#he never actually go to hug sami he just stay put and open his arm and make sami comes to him like sami is a little kid

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losing the championships

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will's self-doubt creeps in after losing the finals making him snap at the one person who's always there for him, almost making her turn her back on him.

2.6k words

warnings: a bit of angst, arguing, crying, this is a sad post in general

ik im feeding y’all rn but i feel weird putting this out in two days and not now haha, but guys you know i had to do it. i had to get the angst out. i think this is like the first angsty post in the series?? i hate when there is angst, but i love writing it lmao. i'm not sure how accurate some of this is, but i hope the trio stays on for another season!! i'd actually be devestated if they don't. anyways keep requesting!! <3

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it didn’t feel real. nothing felt real watching her best friends crumple to the ice in utter defeat and heartbreak just two days after winning the semifinals. samy stood up in the stands nearly motionless while everything around her fell silent. she didn’t think those moments were actually real whenever they played in movies, but here she was hardly focusing on anything but her best friends in tears. 

her eyes couldn’t leave ryan on his knees with his face in the ice. she just wanted to wrap all of them into her arms so none of them would feel this type of pain anymore. 

the stupid jumbotron panned to everyone’s reactions, basically putting the boys on full blast when they most definitely didn’t want anyone to see them crying like they were. samy’s heart only broke further when she finally looked down at her boyfriend trying to hold himself together while comforting a sobbing ryan and teary gabe. 

her own eyes grew teary seeing those three so destroyed not knowing what was next for any of them. that was probably the scariest part. 

when will searched for samy’s gaze the waterworks broke like a dam for the couple. the youngest hughes was completely crying and will’s shame settled into his skin that he lost the game without even scoring a single point. 

their coach urged the boys down the tunnel before the cameras could get any more shots of them. samy tried pulling herself together, but her hiccuping cries didn’t stop slipping out no matter how hard she tried holding them in. 

boston’s side of the lobby was nearly silent which almost mirrored michigan’s team two days ago. suddenly, seeing those happy memories wasn’t as easy anymore. samy’s mind raced wondering if this game really was the last for her favorite trio or if they’d stay on one more season with boston. 

thirty minutes passed before the bc boys slowly trickled out of the locker room. their bloodshot eyes and tear stained faces were enough to send more tears into samy’s own eyes. her lip quivered waiting for her boyfriend to appear, but he didn’t come out after his usual spot behind ryan and gabe. the two boys found samy’s gaze, frowning even deeper. 

“hey, i’m so sorry. i-i have no words,” samy brought them into big hugs hoping to ease a bit of their ache. 

“what a fucking night,” ryan muttered bitterly. 

“you guys played well. those refs were idiots making calls,” the brunette shook her head. 

“will’s still in there. he’s..he’s not taking this one too well. you can go in if you want, but he may explode. I i don’t want you to think he’s mad at you, he’ll just find something to take his anger out on,” gabe explained briefly. samy’s eyes slid towards the locker room doorway where her boyfriend hid. 

“don’t worry, i know how he gets. I’ll see if i can talk to him,” she couldn’t be scared of will. 

he was her best friend and boyfriend. he’d never intentionally hurt her and if he said things, she knew he was just angry with himself, not her. the girl shuffled her way towards the locker room trying to put on a brave face for will’s sake. 

she knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. her eyes scanned the practically empty room until she found her boyfriend slumped in his stall at the end of the benches. her hands trembled as she slid further in and leaned against the door. 

“will?” 

his eyes snapped towards hers. he looked like a mess and that only unleashed more waterworks seeing him in this state. it wasn’t one samy saw him a lot in, so when she did, it hurt extra hard. 

“if you’re here to try and make me feel better, i don’t wanna hear it,” the boy mumbled bitterly which quickly caught samy off guard. 

she wasn’t expecting that from him so immediately. 

“i’m not. just here to be with you,” the girl said, trying to hide the shake in her voice. 

“well, i’m not really in the mood to be around anyone right now. just go. i’ll be out in a few minutes,” the bitterness in his voice definitely stung, but samy tried shaking him off knowing he was just upset. 

“will..” she inched forward, wanting to reach out to him. he looked as if anyone touched him he’d just break into a million pieces. 

“i said go. i don’t need your fucking sympathy. i feel feel like shit,” the blonde snapped this time making samy instantly draw back. 

“i know you’re upset, i get it. this loss fucking sucks. i’m just trying—” 

“you don’t fucking get it, samy! i just lost the championship game 2-0. we scored zero points. you know how fucking embarrassing that is? i’ve been trying to prove myself all season about how good i can be and then i lose the championship game. you’ll never fucking get it!” there it was. 

will’s tone rose with anger and hurt all mixed into one. samy swallowed the nerves climbing higher in her stomach as she tried remembering none of this was really directed at her. she was just the person will was getting his anger out on. 

“i-i do get it, will. remember my championship game in december? we choked. i-i get it, i do. it sucks and i’m so sorry it ended this way. i wish it didn’t—”

“stop saying you get it. it’s not the fucking same. you’ve never had to work for anything in your life because of your family!” 

the blonde’s harsh words finally hit a nerve. samy’s face twisted and she didn’t know anymore if he really didn’t mean it or not, but through the anger, will realized what he said. 

“samy..i didn’t—”

“fuck you, will. you of all people should know how hard i’ve worked to be where i am right now. i know you’re upset about everything right now, but you don’t need to bring me down to make yourself feel better. don’t bother waiting up. i’m leaving with ryan and gabe,” samy stormed out of the locker room before will could say anything more.

the tears streamed down her face as soon as she was in the lobby again. ryan and gabe instantly noticed her distraught expression, immediately going to her. 

“shit, what happened?” ryan muttered. 

“can we just go? i can’t deal with him right now,” samy choked out. the two exchanged a worried glance, but obliged. 

the whole ride back to the hotel was nothing but silence as everyone reeled from the disappointing night. 

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gabe let samy camp out in his hotel room for the night. he didn’t dare ask her what happened in the locker room knowing she’d tell him if she wanted to; however, the dark-haired boy wanted to go knock some sense into will knowing he most definitely snapped too hard at samy which made her want to avoid him. 

it was almost two in the morning when there was a small knock. still awake, the two exchanged wary glances, so gabe got the door. 

he pulled it open to reveal a very weary, teary-eyed, sad, and frustrated will. for a moment, gabe almost let him in, but he stopped himself because he didn’t want the boy blowing up at samy again. the girl sat nervously on the bed just out of sight of the door listening in on them.

“is she here?” will rasped out, voice dry from the amount he cried after samy left the locker room and getting back to the hotel. 

“i’m not sure i wanna answer that,” gabe stood his ground. 

“come on, perreault. leno said he didn’t have her,” will tried again. 

hearing how wrecked he sounded broke samy’s heart all over again. gabe gazed back at her, a look in his eyes asking her if she really wanted to see him. 

even though he insulted her, something in samy was still trying to justify it for him being upset and angry. she really wanted to believe he didn’t mean it. with that, the girl crawled off the bed and shuffled her way behind gabe’s 6’1 figure. 

“we can talk in your room,” samy mumbled. 

“o-okay,” the shake in her boyfriend’s voice made samy want to lunge herself at him and make all the pain go away, but she had to stand up for herself still. 

“you’re sure?” gabe wondered before letting her go. 

“i’m sure. i’ll see you tomorrow,” she rubbed his arm and stepped around him. 

her and will walked three doors down where his hotel room was. it was basically hers too since most of her stuff was scattered across the room over the past few days they’ve been there. 

will shut the door behind them. the brunette looked at him expectantly knowing she said everything she could. a beat of silence passed before the tears quickly filled the blonde’s eyes and he started completely sobbing in front of her. he crumpled against the door, choking sobs falling from his lips as he body sunk into the ground. 

for a second, samy just stared at him until her instincts kicked in and she went to him without hesitation this time. 

“oh will,” she curled into his side, stroking his hair as his body fell into hers. 

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it. i don’t know why i said it. i was upset and i know that’s not an excuse at all,” the boy rambled into her shoulder. 

“i know this loss hurts, but taking your anger out on people with harsh words isn’t gonna make it better,” samy said.

“i know, i know. i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have lashed out on you. that’s not fair to you at all.” 

“i was just trying to comfort you like i always do after losses,” the girl hated seeing her boyfriend so upset like this. his tears dripped everywhere on her even after samy tried wiping them away with her thumb. 

“i know. i shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. i just.. I didn’t want you to see me like that,” will’s voice grew softer at his small admission. 

“what do you mean like that?” i’ve seen you lose games before.”

“i don’t know if this is how you felt after your soccer game, but i felt so pathetic for losing a championship game where we didn’t even score. my pride was hurt and i worried you’d think i wasn’t good enough anymore because i lost like that,” his words continued breaking samy’s heart. 

she grabbed ahold of his face so he was looking at her, “i’d never think any less of you because you lost. it happens. you’re not pathetic for losing and i promise it doesn’t make me look at you any differently.” 

“i guess i’m just always scared you’ll get sick of me and realize i’m not actually worth it. that and a hundred other emotions were just going through me and it came out really wrong,” will frowned. 

a small sigh escaped the girl’s lips hearing the boy she’s known all her life doubt himself so much. “you’re always worth it, will. nothing’s ever gonna change that for me, okay? i’m always gonna be in love with you and wanna be around you win or lose, whatever's happening in your career. you’re stuck with me,” a small laugh escaped their lips at the last part. 

“i know that. i just get really doubtful when i get down on myself and hard losses like that happen.” 

“i get it, but i’m not going anywhere, okay? you played your best tonight, those refs were making shit calls and unfortunately, denver just figured us out.” 

a small nod came from will. he pushed his forehead onto samy’s just trying to ease all the thoughts running through his mind while focusing on the way she ran her fingers gently through his hair and around his curls. some of his roots were rough and red from the way he pulled harshly on them earlier, so her gentle motions slowly eased the ache. 

“i’m scared that i don’t know what’s gonna happen next with any of us,” will spoke again after a small silence. 

he lifted his head again to meet his girlfriend’s gaze before leaning it against the door. 

“are you gonna sign on?” the idea played in samy’s mind as well after tonight’s game. 

the decision was entirely up to the coaches of each of the guy’s respective teams, but considering how well all of them played and improved in one season, they may want them sooner rather than later. 

“i don’t know. it’s up to whether the sharks want me now or later,” will answered. 

“have you talked to ryan or gabe? what they may do?” 

“washington’s pushing closer to the playoffs. they may want ryan on for it. i dunno. gabe’s most likely gonna stay. i don’t think the rangers are quite ready for him yet. the ideal situation is we all stay one one more season with boston,” will explained a bit, his fingers drawing mindles shapes into samy’s leg. 

“what do the sharks say about you?” the girl wondered with a raised eyebrow. 

“you know what they say about me. they want me now. they wanna wait another year. it’s..sort of up to me i guess,” will shrugged a bit, avoiding eye contact. 

“would you sign on now?” she rephrased her question from earlier. 

“if i sign on now, my entire life gets flipped around in a week and i have to move to california, but then i’d possibly get to play in the playoffs. if i wait, i get to stay with boston and everyone for another year and more importantly, see you more frequently than if i was in california,” samy rolled her eyes at the last part—he was always so down bad for her. 

“don’t make the decision based on me, will. you’ll see me still.” 

“i know, but i think i do subconsciously anyway. you’re just my life now,” his words sent a deep blush across the girl’s cheeks. 

“i’m flattered,” she rubbed the side of his cheek making him lean into her touch. 

“you’re everything to me, samy. i’m really, really in love with you and i can’t imagine my life without you in it,” will smiled softly. 

the girl flushed, but returned his smile. hearing those kinds of things come out of his mouth was still something the brunette was getting used to even after 9 months of being together. 

“you’re everything to me too, will. i love you a lot.” 

the boy leaned forward to place a gentle, yet loving kiss on her lips. they melted into one another, small sighs escaping their mouths at the contact. her hands tugged at his curls while his own curved around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer like he needed her as close as possible or else he couldn’t function. 

part of it was true. without samy, will was lost like a fish in the ocean. she was a part of him and he was a part of her. they were intertwined and always would be. her soft lips soothed every single thought and self-doubt will had because as long as his favorite girl believed in him, that was all that mattered. 

“i know i said this already, but thank you for being here. it means a lot to me,” will said when they pulled apart. 

“i’d never miss this. i’ll always skip classes for you,” she grinned. 

the boy beamed, pulling her back in for another kiss. 

the two didn’t get into bed until nearly 3:30 in the morning. samy curled into will’s side, his arm tightly around her as she laid on his chest. the tension in the air completely dissipated and the cries died down. things felt okay again. 

they’d sleep tangled in one another all night knowing the next morning samy had to catch her plane back to michigan and will would be left with one big decision that would decide what plane he had to catch. 

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Tavronica Week Prompt 7: AU

And now, for my final entry for this year’s first annual Tavronica week. I decided to set it in modern times. They’re still on Thra and still Gelfling, but they’ve adopted a way of life similar to humans, including going to college and playing sports, such as ice hockey. Tavra is team captain, single, and focused on helping her team win the final game of a tournament against their rivals, lead by Tolyn. Onica is a Psychology student who recently became single and is dragged to the game by her best friend, Tae. Tavra always seemed like she would be a jock if she were real, and the only sport I really ever played was ice hockey, so I decided to write her playing it. I hope you like this last fic. It’s been a blast writing for this event, and I’m proud to say I met my challenge of 7 prompts for 7 days. Can’t wait to do it all again next year! So now, sit back and enjoy my final entry for this year. Beware, it’s the longest one yet.

The roar of the crowd was deafeningly loud throughout the halls of Ha’rar State University’s hockey stadium. Flooded with fans of both the home team, the Ha’rar State University Fighting Paladins, and visiting rivals, the Sami Thicket University Landstriders; the atmosphere was tense. It was the finals of a two-day tournament. Both top seeded teams played two games the day before, easily routing their opponents. Their head-to-head battle had always been assured, the latter two games merely a formality. Both teams stared daggers at each other whenever the Paladins locked eyes with a Landstrider. There’s bad blood between these rivals, the wound freshly opened after what had transpired a few hours before…

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Earlier in the day, the home team had arrived two hours before they were to hit the ice, hoping to do some warmup exercises in their locker room before suiting up, only to discover that the whole place had been destroyed. Bags had been dumped out, equipment strewn randomly throughout the room, and jerseys were being soaked by the showers. Their hockey sticks were no longer in the racks, and no one would have found them, had the team not experienced this sort of attack before. The Paladin’s team captain, defenseman Tavra just sighed before casting her gaze upwards, confirming that the sticks were indeed glued to ceiling.

“Sheesh, they could’ve at least come up with a more original way of wrecking our stuff. C’mon guys, cleanup positions. Ready? Go!” The team quickly got to work straightening things, accomplishing their tasks efficiently, having done so many times before. They kept a scraper and a bottle of nail polish remover taped under one of the benches for occasions such as this, which easily dissolved the super glue. It took a little longer to get everything back in order this time though, as the Landstriders had taken the time to remove the tape from their sticks before gluing them. It was a tedious task, retaping everything, but Tavra and her crew knew everything needed to be perfect, or they wouldn’t stand a chance. STU’s captain, Tolyn the Terrible, did his best to crush anyone that stood in his way, using any means necessary. The Landstriders led the league in both penalties and player ejections. They’d already given four different Gelfling concussions, ending the player’s seasons early, and in one case, ending it for good, the injury so severe it caused brain damage, forcing the player off the team and out of school altogether.

Forty minutes later, the locker room was back in usable condition. Tavra took her place in front of her team.

“Alright! Everyone get in line for warmups. First, we stretch, then after that 20 jumping jacks. When I say go. Ready? GO!”

