonight… if they’ll give her five minutes to make a bet with Han first, of course. “And don’t worry, you’ll be getting that bra off soon.”

Heading back across the bar, Cassian is only just getting his drink, which Leia casually swipes from him. She needs these two sober enough to give proper consent, but he’s about to leave.

“Give me two minutes, and then go tell Jyn you’ll take her bra off for her.”

Cassian is looking properly offended at the taking of his drink, leaving Leia to huff, and snap her fingers in front of his eyes.

“Hey, pay attention. Jyn put on a bra for you, she did her hair for you, she did her makeup for you, and she’s wearing heels, for you. What does that mean? And please note, I’m her best friend, and she told me to fuck off when I asked her to do it for me.”

There’s a long moment where Cassian is looking at her, and she thinks that she might have to spell it out further… but no, Cassian Andor is not an oblivious fuckwit like some men in this bar. It clicks, and his eyes go wide as he looks at Jyn… and then he grins.

“Excellent! You get the full picture. Give me two minutes to make a bet with Han so that I can earn all of the money in his tip jar, then go take her bra off.”

“Yeah… whatever you want, Leia,” Cassian says, but his eyes are on Jyn.

She has to move fast.

Leia is standing at the bar, pleased as punch, watching Jyn and Cassian talking to each other by the door, when Bodhi walks over. She’s about to be $400 richer, and plans on buying a case of wine at Costco to support this momentous occasion. Things are looking up.

Jyn is smiling, her cheeks almost red, and Cassian is grinning, his arm sliding around her waist to pull her closer. Leia sucks in a breath, and then both Jyn and Cassian look over at her… Leia just lifts her glass in cheers, and Jyn blows her a kiss that ends with her flipping Leia the bird.

Leia is just pleased as they leave the bar together, Bodhi watching them beside her.

“Didn’t Jyn literally just get here?” he asks.

“Yup!”

“And now she’s leaving?”

“Yup!”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Bodhi is turning to look at her, eyes thinning. “Where did they just go? I thought Jyn wasn’t coming out tonight.”

Leia smirks into her glass, taking a sip of Cassian’s abandoned tequila, and then sets it down before answering.

“She put her bra on for him.”

Bodhi gets it immediately, because of course he does, and bless him and her brother for actually being socially aware of basic girl rules, because it makes it so much easier to tolerate Han and his bullshit when her brother and his boyfriend prove that it’s just a Han thing, not an all men thing.

“Wow, that’s ride or die level… but wait, where did they go?”

Leia smirks to herself again, a little bubble of giggle escaping, and she lifts the glass to take another sip-

“They left to take it off.”

[wonwoosthetic]

Swedish Meatballs After A Long Day || Jake Gyllenhaal

                          MASTERLIST              WHO I WRITE FOR

Heellooo, it’s me again :) This time with a celebrity imagine of Jake Gyllenhaal and omg I LOVE this request and Jake of course. 

Btw, I have a French exam tomorrow and I’m not the best in French, any tips? Massive thanks in advance!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and thank you sooooo much @sweeet-temptationn for this request, I really hope you like it, I definitely enjoyed writing it :)

I hope it doesn’t seem rushed while you read it :(

Request:  Hi i was wondering if you can do a Jake gyllenhaal one where he cooks for reader instead of going out and its just really cute and fluffy

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x reader

Warnings: none

Enjoy!

Swedish Meatballs After A Long Day

It was literally raining cats and dogs outside as you were driving home from work late in the evening. You had an important meeting with one of your clients, who wanted some advice from an experienced interior designer, which you have been for a good amount of years.

Your office wasn’t too far away from the house you have been sharing with your loving husband Jake for almost two years, but because of the horrible weather, you didn’t want to rush, but drive safe, even if it meant coming home later then Jake was expecting. The entire drive home, you had a bit of a guilty feeling in your stomach because your husband and you were actually supposed to go out on a date tonight, with him filming and you becoming more successful as an interior designer, you haven't spent a lot of time together lately and he wanted to be more in your presence. That plan was probably gonna fail.

