#the first few songs are kinda from Adam's pov while the last three are more Vic's

[another-corpo-rat]

9 Ship Songs🎶

Tagged by @corpocyborg & @luvwich over on the main, ty both <3

Rules: List 9 songs for one (or more) of your ships. Optionally, tag 9 people. Tag list is under the cut at the end!

Just focused on Gilded Chrome for this one, cos they my babies and i have the brainrot of them. it's fatal.

Oxygen – Augur (it’s finding all the answers, the questions are unknown)

Sedated - Hozier (something isn't right, babe / I keep catching little words but the meaning's thin)

Burning Love - Elvis Presley (the flames are now licking my body / Won't you help me / Feel like I'm slipping away)

NFWMB – Hozier (I'd wanna be felled by you / Held by you / Fuel the pyre of your enemies)

All Shook Up - Elvis Presley (I'm proud to say that she's my buttercup)

Uptown Girl – Billy Joel (But maybe someday when my ship comes in / She'll understand what kind of guy I've been / And then I'll win)

Power & Control – MARINA (But love will always be a game / We give and take a little more / Eternal game of tug and war)

Diet Mountain Dew (Demo) – Lana Del Rey (Scary? my god you’re divine)

Howl – Florence + The Machine (Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack / My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out)

Tagging (with no pressure!): @theviridianbunny, @vox-monstera, @merge-conflict, @halsin, @ghostoffuturespast, @juststayquiete, @gamerkitten, @elmknight & @valsilverhand

[woodenducklings]

The Legends of River Song (review)

So 2 days a go i finished a lovely little book called The Legends of River Song. I have some things to say about it. This "review" will not be spoiler free so if you intend on reading the book with little to no prior knowledge of it I'd recommend stop reading here.

Story one (Picnic at Asgard by Jenny T. Colgan):

What the actual fuck???? 😃😃 This story just boils my blood a way an actual saucepan never could. What was Jenny trying to achieve? Nothing in this story from the animatronic dragon to River wanting to ask the Doctor if he wants to have a kid with her names any sense. I defiantly closed the book in anger a few times while reading this. Now looking back (literally I'm reading through my diary to find out what i actually thought) I didn't dislike the entire reading progress. In the very beginning (when I was on the train on my way home after purchasing the book) I said I was enjoying it so far but if you turn a single page I write

"13th May 2021

Hello fellow gigi lookalikes

I'm 32 pages into tlors and here's my review so far: kinda chaotic"

Kinda chaotic is only a compliment if I'm talking about Britney Spears' Instagram feed. I go on for an entire page just talking about how much I do not like this story.

Here's yet another entry:

"15th May 2021

Hello fellow gigi lookalikes

I woke up about 15 minutes ago & the first thing I did was to finish reading picnic at asgard & here's a review:

It doesn't really make sense it's like they didn't know what to do"

Which perfectly sums up how I feel about the story.

I have given this story the generous rating: 5/10, get your shit together.

Onto the second story, suspicious minds by Jacqueline Rayner:

This one was really confusing in the beginning. This is literally how it starts:

"I first met Elvis in the Seventies. Of course, he was in disguise- no one was supposed to recognize him, that might have caused a riot. But I spotted him easily enough. I could tell at first glance he wasn't just one of the crowd, and it intrigued me. I determined then and there I'd get him to myself, somehow or other."

Now this as an opening might not have been so disasterous if if it wasn't for the fact that the story isn't about Elvis Presley, rather it's about using humans as fertilizer because said humans didn't like wasps. Even worse is the fact that the Elvis River is talking about is a wax figure who's not really a wax figure either but rather is one of those living plastic things from the episode "Rose", that luckily for humanity decided to be a good guy. another thing that they blow over is that River had sex with this sentient wax figure. They should bring that up on the show sometime.

The beginning isn't the only thing that bothers me with this story but it bothers me enough to give it this score: 6,5/10, why Elvis?

Story three: A Gamble with Time by Steve Lyons:

I just looked trough my diary to find any real time thoughts on the story but since I couldn't I'm just gonna tell you that it's definetly a little confusing at times, so are all stories that involve time travel but it was overall enjoyable, I really don't have anything else to say so I'll just give you the score: 7/10, pretty good actually.

Story four: Death in New Venice by Guy Adams:

Oh Yes Oh BOy this one fuck yeah. This one, without a doubt is the best piece of Doctor Who reading I've ever done which is, no not very impressive since all I've read is this book, mediocre ao3 fanfiction as well as some inappropriate Wattpad stories. It still stands though. If they every decide to do a River spin-off (which btw is highly encouraged by me) I really want them to make this a two-part episode it's brilliant I love it.