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Meanwhile, at the campus dorm rooms…

“C’mon, Onica! It’ll be fun, I promise. The game is going to be great and there’s gonna be a sick afterparty, with lots of hot gelfs for us to hit on, so let’s go, please? You need a new girlfriend, or at least someone to take your mind off Effiny and I need to get my flirt on. It’ll be good for you to get out.” Tae had been trying to convince her friend to attend the game with her for the last few hours, not wanting to go by herself.

“But I’ve got that test coming up for my Developmental Psychology class and I haven’t even studied for it yet.” Tae rolled her eyes.

“You’ve never had to study for any of your Psych classes before. You know every bit of that material frontwards and backwards, sideways, diagonal and upside down. If that’s your best excuse my victory is assured.”

“But I won’t even be able to get into the afterparty. You have to know someone on the team to attend and I don’t, so I see no reason to go.” Tae refused to give up.

“That doesn’t matter! I told you, I know the goalie. Zili promised that if we showed up, she’d get us in. Zili’s a bit weird, which she claims is a common trait amongst goalies, but she’s also true to her word. Please, I don’t want to go alone.” Tae had been nice so far, but it was time to pull out her secret weapon. She kneeled down next to Onica’s chair, lower lip jutting out in a pout, eyes turned up in a begging fashion, glistening with small tears in their corners. Onica had to give her style points for being able to cry on demand. She tried to turn away, but there was no escaping the power of the fizzgig pout. Unable to fend off the adorably cute assault any further, Onica let out a groan.

“Ugghhh! Okay, fine! I’ll go. But you owe me. More than one.”

“Yes!” Tae jumped up, giving her roommate and best friend a hug. “Thank you so much, Oni! There’s this new guy on the team, Galen, and Zili’s promised to help me get a chance to talk to him. Oh, I can’t wait for you to see him, he’s so dreamy. He’s tall, and Sifa, like us, with some Spriton and Vapra mixed in. He’s got beautiful tanned skin and dark hair with little bits of silver here and there, ooh-hoo-hoo just the thought of him makes me quiver!” Onica gave her friend a look of disbelief and slight disgust.

“Sounds like a creep if you ask me.”

“No! No, he’s not, actually. Zili said he’s really kind and soft spoken most of the time. When he does talk, he’s so deep, and he’s got a great sense of humor, too.” Onica smiled at her then, reassured of Tae’s choice to pursue this guy.

“I can’t wait to meet him, then. I hope you find happiness this time Tae. I’d hate for you to be stuck with someone who doesn’t appreciate you.” Onica’s face turned slightly sullen, then. Tae put a hand on her shoulder.

“Are you talking about Effiny? Onica, that girl has serious issues with where her priorities lie. She didn’t know what she had, being with you. But soon, Onica, someone will come along who loves you for you, I’m sure of it. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet them tonight. So, come on. To the game!” Tae jumped into a pose, pointing dramatically towards the door. Onica gave a small laugh, before getting up and ready for the night’s activities.

The two young women made it to their seats as the two teams warmed up on the ice, each circling around their zone, while some fired pucks at the goalie, who easily blocked them all, giving Zili a confidence boost to start off with. Tavra was gliding along on her skate’s edges, keeping an eye on her own players, looking for signs that each was ready, and smirking when she found they were. She got in line to shoot then, firing right from the line in a slapshot, typical of her defensive position. She’d placed a spin on the puck, causing it to look as if it were warping in the air as it curved toward Zili’s glove side. Tavra nearly got it in, but at the last second, Zili’s eagle eyes tracked it and she caught it neatly in her mitt.

“Nice try, Captain! Maybe next time, yeah?” Zili teased her. Tavra smacked her stick against the goalie’s pads affectionately before gliding off to the back of the line, only to freeze as a sinister gaze met her own.

“Tolyn,” she whispered bitterly. The big jerk was Spriton, tall and strong, or in Tolyn’s case brutish. The sound of ice being carved sounded from behind her, letting Tavra know her two assistant captains had her back.

“That guy almost makes me ashamed to be Spriton.” Kylan muttered, glaring with all he had at the man, who only sneered back.

“Don’t let him get to you Kylan. I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt you this time. I’d never hear the end of it from my brother if I did.”

“You’re damn right about that, Naia.” Another player had joined the assistant captains.

“Speak of the devil. Hey, Gurjin. You ready to rumble?” Naia asked her brother.

“Oh, you know it. Gotta get revenge for them breaking my poor Ky Guy’s arm.” Suddenly, the scoring siren went off, signaling the players to leave the ice as it’s resurfaced in preparation for the game’s start. The Paladin’s gathered once more into their locker room. Tavra, Kylan and Naia stood up front as everyone else kneeled, waiting to hear some inspiring words from their captain.

“Ok, we’ve got a tough game ahead of ourselves here, people. We know just as much as anyone else that the Landstriders don’t fight fair. Expect attacks from all sides and keep your guard up. Their goalie is weak on their stick side, so do your best to aim at the space between the arm and torso, as well as high on her right side. Stay away from that glove hand, it’s too good. Now raise your swords, gelfs…” Everyone’s sticks rose in the air. “Brave paladins of HSU, are you ready to defend yourselves, your honor, and your school?” The team let out their best roars of approval. “Are we ready to face the beasts in battle, skate blades sharpened, sticks taped?” Another roar resounded throughout the room. The coach signaled for the group to head out for introductions.

“Ok gelfs, charge!” The Paladins stormed out of the locker room, cheering wildly, though it was completely drowned out by the outrageously raucous crowd. The visiting team was just getting finished with their introduction.

“And, at center, the Landstrider’s leading scorer and captain of the team, number 66, Tolyn!” Loud boos overwhelmed any cheers there might have been for the Spriton center, causing him to shake his stick angrily at his many detractors.

“And now, the roster of our very own home team, the Ha’rar State University Fighting Paladins!” The crowd cheered loudly in response. “For the tertiary line, at left wing it’s number 86, Mira!” A thin Vapra girl quickly skated out on the ice, waving to her fans. “On right wing we’ve got number 18, Deet!” A Grottan girl and Rian’s girlfriend skated over to bump gloves with Mira. “And at center, number 8, the incomparable Rian!” The Stonewood skated out strong, charming all the ladies as he waved to the crowd. “For our secondary offensive line, we’ve got our newest player, number 45, Galen!” A Spriton, taller than both Kylan and Tolyn skated reservedly onto the ice. “Coming in on right wing like a thief in the night, it’s number 13, Periss!” The youngest of the team, a Dousan boy with a rakish attitude glided out, taking bows and throwing kisses as he went. “And, at center, number 7, Bold Gurjin!” The great oaf was light as a feather as he slid past his teammates, giving Kylan’s helmet an affectionate smack as he passed him. “And now for our secondary defenseman. On the right, give it up for number 3, Brea!” Tavra’s younger, bookish sister skated calmly into place, absorbing any information she could about her enemies. “And on the left, it’s number 69, ladies let out a cheer for Rek’yr!” The tattoo-faced man skated grandly into place, blowing kisses to his many lady followers, who screamed in response, one of them fainting.

“And now, everybody give it up for our starting roster. On left wing, we’ve got number 4, the mysterious and shadowy Amri!” Amri had already snuck into his place in line at this point. “On right wing, number 32, our ever-melodious Kylan!” The lanky Spriton skated calmly into place, doing his best not to be intimidated at the sight of Tolyn pretending to slash his throat, the universal bully sign for ‘you’re dead meat’. “And at center, number 17, it’s Fierce Naia!” Naia charged onto the ice, letting out a growling war cry as she bumped gloves with all her teammates, nearly knocking some of them over in her zeal. “And starting for the defense, we’ve got number 49, Ellis!” A Vapra senior a few years older than Tavra skated out. “And don’t forget his partner, your favorite player and mine, that devastating lavender tornado, the Tremendous Tavra!” The crowd got even louder somehow as Tavra regally entered the rink, smiling at her comrades and looking disdainfully over at her opponents. “And last, but certainly not least, that eccentric and crazy girl you know and love, the goalie, number 00, Zili!” Zili skated out powerfully in her heavy goalie pads, ready to protect and defend her net with all she had.

“Whoo! Yeaaayuhh, let’s do this!” Zili riled up the crowd even more, forcing the officials to wait several minutes until things died down to start. The Skarith Land’s flag was lowered down over the rink by wires, as the country’s national anthem played. Once it was over, the teams headed for their respective benches while the captains of each team came and shook hands. Tavra took her hand out of her glove, offering it to Tolyn, who merely scoffed at it and took off to his own bench. Tavra looked at Kylan and Naia.

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t try.” The three skated over to their team, who were being given a last-minute pep talk by Coach Madso.

“Alright, lads and lassies, get out there and follow the plan. Don’t let them goad you into penalties we can’t afford. Stay onside, and for Thra’s sake, protect each other. We don’t need anymore broken arms, right Kylan?”

“Y-Yes sir!”

“OK!” Tavra barked. “Sticks in!” Everyone gathered in a circle, sticks placed in the middle, pointed downward. “Paladins on three! One, two, three-”

“PALADINS!” With that, the other lines went to the bench and the starters to their places. The referee checked to make sure each goalie was ready, and the centers faced off. The puck is dropped, and the game begins!

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It’s late in the third period. Both teams are exhausted from holding each other to a standstill. Neither had scored so far, and the crowd was getting restless with tension. Back and forth across the ice they raced. Naia had the puck on a small breakaway, Kylan assisting her as they passed the flat black object between each other, desperate to keep it away from the Landstriders. Suddenly, Kylan got pinned to the boards as he tried to dig the puck out from the edge of the rink. The enemy player’s skate kept blocking his stick and he couldn’t twist his body the right way to get it. What Kylan didn’t see was that across the rink, Tolyn had locked onto him. He charged, barreling straight at the unwary Spriton. But just as he was about to slam the music major into the boards, something tripped him from behind. He landed flat on his face, sliding hard into the boards from his momentum. A whistle was sounded, stopping play.

“Number 17, Paladins, two minutes, tripping.” It didn’t matter that Naia had stopped Tolyn from breaking Kylan’s clavicle, she got stuck with the penalty. Now they were one gelf down, on a powerplay in the Landstrider’s favor, at the very end of the game. They only needed to last two minutes, but with Tolyn lurking out on the ice, it might as well have been two trine. Coach Madso called timeout, gathering his brave Paladins to his benchside.

“Alright my soldiers, this is what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna hold the line as best we can. I need Gurjin on right, Deet, you’re on center. Use any tricks you’ve got to be in front of that net. Tavra, Brea, you’re in at D. Tavra, you’ve got the fast slapshot. Everyone else, get the puck into the Landstrider zone, and then get it to Tavra. She and Deet will do the rest. Are we clear?” Everyone nodded. “Good. Paladins on three. One, two, three-”

“PALADINS!” The selected players went to their spots. Deet took the faceoff. When the puck dropped, Tolyn made to tackle the small Grottan to the ground, but when he aimed high, she went low, ducking beneath his arms and skating away with the puck. Gurjin plowed through his opponent, flanking Deet on the right. Tavra and Brea trailed behind, stopping just inside the Landstrider blue line. They skated circles in place, watching the puck bounce back and forth between Gurjin and Deet, trying to thwart their attackers and draw them away from the net so Tavra could get a clear shot. The clock began to wind down. The two-minute penalty passed and Naia quickly skated to the bench, where she was replaced by Amri, who drove hard into the occupied zone to help Gurjin and Deet. Deet passed to Gurjin, who was immediately dogged by Tolyn and his right wing, Lun. Pinned against the boards, all Gurjin could do was kick his leg, which he did, successfully knocking the puck along the boards and over to Amri, who slipped and slid around his attacker like a snake through wet grass. His ears perked as he heard Coach Madso cry out.

“Hey! Get it to Tavra! She’s open! Ten seconds left! Make the pass, Amri!” Amri whipped around, searching for his teammate. Tavra was in shotgun position, ready to take aim as soon as she’s given ammo. Amri flicked the puck over to her. She barely stopped it before pulling her stick back and firing it hard through the air and over the center of the ice. The goalie reached for it…It’s…It’s…CLANG! It’s deflected! But what’s this? SMACK!

The crowd waited with bated breath. Tavra stared forward, dropping to her knees.

Wee-Ooh! The scoring siren finally sounded. It’s good! Deet had indeed been waiting, and when the puck glanced off the post, she was right there with the rebound. Her teammates suddenly surrounded her, giving a group hug and patting her hard on the back, screaming they’d won. Tavra, still on her knees, looked upward, not trusting the scoreboard. It was 1-0 Home, and the clock had one tenth of a second left. The following faceoff was just a formality, as the clock ran out and the siren sounded once more, signaling the end of the game, and of the tournament. Trophies were handed out in a ceremony before everyone started to head home. But, just before the team left the ice, Gurjin shouted to the crowd:

“Victory party at Gyr Hall!” Cheers were heard as they departed to the locker room to shower and change before heading to the party. Tavra took her time cleaning up, in no rush for the festivities. All she wanted was to enjoy the energy rush she’d gotten from a game well-played. But, as team captain, she was obligated to go, at least, that’s what Naia and Gurjin said. Kylan gave her an out, but he was quickly overruled by Rian and Deet, so Tavra had no choice. She would socialize, whether she wanted to or not.

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“Tae, do we have to go to this thing? All that crowd noise gave me a headache.” It was Onica’s last-ditch effort to escape the party. Tae just rolled her eyes.

“You’re fine. Don’t be such a drama queen. Besides, Zili knows we’re here, we can’t just walk out on her. There she is, Zili! Over here, girl!” After meeting up with the goaltender, who was just as weird as Onica had heard, Zili escorted them over to Gyr Hall and the party held within. The voices of others were all that was heard within the crowded dorm hall. The music was still being set up, but Gurjin kept interfering to flirt with Kylan, who was in charge of tunes. Zili moved passed them, searching for the boy Tae wanted to meet with. Galen was finally spotted talking to Amri, joining them when Zili called him away.

“Alrighty. Galen, this is Tae. Tae, Galen. Ok, let’s see some love sparks fly. Go on, you two. Scoot!” The two walked off, Tae apologizing to Onica for leaving her there with her eyes. Onica sighed lightly, she knew this would happen. She opted to plop down on a vacant couch, people watching to pass the time. Twenty minutes went by, during which Onica grabbed herself a beer from a nearby cooler. She sipped the bitter liquid slowly, not desiring a buzz, but merely drinking it as something to do. Just as she’d talked herself into grabbing one more, there was shouting coming from the front street. Changing her mind on the drink, the redhead decided to see what was going on.

A tall Gelfling of Spriton descent stood in front of a group of students, some of which Onica recognized as being part of the Landstrider’s roster. They’d had their helmets off when receiving their second-place trophy.

I guess that means the one in front is Tolyn. Not the most attractive of team captains, is he…Onica thought, watching the scene unfold. More shouting was then heard coming from the dorm’s side entrance, before a group of Paladins emerged, a beautiful silver and lavender haired woman at their head. And that must be Tavra. What an attractive Silverling. Perhaps Tae was right. Maybe I should find someone else. Tavra stepped right up in Tolyn’s face, not backing down.

“This is a private engagement, my good Landstriders. Please leave, before things get ugly.” The cracking of knuckles reinforced her words, Naia’s fists providing the sound effect. Tolyn just gave a cocky grin.

“Aww…is the big, brave Paladin afraid one of us Landstriders are gonna hurt one of her friends again? By the way, Ky, how’s the arm?” Kylan grabbed his forearm, defensively pulling it to his chest.

“I-It’s fine.” Gurjin stepped in front of his boyfriend.

“Leave him be, Tolyn. You touch him, and I won’t stop at just your arm.” Kylan grabbed Gurjin before he did something foolish, attempting to calm him down. Tolyn just scoffed.