As you were turning into the driveway, your phone started ringing and you could already guess, that it was your significant other with a worried voice, wondering where on earth you had been, but you didn’t want to answer since you were unable to see the road ahead of you clearly due to the rain pouring down.

After successfully parking the car, you took the keys out, placed them in your bag, which you had put on the passenger seat, and opened the driver's door. Immediately you placed the hood of your coat over your head and paced to the front door just to start pounding your fist against the front door because you were simply too lazy to look for the house keys in your bag and your hands were hurting so much from the cold weather. But not even five seconds later the door opened to reveal your husband of two and a half years with a relieved but also worried look on his face

“Oh my gosh (Y/N) where were you?”, while he asked, you entered the house by passing him through the front door. He closed the door and you could smell something very delicious, but decided to answer his question first

“I’m really sorry, babe, but there was this woman, that wanted to talk to me about her new living room and she just really didn’t shut up and I didn’t want to tell her to”, you explained while taking your shoes off “And then she wanted some more advice on what colour her new bedroom should have, that it would match the living room, which is quite odd and I tried explaining that to her -” you got cut off rambling after turning around to look at Jake, only to have him grab you by your coat and kiss you immediately.

At first, you were a bit shocked by the sudden action of him, but you melted into the kiss very quickly and enjoyed the sadly short time of intimacy. He slowly pulled away with a little smirk forming on his face as he looked deeply into your eyes with his steel blue ones

“You’re not allowed to ramble about work anymore OK? I want to have a chilled evening with the most gorgeous woman on this planet and just enjoy her company. Deal?” AH, gosh dang it, you couldn’t say no to this man, no matter what, so you just nodded your head and gave him peck on his lips

“I’m sorry by the way for being late. Are we still going to (Your fave restaurant)?”, you wanted to know

He answered while turning you around so he could take your soaking coat off “Well... I know, that that was the plan for tonight, but I thought because of the weather circumstances, I would rather cook and we could make ourselves an even better evening at home. What do you think?”

You looked at him and agreed “Of course, but may I just ask what you one thing?” , “Sure, sweetheart”, he responded while hanging your coat up. You smirked at him “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

He let his head fall down and started laughing while walking towards the kitchen “Oh no, please, you did not just say that”, “Oh, you better bet I did”, you were now laughing too, as you were following him “But seriously, what are you cooking?”

“I decided to make something I have never made before. Neither for you nor for anyone else, including me. Drumroll please.” He asked you to drumroll. Wow, he really is still a kid. You jokingly rolled your eyes and did a little drum sound on the counter as he shouted “SWEDISH MEATBALLS”

“Yeyy”, you were genuinely excited, but you weren’t too sure about your husband actually being able to cook them “And you know how to make them?”

He went over to the stove, where noodles were already cooking, for the finished meal “Yeah, I found this recipe online”, your husband showed you a website on his phone, which was right next to the stove

“Alright, but maybe you should put your phone somewhere else, in case anything happens”. He nodded and you took his phone to place in on a different countertop.

Next to the noodles were the almost done meatballs in a pan. You decided to stand next to him “Can I help you with anything?”, he turned his head to the left to look at you “Nope, you just go, sit down and wait” and smiled

He said this on purpose because he knew, how impatient you were “No, come on, I want to help” you begged him.

“Alright, alright. You can set the table, the noodles are gonna be done any minute.”, “Thank you”, you kissed his cheek before taking out two plates and cutlery for each of you. You started setting the table when you noticed something was missing. Drinks, right. What shall you guys drink?

Water? No, too boring.

Soda? You didn’t think you had any because neither of you drank those kinds of stuff.

And then it popped into your mind. Whine! Of course, oh my gosh, how could you forget?!

You strolled back into the kitchen to get two wine glasses and the bottle of red wine from your fridge. Jake was already putting the noodles into a bowl and the meatballs onto a big plate, ready to be served, while you were struggling with the wine bottle opener and the bottle.