Ok so onto the actual story:

This story feels like it was written in a diary with it being divided into 11 different parts, or entries all as they happen. The Doctor isn't even as much as mentioned in this story which I LOVE since it just shows that River is entirely capable of doing what they do without any of their help, and probably better.

I like the character and scenery descriptions because it gives you a good pov of not only what's happening but how River perceives it and how she feels about it. overall just feels like River. She keeps saying "dear diary" which I love, it just makes since since she is supposed to be writing all this in her diary anyway.

I just love how this story is written BUT i really don't know what happened in the so therefor the score is: 9/10, fr this ones great

Story five: River of Time by Andrew Lane:

So,, I like the way it starts and ends, like it makes sense, no question marks, which I consider good. When I finished the story i just felt like it understood it which is less common than you'd wish.

The story is nice, like not comforting just, nice. It's a good story. It mostly makes sense which is more than you can say about the doctor who canon in general.

This one did not have those saving "dear diary" moments that Death in New Venice had which is disappointing but all these stories are written by different people with different writing styles. To make up for the lack of "dear diary" it did add some well deserved lore to River's hallucinogenic lipstick.

Overall it's not better than Death in New Venice but it is slightly better than A Gamble with Time. So the score for River of Time is: 7,5/10, second best isn't last.

So like shoutout to Guy Adams for being a good writer.

[yespleasetommyshelby]

Adam Ruzek Song imagine ~ Say you won’t let go James Arthur

(It’s pretty long and I can’t figure out how to put a ‘keep reading’ thingy, also the ending is kinda crap as I wasn’t sure where I was going with this... anyways, enjoy!)

‘I met you in the dark, you lit me up, you made me feel as though, I was enough... We danced the night away, you drank too much, I held your hair back when you were throwing up...’

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked as me and April walked down the cold streets of Chicago, I’d just finished my first shift at Chicago med and she insisted on taking me out to celebrate even though she had work in the morning.

“I can handle myself, but you need to celebrate!” She exclaimed with a grin just as we reached a small-ish bar that sat on the corner of the street. “Welcome to Molly’s!” She grinned as she pushed the door open, the smell of booze hitting me in the face in an instant.

Looking around I saw a few people that I had recogonised from them coming into med in the last few hours, such as Kelly Severide, a lieutenant from firehouse 51 who had come in to see April, speaking of which.

“Hey, you wanna come to the bar?” She grinned as she looked her arm through mine and practically dragged me through the crowd to the bar.

A few minutes later she had disappeared with Kelly leaving me at the bar drinking on my own, until a figure dropped down onto the stool besides me, looking over I spotted a tall guy with slightly blonde/brown hair and a smile that could melt an iceberg, seriously.

“What’s a pretty girl doing all alone?” He asked looking at me briefly before ordering another beer.

“I was with a friend but it seems like I’ve been ditched for a fire fighter.” I laughed slightly looking behind him to where April and Kelly were sat laughing together. “My names y/n y/l/n by the way.” I smirked lifting my drink to my lips.

“Adam Ruzek.” He smirked back, holding his hand out for me to shake.

A couple of hours and multiple drinks later it was fair to say that I was definitely feeling the effects of the drinks, I had spent the last hour ‘dancing’ in the corner with Ruzek, well, I danced and Adam made sure no guys could get to me in my state.

“I don’t feel good.” I muttered as I dropped down into the seat besides Adam, head pounding and the familiar feeling brewing in my stomach. “I need some air.” I muttered quickly pushing myself up and rushing outside before I emptied the contents of my stomach into the trash can outside.

I groaned as I felt a large, warm pair of hands brush over my shoulder, pulling my hair away from my face as I continued to throw up.

“Sorry.” I muttered as I stood up straight and wiped my mouth with my hand before rubbing them on my trousers, gross I know.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” Adam chuckled slightly, putting his arm around my shoulder.

‘Then you smiled over your shoulder, for a second I was stone-cold sober... I pulled you closer to my chest... And you asked me to stay over, I said I already told ya, I think that you should get some rest...’

“Thank you.” I smiled as I put my key into the lock on my front door, a short walk that took twice as long due to my stumbling and asking stupid questions. Looking over my shoulder I couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted as my eyes met his, a feeling I had never felt or even knew how to describe until now. “You sure you don’t want to stay?” I asked for the thousandth time since we’d left Molly’s, yet everytime I’d get the same answer.

“I’ve told you, get some rest and text me in he morning.” He smiled shaking his head before he stepped foreward and pulled me into his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist while his cane around me completely.

“Are you sure?” I asked looking up at him resting my chin on his chest, laughing as he sarcastically rolled his eyes and looked down at me.

“I’m sure, but text me in the morning so I know you’re alright.” He said kissing the top of my head quickly before pulling away completely.