“Tch! You need to keep a better leash on your Drenchen mutt, Tavra. Kylan betrayed his own, so he’s fair game to us.”

“Oh, my Thra, he changed schools! There’s no betrayal in that. STU didn’t have a music program, so he switched. You can’t fault him for that.” Naia jumped in, standing next to her brother and further blocking Kylan from Tolyn’s wrath.

“I take back what I said,” Tolyn paused. “It looks like you’ve got two Drenchen dogs you need to teach discipline to. You really got your work cut out for you, don’t ya, Katavra.” Tavra flinched at the use of her full name. Only her mother called her that, and when it happened, it wasn’t going to be good. Tavra stared at Tolyn coldly.

“Just leave, Tolyn. You’ve had your fun. Enough is enough.” Tavra turned, attempting to end the incident, but Tolyn wasn’t of the mind to leave. Onica watched as he snuck up behind her back.

“Oh, no. H-Hey! Tavra, look out!” Onica’s warning came too little too late, as Tolyn turned Tavra by her shoulder, only to haul back and hit her right on the jaw with a sickening crack. The poor woman was knocked off her feet, saved from hitting the ground by Gurjin, as Naia charged forward with the rest of the team in retaliation. A fight broke out, the Paladins easily outwitting and out-brawling their opponents, only to chase after them as they tried to retreat. Gurjin had left Tavra with Onica, who had approached to see if she could help. The Drenchen charged into the melee, flinging Landstriders left and right. Brea came over to where her sister lay with a washcloth and ice, handing them to Onica before grabbing her phone to call campus police. The Sifa placed the ice gently to Tavra’s already swelling jaw. The dazed Silverling gazed up at her, a strange smile spread across her face.

“Hmm…I must be dead…” Onica looked at her oddly.

“What makes you say that?”

“I’ve got a beautiful, red-haired angel taking care of me. If this isn’t paradise, I don’t know what is.” Onica chuckled at the rather forward-speaking Vapra.

“Well, I’m afraid this isn’t paradise, but if you’d like, I can care for you a little while longer.” Tavra smiled at her, before suddenly pulling her in for a dazed and clumsy kiss. Onica pulled back, blushing wildly.

“I’d really like that. My name is Tavra. And what is the name of the gorgeous angel that’s caring for me, if you don’t mind my asking.” Onica blushed even further, beguiled by the Vapra girl’s charms.

“I’m-uh…I-I’m Onica.” Tavra took her hand, holding it up to her lips for a kiss nearly missing it because of her dizziness.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my dear lady Onica. I hope we can get to know each other better, that is, once my jaw stops hurting so much. *Groan* Coach is going to be so mad at me if I can’t practice tomorrow.” Onica placed a gentle hand to the uninjured side of Tavra’s face.

“Lucky for you, my hobbies include learning traditional Sifa herbal Less side effects than regular medications. And I guarantee you’ll be up and skating by tomorrow. Now, let’s get you up and into bed.” Onica helped Tavra to her feet, the Vapra swinging an arm around the other girl’s shoulders.

“You’ve known me less than ten minutes, and already you’re trying to get me into bed. My, my, don’t you work fast.” Onica rolled her eyes, but still laughed quietly.

I think I’m beginning to like this girl. With that last, lingering thought, the two walked unsteadily into the dorm, and into a wonderful new relationship.

-DK

[itsme690]

Bad Day part 4

I couldn't call my doctor until Monday, since it was Saturday that I had taken the home pregnancy test. We tried to think back a couple of weeks and pinpoint exactly when I had conceivced, both of us believing it was a different time!

"It was the night on the couch when.." he said believing he was right.

"No no! It was that late Sunday morning when we stayed in bed all day!" I knew I had to be right but I let him win.

We spent the rest of the weekend coming up with boy and girl names that we each loved and packing up everything that we would possibly need to have with us overseas.

Jack called Rami late Monday morning with more info on London. While he was speaking with him, I called my doctor and made and appointment for first thing Tuesday morning, our last full day before leaving for London!

"So Jack says I am needed in London for about 7 months. Are you okay with staying there that long being pregnant?" He asked me, folding more laundry.

"Absolutely! I want to be with you during this time of our lives. Did you tell him...about us?" I tossed over his freshly clean jeans.

"Not yet, I thought we could tell him together, since hes sorta part of the family you know?" I smiled at his thoughfulness.

"I love that idea!" We haven't told anyone yet. Trying to think of the best way to tell everyone at once!

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Rami came with me to my appointment. I layed back on the exam table with a cloth rag over my knees. The nurse had me do a blood and urine test and we were waiting for the doctor to come in to do an ultrsound to make sure everything was starting off right.

Dr. Adams came in and shook both Rami and my hands. I had know Dr. Adams, as she was who delivered me. My mom is also a medical assisstant at this practice so her and Dr. Adams are close friends.

"Now this is going to be cold.." she said as she started. "Just relax, (Y/N)." She must have noticed I was nervous from the way I tensed up. Rami was standing by my head, gently caressing my hair and holding my hand with his other hand. "Hmm, interesting." She said, moving the ultrasound wand all over. The look on her face was concerning.

"What? What is it?" I asked, pushing myself up on my elbows to try and see the moitor better.

"I don't know what I am suppose to be looking for..." Rami said. "..But shouldn't there at least be a blob or something in there?"

"Yes." Dr. Adams confirmed Ramis statement.

I looked up at Ramis face, he had turned pale as a ghost. "Dr, what is happening?" I asked. She removed the wand and stood up.

"Go ahead and get dressed back up, let me go to my office and review your tests and I will be right back." She said, opening then closing the door behind her.

I couldn't move. I looked back at Rami, he had tears in his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before turning around so I could put my clothes back on. "Rami, I don't know what is happening, I'm scared." I sat down in the uncomfortable chair next to him. Our hands squeezing one anothers.

After a few minutes, a nurse came to get us and explained that Dr. Adams wanted another blood test. The nurse took my blood and showed us to Dr. Adams office.

"(Y/N), Rami, please take a seat." She gestured to the leather sofa facing her desk.

"Dr. Adams, what is it? What is happening?" I asked, concerned. Ramis hand still tight in my own. His eyes focused on the doctors.

"You confirm you took a home pregnancy test that came out positive correct?" She asked.

"Yes." Both Rami and I said in unison.

"Unfotunately, after extensively reviewing your blood and urine tests here, I am sorry to have to tell you, you are not pregnant. This is very rare. This is what we call a false positive. There are many things that could have caused this.

Tears stormed down my face as I buried my head into Ramis shoulder.

"I will give you two a moment." She said, getting up to leave the room. I heard her close the door and I looked up at Rami.

"I am so sorry Rami!" I sobbed, my head landing on his chest. He lifted my chin with his index finger to look at him.

"Don't you dare do that (Y/N), this is in no way youre fault! I love you, sweetheart."

"How do 'false positives even happen!? It just doesn't make any sense!" He wiped away my tears with his thumbs.

"I don't know baby girl, that you will have to ask the doctor." He took me back in his arms.

Dr. Adams came back in with a box of tissues.

"How, how does this sort of thing happen?" I asked right away.

"Well, I'm sure you know already, home pregnancy tests are never 100% accurate. So I am glad you came to see me, especially before your big trip! I just reviewed the second results from your blood test. It seems like it was a 'chemical pregnancy' which is an early pregnancy loss occuring shortly after implantation. Neither of your faults."

"But I didn't have any symtoms? I didn't know!" I said.

"(Y/N), I think what she is trying to say is that none of us could have seen this coming, it just, it just happens." Rami looked at me, trying to make me feel better.

"Exactly what Rami said! There is no way in preventing this." She said.

"Will we have a harder time getting pregnant? Is this prone to happening again?" I asked immediatly.

"You will not experience a harder time, in fact, a chemical pregnancy is somewhat encouraging, because it shows that Rami's sperm can fertilize your egg, and your uterus can call for embryo implantation. You may actually ovulate and get pregnant as soon as two weeks, and there is no medical reasons for you not to start trying as soon as you want." Dr. Adams explained. Rami nor I had any further questions. We thanked Dr. Adams and left.

The car ride home was silent. We pulled in the driveway and Rami placed his hand in mine, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. "Its okay love, did you hear what she said? There is no medical reason to try again." I still looked out my window. "Its no ones fault honey."

I turned to look at him and said "But what if I had noticed I was late ealier than when Yas put the thought into my head? What if I had gotten to go in to see Dr. Adams sooner than I did? I could have...."

"There was nothing you or Dr. Adams could have done to change this. This just proves to us that we CAN have babies. And I will wait until you are ready to try again." Now he had both of my hands in his. "I love you (Y/N), forever. We are in this together. Two peas in a pod!" he winked and scrunched up his nose. I smiled and rolled my eyes at that last part. I loved when he said corny things like that. "Come on, lets go inside."

We finished up some last minute packing since we were leaving late tomorrow morning. Everything we could possibly need in London was packed in our luggage bags that were lined up by the door. Rami and I decided to let Sami stay at the house while we were gone to keep an eye on the house and keep Max company.

While I made us some hot cocoa, Rami came up and hugged me from behind. "Want to cozy up together and watch a movie?" He asked.

"Sure." I shrugged and then went to put on my warm fuzzy lounge pants and one of Ramis comfy hoodies and joined him on the couch with our cocoas. It was a bitter cold snowy day.

"What movie do you want to watch?" he asked, taking a sip from his mug. I was looking out the window at the snow that was falling. "(Y/N)? Everything okay?"

"What?" I shook my head and looked at him. "Oh um, anything you want to watch. And yeah I'm good, why?" I turned my head back to the window, holding my mug in both my hands trying to stay warm.

"You've been very quiet since we got home earlier." He moved closer to me, covering us up in the blue plaid blanket.

"Sorry. I've been thinking. A lot. About everything.." I started to say when he interrupted me.

"Do you not want to come with me? It is okay if you don't want to honey, I understand." he said and looked down, swirling the cocoa in his mug.

I quickly turned my head toward his, "No no no! Not that! I wouldn't miss this for the world! Just, maybe this whole not being pregnant thing is a sign. What would we have done had I been pregnant in London?" I frowned.

He looked me in the eyes and said "We would have figured it out babe. It won't hurt to try again now. There are doctors and hospitals there that we could have met with. I really want to have children with you! I want to build a little family with you." I don't think I could have smiled any bigger from what he just said. He pecked my lips.

I took his empty hand in mine, "and I want to have your children. Little Ramis running all over the place!" We both giggled. "But think about it, what if I were to have any complications on a day where you were filming?" He sighed, I could see the gears in his brain going.

"I guess you're right. Our time will come. Now is just not that time." he placed his now empty mug on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, pulling me with him.

"Hey! Do you want me to spill this all over you!?" He eyes widened and shook his head. "Then let me at least put it down first" I teased, putting my cocoa next to his on the table in front of us and then resting my head on his shoulder. "Lets wait until we find out more about how long we will be in London to try again for a baby." I said.

He eagerly sat up and looked at me.. "But we still can have fun..can't we!? I don't think I can keep my hands off of you for that long love!"

"Umm definitely, just safely. Condoms along with me taking my birth control" I said smiled.

He took my hand and shook it..."Deal!" He winked. "So about the movie, your pick babe."

"Put on whatever you want. I'll be right back." I excused myself and went to the bedroom. I found and put on the one cute piece of lingerie that I hadn't packed in my suitcase. I put my fuzzy pants and Ramis hoodie back on over it. Secretly hoping he will soon find his little surprise.

I came back to the couch and plopped down next to him again. He still hadn't picked a movie. "Alright, since neither of us wants to pick a movie, how about we play a game?" I suggested. "Cards or Monopoly?" Knowing that he was going to choose cards, because he wasn't a fan of really long games such as Monopoly.

"Cards, obvisouly." he chuckled. "Blackjack? But lets make it fun..whoever loses the round has to take off an article of clothing?" he asked. I thought about it for a minute. Looking at him in his oversized hoodie and baggy sweats. I couldn't wait to see his body.

"Hmm..what the hell..sure why not!?" I tried to not sound too eager but I think he knew what I was thinking. He dealt and we began to play. I looked down at my cards, I had a two and an an eight. "Hit me!" I said.

"I haven't had a chance to even look what I've got! Gimme a sec!" he teased, looking at his cards. He gave me another card. A king.

"STAY!!" I said far too excitedly. I had the worst 'poker face' and he knew it.

"Okay then." He said, pondering at his cards. He stayed too. "Alright, what you got?"

I flipped my cards over. "Twenty! Beat that Mr. Malek!" I teased. He filpped his cards over. "Nineteen! I win!!!" His head dropped to his chest as he reached up over his head to take off his hoodie, revealing a black v-neck tee. "My deal." I passed him his two cards and then checked my own. I had an Ace and a Queen!! Knowing I had him beat yet again! "What would you like to do Ram?"

"Uhhm stay." He instantly regretted that decison once we flipped our cards. He could have said 'hit' and tried for one of the remianin three aces.

"Twenty-one!" I said! "Take it offfff..take it offff!" I sang, encouraging him as he slowly took off his tshirt.

A few more rounds and there he was, sitting on the floor..leaning back on the bottom of the couch, wearing nothing but his red and blue striped socks and hunter green boxers. The next two rounds I decided to let him win.

"Woah baby! His eyes widened as I took off his hoodie and my fuzzy pants. "I mean don't get me wrong, you're hot wearing those fuzzy pants and my hoodie but..dammnnn girl you look..."

"How have you been sitting here, half naked and not be freezing?" I asked.

"Well I was pretty cold until about a minute ago when you started taking off your clothes. Come over here.." he reached his arm over to me, pulling me to straddle him.

"What about our game? It was just getting good!" I flirted. He looked me up and down, gliding his hands up and my body from my arms to my torso to my thighs.

"I've got a better 'game' that we can play." he said seductively. His hands creeping up my back, giving me goosebumps. I arched my back at his touch. Leaning my head back, he began pecking at my collarbone and I sighed. I whipped my hair to the side, and unclasped my bra. His hands moving the straps down my shoulders and off my arms. I felt myself getting hot and wet in between my legs. He fondled my breasts, bringing his head down again to put one in his mouth. Nipping at my nipple I moaned a little. I roughly ran my fingers down his chest to his happy trail, and along the line of his boxers. I felt him growing harder beneath me.

"Uhh I want you so bad" He growled and leaned his bare chest up to mine and grabbed my bottom lip with his teeth. Grinding my hips into his, he started bucking his up to meet with mine. His breathing getting heavier. I stood up in front of him, grabbing his hands to help him up. He pulled me back into his arms. "Jump" he said. I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me to our room and roughly dropped me on our bed.

He pulled down my sheer black panties and stepped out of his boxers. I sat up to the edge of the bed where he was standing. I took him in my hands, gliding my hands up and down his length before taking him in my mouth. His eyes didn't leave mine. "Mmm baby that feels so good!" he moaned, throwing his head back. "Suck babe...YESSS" I pushed him out of my mouth, knowing he was close. "That. Was not fair!" he growled, pushing my shoulders back down onto the bed. Now hes on his knees, spreading my legs. "Yeah lets see how you like it..." he sneered. He began sucking my clit and running his hands up my thighs. "God you are so wet!"

"Its what you do to me!" I said in between breaths. His finger teasing my enterance. I grinded his face, trying to get his fingers to go inside me. He ever so slowly pushed one finger inside. Twisting and curling, hitting the spot I was craving. He hit it just once and pulled his finger back out. I whimperd just before he pushed now two of his fingers deep inside me. Pumping them in and out. "Rami...i'm...so...cl" he pulled out. "Babyyy!"

"How do you like it now?!" He said, going over to his nighstand and grabbing a condom out of the top drawer. Throwing the wrapper on the floor, he rolled it onto himself. Back between my legs, he pulled my hips up into his. Cupping my ass in his hand he lifted me up, leaving my shoulders down on the bed. He entered me with such force.