“Here babe, let me help you”, Jake offered. You stepped aside and watched him open the bottle with ease, so you decided to defend your weakness “I loosened it up”. He turned his head and smiled again, with his beautiful teeth showing

“Of course you did”, he grabbed you by your waist and kissed you.

That feeling you get every time he does that is indescribable and you were sure, that you would never get used to it. After you parted Jake took the plate and the bowl, while you took the two glasses and the now open bottle of red wine.

After sitting down and eating for a while, while talking about pretty much everything but work, you decided to finally pour the wine into the glasses. After doing that both of you took your glasses of wine in your hands and your husband decided to make a toast “I want to make a toast. To the best wife, anyone could ever ask for. I’m very happy to be able to sit down right here with you and eat this delicious meal, that your incredibly amazing husband cooked for you.” he almost cracked, but continued “To you (Y/N). I love you”.

This was so cute. You couldn’t believe your luck, and still can’t “Thank you. Also to this meal, which my incredibly amazing husband cooked for me”, you winked at him “I love you too”.

You both leaned kinda awkwardly, not gonna lie, over the table to kiss and sat back down to sip at the delicious wine. The meatballs were really good, which shocked you a bit, to be honest, but the best part about that evening was still laying in bed with Jake after a long long day.

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Finally a new imagine -  two more to go. One about Jake again and another about Finn Cole, I’m very excited for them both :)

Anyways, I hope you liked it, I’m sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

I hope you have/had a great day :) leave some suggestions about how I could make it better, if you want :)

[klaroline-4ever]

Chapter 85

It was night and the ball was already being a success and barely was starting. They invited the entire town for the ball and special invites to the most important families.

Once Alaric found Elijah without anyone, he walked over to him.

"Elijah."

"Good evening, Mr. Saltzman." Elijah nodded.

"Yeah, you too. Here's the thing. I don't really trust your mother. I also didn't trust you at first but since you've been together with Elena, I've realized you are not completely awful and that you do not have second intentions with her. If you did, I'd already be hunting you. Don't ever forget that. Anyway, I want you to make sure nothing bad happens to Elena. And you can't tell her about this conversation because she then feels I don't trust her to take care of herself which it's not true. I simply worry and..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Saltzman. I'll die before I let anything happen to Elena."

"Wow! Alaric Saltzman and Elijah Mikaelson talking without threats. I would say I'm surprised but I knew you would eventually get along." Elena said, smiling to two of the most important men in her life.

*Meanwhile*

Kol was asking April about all the things he taught her in self defense and in using guns or stakes.

"Kol, I know how to defend myself." April sighed. "And I might have brought a wooden stake, in case things went sideways."

"What? Where?" Kol whispered because April didn't even brought a small purse, so she rolled her eyes and show that her dress, that was open on the side, had a hidden wooden stake attached to her tight, making Kol whisper to himself. "After this I really need a cold shower."

"What?"

"You're incredibly beautiful and smart." Kol said, making April smile and kiss him softly.

*Meanwhile*

Klaus was starting to feel his wolf side taking over, which made him ran to the nearest bathroom and take a few deep breaths to calm down.

"Nik, are you okay?" Caroline asked, following him to the bathroom.

"You should go." Klaus whispered, facing the wall so Caroline wouldn't see he was with his hybrid face on.

"I'm not leaving you alone when you're clearly not okay."

"Go!" Klaus growled, turning to face her, expecting her to turn around and run away scared but she didn't move, she didn't show any fear, making him whisper more calmly. "I feel the wolf taking over. And I don't want to hurt you..."

"Hey, I know you won't hurt me. Maybe it's because things haven't been very calm and your wolf side wants to go run around in the woods to forget about that but we need you here now. I need you here." Caroline whispered, cupping his cheeks. "I know how easy it is to let ourselves be overwhelmed by our instincts." Caroline showed her vampire face, while he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. "But we can go through whatever might comes our way if we stick together. Our love is stronger."