“Goodbye Adam.” I grinned stupidly as he started to walk away.

“Goodbye y/n.” He smirked looking back quickly before shaking his head and walking away.

‘I knew I loved you then, but you’ll never know, ‘cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go... I know I needed you, but I never showed, I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old...’

“Ready?” Hank asked as his head appeared from behind the door, smile on his face as he walked into the room adjusting his tie slightly. “You look beautiful, you ready?”

Smiling to myself I looked down at what I was wearing, a long white gown with a heart shaped top, the perfect dress for the perfect wedding to the perfect man.

“Hell yeah I’m ready.” I grinned putting my arm through his, after meeting Adam I got to know the whole team from intelligence, Hank had taken on a father kind of role so it only felt right having him give me away, since my own father had died when I was younger.

I couldn’t hide the smile on my face as I walked down the aisle towards Adam, stood in his suit and tie, Kevin and Jay by his side, all three wearing the biggest smiles I had ever seen. I chuckled slightly as I watched Kev nudge Adam slightly after he wiped a stray tear that had escaped. While I tried to listen to what the priest was saying I had trouble tearing my eyes away from my husband to be, seems like he was having the same trouble as the poor priest had to try a couple of times to get his attention for the vows.

“Y/N, you are the most perfect person I have ever met, and probably ever will. I still remember the first night I met you, I saw you sitting at the bar in Molly’s and with a little liquid encouragment, and a nudge from Kev.” He pauses as he looked behind at Kevin and gave him a small, grateful nod. “I gave it a shot, we spent the night dancing and laughing, I even held your hair while you threw up in a trash can.” He chuckled making me groan as the rest of our guests laughed. “But I knew then, the moment you looked up at me outside your old place, that I wasn’t gunna let you go, there was just something about you that I couldn’t get out of my head for the next few days.” He shook his head slightly, as a lone tear fell down his cheek, his eyes met mine as I reached up and wiped it away trying to keep my own tears in. “I love you, so, so much.”

“I love you too, ever since you didn’t just walk past and leave me to fall into a trash can of my own puke.” I grinned laughing slightly. “You are the one person that I could never see myself without, no matter how I imagine my future you are always there, for better or for worse.” I winked making him laugh. “I’ll love you forever Adam Ruzek, nothing will ever change that.”

“You may now kiss the bride!” The priest announced, wasting no time Adam pulled me towards him and dipped us before he placed his lips on mine, the perfect end to the perfect wedding.

‘I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed, I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head... I’ll take the kids to school, wave them goodbye, and I’ll thank my lucky stars for that night...’

*Adam’s POV*

“Alright, on the count of three, ready?” I whispered looking down at the twins, Amelia and Amber, only six years old and their already so much like their mother, kind, caring but with a temper that one day will probably make a grown man cry. “Three... Two... One!” I counted down before I opened the bedroom door, huge grins on their faces as they ran in and started to jump on the bed.

“I’m up! I’m up!” I could hear her laughing as she grabbed onto the twins and pulled them down next to her before she leant over them and their angelic laugh filled my ears as she tickled them.

“Happy birthday!” I grinned as I walked over placing the tray of pancakes and orange juice on the bed side drawers before leaning down and placing my lips to hers, a feeling that after seven years of marriage and nine years together I still haven’t got used to.

“Thank you.” She mumbled kissing me once more before her attention was taken by the twins groaning and putting their hands over their eyes. “Oh shush, you’re gunna be late for school if we don’t get going.” She told them going to get out of bed before I put my hands on her shoulder and pushed her back down.

“I am on it, you finish your breakfast and wait here, I’ll be back.” I winked before rounding up the girls and ushering them downstairs, into their coats and shoes before rushing out the door, barely making it on time.

“Bye daddy!” They both waved as I watched them walk into their school, big smiles on their faces as I waved back.

“Baby?” I called quietly as I got back home, hearing nothing but silence I crept into our shared bedroom and could make a y/n shaped lump under the covers. How did I get so lucky the night I met her..?

‘I’m gunna love you till, my lungs give out... I promise til death we part, like in our vows... So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows, that it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old... Just say you won’t let go...’

*Y/N POV*

I groaned as I put my key into the lock, a long day at med and all I wanted was to get inside, flip on the couch and eat a ton of ice cream, however as I opened the door I had a feeling that my plans were going to change.

“Happy anniversary.” Adam smiles from his place at the dinner table, candles and rose petals littering the top and creating a path towards him.

“Oh, Adam.” I sighed happily as I watched him stand up and walk over to me, taking my bag from me he dropped it at his feet before he stood behind me and removed my coat as gently as possible.