I was clenching onto the sheets, my knuckles turning white. "Oh my god Rami!" I yelled, he was slamming himself into me so hard. "Feels. So. Good!" I said panting.

"Turn around!" He said sternly. He knelt in the bed, pulling me back into him. "Bend over!" He pushed me down so that my head was back on the bed. He grabbed my hips and began thrusting again, deep inside, but much faster this time. He pulled my shoulders back up, our bodies flushed together.

"Fuck!" I cried out. This position was always my favorite. He continued hitting the spot with every thrust. His right hand flicking my nipples and his left was circling my clit. His grunts were loud in my ear was adding to the pleasure. "Rami...I'm gona cum! I moaned.

"Cum for me!" I leaned my head back next to his. His panting and grunting closer to my ear made me so hot.

"Yes. Rami. Don't.... stooooo" I moaned and lost myself in the high. It felt like it lasted forever.

"Fuck. I love the way you make me feel baby!" He growled into his own escape. A few more loud grunts and he was lost.

We both fell on the bed in unison. Panting, trying to catch our breath. He rolled over to throw away his filled condom.

"That was amazing (Y/N). I can't wait to have more times like this in London!"

Once we composed ourselves we made sure we had everything out and ready to go for the morning.

"Alarms are set." I reassured him, climbing into bed with him. He was laying on his side facing me, hoisted up on one elbow with his head in his hand.

"You are so beautiful, you know that?" I was laying on my back staring up at him and I blushed. "No I really mean it. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.." he looked oddly nervous.

"Thank you. I am just as lucky. You are so handsome" I said caressing his arm. There was a look in his face like he wanted to say something more but he grew silent. "I love you Rami." He rolled over on to his back and I placed my head on his chest.  He played with my hair.

"I love you too. Sweet dreams my love. Get ready for our adventure tomorrow!!" I hugged him tight and we fell into deep sleep.

[rabidwrestlingfan]

25 Tales Of Christmas

Author's note: I wanted to do something special for you guys. 💙 This year was rocky af but even when I disappeared you guys were still here! There's a few writing debuts here and a few favorites. I really just wanted to do something big that also gave you guys choices. So why not a whole bunch of Christmas and Christmas related blurbs? 💙 My whole goal was to not think too hard which is why some are shorter and some end abruptly. Sorry for that, but it's really the only reason this got done. I hope you guys enjoy and have/ had a wonderful day. I love you all!

1. Chris Brookes

Chris Brookes smiled when he seen her face appear on his phone. Though his friend beside him rolled his eyes. "So I take it that you made it home safely and your plane didn't crash?" He asked as soon as he answered the phone. He was greeted with a scoff before she started to laugh. Only he would start a conversation so bluntly. "I'm in the backseat of the car right now. Not at the bottom of the ocean." Skylar answered after a few seconds. She'd promised to call as soon as she landed, but the airport was packed to the gills. So she'd decided to do it on her way home. "I'm glad you got what you wanted for Christmas this year." The sincerity in his voice made her heart fuzzy. Last year she'd been unable to make it home for Christmas for the first time in her life. He'd made sure she had a good day, but he could still see the sadness in his friend's eyes. So this year he'd helped her make sure it didn't happen again. "Thank you, Chris. Truly." She whispered. The woman didn't miss her mom's smile in the side mirror. She would definitely get interrogated later. After a few seconds she took a deep breath. "It's getting late over there..." Her words trailed off but she caught the meaning. "Have a good time, Skylar. I can't wait to hear all about it." They both said goodbye before a hand smacked the back of his head. "Tell the girl you love her already. I'm tired of you two pining for each other." The younger man grumbled before unpausing the game.

2. Kenny Omega

"Merry Christmas, Wren." Kenny mumbled when he watched the clock flip to midnight. The woman curled into his side couldn't help but smile. "Merry Christmas, Kenny." She replied simply. She had nowhere to go for the holidays besides friend's in the states. He hadn't been able to go home for the holidays. They decided that they'd celebrate together at the apartment. Next week she'd go and make a round around the states to see her friends. For now she was just fine with being in his arms watching Elf. The gifts that sat under their tree just made her smile bigger. Maybe things weren't perfect, and they never would be, but this was good. No matter what happened she had this and that's what mattered to her. It was at that moment that Kenny kissed her head with a small chuckle. "Good thing Santa came early this year. Because I'd be pissed if I had to move right now." He joked. He could see the look in her grey eyes. Holidays were hard for her after her aunt passed. "You could take him." She answered without missing a beat. Their laughter quieted as they shared a few short kisses. Maybe she could live with Christmas just like this.

4. Sami Zayn

"Did Santa remember to eat the cookies?" Veronica asked quietly when he entered the room again. Sami had just finished putting the last of their gifts under the tree. He'd even managed to sneak the adult's gifts down without them noticing it. "Santa got beat to it by your sister's not boyfriend." He joked as he slipped under the covers next to the woman. Veronica only rolled her eyes. "I can't wait until they break down and see what we've all seen since the start." She told her boyfriend with a sigh. "Hey... She seen us coming a long time before we did. So, we've gotta give them time. Like two more weeks before we just follow them around screaming." The red head joked. If her daughter wouldn't have been asleep she would have cackled. Instead she settled for hushed giggles. "All I can see is Magnolia just chasing Rose screaming at her to marry Dean." She told him between laughs. He couldn't help but laugh with her. It was something her daughter would definitely do. "Wait until she sees the dollhouse." He whispered once it went quiet. She loved that he still kept such a sense of wonder about Christmas. His happiness transferred to her even when she was stressed to the max. "Definitely going to earn some brownie points." Veronica said with a knowing smile. The girl had been asking for it all year, and he'd actually bought it the first time she mentioned it. Yet he was keen on Santa giving it to her. So he'd kept it hidden for months on end in anticipation for Christmas. Now that it was finally here she could see the anxious energy building up. "Go to sleep, Sami Zayn. She'll be in here in no time." Veronica told him before gently pressing her lips to his.

5. Dean Ambrose

A Hallmark Christmas was something that Dean had never been part of before meeting Rose Wilming. He'd always brushed off people's invitations as nothing but pity and moved on. Yet suddenly here was someone who absolutely wouldn't take no for an answer. He was content to just getting drunk and watching whatever was on tv for Christmas. It was the closest thing to a tradition he had. But the white haired woman wasn't having it. And what Rose wanted, she got. He'd never admit how much he enjoyed the first Christmas. So here he was for a second year, watching as the family opened their gifts. That's when the woman grabbed a stocking and held it towards him. "Silly uncle Dean forgot to get his stocking!" She joked with a big smile. Rose knew that he was still in disbelief that they all got him gifts, let alone a stocking. She'd hear all about it when they went back to work in a few days. "I'm still waking up. I stayed up real late trying to catch the him." Dean covered with a chuckle. He could get used to this. Especially if it was always with Rose.

6. Jimmy Havoc

Jimmy fidgeted when Isolde grabbed the smallest gift. He knew she didn't really wear a lot of jewelry, but when he seen the dragon he had to get it. It was so perfectly her that it surprised even him. He just hoped she would like it as much as he thought she would. The purple haired woman laughed quietly as she ripped off his messy wrapping paper. She was almost positive he was at least half drunk when he remembered that he had to wrap his gifts. That or the man had the skills of small child. When she seen that it was a necklace box she immediately looked at him. His eyes avoided her and instead went to the black tree beside them. She knew it had to be good. With a small smile she popped the lid open. The purple and black dragon made her giggle gleefully. "It's perfect!" She yelled before she lunged forward and hugged him. Laughter was intermingled with kisses before he pulled back just slightly. "Merry Christmas, Isolde."

7. Trent Seven

Trent peaked over to make sure that his fiance was still asleep. He'd had her gifts sent to her mother's in anticipation of traveling. Yet he hadn't found free time to wrap them. So now he was doing so as quietly as he possibily could while she slept soundly. Even drooling with messy black hair everywhere she looked like a goddess to him. "I love that you can sleep through the world ending." He told her nonchalantly, taping down the the folded corner of wrapping paper. He inspected the box before setting it in the growing pile of finished presents. He was getting through it much faster than he expected. With a sip of now lukewarm cocoa he grabbed another gift and got to work. He didn't know that the woman had been awake for a solid ten minutes. She hadn't opened her eyes, just listened. It was getting harder and harder to hide the fact that she was conscious. Especially when he started to do the one thing that woke her up: sing a few carols. Luckily before she cracked he got up to rush a handful of gifts under the tree, and put a few in her stocking. Tabbitha took that time resituate herself and try to fall back to sleep so he could finish his last minute wrapping. The last thing she remembered before falling back asleep was him kissing her temple.

8. Pete Dunne

Pete didn't know why he agreed to any of this. Okay, that was a lie. He knew exactly why he agreed to this. He hated being an ocean and half a country away from Leena. On top of that he had peaked the "special" garments that she had packed. But the longer he stood there the more he questioned if it was really worth it. Of course he loved her more than he thought was possible, but the Christmas party was dragging on. There were so many people in the Ickers' house, and he could only really stand five of them. The rest were too stuck up for his taste. It was in that moment that he felt a pair of hands snake around his front and up his chest. "The kids are calling you Grinch." His girlfriend told him with a chuckle. He could understand it. He was standing in the entryway simply staring ahead, a barely touched drink in his hand. He had already been doing his best not to sneer at their friend's family. "Melody says that we can go as soon gifts are handled. Think you can last another hour?" She asked before leaning her head between his shoulder blades. "Fuck that." He muttered before taking a long drink. "Trent and Tabby are by the buffet table. Just stick with them for a few while I grab Mel. The faster we get gifts passed out the faster we can leave. And the faster I can give you an early present." The way she drug out present made him look over his shoulder at the her for the first time. "Just a bit longer, big guy." With that she kissed his cheek and walked off. With a sigh he headed towards their friends. Yeah. He knew exactly why he'd done it.

9. Tyle Bate

Tyler's phone went off at almost five pm on the dot. A quick calculation told him it was just after nine in the morning in Vegas. Melody always did love Christmas. He picked up the video call with a large smile. It was time for her to open his gift. They were doing a bit better than when they broke up. They could be in the same room for extended periods of time without fighting. That didn't mean that it hurt any less. "Merry Christmas!" The red head greeted as soon as she seen his face. He couldn't help but chuckle. She was in her pajamas and makeup free with her hair thrown up haphazardly. "Merry Christmas, Melody!" He replied with equal enthusiasm. It was Trent who talked him into letting them take the present to the States. She'd be in the UK just after the new year and he figured she could open it then. But the more he thought about it, and the more they asked, he knew that was the wrong decision. So he'd sent the present with them with the instructions of her calling him when she opened it. He couldn't help but notice that she had snuck off to her room to open it. He could only imagine what her parents thought about the whole thing. The woman placed the phone just right so that he could see her and her hands were free. It was then she held up the box wrapped in red and green shiny paper. He was probably a little too proud of how well he wrapped it. Melody shook it a few times with a growing smile. "Oh just open it, silly!" He joked with a laugh. Without a second thought she ripped the paper off and pulled the tape off to finally get a look inside.

10. Mark Andrews

Grace woke up with kisses being placed all over her face. She couldn't help but laugh at the blonde man. "Good morning, handsome." She said before she yawned. "Merry Christmas, love." Mark replied. She pecked his lips a few times before he wrapped her in his arms. "Chloe's calling us as soon as she wakes up. And I got a message in all capitals telling me you aren't opening any of her gifts until then." His words made her laugh. Her little sister knew how she was about Christmas. "But we can still open ours?" Grace asked with a smile. With a matching smile he let her go and stood up. "C'mon, my lady. I hear Santa thinks your an angel." Mark told her, holding his hand out. "I love you so much. Even when you're cheesier than a bag if Cheetos."

11. Sami Callihan

Taya couldn't help but laugh as she watched Sami cut at the zip tie covered box. It was a dick move, but it was a tradition. Every year they took turns trying to beat the fastest time. Sami knew he was getting close to the seven minute fifty three second record and was starting to panic a bit. Someone wouldn't be getting the last piece of pie this year. He was ripping into the paper when her phone's timer went off. "Ha! I win again!" She cheered. When her boyfriend started to pout she simply leaned forward and kissed him. "I'm getting you next year." He muttered before kissing her again. When they finally pulled apart she only rolled her eyes. "That's what you said last year.... But I can't wait to watch you try. Now finish opening your gift."

12. Jake Crist

For a brief moment worry filled every part of him when she shook him awake. Was everything okay? But then he could register the glee in her voice as she said his name. Suddenly he snapped out of his more than half asleep state and opened his eyes. "Jake! Merry Christmas!" Nova cheered when she seen him smile. "Merry Christmas, sunshine." He told her, rolling on to his back. She looked so bright and happy that he never wanted to forget it. He knew that this was the first real Christmas she'd had in years, and to see her like this made him happy to his soul. This is exactly what he wanted for Christmas. Just to see his girl looking like a ray of sunshine that would never be dimmed. After a few minutes he sat up and stretched. She seen the small smile on his face before he spoke. " Last one to the tree has to clean up!"

13. Dave Crist

Krystal was more than a little surprised when she got out of the shower and heard Dave in the bedroom. Last she'd seen him he'd been wrapping some gifts in the living room. There was no way he had gotten all that done in the time it took her to shower. By the time she exited the bathroom he was gone once more. However there was a wad of wrapping paper in the middle of the floor. She could only imagine what he'd gotten stuck on. She didn't know what he got anyone. Almost as if on cue she could hear him calling her. Dave was sat on the living room staring at the stack of stuffed slasher movie characters when she found him. "How the fuck am I supposed to wrap these without Nova knowing what they are?" He asked tiredly.

14. Matt Riddle

"You sure you don't want to open one?" Matt asked again. Josie's eyes had drifted to the tree repeatedly over the course of the day. He knew the big box would get her attention. She'd been staring at it off and on since she woke up. It was one reason he made sure to put it by the tree before he went to bed the night prior. But Josie was a stickler for Christmas traditions, and she never opened gifts before Christmas morning. "Positive." She answered before looking back up at him. The man kissed her temple before he looked back at the tv. "I'm gonna get you one year. I swear on it." He told her with a dramatic sigh. The woman laughed before leaning her head back to look up at him. "Babe, you could tell me that world peace was in that box and I still wouldn't open it before Christmas morning."

15. Finn Balor

Flora looked at the Lego Disney castle with a sigh. She hated to admit how much she missed her friend. He'd offered to take her with him, but she politely declined. It was a holiday about family. She'd talked to hers and thanked them for the gifts. Yet now all she wanted was Finn. She wanted to listen to him laugh and help him build Legos with Christmas movies playing in the background. The thought made her shake her head. She was being absolutely ridiculous. That was no way to be thinking. He wasn't hers. He probably never would be. She wasn't making a fool of herself by telling him of her little crush. It was then that her phone rang. Seeing his name made her brow furrow. Was everything okay? "Hello?" She answered worriedly. Suddenly there was a group of voices singing Jingle Bells, her best friend's voice the loudest. Her mood was immediately lifted. Maybe her crush wasn't as small as she thought.

16. Corey Graves

Corey laughed when he came out of the bedroom and seen her all set up. "Thought these were just casual photos, Lily?" He asked knowingly. He knew there really was no such thing for the photographer. She had a keen eye, and things had to be perfect. "The lighting was weird in my first test shot. One light wasn't enough so I had to bring out both of them. Then later we can do one with the Christmas lights instead. Those should be real good." The woman told him before looking up at him. "You are the most stunning man I've ever laid eyes on." The woman complimented with a smile. "Easy, tiger. I think you wanted to take some Christmas pictures. After that I'm all yours." His words made her blush but she nodded nonetheless. "Sit down, Graves."