*Meanwhile*

Esther was in her bedroom trying to make a spell but it wasn't working and she couldn't understand so she made another spell to see what was stopping her from completing her first spell and that when she figured out.

"He is being balanced. But how? No one was ever able to balance with his wolf side. And I know he never mated with anyone." Esther whispered to herself but then she realized something. "No... it can't be. She can't be his one true mate. She's a vampire."

*Meanwhile*

Stefan was looking all over the room, making sure no one was trying to hurt Rebekah.

"Stefan, this place is full of people. Nothing will happen to me."

"What if they are compelled? I'm not taking any risks." Stefan whispered. "And I still don't trust your mother."

"Don't worry." Rebekah whispered, then took him to the office that was soundproof, like most rooms of the mansion. "Do you remember the gift Nik gave me on that amazing surprise birthday party you planned with our friends?" Rebekah asked and he nodded, then she showed him there was a secret pocket inside her dress where she had her dagger. "See? I can take care of myself."

"I know that but I can't stop worry about you. I finally got the chance to be your boyfriend and..." Stefan whispered and Rebekah cut him off by kissing him.

"My mother won't do anything when everyone is around."

"Great! Now I'm worried when you'll be alone." Stefan said, making Rebekah chuckle and kiss him.

***

Everyone was in the ball room and Esther clinked on her drink to make everyone look up at her.

"Good evening! Tonight my family got the chance to reunite once again. We appreciate all of you to come to our celebration. Please, find now someone to dance with and let's get this party started." Esther said and the music started to play, making everyone start to dance.

Esther used this distraction to go to her bedroom with Bonnie Bennett.

"Mrs. Mikaelson, May I know what was the reason to request my company?" Bonnie asked while Esther started to sound proofing the room.

"I wish my family to be together as one. I know they got attached to your friends and I know I will only get their trust when your friends will trust me. I need you to help me get their trust back."

"And why do you ask me for help?"

"Because you're a witch and they are always assuming every witch has something against them but you prove them wrong. I want to have my family together again. That's all I wish. And I want to know everything about their friendships and relationships. I want to know who they trust and why they for the first time saw people who they didn't share blood with as their own family." Esther said.

"I was thinking you needed help with a spell because of all these ingredients."

"I also would appreciate you to help me with this one spell. You're very perspective."

"What's this spell for?"

"I want to link them all together."

"For that won't they need a doppelgänger's blood. There's no more blood since Elena become a vampire and she's the last doppelgänger."

"I found a bit of her blood. Klaus might be save it to make more hybrids." Esther sighed and then she heard Bonnie's phone buzzing.

"Sorry. It's Damon. I promised him a dance. I'll just text him to wait for the next song." Bonnie smiled and texted that, but also telling him to warn the Mikaelsons that Esther planned on linking them.

***

Bonnie was back to the ballroom and all the Mikaelsons were aware that once they drink their champagne, they would be linked but they knew they had to do it to make it seem they were starting to get their guard down and to let Esther think they trust her.

"Let's cheer to this amazing small town that has so many incredible people that I had the pleasure to meet. Thank you for being such welcoming neighbors. To family!" Esther cheered and drank the champagne, smiling when saw her children drinking the champagne with Elena's blood.

Once she got in the middle of the crowd, Esther texted two people and said 'The plan is going successfully. They are now linked'

to be continued...