“Where are the twins?” I asked concerned, there’s no way they’d be okay with going to bed early, especially not on a Friday.

“Hayley and Kim give them for the night, their fine.” He smirked as I realised he’d had this under control.

“I love you so much.” I grinned turning and looking up at him, my arms going round his waist as his rested on my back, just like the day we had met.

“I will love you until my dying breath, I promise you that.” He mumbled resting his chin on top of my head sighing contemptly.

As long as he never let’s go, I’ll die happy...

[thequeenofcronuts]

Justify My Love - Chapter 4 - Be OK, Pressing On

Book: The Royal Romance Word Count: 4,835-ish Pairing: Maxwell x MC (Kristina Hampshire), Hana, Drake, OCs

Warnings - Language 

A/N In this TRR kinda sorta off cannon Series: Kristina (MC) decides she cannot stay in Cordonia after the events of the Coronation Ball. Not so much caring about her own reputation, but caring for the life of the man she has been falling for, which is not the prince. She returns to New York and is faced with her heartbreak and regret while Maxwell is left in Cordonia struggling to understand the truth behind his feelings. Will they let each other go?

**All characters and named places are owned by Pixelberry Studios. Rights to the songs lyrics and  titles in this series belong to:

Justify My Love (Madonna) - Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reach Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management

Be OK (Ingrid Michaelson) - Cabin 24 Records

Pressing On (Relient K) - Universal Music Publishing Group

Series Tags @littleblossom357 @alj4890 @cosigottahavefaith

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Kristina's POV

- Be OK -

Kristina still hasn't opened up to Daniel about her time abroad…at all…and it's been weeks since she returned. They do talk every day, but it's mainly because Daniel calls her. She goes to work and comes home, and that is it. Except for her days off when she chooses to just stay home the whole time. Truthfully, he is starting to get rather nervous about her lack of socialization and her apparent lack of any true emotion. She just plasters on a fake smile for work. It's been awhile since he has seen a glimpse of the real Kristina he knows is still in there somewhere. It's time to call in reinforcements, he decides.

He reaches out to his best friend from back home, Stephen, and his wife, Lisa. The first time Kristina met the couple, over a year and a half ago, they instantly became friends. They all share the same dry and sarcastic sense of humor, enjoy lots of witty banter, and are all around Kristina's type of people. Daniel decides to make the FaceTime call to the couple. During the call Stephen quips, “Ok, so Lisa and I get that you're telling us that Kris is currently an emotional wreck without the emotions part…” Lisa cuts off her husband, “but can you give me an example. Girls are better suited to break down these kind of things.” Daniel chuckles with a sound thick of disbelief. “Ok Professor Reader of the Female Mind, last week I brought a box over filled with one of her all time favorite treats.” “Ok, so we’re talking cronuts.” “Lisa, let the man speak before you go all girl detective. Proceed Daniel.” “Ok, yes I thought a box of them could help her mood. Boy was I wrong. She basically went from tears, to sobs, to yelling, and then stormed out of her apartment to the laundry room in the basement of the building.” “Dude, I know I’m just a guy here,” Stephen shoots Lisa a look of feigned cluelessness, “but why the basement laundry room? Oh magnificent Lisa, explain this piece of your investigative puzzle.” Daniel jumps in, “When you see the size of her studio apartment you’ll understand why she sought out her privacy in there.” “And that's it Daniel” Lisa asks, “she ran from a box of cronuts? … Yeah, I got nothing. I’ll concede that this is way above the girl code of understanding.” Stephen tries to contain his triumphant laughter, but just can't. “Way to go all things woman super sleuth!” “Ok, ok, but we have to figure this out. Who knew a delicate pastry would be our beginning lead? We’ll be there asap.” Lisa says then ends the phone chat.

Daniel got the exact reaction from Kristina he expecting as he told her the couple was coming for a visit, “I know I always do the itinerary for their visits, but this visit it is up to Lisa. So have her plan it since I am adamant about not being apart of any of it.” Kristina said coldly. A few days later Lisa took the duty on and planned Operation Crack Open Kristina. This was meant to crush the shell that was becoming Kristina; and by the time Lisa had finished the itinerary the plan was set into motion. Unbeknownst to Kristina she was heading on a weekend trip to Atlantic City. The Hotel was booked, Daniel had a rental car scheduled, and the choices for entertainment were set.

The day Lisa and Stephen’s flight landed Daniel took them straight to Kristina's for the ambush. They stood in her doorway telling her that the weekend retreat was imminent. Which Kristina calls it a friendly form of forced kidnapping. Lisa just giggles as she she packs Kristina’s overnight bag as Kristina was strongly voicing her concerns as a protest for the trip. “I don't “go” out to places any more and I don't want to start now….. Atlantic City is too far from the city for just a couple of days and one night…..I hadn't planned for something like this so I don't have the money….” All to which Daniel, Stephen, and Lisa easily counters.