17. Jeff Hardy

Addison looked over the bed carefully. She would not fail at keeping her annual Nerf fight winning streak. This would be her third win. In that instant she narrowly escaped a foam bullet to the face. "Looks like you've pinned yourself down, darling." Jeff said from their bedroom doorway. He sounded so smug. "You sure about that?" She asked innocently. The tone only made him more suspicious. "You're either losing because you try to crawl under the bed, or because you jump out of a second story window. Either way I'll get you before you get too far." The words made her snort. "You would shoot me as I flung myself out of the window?" She asked with a laugh. She couldn't see him but she knew that he had shrugged. Addie took his silence as her sign to put her plan in place. While he was leaning down to get her from under the bed, she jumped up and shot him in the back. "I win!"

18. Joe Hendry

Daisy looked over when she heard the door open. "Hello, beauty." Joe greeted as he entered their flat. He took a moment to put away the groceries before he laid down beside on the ground. "Why are we on the floor today?" He asked with a smile. He knew she only did this when she'd done something really ridiculous. "I wrapped everyone's gifts... Without stopping to write down who's was what." She answered before covering her face with his hands. It took everything in him not to burst out laughing right there. She was obviously embarrassed, and he didn't want to make it worse, but it was hilarious. In fact he gave it a week before she was telling everyone about it. "I'll go unwrap it all for you. I'll even wrap them all over again. All you have to do is write out the tag." The Scottish man offered. He seen her nod minutely before he stood up. He knew she'd hidden his gifts weeks before. "Come on, love. We'll have it all sorted in no time."

19. Baron Corbin (takes place around NXT era)

Abigail always loved Christmas night. The stress of the morning was gone, and it gave way to comfort. She was curled up on the couch with Baron, Friday the 13th playing on the tv. Absently one hand was scratching his scalp while the other held one of his. It was definitely a unique Christmas, but she loved it. There was no place she'd rather be then in his arms on their couch. Feeling his eyes on her made her look up, smile on her face. "I love you, Abby." Baron said quietly. "I love you too. More than you know." She replied easily. She knew that this was it for her. She was fine with that. She untangled her hand from his hair and kissed his cheek. "Nowhere else for me in the world but right here." The woman told him before turning her attention back to the tv.

20. Marty Scurll

"You fucking numpty!" Marty heard Luna yell as soon as he opened the door. His eyes widened as he sat down the bags in his hand. Had his hell trip to the mall not been long enough? He moved to leave when she appeared in the living room. "Not you. Don't even think about walking back out of that door." Luna told him pointedly before grabbing one of the spare tape rolls. "'Wrap them together so she doesn't know what it is, Luna.' God, what a fucking dumbass." She mocked herself before she went back into their bedroom. Without being told he picked the bags back up and followed her. She was stubborn, but he could tell that she needed help whether she liked it or not. What was on the bed could only be described as a wrapping nightmare. Though the three small boxes were covered, the paper was wrinkled and there was enough tape to make another box. "Hey there, love. Need some help with that?" He asked quietly. She'd either give in or stabbing him with the scissors sitting next to her. Her eyes went between him and the present a few times. "Is it that bad?" She asked in defeat. When he didn't immediately answer she pushed it towards him. "Be my guest, Marty. Be my guest." She told him before flopping onto her pillow.

21. Matt Jackson (I don't have a name for his OC yet. 🤦🤷😂)

Her eyes shined as she looked at the tree. It was her favorite holiday, and it was the first one she was having with him. Matt kissed her temple before he gently turned her around. "You are the epitome of beauty and Christmas cheer, but if you look at the tree anymore you're going to go blind. That or the tree's catching on fire. Now, I don't know about you but to me those sound like horrible ways to spend the rest of Christmas Eve. So I'll make us some hot chocolate and you can pick what movie we watch." His offer made her laugh. "You're going to regret that, but I'll take you up on that offer." She told him before kissing his cheek and sitting on the couch. "Babe, the only regrets I have are some of the stupid things I've done in the ring. I'm pretty sure that whatever you choose won't be as bad as jumping off a ladder." He seen her think it over before she nodded. "If you say so. Hurry up so I can surprise you. I have the perfect movie in mind." Matt playfully rolled his eyes before he went to the kitchen.

22. Jack Gallagher

Genevieve sat back as she looked at the gifts. She'd chosen to spend Christmas with Jack instead of fighting to get cross country. Judging by the way she was feeling it was the right choice. She didn't understand why he'd been so nervous the night prior. He'd gotten her everything she wanted. Even things that were cute and practical like the travel fridge that would keep her energy drinks cold at work. Most people seen the title makeup artist and just shrugged it off and got her cosmetics. But he knew how picky she was. He knew that she didn't want to think about work while she was relaxing. "Thank you, Jack. It's perfect. All of it is perfect." She whispered. When she looked up she seen him smiling so wide that it looked painful. "I'm glad that you like it all." He told her with a quiet laugh. Maybe he was being silly and maybe he had overdone it. He just wanted a way to tell her thanks. They'd become closer since she moved in. Maybe they weren't together, but he knew now more than ever that he loved her. She'd become his confidant. He didn't have time to finish thinking before her lips were on his.

23. Zack Sabre Jr

Lyla texted her sister and Marty before she snuck out of bed. Zack was still out cold, and she was okay with that for the time being. It gave her a chance to make a quick breakfast before they opened gifts and went on with the Christmas festivities. It didn't take long for her boyfriend to wake up once he smelled the food. "Merry Christmas, babe." He called as he exited their room. "Merry Christmas, Zack. I see Santa decided that even the naughty one got gifts this year." The woman joked as she turned off the stove. "You can't say much. I watched you break a bat on somebody." Before she could correct him his lips were on hers. She rolled her eyes when they parted but still let it slide. "Keep that up and I'm taking some back." Lyla chided before she sat down on the floor with her plate. "You wouldn't dare."

24. Adam Cole (Set in the If You Were Smart/ If You Cared universe! (Look y'all idk what the fuck is going on there but the idea wouldn't leave))

She didn't know what made her do it. Yet when Adam sent her flight info and a plane ticket she couldn't find it in her to say no. Things had been tense, to say the very least. She'd barely actually spoken to him since he said he wanted to be there. They texted sporadically, but were still basically strangers. He promised her she just had to stop by and then she could leave. No strings attached. He just wanted to give her a gift. That's how she found herself nervously knocking on an apartment door. Almost immediately he pulled the door open and greeted her with a bright smile. Clad in a tee shirt and jeans with his hair tossed into a bun she was able to appreciate how handsome he was. Not just in the roguish way she seen him the night their lives changed, but overall. That damned smirk was replaced with a real smile. It took her a second to snap out of it. "Hi." She said quietly, blush rising up her neck. She felt stupid. She watched his eyes scan her midsection before he cocked his head. With a roll of her eyes she pulled her hoodie and shirt up just past her stomach. "Still small and barely noticeable." The woman deadpanned. The few people who knew all had the same reaction. She acted annoyed, but in reality it warmed her heart. They wanted to know about her little one. Without thinking one of Adam's hands were on the small bulge. "Noticeable to the people who look." He whispered quietly. As if he was snapping out of a daydream he pulled his hand away. "Sorry. Come in, princess." He told her after clearing his throat. She only nodded as she passes by him. It was one of the few moments he actually let himself show his feelings on the situation. He played it cool but she could see the awe in his eyes. The man was starting to warm up to the idea of being a dad. "I can't offer you a drink... So... Do you want something to eat?" He asked with a small laugh once the door was shut.

25. Joey Ryan (He was the first one that popped up when I opened Instagram 🤷😂)

Joey took a deep breath before he approached her. It was now or never. Christmas was just around the corner. They weren't extremely close but he considered a friend. They worked at plenty of shows over the last two years. "What's up, Joey?" The woman asked when the man approached her. She knew by the look on his face that he had a plan. "Nobody should be alone on Christmas. Come to my place and hang out." His forwardness took her by surprise. "Excuse me?" She finally sputtered out after a few seconds. "Nothing like that, kid! I just... I don't know. I figured you didn't want to be alone. You've already said you aren't doing anything. Just swing by and we'll watch TV or something. It's totally up to you. You don't even have to get me anything." The man tried to explain with a shrug. After a few seconds she nodded her head. "Thank you, Joey. I'll be there."

[we-killed-parker]

Number 7 from the new prompts list for Sami jo/Autumn? Ahhh ily💛

7. “Your WiFi password is ‘depression’?”   Sami Jo/Autumn

Oh geez, as much as I love Sami Jo, I feel like I don’t know her personality at all! Another long-ish one, I wanted to go a little more domestic with this one, but it’s still pre-relationshippy. And GTA au again!

Thanks for the prompt and I love you too, my friend!

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Sami Jo was still flying high on adrenaline when her and the guys came bursting back into the office. All the long nights of planning over the past week had made their heist a huge success with only a couple minor hiccups that were easily remedied on the fly. Steven had been grazed by a bullet on the arm, but as long as someone else didn’t murder him for his complaining too much, he would be just fine.

“Autumn! We did it, that was so great and we couldn’t have done it without you, girl!” Sami Jo threw her arms around Autumn’s neck from behind, hugging her tightly.

Autumn had stayed in the office being their eyes and ears through the security systems and radio scanner and had been able to warn them just in time when the cops were coming, maximizing the score they were able to grab while still being able to get away.

Autumn gave a way less enthused “yay”, patting the arms around her neck with her hand. She’d already been awake for the past 38 hours getting everything set and having people breathing down her neck while doing it, so she was exhausted and could really do with a 12 hour nap. Even on her best of days she usually needed a snooze, but while a few of the others had managed to get a few hours sleep before the heist, she’d been stuck trying to get through one last firewall.

Sami Jo frowned at her lack of enthusiasm. “You ok? You don’t look so great right now. I mean, you’re beautiful, but you look like something’s wrong.”

Autumn felt her face flush and she looked down, fidgeting with the zipper pull on her oversized hoodie that hung open. “Uh, I’m just really tired I guess. It’s been a long night. And day. And week. I just need to sleep.”

“Do you want to have a nap on the couch?” Sami Jo asked, already pulling her towards it by her sleeve. Turning to the couch they found it already occupied by James with Cib laying on top of him. Cib was already clearly sound asleep and James, having heard their conversation, gave an apologetic look.

“You know, I’d rather go home anyways, I can sleep longer there. I’ve spent enough nights  sleeping on that thing this week to last a lifetime.” Autumn said. She grabbed her bag from her desk and headed for the door, yawning loudly. She could feel her eyes watering from the yawn, which was probably not the safest for driving.

Sami Jo apparently noticed as well and immediately tssked, snatching Autumn’s keys out of her hand. “There is no way you are driving yourself home in this state, you’re going to get yourself or someone else killed, which would be rather unfortunate now that we have all this money to divvy up.” She twirled the keyring around her finger as she pushed the door open with her back and held it open for Autumn, who gratefully nodded and stepped through.

Sami Jo chattered on about some of her personal highlights from the heist as they walked down to Autumn’s car, Autumn only half listening. She had sorta been there anyways by watching through the cameras and being in audio contact with the whole team, so it wasn’t exactly news to her, but hearing Sami Jo talk so cheerfully was really nice.

Once they were in the car Sami Jo turned to her. “I’ve never actually been to your house, so you’ll have to give me directions. Sorry, no snoozing on the way home.”

Autumn nodded and directed her which way out of the parking lot. The drive home was filled with chatter from Sami Jo interspersed with directions to turn left or right from Autumn. Once again Autumn found herself really enjoying just listening to Sami Jo talk. It was late, or early, depending on one’s perspective and the streets were empty of traffic.

It seemed like no time at all until they arrived at Autumn’s apartment, opening the door and flicking on the light. Having Sami Jo right behind her as she walked in made her suddenly really aware of the mess she had left it in, the sink full of dishes and a pile of laundry on the couch.

“Sorry, it’s a mess in here.”

“Oh who cares, it’s your place and it’s lived in, it doesn’t have to be perfect.” Sami Jo walked right in, making herself at home right away. “Plus you’ve been busy lately, it’s totally understandable.”

Autumn appreciated that at least, but she still felt like she should at least try to look like she was cleaning if Sami Jo was going to be sticking around.

As she picked a bowl out of the sink to rinse her stomach loudly growled. Sami Jo had been looking around the small living room but whipped her head around at the noise, suddenly looking like a protective mama bird. “When was the last time you ate?”

Autumn had to seriously consider that. They’d had pizza at the office for dinner the night before, but asides from that, she couldn’t remember. “Uh, pizza?”

Sami Jo’s eyes narrowed at her in a stern look. “Looks like we’re making supper before you go to bed then.” She marched into the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was pretty empty asides from some condiments, a half an onion, and a jug of soy milk.

“Like you said, I’ve been busy,” Autumn said, flinching at how bare her fridge was. First thing she was going to do once she got her share of the heist money was go get some food to make a decent meal.

“What about your pantry? I know this website where we can put in the ingredients you have and it gives us some recipes we could make with what we have.” Sami Jo pulled out her phone. “Do you have wifi I could connect to? I don’t have a lot of data.”

Autumn nodded and plucked a sticky note off of the fridge and handed it to her. “Here’s the password.”

Sami Jo peered at it. “Your wifi password is ‘depression’?” She looked up at Autumn with concern in her eyes, but Autumn just shrugged and opened the cupboards to look for food. They were just as bare.

“Alright, well which network is it?”

“The network and password form together like a sentence.” Autumn mumbled.

Sami Jo scrolled through the list of nearby networks, trying to piece it all together. “Is it… Eat My Ass, Depression?”

Autumn turned away from the cupboard with a half empty box of cereal in her hand and winked at Sami Jo.

“Well, I guess that’s a good attitude to have about it.”

They wound up eating cereal on the living room floor at 3 AM instead of using the website Sami Jo had mentioned, which was for the better since there was no prep work and took only a few minutes to eat.

Within ten minutes Autumn was yawning while heading for her room, bouncing off the wall when she stumbled and only just being caught by Sami Jo before she stumbled into the other side of the hallway.

“Yeah, you definitely need to go to bed, girl.”

Autumn could only yawn in agreement. She flopped onto her mattress and vaguely felt Sami Jo toss the quilt over her shoulders and quietly turn to the door. Autumn stuck her hand out and tried to hook her finger on the hem of her shorts but only managed to swipe her hand down Sami Jo’s smooth legs in her sleep deprived state. “No, stay,” she tried to mumble. Sami Jo paused.

“You want me to stay with you?”

“Yeah. I.. I sleep better when someones nearby.” Autumn muttered into her pillow. She wasn’t sure if Sami Jo even understood what she said, but a moment later she could feel her settling into the bed behind her, tugging the blanket up around her shoulders again.

Just before she drifted off to sleep she heard Sami Jo say, “I’ll stay as long as you want me to, beautiful.”

[kinkywwefantasies]

Still The King

Pairing: Reader X Neville Rating: Explicit Length: 3.8k, long Neville said nothing for a very long time. Usually after big shows he was very chatty, but he usually retained his championship. Everyone was giving him a wide berth and sending him conciliatory looks. As if to say, "sorry" or "it happens" or "you'll win it back", but without the chance of getting their head bitten off by the Englishman. You sat next to him on the bus partly because he was a friend, and partly because it was one of the only seats left open. No one wanted to sit by the defeated king. To you, he seemed okay. He said hello when you sat down. He was showered and cleaned up. He was crushing candy on his phone. He was just a little quieter than usual. His temper was notorious in the locker room, and if he were going to lose it, tonight was certainly the occasion.