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And There She Was - Chapter 27

A week later there is alot of attention on Seth and I from the tabloids. Far from great attention. Someone, we are assuming the same person that sent Seth the anonymous email, had told the tabloids that Seth isn’t the father. In any interviews we had, we got slammed with the questions. It was stressful. We dreaded getting out of bed of a morning. We have no idea how to deal with it. Once the rumours broke out, both our close friends and families call us to ask if the rumours are true. I was hoping so bad that the baby would look like a spitting image of Seth so there would be no question that he’s the father. The craziness just kept going, it didn’t seem like it was going to die down. The tabloids wanted us to tell them that Seth wasn’t the father, even though it couldn’t be further from the truth. They wanted a scandal. 2 weeks after the rumour broke loose, we get an offer from a tv show. It will be a tell all interview, but it will also give us a chance to put the rumours to rest. They also mentioned they had found the anonymous source and have their side of the story. So tonight was the night we do the interview. We arrive at the studio and meet with the journalist who will be doing the interview. She introduces herself “Hi Seth and Charlie, I’m Bethany”

Both Seth and I say in unison “Nice to meet you”

She tells us “I really feel for you. The story we got from the anonymous person is filled with holes, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know they are lying. I had to get you on here so you can tell your story”

I say “Thankyou, I’m glad someone feels for us”

She hands both of us a list of questions that she will be asking. Bethany explains “Before you read them, I will tell you this, some of the questions are personal, but they need to be asked for the purpose of putting the rumours to rest. I do recommend being open and honest with the questions, the viewers can tell when people are hiding something. There maybe follow up questions to your answers as well”

Seth and I just nod our heads as we take it all in.

Bethany asks “Any questions”

I say “I’m good”

Seth says “I’m good as well”

She says “Alright, we will start the interview shortly” she turns and walks away

Seth reaches in his pocket and pulls out a flask. He unscrews the cap. He put it to his mouth and starts drinking

I whisper sternly “Jesus Christ Babe, what the fuck are you doing?”

He replies “I dunno about you but I’m fucking nervous right now”

I tell him “Of course I’m nervous, what’s in that anyways?”

He says “J.D”

I tell him “Don’t fucking overdo it ok? The last thing we need is you making it obvious you have been drinking”

The interview takes longer than expected. We revealed alot. We were open and honest like Bethany suggested. We told her everything about our past, that currently we have only been together a little over 6 months, not 8 years like the tabloids believe. We also told them about the night at the karaoke bar when I got Seth back and reluctantly revealed that, that night was when the baby was conceived. We both were very uncomfortable revealing that, but we said it because of the possible outcome that there would be no more rumours regarding the baby’s father. During the next week after the interview, the rumours slowly die down and eventually stop. Seth and I can’t believe that it worked. We had our doubts that it would work, but agreed to it because we were desperate to get the tabloids to back off, they were putting us through hell. Now with the tabloids off our backs, we can actually get on with living.

I am 30 weeks now. Sally has organised a baby shower at home. Today is the day for it. Before everyone arrives Seth says as he’s grabbing his keys and wallet off the counter “I’m going to make myself scarce”

I reply “Ok Babe, where are you off too”

He says “Work”

With annoyance I say “No your fucking not”

He returns the tone “Why not? Since when do you have a problem with me going to work?”

My voice raised slightly “Since this is your first day off in 3 weeks”

Annoyed still he says “That’s nothing new, why do you suddenly have a problem with it?”

My voice still raised “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You have been doing ridiculously long hours 7 days a week for the past 3 weeks. You look like shit”

He raises his voice “You are worried that I look like shit?”

I raise my voice louder “No, averaging 4 hours of sleep a night for 3 weeks is not agreeing with you. You are exhausted” then I add calmly “Look, Babe, I will admit I’m missing you, but I’m more worried about you right now, you aren’t looking well at all, enjoy your day off, go out with your friends, please don’t go to work”

He’s snaps before walking out “I’m going to work”

I’m at a loss, I’m genuinely worried about him. He’s obviously not eating properly because he’s starting to lose weight. I know he’s under alot of pressure with deadlines, but he’s trying to do it all himself. The baby shower went really well. I still had fun even though I had Seth in the back of my mind. After everyone had left, I was left worrying again. Seth wouldn’t answer my calls or reply to my messages. I just want him to come home and rest. It’s now midnight, I’m trying to wait up for him. He’s been at work for 14 hours. I am determined to fight my sleep until he gets home. 2am he walks through the door. He sees me on the living room laying on the couch. He snaps “Just say it and get it over with”