Daniel - “Kris, it's just roughly a two hour drive to Atlantic City, so a weekend trip is completely doable.”

Stephen - “The three of us are splitting the trip. Two adjoining rooms and the rental car are easily covered by Daniel and us.”

Lisa - “Today is the day you go from “don't go places” to getting out of this apartment, now.”

Lisa tosses Kristina the overnight bag while Stephen claps his hands with a triumphant look, “And……mic dropped…so off we go.”

Not too long later they’re on the road while Kristina is shaking shaking her head thinking to herself, I really love these people, I do, just not so much this weekend. She settles into the passenger seat with a dramatic sigh which is completely ignored by her companions.

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As Kristina watches through the window, of the surprisingly nice and comfy rental car, the world whizz by while chatter fills the vehicle. She puts in her earbuds to drown it all out and picks a playlist that she recently made tapping shuffle. The music cancels out all the noise when the first song plays, which is one of her current favorites. Sometimes song lyrics coincide with the exact emotions of your thoughts and heart. She closes her eyes and gets lost in the song….

‘I just want to be okay, be okay, be ok I just to be okay today I just want to be okay, be okay, be ok I just to be okay today

‘I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today I just want to feel something today I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today I just want to feel something today’…

Daniel looks over and lightly smacks Kristina's knee to get her attention, so she takes out one earbud to pause the song. “What Daniel?” She looks over and arches an eyebrow at him. He looks over again and answers, “Kris, are you going to join us in our amazing conversations? Maybe sometime soon?”. “Daniel, just please watch the road,” she answers, “we don't need to add an accident to this crazy weekend.” Stephen yells from the backseat, “Yeah, crazy awesome weekend here we come!” Kristina looks over her shoulder while narrowing her eyes in a glassy stare, “ Stephen, that wasn't the actual sentiment I was going for with my statement.” He retorts jovially, “ I know, but we gotta get you out of this funk you’ve been swimming in girl!”

Kristina crosses her arms and huffs, her mind answers, It's not a funk and you have no idea. “Just because you and Lisa have a wonderful marriage and Daniel is now serious with Mitch, doesn't prove that ‘There's someone for everyone’. Every hopeless romantic likes to remind their single friends this. ‘Just wait and see, it will happen for you.’ Well I hate to spoil the dream, but waiting for the person that makes you whole is a crock of shit.” Daniel looks in the rear view mirror at Lisa and Stephen and Lisa throws them a knowing look…they just witnessed a bit of Kristina's shell cracking.

“Speaking of couples, why am I going on this trip? Shouldn't this be a couples thing? Where's your boyfriend Daniel?” There's a slight tone of disgust in her voice. Daniel blows air through his lips, man she's even more stubborn than when she decided that it was a fabulous idea to fly off to a distant country on a whim. “Mitch couldn't get off work.” Daniel stated while he shrugged his shoulders. Unbeknownst to Kristina, the group never intended for Mitch to go. And since they had a “can't be cancelled” reservation, they “needed” her to come. They explained that because the trip was bit expensive it needed to happen. Lisa pipes into the conversation, “Reason number one: Look at it this way, Kris, you need to get out and live, Mitch’s inability to go provides the opportunity! Just going to work doesn't count as going out and experiencing life” Stephen adds “"Reason B we needed you to come to have an even number.” I know you all think this is some intervention type thingy, but not going to work. Kristina internally says to herself. Kristina sends icy daggers to the group.

“Man Daniel, can you turn the heat on because it just got cold in here!” Lisa smacks Stephen’s arm and whispers, “I don't think the brand of humor you’re attempting is going to work right now, so can it.” Daniel continues, “While Mitch’s job comes with vacation time Kris, it doesn't mean he gets to take it on a whim. It's not like that in retail.” “Oh riiiight,” she says with an almost playful but still flat tone, “That’s right, Mitch is a manager at a big time department store.” Kristina gives a rye smile, “So I guess while he works, you get to go out and play. Sounds like you're a ‘gold digger’ to me Daniel.” It's silent in the car for a moment and Stephen can't hold it in. “Shit Kris, that was….an actual joke. Hold the presses we have breaking news! Kristina Hampshire almost cracked a smile as she totally dissed one of her BFFs!” He wears a sarcastic, mocking look of horror and when Kristina sees it over her shoulder she throws a balled up wrapper from her breakfast sandwich, hitting him right in the mouth. “Shut it Stephen.” “Sweet Kris, looks you still do human emotions! Man, Lets go PAR-TAAAAAY!!