You sat next to him in the relative silence of the bus as you all waited to leave. It seemed the bus was almost full. Just waiting for one or two more people... oh God, oh no... Enzo. The bus was waiting for Enzo. "Hey, Nev," you said, seeing that Neville was sitting on the aisle seat. Too much access to Enzo if that was indeed who you were waiting for. "Can we switch seats? I drank a half gallon of water back stage. I'm gonna have to pee a lot." "Oh, sure," he said congenially. He even smiled. You were beginning to think he lost his mind with the title. Like he had snapped but wasn't showing obvious signs yet. "Hey, have you listened to this podcast? Is it worth downloading?" He asked, showing you his phone. "Are you okay?" You blurted, catching the attention of Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. They were paying close attention to Neville as well. "Yeah," he chuckled. You saw Rollins and Reigns exchange a concerned look from the corner of your eye. "I-" Neville noticed the other two watching your conversation and lowered his voice to talk to you alone. "I'm actually feeling pretty good." "Have you lost your mind?!" You hissed, becoming angry just out of confusion. "No. I finally figured some things out." He said. You went over his words again, thinking you'd misheard his Jordy accent. "Look, I'll tell you more about it when there aren't so many prying ears around." He said looking directly at Reigns. "Y/n," Reigns said. You looked at him, still slack jawed and wide eyed. "You okay?" "Yeah, Roman... thanks for asking." You said, sitting back in your chair. "I'm just fine." You put your ear buds in and just stared at the chair in from of you for the next half-hour. Enzo boarded, the bus started moving, and everything was relatively normal. Then you realized Neville kept looking at you. You could feel Neville's gaze on you here and there through the ride. At first, you thought he was trying to gauge your reaction, but he continued to look at you. You adjusted in your seat nervously. The man next to you had clearly lost his mind, and now his attention seemed to be locked on you. He would go back to looking out the window for a while, but his gaze always found its way back. Then he tapped you. You took out your ear buds and looked at him. It seemed like whatever he was going to say got caught in his throat when you turned to him. In the moment, all he could do was look at you. "Were you... going to..." you said, realizing the way he was looking at you. The way his eyes moved over your features. The way his eyes lingered on your lips. "Say something?"

"Do you care if I'm the champion?" He asked seriously. "Of course I don't," you said honestly. "I only care that you're happy. You're my friend, Nev." "Could I ever be more than that to you? More than a friend?" He whispered, looking over to Reigns and Rollins to make sure they weren't listening. "Like... like your girlfriend?" You asked, feeling a blush come over your face. Until tonight, you hadn't even known he was interested, but the more you thought about it, the more things started making sense. The way he smiled at you, how the seat next to him was always open for you, how he texted you goodnight and good morning... how had you missed it? How had you not seen the obvious? The more you thought about it, the more you liked the idea of you and Neville. He was attractive, strong willed, passionate... "Sure, like a girlfriend," he said. You could see he was breathing hard and his eyes couldn't stop moving. His fingers fidgeted on his arm rest. He was nervous as hell over this question. It almost made you smile, but you didn't want Neville to think you were mocking him. You would never do that. Well, not in a serious way. "Well... What do you think?" He asked, as you took too long to answer. He took your hand in his and you looked down to where your fingers had automatically wrapped around his. "I mean, yes? But, it's..." he was staring at your lips again. "A new idea..." he leaned closer to you. "For me." You closed your eyes as Neville was about to kiss you when you were interrupted. "Hey! Here we are! Ontario, California! Man, I love to be in Cali. Am I right?!" Enzo was already standing to get off the bus and basically screaming as everyone around him slept or had private moments.

"Shut up, Enzo," Reigns grumbled from his seat across the aisle. "What!? I'm not allowed to be excited? I'm the new champ! Look at this belt!" Enzo said, waving the Cruiserweight title in your direction. You looked to Neville as his hand tightened on yours. His jaw was set hard and you could see his anger building. "Dude, Enzo, seriously. Shut your big mouth. You're being extremely disrespectful." Rollins added to Reigns' objection as he kept an eye on Neville. "What?! I'm just happy! Can't a guy be happy about a title win?" Enzo's stupid smiling face was floating over your seat now. Neville was locked on him like a sniper. "I mean, it's ugly right now, but I'm gonna fix it up." Neville let go of your hand and you could feel how coiled he was becoming. Ready to snap. "Enzo, enough!" You said, losing your temper before Neville did. You stood from your seat and put one foot toward him. "You won. Don't rub it in." The grinning Jersey boy turned to you, and wagged the title at you. "What are ya gonna do? What are /you/ gonna do if I keep talking about these, uh, see these right here?" He asked, pointing to Neville's side-plates, "These hideous side-plates?" He antagonized you both. "What are ya gonna do, y/n?"

"I will punch you in the face," you hissed. "Sit down, y/n," Rollins advised. "And Enzo, you should listen for once." "Oh no! I'm scared." Enzo mocked as he collected his things and headed toward the front of the bus. No one else had moved they were watching this play out. "The tough little girl is gonna hit me!" "I'm serious," you growled. "Listen to the woman," Reigns advised. "I'm not worried, Romie. She probably only hits as hard Neville, and that wasn't a problem for me, was it?" That was it. You were done. You marched straight up to Enzo. A chorus of "don't" and "stop" followed you down the aisle of the bus with a few "get him"s thrown in. "Wait-!" Was all Enzo said before you popped him good. Right in the mouth. Your fist screamed in pain, but it felt so good to hit him that it didn't matter. And the way his head flew back, his horribly bleached hair following in glorious fashion, was a memory you'd cherish. "Y/n!" Neville was behind you, grabbing your waist just a second too late. "Fuck! My lip!" Enzo cried from the floor of the bus. There were some cautious giggles and a few full out laughs. And lots of clapping. "Told ya ta listen, dumbass," Reigns said from behind you. "This is all your fault at this point. She said she would hit you, and you kept going." "Whatever." Enzo grumbled as he stood up. "I got a title to improve." He spit then left to a chorus of boos. Reigns, Rollins, Neville and you were the only people that had moved. Nev was still holding your waist. You turned to him. "I can't believe you hit him for me," Neville said. You put your hands on his shoulders and gazed in his eyes, barely aware that the whole bus was watching you. "That's what girlfriends do," you told him before leaning up to kiss him. And holy cow, did he kiss you back. "Aw!" You heard Bayley squee from beside you. You also heard a "get it girl!" from Nia. When you opened your eyes again you saw Reigns, Rollins and the rest grinning and clapping. "Guess I'm a crowd favorite tonight," you whispered to Neville as you hugged. He laughed. "Always been my favorite," he said. "Sorry you lost to that jackass," you replied. "Let me make it up to you." "Yes, please," he chuckled. "And let's get some ice on that hand." "Yeah... ow."

***

Just as you and Neville had finally pushed Sami out of the hotel room to go stay with your roommate, some one knocked on the door. You thought it would be Sami to recount the whole ordeal again, and tell you and Neville how you two were a cute couple again, and how he was happy to stay some where else, but it was someone from HR. "Miss y/l/n?" He asked. "Yes," you said, knowing what this was about. Someone with a big mouth told on you. "I'm here to discuss the incident that happened on the bus earlier," he said. "Is it true that Enzo Amore provoked you into a physical response?" "He was antagonizing her," Neville said, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side. "Yes, that's what I've heard," he said. "Mr. Reigns said you gave fair warning to Mr. Amore, but what you did still counts as assault." He said, looking down his nose at you. You felt yourself curl into Neville in shame. You knew you shouldn't feel bad about what you did, but his attitude made you shameful. "Look, can this wait until tomorrow?" Neville asked, stroking his thumb over your side to comfort you. "Well, I'm just here to tell you Mr. Amore won't be seeking your suspension or termination. This is an official warning. If it happens again, you will be fired." He said. "Have a good evening." And then he was gone. "Woah," you said, looking to Neville. "Why would Amore let me off the hook like that?" "He knows if he didn't, I'd beat his ass," Neville shrugged like the answer was obvious.

"Oh really?" You smiled at him. His serious face broke and you realized he was joking. You pushed him back into the room until he was backed up to the bed. Giving him a gentle shove, he fell back onto the mattress. "Yes," he breathed, looking up at you as you crawled over him. "Maybe he's scared of me," you said, ghosting your lips over Neville's cheek all the way to his ear. "I /am/ the one who hit him." "You did," he said, moving your hair off your neck, placing gentle kisses on your skin. "And it was very sexy," he whispered to you, making you shiver. "You're sexy anyways, but that was especially hot." "Mmm," you hummed in appreciation of his words, "why was that so sexy?" "You're a passionate woman," he said, before rolling both of you over. You gasped as he found purchase on top of you. He had expertly maneuvered between your legs. "I intend to bring that passion out."

"Please do," you sighed as he started kissing your neck again. His lips found the perfect spots to cling, lick, and bite. One of his hands in your hair. The other on your side. Your body needed more attention than that, so you took his hand from your side and placed it over your breast. "Fuck," he cursed. Then his lips attached to yours, pressing insistently so they would open. He slid his tongue between your lips and you moaned, arching into him. "Jesus, y/n, you've no idea how much I've dreamed of this." "I don't," you replied, taking a handful of his shirt in an attempt to get closer to him. Your other hand was wandering down his back when you came across the dimples in his lower back. "Christ," you said before you could stop yourself. You'd never been with a man as fit as Neville, and your genuine reaction had been to curse. Neville chuckled. "You like those?" You smiled and blushed, turning your face to the side. "Yes." You said, running your fingers over the definition in his back. "Oh, then you'll like this," he smiled, pulling his shirt over his head. He revealed his gorgeously sculpted torso and your mouth watered. You pushed him back so he would sit up. Then you began kissing his chest. He chuckled at that, so you gave him a playful bite. That earned you a moan, and you smiled. "You like pain?" You asked, giving a nip at the top of his abs.

"Not usually," he groaned. "I like the way you do that, though." You continued down his body at a slow pace, and he breathed harder as you got closer to his waistband. "That's enough," he huffed as he pushed you back down. His hands moved to your shirt and pulled it over your head. Then to your jeans. Your bra and panties didn't match, but it didn't matter a single bit. "You're gorgeous." "Aw," you said. "Thank you." "No, thank you... for sharing yourself with me. I've wanted you so long. Since I first saw you, actually." He said, planting kisses on your tummy as he reached under you to unhook your bra. "The first day you showed up at WWE, I thought I was seeing an angel." "Aw, Nev," you giggled. "You're making me blush." "I know," he smiled, caressing your face. He kissed both of your cheeks, then your nose, and then your lips. "I just needed something to push me to finally say how I felt." He confessed. "Like... losing your title?" You asked, holding his face so he would look you in the eye. "Yeah, kind of. I take a lot of self worth from work, and I know that's bad. I need to focus on my personal life, too. So when I lost something professionally, I wanted to gain something personally or else..." "You'd go crazy," you finished for him. He nodded. "So, am I like, a consolation prize?" "No!" He said, holding you closer. "Not at all. I just needed the push. I just needed a good enough reason to go for it. I was... scared to say something. You could have said no, and I would have lived with it. If you turned me down, well, it was already a bad day anyway." "So, I'm...?" You didn't know what to make of that.

"You're more treasured than any material object in the world," he said, kissing your nose. "More than the Universal Title?" You asked. "Definitely," he said, finally pulling your bra off. His facial hair tickled the sensitive skin of your breasts as he placed kisses on them. You arched into his attention. "The Crown Jewels?" You moaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple. "God, more treasured than that." "The Hope Diamond?" You asked as his fingertips slid under the elastic of your panties. "Garbage compared to you," he said. His lips connected with yours again as his fingers found your core. He knew just where to touch to make you gasp and moan. "Fuck that feels good," you moaned, and he responded by pressing his erection to your thigh. His fingers worked magic as he rubbed against your thigh for his own relief. "Oh, stop!" You cried. "Not yet." "Stop what?" He asked, freezing in place. His fingers still making contact with your dripping core. "I want to come with you inside me," you sighed. "Not right now." "You can do both," he whispered, fingers twitching and making you shiver. "Plus, I want you soaking wet when I take you." You mewled helplessly at his words. He moved his fingers again and your whole body jolted. "Is this okay?" He asked.

"Yes," you gasped. "Yes! Keep going, Nev. Yes." Your whole body shook as you came to Neville's soft touches. He kissed your temple as your relaxed beneath him. You could barely move in your blissful state as he pulled your panties off, leaving you completely exposed to him. "God, you're so beautiful," he said in awe of you. He undressed all the way as well and laid beside you. "I can't believe you're here... that this is happening." You rolled on your side and smiled at him. "Believe it." You kissed him quickly as he rolled you on to your back. "Ready?" He asked. His chest heaved with barely contained excitement. His pulse pounded under your finger tips. His pupils were blown wide. Making him wait any longer would be torture, so you replied quickly. "Ready," you said. He leaned down to kiss you as he pushed his hips forward. You reached between the two of you to help guide him in. He was the perfect size. A little longer than most but not too wide. Neville went slow, letting you enjoy the sensation of being filled with him before fucking you in earnest. It felt incredible. You were slick enough to avoid tears even though it had been a grip since you had sex. Your pulse pounded in your chest as you listened to his groans of pleasure, gripping his shoulders, his arms, his ass, just to feel more of him. He kissed the side of your face as he went deeper and deeper finally bottoming out. You moaned in desire as you felt him fully seated in you, and he rested there for just a moment. "You feel like heaven," he sighed, running a hand through your hair, bringing your face to his for a deep kiss. "You feel amazing," you moaned, pushing your hips up toward his to get some friction. That was enough to get him to thrust again. It felt like he was made for you as his dick slid over your g-spot again and again. "Nev! That's perfect!" "You like that?" He asked, speeding up. "Yes!" You said, gripping his shoulders harder as you got closer to release. "That's it!" "No, no," he said, pulling out of you. "Not yet." "Nev!! Please!" You cried as he rolled on to his back next to you. "You want it? Come work for it," he grinned, patting his thigh. He was beckoning you to climb on top. You obliged Neville and started riding him. If you thought it felt good when he was on top, then this felt amazing. "Yeah, baby," he encouraged. "Ride me like that."

You put your hands on his spectacular chest and closed your eyes as his hands fondled your breasts. He occasionally let out a stuttered sigh, sounding completely lost in pleasure. You looked down to see him looking up at you. A blush high on his cheek bones, eyes glazed over, and locked on you. It was intense. His hands moved to your hips as you chased your own pleasure, giving him just as much in return. "I'm close, Nev," you moaned, grinding even a little more. God, it felt good. "Come, baby," he told you. "Come for me." "Uh! Yes," you cried. "Baby, it feels so good." You said, leaning your body flush to his. "You feel so good." "Jesus, so do you," he said, thrusting up into you as well. You began shaking, twitching, as you got closer, and he could feel it. "Yes, go on." He said, gripping your hips harder. "Ah! Neville!" You screamed, falling over the edge. Your insides squeezed him as you came hard around his perfect cock.

"Oh God," he said, rolling the two of you over quickly. He began slamming into you, prolonging your orgasm and racing toward his own release. He groaned deeply as he pumped into you a few more times, and then stilled over you. He took heaving breaths as he held you close. "Oh my God, Neville," you said, running your hand through his hair. "Oh my God." "I know," he sighed, holding the back of your head to cradle you to his chest. "That was amazing." You pushed him back a bit, and he settled beside you. He didn't take his eyes off you for a second. You continued to comb your hand through his hair, lingering around his temples. "You're still a king," you whispered to him. "Title or not." He smiled. "You think so?" "Absolutely," you said, propping up on your elbows for a kiss. His hand slid into your hairline as he kissed you back, slowly and passionately. "How's your hand?" He asked. "Oh, I forgot about it, so it can't be that bad," you smiled at him sleepily. Coming so hard, and twice at that, drained your energy in an inviting way. "Good," he said, pecking your lips and then standing up from the bed. You made a small noise of disappointment. He smiled at that. "Sorry, I want to wash up a bit."