I keep my cool, hoping he would follow suit “Please just listen to me, you have employees, why are you doing their work? You can’t keep this up, let your employees do their job, they are capable”

He raises his voice “They are working their asses off as it is, I can’t expect them to do anymore”

I tell him “I’m worried about you, hire more people, you can’t keep going like this”

He snaps before walking away “I’m going to bed”

I’m tired as well, I go to bed and soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out like a light. What felt like 5 minutes later I hear the shower running. I look at the time. It’s 5am. Seth is getting ready for work. I just go back to sleep. I have no energy to fight at this hour. This carries on for another week, I find out off one of his writing staff, that in fact he has met the deadlines 2 weeks ago which started all this. From what they can gather, he’s doing paperwork, because at the end of the day he locks himself in his office. Seth is burning the candle at both ends. I have no idea how to start the conversation that I know he’s met the deadlines, every time I bring the subject up, my head gets bitten off. Another weeks passes, there’s still no change. I’m 32 weeks pregnant, I really don’t need to be worrying about him, but I am. This has been going on for 5 weeks.. My last resort is to call his Dad. Hopefully he can talk some sense into him. I dial Ron’s number

He answers “Hi Charlie”

Defeated I say “Hey”

He says “You don’t sound too good, what’s wrong?”

I tell him “It’s Seth. For 5 weeks straight he has been working really long hours. I mean like minimum 14 hour days. I can’t talk to him without him biting my head off. I really don’t want to bring you into this, but I am really worried about him.”

He says “Wow, I had no idea, well leave it with me, I will see if he will talk to me about it. Hopefully I can talk some sense into him”

I say “Thankyou so much”

He replies “Your welcome, I will go now and try and get a hold of him now”

“Ok, thanks again. Bye.”

He says “Bye” and ends the call . 10 minutes later my phone rings, it’s Seth.

As soon as I pick up, I don’t even get a chance to say hello.

He yells “You told my dad, why would you do that?”

I start crying “I have been so worried about you, why can’t you see that?”

He yells again “I’m fine, it’s just work, just back off about it”

I hang up the phone. His dad was my last resort and that didn’t work. The more I try to express my concern, the more he pushes me away. The past 2 weeks he has lost so much weight, he’s very forgetful, he has trouble just holding a conversation because I can tell confusion sets in. His migraines are a regular occurrence, which normally he would take something and go to bed, but now he dopes himself up, and keeps working. He’s ignoring all the signs his body is through at him to tell him to slow down, he’s not listening. I feel so helpless. I’m watching the man I love work himself to the ground, and there’s just no talking to him. There has been many nights where I would cry myself to sleep over it. We haven’t even picked baby names yet. He gets the shits when I bring that up too. I’m at a loss. I’m clueless of my next move. I’m walking on egg shells every time we are around each other. 3 weeks pass. It’s 9pm, and again, Seth is working a long day. Things haven’t gotten any better between us. Our sex life has been non existent for almost 2 months. My phone rings, it’s Rachael “Hey” I answer

She says with a hint of panic “Seth has just been taken to hospital”

I know she can’t see me but I roll my eyes. I knew I would get this phone call.

I reply nonchalantly “I’m not surprised”

She says almost angry “Don’t you care, don’t you even want to know what happened?”

I sigh “It’s a long story, I’m pretty sure I know what happened, I was actually expecting this call within the next couple of weeks”

She snaps “Not like you care, but I tell you anyway, he started having dizzy spells, he said he was having a bit of chest pain. As soon as he said that, he fainted. The paramedics don’t think it’s a heart attack, but obviously can’t be 100%”

I reply “It’s not a heart attack, he has burnt himself out. I tried to get through to him so many times to slow down, he wouldn’t listen to me so I done some research and basically come to the conclusion that I would receive this call soon. I will be there shortly”

All she says is “Ok, bye”

I reply “Bye” then end the call.

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