Party…of all the words he could say, any other word, he yells party. Shit, really?! Why do the gods torture me? Kristina's mind goes immediately to Maxwell. Well honestly there really isn't a moment he doesn't consume her thoughts. Her face instantly sours. “Ugh, I so LOVINGLY HATE you all! So just drop it. DROP.IT. Drop ALL of it.” Lisa reaches from the backseat and gives Kristina's shoulder a gentle squeeze, as she understands that patients is the only way to crack through more of Kristina's shell. So she changes the subject. “Sleeping arrangements. We have two adjoining rooms. Kristina and I will share one and have some girl time. If you see the adjoining door is shut stay the fuck out. Got it boys?” They nod as if their mother had just grabbed them by the ear for a good scolding. “Otherwise we all can enjoy time together.”

Quite fills the cabin of the car again. Daniel turns on the radio for something to listen to, while the other three put in earbuds. Kristina has ended all conversion…for now. She rests her head back onto the window and closes her eyes while the song that paused picks up where it left off and her mind drifts…

Maxwell had his phone connected to a pretty decent pair of portable speakers in Kristina's room. The music is blaring as it was a rare night with no scheduled court functions due to the day being a travel day, to Applewood Manor. And….what made it unbelievably more awesome was Bertrand decided to forgo any lessons or lectures for the night. He had a fairly bad headache, and while they felt sorry for him, Kristina and Maxwell decided to use every second of this unexpected and glorious freedom. They moved some furniture around the room giving them a nice space as a dance floor, and with the music pumping, pajamas donned, and snacks acquired the private VIP party began.

Kristina nearly lost all of her composure when she got a glimpse of Maxwell's sea blue pajamas with an orange squid pattern. She was uncontrollably laughing at the sight and asked, “Where is the calypso music, Maxwell? Are we under the sea?” He just sauntered to the center of their “dance floor” spinning on the ball of his left foot stopping to face her in a ‘Charlie’s Angels’ type pose. Kristina's collapsed on the bed laughing so hard she could barely speak. She managed to get out, “H-how…do…you…know…” huge breath then continues to cackle, “How…you do know…Charlie’s…Angels….?” Maxwell puts his hands on his hips, looking at her with a serious face, and he answers matter of factly,  “ Come on Kristina, hello, the internet. You might want to watch some videos on there sometime. Maybe one of these day you can look at some tutorial videos and manage to keep up with my smooth moves.” His eyebrows wiggle and Kristina throws a pillow at him. “I think my moves are more than acceptable. Thank you very much.” Maxwell walks over to the bed, bows dramatically and offers her his hand. She takes it and she began to shimmy and shake to the beat, while Maxwell stood back with his arms crossed shaking his head in a mock of disapproval. “Not bad Kristina, my young grasshopper, but let the master teach you his ways.”

After a while of dancing they were breathless and decided to take a break. Sitting on the floor with Kristina rested her head on Maxwell’s shoulder he began to show her some of his favorite internet videos and memes that left them both in stitches. Neither one had laughed like they did that night in so long. It's not Bertrand sets aside time for frivolity in his daily agenda. Laughing until they were in pain Maxwell spontaneously jumped up and pulled Kristina up with him. “I’ve got a second wind, so it's time for the master to test the moves he so masterfully taught you.”

Kristina soon was mesmerized by Maxwell and the way his body moved. She stepped back to observe, okay possibly ogle him as he was going seamlessly from one form of type of dance moves into another. While he wasn't quite as muscular as Liam or Drake, dancing certainly did benefit his physique. Between that and his carefree spirit with a heart of gold he pulled her in unexpectedly. Finally he again grabbed Kristina by the hand bringing her close to dance. Bam, she feeling butterflies in her stomach and was a bit dizzy. Problem was this dance didn't seem to affect him the same way. Kristina don't go there. Keep this as the easy, happy friendship it is. While thinking all of this and losing her focus she ends up tripping falling to the ground while they both uncontrollably giggled. Just as Maxwell leaned down to help her up, while he was looking right into her eyes, there is a rather loud thumping on the door. Maxwell went to turn the music down and grabs an apple from the nightstand while Kristina jumps up and opens the door to find a rather grumpier than usual Drake. How can he be even more grouchy than usual. Must be a natural talent.

Drake stands outside her door in a white t-shirt, and lounge pants, with his hair tussled in all directions. “Ummm, hi Drake. Were we bothering you?” Kristina tried so hard to stifle her snickers as his disheveled appearance. Maxwell yelled, “Hey buddy, want to join the party?” and Kristina stepped aside to let Drake into the room. After three steps he finds Maxwell lounging on the bed munching on the apple. “Beaumont, I should have known.” Drake says with bite to his tone. “Do you two know what time it is? Some people are trying to sleep.” Drake exasperatedly taps on his wrist watch, while Kristina notices something odd in his balled up hand.