"I want to cuddle," you moaned, smiling back. You knew he'd be right back, but you just didn't want to be separated from him right now. "We will," he said, putting a knee on the bed to lean over and kiss you again. He went to the bathroom and the shower turned on. You snuggled into the hotel mattress. Mind becoming foggy. Then a thought crossed your mind, and Neville came back. "Are you a good guy now? In the ring?" You asked. "Oh... I suppose?" He said, sliding under the covers wth you. Washed up but still naked. You noticed he brought you a warm wash cloth, and smiled in gratitude. "Yes, I should think so." "A good guy with a temper," you giggled, subtly cleaning up, and tossing the wash cloth. "I dig it." "A righteous king," he said, pulling you to his side. "And you shall be my princess."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," you sighed, breathing in his scent as you rested your head on his chest. "I rather like it too," he purred, looking very sleepy himself. "Get some rest, princess. Tomorrow is going to be a big day." "Yes, sir," you purred. "Oh, now /I/ like the sound of that." He chuckled tiredly. "We will definitely explore that later." "Promise?" You said, curling into him further. "Absolutely."

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DIVE Part 4

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I stood in front of the door, feeling like I forgot how hands worked. I had been standing here for 10 minutes, and still hadn't knocked on Seth's door.

How could he think what he did was justifiable? There is no way. I began to walk away from the door, when I saw Sami coming out of his room.

"Ella! How've you been? Good?" Sami asked happily.

I smiled hugging him, "Yes! I've missed you though, how are things?"

"You know, ever changing, but always good." Sami's eyes drifted to my bump. "Are congratulations in order?"

I nodded, "Well then congrats, Ella! This is a surprise, but baby's are blessings after all."

I heard the click of the door behind me open. I turned to see Seth step half of his body into the hallway and keep his eyes locked on Sami and I.

"Sami, I don't wanna keep you..." I murmured.

He glanced over my shoulder, and made the connection. "Of course, Of course! Have a good night--see you soon!"

Sami headed for the elevator as I spun around. "Hey, Els."

I smiled softly, the universe was really testing me tonight..."Hey, let's go inside, I don't want to wake anyone up."

He nodded and moved to the side, giving me space to walk in.  I instantly walked to his bed and sat down, leaning against his pillows.

"Feeling okay?" Seth asked genuinely.

I rubbed my legs, "I'm just so tired, and the travel isn't helping the swelling. Everything hurts and I'm blowing up like a fucking balloon."

He let out a soft chuckle, "Please, you look beautiful. But I am sorry you're in pain, anything I can do?"

I shook my head, "Nah, It will go away once I get a good night's sleep." I leaned my head back closing my eyes momentarily.

"Well that's good. Did you like your flowers?" Seth asked almost sounding nervous. "Of course I did, you know white tulips are my favorite." The fact that he remembered it actually shocked me a little bit.

He smiled ear to ear, sitting down in front of me on the bed. "I'm glad I didn't forget that one...I take it you read the note?"

I opened my eyes, and picked my head up off the pillow. "I did." I scooted forward, adjusting the pillows so they were supporting my back.  "I'm a little offended that you think you have a right to justify--"

"I'm not trying to justify it. I cheated on you, and no matter what I say or do I can never take that back. I wish I could, Ella, every fucking day." He spoke like he was frustrated with himself, but I could see the sadness on his face.

I crossed my arms as best I could, "Why am I here then? Why did you write that note?"

He sighed, "I don't know, Els. I just wanted to tell you why I did what I did. I need to get it off my chest and maybe it will ease your mind a little too, I know that sounds bad, but I don't know how else to word it."

I rolled my eyes, "Well go ahead then, you have my attention." I folded my hands over my stomach and rested them there.

He rubbed his palms together. "Okay I just wanna start off by saying despite what it may have looked like, I didn't enjoy what I was doing."

I internally groaned, I promised myself I'd let him finish. "The bitch you saw me with was Marissa Malone from that stupid trash site, WrestleWrecks or something."

I nodded, before connecting some of the dots in my memory.  I couldn't stop the look of disgust from creeping its way onto my face, "Oh my God, Seth...she's the cunt that leaked Paige's sex tapes! All those photos! How coul--"

He put his hand up, "Please Els, just--please." He continued, "Well for months she would show up to every show, every live event, and just watch you. She'd watch you, me, and anyone she thought had a skeleton or two in their closet."

I scoffed, "And you thought you could solve that by putting your dick inside her?"

Seth sighed, "Please let me finish?"

My emotions were getting the better of me, and I was regretting coming here. I don't know how much more of this story I can take.

"It was one Monday, after Raw. You had left with Nia 'cause she was new and didn't want to drive alone. I was waiting in the lot for Dean to come out when Marissa walked up to me."

Seth began to recount that night to me from his point of view...

---

"Hey Seth...beautiful night, isn't it?" Marissa was dressed in a tight black dress that barely went to the middle of her thigh.

Seth sighed, "Was about 30 seconds ago...what do you want?"

"Seth, I don't know why you're so frustrated, not getting any lately? Is that why Ella sped off so quickly without you?"

She held a tape recorder against her breasts, Seth bent his head down to it, "Uhhh no...fuck off."

Seth moved to walk away, but she called after him, "I'm not so sure Ella would be happy knowing you personally gave me these photos and videos for the website..."

Seth turned around to her, anger spreading across his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Marissa slid her perfectly manicured finger across the screen of her phone. Seth's eyes were greeted with photos of Ella. Naked photos. She scrolled more, and pressed play on one of the videos that popped up. It was Ella giving Seth some head, then there was the lap dance she gave him, along with more nudes.

"How the fuck did you get those..." Seth damn near growled. He knew since Paige's iCloud was hacked, Ella felt uncomfortable with them being on there so she deleted them. The only evidence of those were on Seth's personal phone.

A pure evil smile spread across her overly-made up face. "How did I get them? Why you sent them to me, from your very own phone...see?" She turned her phone to show him the sender and it indeed was his number at the top of the screen.

With trembling hands, Seth pulled out his phone and saw that he had a thread of sent photos and videos to what he assumed was Marissa's number.

"You did this didn't you? What, did you fucking steal my phone from the locker room? Did you pay someone to do it?" Seth was shaking with anger.

She laughed sarcastically, "Sethy now come on, you know I can't tell you that! But just some advice? I'd start making sure your locker was locked from now on..." She finished with a wink.

"You can go fuck yourself..." He sneered. "You know I'll sue you right? I'll make sure you're fucking destroyed."

She laughed, "Seth do you know how many lawsuits people have tried to put against me? Guess how many I've lost?" Marissa held up a '0' with her fingers.

Seth groaned, "What do you want? How the fuck can I make this go away."

"Oh Sethy, this is too good to get rid of I'm afraid. I just wanted you to be the first to know what was coming. I would have told Ella myself but she left so quickly."

Seth took another step towards her, "You leave her alone."

"I will! I don't need her anyways, I have what I need. My followers are going to go nuts..." Marissa began to walk away, strutting towards the car.

"Please." He begged, "I'll do anything, anything to keep you from doing this to her."

She froze in her tracks, "Anything?" she questioned. Seth nodded as she walked back to him. Marissa through her hand on his shoulder and ran it down his chest, playing with the zipper on his jacket.

She rolled her red-painted lips together before she spoke, "I know just the thing."

---

As Seth spoke, I felt like I was going to throw up. How could a person be so vile and so cruel?

"Basically she told me if I slept with her, she would delete the messages and any backups that she had. I did it at our home so I could make sure I would have control over the environment and that there wouldn't be any planted cameras or some shit like that. She was supposed to show up right after you left that morning, but of course she was late. Part of me thinks that was on purpose too, I don't know."

I squeezed my eyes through the stinging tears. "I-I don't know what to say..." I sobbed.

Seth's eyes softened at the sight of my tears, "Oh, baby please don't cry. You don't need to say anything."

Baby. I didn't even object when I heard it. It was so comforting. Seth moved up next to me and held me as I cried. "Ella I'm sorry, I really was just trying to protect you. I didn't think it through--all I wanted was to stop her from destroying your life and your career."

I was shaking, and sobbing into my hands. The poor baby must be so scared inside me. "I just did what she wanted and I went through her phone and checked iCloud upload history--every trace had been deleted. That's all I wanted."

"I want to say thank you, but--"

He stroked my hair, "I know, I know." Seth gently pushed me back, "I'm sorry I did it, and I'm even more sorry you saw it, but I would do anything to keep you safe. I didn't know what else to do, Ella. I really didn't enjoy it. I couldn't even cum, hell it took me 20 minutes to get hard cause I felt so guilty. Not to mention she looks like a fucking troll."

I let out a small laugh as I wiped my eyes. "I just needed to tell you that, Els. Thank you for listening." He wiped a tear off my cheeks and rubbed my stomach.

Seth leaned down towards the bump and whispered something I couldn't make out. He gave small kissed to my stomach that cause the baby to start kicking.

I craned my neck and kissed the top of Seth's head. He sprung up as I moved back. "What was that for, Els?"

I shrugged and let out a yawn, "I don't really know to be honest. I just felt like it." I hopped off the bed and stretched before looking at myself in the mirror on the wall. "I need to get some sleep. All of this wore me out today."

Seth shot off the bed and grabbed my hands in his. "You could stay in here? Ya know if you-if you want."

I hesitated for a moment, "Seth..."

"Look, I'll sleep in the chair, I just...I wanna be near you guys. I missed so much of your pregnancy already I just want to spend some time with you while the baby is still in there."

I nodded, "Okay, that's fair. I'll stay in here tonight."

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, "and no, you don't have to sleep in the chair." I smiled softly.

---

After Seth helped me grab my things from my room, I threw on my long night shirt, put my hair up in a bun, and brushed my teeth.

I flipped the switch in the bathroom off and walked out to see Seth laying on the bed. Shirtless. In his boxers.

Damn...

"See something you like?" Seth asked with a wink. I swallowed hard, shocked at the feeling I was feeling. "No..." I lied hopelessly. "I'm just--listen there's a lot of hormones running through this." I joked, gesturing to my whole body.

Seth laughed and lifted the covers for me, "Come on, crazy...you need some sleep."

I went over and flopped into the soft bed, instinctively on both our parts, Seth's warm arms enveloped me as I laid my head on his hot chest.

He lifted his arms, "Sorry..."

"No," I spoke quickly, "I haven't been held in a long time, I guess with you and I in the same bed instinct just kicked in."

I scooted away, but Seth held me still. "Would you mind if I held you?"

I blinked, and shook my head. "Not at all actually." He smiled pulling me into his embrace once more. Seth kissed the top of my head, and soon out breathing was in sync.

"Night, beautiful." Seth whispered softly.

I sighed in contentment, not knowing what this meant or why I was so happy. "Goodnight, Seth."

A moment of silence passed before we spoke together, "Night, little one..." I looked up at Seth as he looked down at me. We both let out a chuckle as he rubbed my back.

Soon after I was asleep; and it was the most comfortable, deep sleep I've had in months.

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One More Time: Part 3

Warnings: Language, tiny bit of angst, fluff! Pairings: AJ Styles/ OFC Word Count: Never count it, lol I woke to sunlight and warmth. Warmth like I've never felt. A safety that was all too familiar. I breathed in deep and as I did the arm that was around my waist tightened. My heart raced as realization hit me of what happened the night before. AJ Styles had simply showed up out of the blue after weeks of no communication, barged me backward into my own house and thoroughly fucked me senseless against the wall. Just the thought made my thighs clench but it was bittersweet. I sighed inwardly knowing I was no longer on the pill. What would happen if I got pregnant? AJ's entire world would be destroyed and what of mine? I could feel him stirring behind me. Any moment now he would wake up. I needed to put some distance between us. I slowly, with much difficulty, removed his arm from around me and got out of bed. I ran my fingers through my touseled hair and straightened my shirt. I glanced at AJ over my shoulder; he was watching me with a look of interest and still that of anger. I crossed my arms over my chest, cocking a hip and glared back at him. "What?", I snapped. AJ raised an eyebrow and gave a sarcastic smirk. "What do you think, Amaya? Where the fuck have you been these past few weeks? Why won't you return my calls or texts?", he asked, his voice dripping with fury. I sighed part in frustration and the other in defeat. "AJ...I stopped because I felt it was best. My guilt keeps eating at me. You have a family and yet you're fucking me on the side every chance you get. Don't get me wrong, it's truly the best sex of my life but eventually you'll lose everything...no matter how much I beg you to stay. No matter how much I love you. I don't want to be the reason you lose your family and hurt your career and yet...I don't want to be without you either. I can't win for losing", I explained, throwing my hands up in frustration. AJ climbed out of bed, clad in the jeans he wore last night, showing off his thick body corded in muscle. It was damn hard to focus when that's all I could see. He crossed his arms over his chest and simply looked at me. His crystalline eyes were almost unreadable. Almost. I could see that he loved me. He even told me so but now I wondered if it had just been pillow talk. "Can you not see, Amaya? You. Are. Mine. Plain and simple as that. Wendy and I have been growing apart for some time now. The kids are aware of it. We don't keep things from them...except for you. They don't know about you. You're my secret. Wendy will never know you are the reason. I know you don't wish to be, darlin', it's just the way it is. You'll never be rid of me", he replied. I stared at him in shock. Never be rid of him? What the fuck? I opened my mouth to respond but never got the chance. AJ stepped up to me and threaded his fingers through my hair and crashed his lips to mine in a kiss that broght tears to my eyes and had my pussy practically weeping. I slipped my arms around his neck, grabbing handfuls of his silky hair, deeping the kiss. His tongue played with mine and I pressed myself against the erection growing inside his jeans. AJ broke the kiss and tugged my shirt off over my head. He quickly stepped out of his jeans, his thick cock springing free. AJ pulled me to him, flesh to flesh. His skin was hot, the muscles hard as he lifted me and layed me down gently on the bed and loved me yet again... 3 Weeks Later Naomi and Becky Lynch sure knew how to throw a pool party. Pretty sure Naomi had invited everyone and their families on the roster. Dolph Ziggler was at the grill by the sliding glass doors that lead into the main part of the house. Beer in hand, flipping burgers, he was all smiles with Jey Uso and Sami Zayn. Kevin Owens and Charlotte were playing one-on-one volley ball in the pool and Lana was lounging on a lawn chair tanning. I tried to have fun as much as possible but I felt off. Hearing the sound of children's laughter, I turned to see AJ, Wendy and the kids coming through the house. The kids made a dash for the pool, while AJ meandered over to Dolph who handed him a beer. I cringed inwardly and turned away. I wanted nothing more than to vanish. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to face Nattie. I gave her a small smile. Her blonde hair was piled high on top of her head in a messy bun like mine. She was the one I felt closest to in the women's division other than Becky Lynch. "Spill it, sweetheart. Actually, let me guess for you. You're tired all the time, you can barely eat anything without getting sick to your stomach and when you do eat or drink it's a double chocolate milk shake from Zestos. You, my dear, are pregnant", she said matter of factly. I looked away, my world blurry. She pulled me to her and wrapped her arms around me. I sniffled and stepped back with a small nod. "AJ?". I nodded again. "He doesn't know. I only found out a couple of days ago myself. God, Nattie, I don't know what to do. I can only hide it for so long before everyone finds out", I replied. Nattie let out a tiny gasp as her eyes connected with something over my shoulder. I sighed aloud and turned to face AJ and Dolph. Dolph simply stared at me with his mouth half open and AJ looked...happy. Genuinely happy. He pulled me to him and embraced me in a tight hug. "Go inside the house. I'll be there in a moment", he whispered. I nodded against his shoulder and made my way into the house but not before getting a seething look from Wendy. The house was cool and quiet. I made my way past the beautifully furnished livingroom to a hallway that I hoped lead to a bathroom. I stopped and examined the artwork on the walls. "Is it true?", a voice asked. I smiled and turned to AJ. I could never get tired of looking at him. The way his blue P1 tank stretched across his wide, muscular chest. How thick and defined his arms are. His beautiful shoulder length hair combed back from his face and sparkling blue eyes. I gave him a small nod. He stepped up to me and took me by surprise by going to his knees before me and pressing his face against my stomach and wrapping his arms around me. I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "You are my miracle. You and our child. I have four wonderful children and soon to be a fifth. I couldn't ask for more. Before you speak, Wendy and I filed for divorce. The kids will be ok. You know they like you so don't worry, darlin'. I love you, Amaya. Deeply. More than anyone. You're mine", AJ said, standing up and tilting my chin so my gaze met his. I brought my hands to his face and brought his lips to mine. My future was set. Worry placed aside, AJ was my home. Where I belonged. Where I was always meant to be. Let me know what you guys think as always ☺ @p0tat0catofwesteros @llowkeys @alexispoo @wwe-smutfics @wwesensualfanfics @unabashedwwesmut @superrezzy00 @blondekel77 @queencflair @ajstylesworld @elasticstyles @georgina019 @imagines--assemble @irefusetoacceptreallife @toosweetme Sorry if I left anyone out! ❤❤

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 18

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 18:

Ensemble Nous Sommes Invincibles

"Here are your tickets," said Benoit Rousseau to Sadako Shimohara and Georgette Lemare after their shift at the Camp des Loges later that day. "This includes a one night stay at a local chateau of your choice in the city. Go have a great time in the countryside, all right? You've earned it!"