“Watcha got there, Walker?”  Drake uncomfortably shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “Uh…well what the hell? Might as well tell you…ear plugs.” Maxwell eagerly jumps into the conversation. “What do you need ear plugs for, Drake?” He looks at him with half a smirk. Nervously Drake tries to find his words carefully. “Uh, well, um,…” Drake closes eyes so he won't have to look at either of them while he explains, “When traveling with court you never know where your assigned bedroom will be located. And you know how a lot of nobles are. So, earplugs are always good for not having to listen to all the sounds of their, uhhh, extracurricular activities.” Before Kristina can even start to laugh at poor Drake, Maxwell turns to her and quickly lets out, “So, Kristina, what Drake is telling us is we’re louder than two nobles.” He wiggles his eyebrows. As she and Maxwell burst into fits of laughter Drake turns a deep shade of red, curses under his breath while turning back on his heel leaving, slamming the door behind him.

Kristina can't stand it any longer as she is laughing so hard it is literally painful. She falls back onto the bed next to Maxwell and it takes what feels like forever for both to get ahold of their composure. After a few minutes of comfortable silence Kristina turns her head towards him. “Hey Maxwell, I really enjoyed tonight and hanging out with you.” Maxwell turns to respond and Kristina notices how close they are, almost noses touching. “Awww Kristina, me too.” For just a few seconds Kristina feels the anticipation of a kiss, but Maxwell, in no way catching the drift, ruffles her hair and sits up. “Well, we should get some sleep. It won't be long until I’ll be knocking on your door for your morning wakeup call. I’ll come by a little early and help you get the room back together.” Kristina nods, and gets up as he does. Walking him to the door he gives her a big bear hug as he tells her good night while he walks out her door. Kristina quietly leans her back against the now close door and sighs. Her heart flutters as she thinks about being so close to him, and thinking they were so close to a moment. She walks over to turn off the light and flops down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling with a dreamy smile. She knew she was now seriously in trouble. The Crown Prince was the furthest thing from her mind.

Kristina is brought back to the present by a bump in the road and opens up her eyes seeing her reflection in the window. A small smile fades as fast as it graces her lips. She didn't even realize that while she was reliving that night she had subconsciously replayed the song.

‘Open me up and you will see I’m a gallery of broken hearts I’m beyond repair let me be And give me back my broken parts’

‘Just me back my pieces Just give them back to me please Just give back my pieces And let hold my broken parts’

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Maxwell’s POV

- Pressing On -

Drake as never been so happy to be off a plane, and even more elated when Maxwell spots Hana in the baggage claim area. Seeing her, leaving Drake behind, he runs to pick her up and swing her in a circle. As Hana giggles, “Maxwell put me down. While I am happy we are untied again, save that enthusiasm for Kristina.” Maxwell complies and steps back mouth agape. “How do you know that I was thinking about what you know, that I didn't know, but now I know, and you know that I know, but you just found out that I know what I didn't know which you already knew?” Hana shakes her head and squeezes Maxwell's shoulder. “Just a guess seeing your current enthusiasm, and manic force of energy.” She winks at Drake who has caught up to them giving her a “save me” look.

“Now let's get our luggage, check-in to the hotel and grab something to eat.” Hana gently takes control. “And Maxwell,” Drake says seriously while looking into the hyperactive eyes of the guy in front of him, “absolutely no caffeine in any form for the rest of the day. I’d rather not strangle you…today at least.” Hana gives Drake a pointed stare.” “Guys, all of this is to clear Kristina's name and hopefully bring her back to Cordonia. We all miss our best friend so much, and hopefully we can also give her and Maxwell chance to figure things out. So let’s all get along.”  “Fine” Drake huffs. “But you are responsible for him.” She sighs a happy sigh, “It's good to be back together. Now onward and upward to get our girl back.” Hana skips ahead.

The three settle into their hotel rooms ordering room service delivered to Hana’s room. While eating they catch up on their lives since the Coronation Night, which mainly meant letting Maxwell know what has been happening while he locked himself away from the world. Drake was actually there for it all, so he was tuning in and out of the conversation.

Hana explains to Maxwell that once she returned home to Shanghai her parents were less than pleased with what they considered the most major failure of their family’s life due to her fruitless Social Season. Soon after her arrival home her parents started working on finding a match for Hana themselves. Fortunately a few weeks later she was called back to court with the offer that there were possible “advantageous matches” she shouldn't miss. She knew without a doubt the invitation was facilitated by the new King.