"Thank you so very much," Georgette said. "I want to treasure my new memories of seeing my home town after being away for so long thank you."

"We appreciate your support, Benoit, and we plan to come back on Thursday night," added Sadako. "Aside from Dijon, I've never been outside of Paris or been to Normandy, so I would love to check the place out."

"The package includes a one night stay at the Chateau De Bonnefontaine, complete with breakfast and lunch and a ride back to Gare Paris-Nord, where you can connect to return home from your day trip," said Benoit. "Take plenty of photos and share with the world!"

"We will," said Georgette. "These are memories we will treasure, no matter where we are in this world."

"I have asked Mr. Sami to allow you to pack up at your residence before he drives you to Barenton and drops you there. He will also pick you up at about 7 p.m. the next day. Have fun!"

"Thank you, Benoit!" said Georgette and Sadako, exchanging hugs before the two girls left the Camp des Loges to head to the station.

The sound of the coach's engine, a rich monotonous hum, rang discreetly as the two girls were on the shuttle to the small town in Normandy, the vehicle on a fresh, full tank of gas. In the background, Paris's rivals, Olympique Lyonnais and AS Saint-Etienne, were in action in the Europa League, with the winner of the tournament booking a place in the next UEFA Champions League.

As the bus drove down the N12, through rolling countryside and cows trundling idly down pastures, Georgette let out a sign, stretched her back and arms, then she rested her head on Sadako's lap, clad in a fur coat over a petticoat and a white dress with white boots. Sadako chose to go with a chick sweater, a PSG scarf and jeans to go with alligator boots and a shiny gold watch. As well as some haute aviators. "Sada, clean my ears for me," she said sheepishly with a yawn.

"As you wish, Jose, my dear," she replied, taking a swab and delicately cleaning her ears before disposing the swab into the receptacle. Jose purred like a Persian cat as the cat tracker joined her and rested on her soft, sweet backside. Seeing that, Jose picked up the cat and embraced it like a toy as she snoozed for a bit.

"I left my childhood innocence in Barenton," admitted Jose through her closed eyes and hushed lips redolent with red lipstick. "When I decided to join the 502nd, it was because I felt that I needed to come of age and be a symbol of peace for my nation, because everyone I knew in Barenton believed in me."

"Is that so, Jose..."

"I never did it for selfish reasons, my service to the armed forces. I feel that there is a peaceful, nonaggressive way to resolve conflicts, but if force has to be used, it is because people in power never like to settle issues like gentlemen. That's why sometimes I have to put Alex and Danny in line during their training because their attitude is something that will not help them be men of character."

"You're like a mother to them in a way, Jose. I have noticed that. It's rubbed off on the team. Your nurturing touch helped the boys beat Barcelona, a team I thought was invicible."

"Girls?" asked Mr. Sami.

"Yes?" asked Sadako.

"Since Barenton is a city not accessible by train, you are riding with me. The owner of the chateau is a good mate of mine and is a fan of the club. He allows for stays by invitation only. He also is a good friend of Mr. Nasser and they both arranged this stay for you. So, Ms. Jose, you get to come home in style, the Parisian Way!"

"Wonderful!" said Jose, blushing with a giggle. "I will look forward to meeting with the host."

The coach finally arrived outside a green gate that was open. A footpath going up a hill led to the doors of the chateau, which was decked with flowers in bloom. It was a rustic, three-story structure with a weathered room and old windows. A timeless piece that was spared destruction from the wars, located on 567 Rue de la Liberation, 50720.

"Here we are," said Sadako as the coach headed back on the highway towards Paris, leaving the two girls and their belongings. "This is your home, you're back."

Georgette shed a tear. "Yeah, I'm finally here. In Barenton, where I was born. I feel like I am in heaven again and this is dream I refuse to wake up from."

"The dream is only beginning, let's enjoy it."

"Follow me, Sada!"

Sadako and Jose went up the hill to the door, where a short man of a medium build arrived with a gleefull laugh on his face. "There you are, both of you!" he said, hugging there. "Welcome to Barenton, Normandy! I am the owner of the chateau, Rohan. Sami and Nasser know me very well. Your names?"

"I am Georgette Lemare, and this is my partner Sadako Shimohara," said Jose. "We are employees of Paris Saint-Germain and have been given Thursday off to relax here for a bit before returning to Paris."

"Your face seems somewhat familiar, as if you remind me of someone from my old family archives," Rohan said. "Let's head inside, both of you."

"Mr. Rohan, thank you for having us here," said Sadako. "Georgette has visited this place many times before, she was born here as well before moving to Paris for a change of scenery."

"Really, Ms. Georgette?" Rohan asked.

"Jose is fine. You can call Sadako Sada for short," she replied.

"Simpler the better. Have a seat." There were some sofas, a table, and some modern equipment installed in the chateau.

"I'm surprised how modern this is," said Georgette, turning on the television, where people from L'Equipe were still talking about the big victory on Valentine's Day. "I never thought this chateau would actually have a high definition television!"

"Nasser was kind enough to donate some modern equipment and make this chateau more accessible to travelers and we get a lot of visitors here from France and outside of France," Rohan explained, providing a tray of sandwiches, cold cuts and desserts. "Eat up."

"Mmmm, actual Normandy cheese, I have missed this so much!" exclaimed Georgette, blushing as she enjoyed her meal.

"This is really good!" Sadako said. "It tastes like heaven!"

"Some locals from around town heard you were coming and brought some handmake specialties from these parts," Rohan explained. "You two watching that historic result on replay huh? You work for them so I guess you may have played a part in all this, hmmmm?"

"It was the team's effort but I had faith that they would do their duty to put on a show for those who came to see them," said Sadako, beaming with delight. "It's a dreamlike atmosphere, the environment that football fans in this great country live for. On Tuesday, my boys, Sada's boys, our boys made France proud."

"But we are only getting started," said Sadako. "We want to keep this going on Sunday against Toulouse, and with the new additions to the team and Julian, we have a confident bunch ready to get to work."

"I can tell you this, ladies," said Rohan, sitting with them and eating from the plate while pouring some wine for them, "I did not expect this at all. You may have, though. Did you?"

"I actually thought Barcelona was going to validate all the trophies they had won in the past," said Sadako. "I never thought they would desecrate their honors in such a spectacular way."

"As soon as I saw the tip from Five Thirty Eight, I think it's called, I was confident the boys had a chance to make history," Georgette said. "I believe in my men so much, I guess you can say I did not allow Barcelona to interfere one bit. Both sides listed to my wishes it seems, but really, the home team wanted to show it was skilled at entertained couples in the great city of Paris that believe in the magic of PSG."

"Indeed so," said Rohan, sipping some freshly brewed coffee done with the French press.

Her hands were clasped and one eyes was closed. "But if you don't mind, please pass off my view of the event as speculation, this result makes me extremely happy; I couldn't help it!" Jose appealed.

"You are so humble, I like that from you," Rohan said, triggering a giggle. "My daughter Elise is just like you when she was younger. She was very loyal to me and my wife, before she took off for Canada to work in Montreal. She makes a living developing cutting-edge equipment for female ice hockey players and also works at Brookfield Properties."

"What's her favorite team?"

"The Habs, of course. Le Club de hockey Canadien. Montreal Canadiens, the most accomplished ice hockey team in North America. And she is also married to a employee at the Montreal Forum, and he helps operate the facility and coordinate events. They have two kids, one boy, one girls, four-year fraternal twins. Oh, and they are all PSG supporters."

"Montreal has a very strong PSG fan club, huh?"

"Yep," said Rohan. He showed Sadako and Jose some photos of his daughter and son-in-law. "This is Elise and her husband Gaston at a function at the Forum, which used to host Montreal Canadiens home games before moving to Centre Bell. They love their hockey and they love their poutine. And speaking on which, I made some." Rohan went to a table and brought three big bowls of freshly cooked pommes frites topped with curds, turkey gravy and local cheeses from the stores up the road. "Normandy-style poutine, based on my son-in-law's recipe."

"This is delicious!" exclaimed Sadako. "Mmmmmm!"

"Don't rush eating it all, Sada," said Georgette, indulging in the rich, savory goodness of Quebec's gift to gastronomy and the thing that truly matter before washing it down with a sip of cabernet. "Food is meant to be enjoyed. Slow down, we are not in the city today. Today, you are on my pace, got it?"

"Yes, dear." And so she took her time to enjoy every decadent morsel, the savory zip of the gravy taking her on a magic carpet ride without leaving the chateau. And they saw Angel Di Maria paint the corners, Julian Draxler rifle the left side, Edinson Cavani blast the right side in a guns blazing display that made Barcelona worse than Montpellier, Toulouse and Guingamp combined in terms of effectiveness against Le PSG.

"Is she like this all the time to you?" asked Rohan to Sadako.

"I sometimes think things too much or rush to making decisions that it's so easy for Jose to expose me. But it's because she loves me and I appreciate that."

"Paris is the City of Love, and love does win when it can do no wrong. I'm sure you two had a nice time in bed afterwards."

"I think a win like that made us very sleepy," admitted Georgette. "But it's a very nice sleep, and when our sleep cycles are on form, we can get a lot done. Right, Sada?"

"A lot done, baby, you know it, heheh," purred Sadako as the two girls clinked glasses. "There will be blood, there will be fire, there will be hearts full of burning desire! France, France, France!"

"Are you visiting, Ms. Sadako?" asked Rohan.

"Work visa. I am from Hiroshima, Japan."

"Aha...so, now that I am familiar with you guys, you will have the rest of the evening to take a look around and the morning and afternoon tomorrow. Perspective: the important ingredient in appeciating the work you do. I am confident that the team will make it business as usual on Sunday night. Enjoying your visit here?"

"It's everything I envisioned and realized before arriving on French soil, Mr. Rohan. I have integrated well and am very familiar with how normal life is in Paris. It's similar the type of pace I am accustomed to back home but with more style and sophistication."

"Don't ever forget the memories you cherish here when you return home. The moment you leave, you will realize on then, that this was not a dream you lived through. And you did make a difference in helping those in the part of the world that are on your side. Enjoy your time here, and here your keys," said Rohan, handing the girls the chateau keys so they would return to rest.

"Thank you, Mr. Rohan," said Georgette. Over the next several hours montage of scenes of the girls visiting every corner of Barenton was displayed on the other side, a convoy of moving pictures that indicated that Barenton in 1944 was not much different than Barenton of 2017, only with changes in technology and agricultural processing that accelerated production of the finest goods in this part of Normandy.

That montage conveyed by the cat tracker culminated with the two girls sleeping with their hands held on the coach, driven by a reflective Mr. Sami, on the way back to Paris, eastbound, where more work would have to be done by the men and women of Paris Saint-Germain Football Club, an organization that refused to sit on its laurels and focus on improvement towards another anticipated demonstration of its football mastery to another enthusiastic turnout at Le Parc.

For Georgette and Sadako, they believed that an association football match is similar to attending a concert or a meal at a Michelin Star restaurant. The presenters and protagonists are expected to put on a performance that satisfies the wishes of its patrons by exhibiting the collective football mastery that they have rehearsed for at the Camp des Loges. Every touch, pass, dribble, shot, save, dispossession would be scrutinized by pundits, by experts, by journalists who have their own agendas that are in turn scrutinized by the public, who in turn issue either rebuttals or support.

Any win by a team of Paris Saint-Germain's pedigree and caliber indicated that their knowledge of the game, their intensity displayed, their individual skills and managerial strategy was of an acceptable quality that would sustain their belief in being patrons of the most accomplished organization in French club football to date. Three weeks remained on the loan contracts of Alex Hunter and Danny Williams. Following the return leg against Barcelona, the two young men would return to their clubs across La Manche, the Channel, to assist with their ongoing campaigns. The club was clicking, and the wheels were in motion.

At the same time, Rohan believed that Georgette's appearance was reminiscent of a similar vision evoked by his parents, as if she had come back from leaving the world for a better place. He decided not to speculate at all and saw the two off. Young women like Georgette and Sadako did not come around quite often, especially when they did do some fixer-upping of the house after their jaunt through town.

"Intensity is the essence of focus," Tomoko Anabuki said to Yoshika Miyafuji as her protege circulated the blood flow on every part of her body, yielding pleasurable sensations that resonated in effervescent volume on the other side, back at her quarters. "I like Kanno's spirit and demeanor. With Sasha returning from her assignment to assist with drills, the spirit of this team is fully restored. It's a very positive, lively environment."

"Indeed it is," said Yoshika. "But I want to ask you this question."

"Go on."

"Do you say this only because I am massaging you the way I want to, or is this a genuine opinion?"

"A very brave question, the pun notwithstanding." A few robust exhales as her bust was fondled. "It is always genuine because I envision myself as an honest woman in and out of serving our people. Kanno herself says that she feels like she is walking on a cloud when I oversee her body of work. I reminded her as she took down a target, do not be a hero and go the extra mile to impress your team. Do what you can and prevail, but do not pay the price for being selfless because your energy is needed to overcome the path that lies ahead."

"Well said, Tomoko."

"Your life does not depend on training and drills alone in this business. Your life depends on using what you learned, the dynamics of the rules of engagement, in training and drills to win battles and wars. It parallels the concepts of sports and any task that requires work. It is something I have learned very well in all my years of flying the flag for the Silent Witches."

"Tomoko..."

"I am in my 20's. I am now teaching those who will follow. Major Sakamoto, a peer of mine who you know as your direct senior, is also doing the same. I don't do as much fighting as I used to but I know that I did my part to keep the morale of the team going heading into the upcoming campaign later on. The time will come when I have to finally step down, but I am not ready to call time just yet. Not with you here with me."

"Indeed. This is the mindset and frame of mind I always expected out of you. It's something that inspired me to be just like you," said Yoshika. "That's why when I...pleasure you like this, I remember it every time because we don't see each other very often. So we need to value this and our service to helping the 502nd while those are on the other side of the timeline. As long as we do our job and we enjoy our job as Witches, together, we are invincible."

"Yoshika."

"Yes?"

Tomoko smiled, the light shining on her nude, stimulated frame, an adult with curves and a build designed for the next chapter in a long life outside of the military. "I couldn't agree with you more. And more history will be made."

END CHAPTER 18