Her parents were quite pleased and allowed Hana return almost immediately when the offer was received. With Kristina gone and Kiara as the future queen they saw a perfect opportunity for her return. When back in Cordonia she spent her time working with Drake to find Tariq and hopefully Kristina. Several “potential matches” Kiara knew that would appease Hana’s parents gave them time for their search. Maxwell showed his concern for Hana, but Hana knew she would deal with the consequences from her parents. She also thought a real match might be possible since there was no more pressure to marry a prince. Really she desperately wanted her best friend back and to happy together more than anything. What Hana kept to herself was the hope that she might be able to stay as Kiara had briefly mentioned a place for her in the palace. It was allowed for Drake, why not her too?

Once they had finished eating Hana explained the events of the Royals since Kristina was dragged out of the palace. Some parts Maxwell knew, as there news that was impossible to escape from with Bertrand around. For instance, Liam had chosen Lady Kiara, a surprise to all for certain, for his queen. More surprising was that the King Father was quite happy with the match. With her intelligence, diplomatic background, communication abilities, and her father’s connections Lady Kiara brought more to the position of queen than any of the other suitors. Plus she had, what Liam sensed of the remaining suitors, the best temperament for the role of his queen. The Queen Mother on the other hand was not as pleased with the match of course, as Madeleine lost the crown for a second, and final, time. Though she couldn't deny the qualities Lady Kiara possessed, which meant  ultimately she had no say.

Then Hana began to patiently answer Maxwell's incessant questions on things important to him which he did miss while ignoring his friend’s attempts to contact him. “Hana, has Liam really fallen out of love with Kristina? I mean I find it hard to believe considering all I saw with him in New York, and with her beyond. Bertrand and I were certain he was going to, well going to propose to her.” Maxwell looked at Hana in disbelief. Hana continued, “While Liam was certainly heartbroken losing the chance of possible true love, he still put his country first.” Drake added in a sort of bitter tone, “I don't think there was any surprise in that. Country and responsibilities first. No matter the circumstances, even if the love of his life was literally dragged out of the palace and sent back to America. Of course he would still choose country.”

Maxwell looks out the window before he speaks again. “Yeah Drake, but I still seriously cannot believe he just falls out of love and lets her go. That there was a Prince, going to be King, who seemed to be head over heels for Kristina, but she doesn't end up loving him or wanting him. That she supposedly loved me. Things like this don't happen. Especially for screw ups like me.” Hana saw the hurt the behind his his eyes and lightly put a hand on his knee, while Drake went to the mini bar. “Did I just waste that whole damn plane ride. You got off the plane on cloud nine and now we're basically back to square one. I need whisky.” Drake just shakes his head. Hana turns sharply to Drake while in a calm, even voice. “What, do you expect Drake. That Maxwell, who is just processing all of this would immediately suspend all his disbelief and uncertainty. Don't we all question the prospect of love even if we are hit with it by a two by four?” Drake turns to the window, “Fine, fine. Just get on with this.”

Hana continues. “With Kiara’s abilities made obvious to court, and figuring that he and Kiara were amiable, Liam decided that there was no way to know what the future could hold for himself and Kiara. She is a lovely woman with fantastic qualities for his Queen. So yes Maxwell, no matter if it was love or infatuation he had with the new possibilities of love I can believe that he chose Kiara honestly.” Maxwell contemplated the answers he was given and went to his next question. “So, if we find Tariq, get him to give the statement and convince Kristina to come home, how are we certain this works…” he hangs his head, “…for her and me?” Drake takes this one, “You don't. Who ever does, but if you give up after all I’ve done up to this point I will leave you here in LA, and have you find your own way back home. So quit the moping again, and just press on with all of this.” Hana sighs, “While Drake has a somewhat harsh and tangled point, we do just have to go by faith. But we know you love her, and as her best friend I truly believe in my heart that I’m right about her loving you.”

Hana continues. “ I can't deny that Liam will always hold a special place in his heart for Kristina, but things do change with time. Much to our surprise, Kiara amazed him by understanding his need for Kristina in his life. Not to be mistaken as any kind of “arrangement”, but Kiara sees a friendship for both Liam and herself with Kristina.” Maxwell interrupts, “But why? That makes no sense. Well, none of this sounds believable. Especially when there are kings and queens involved. How can I even have a place in this story? So Kiara is just ok with all this, and Liam accepts it all?” Drake looks at Hana and thinks to himself, How on earth is this woman so patient with him? “Maxwell, during the Social Season Kiara became to enjoy Kristina, and even formed an alliance with her. She also saw the bond that we,” Hana points to the three of them, “that we all share. Plus she is not a fool. She saw the spark in Kristina's eyes whenever you were together. You've got to admit you two spent pretty much everyday together. Reading people and their body language is kind of a major part of the diplomatic side of her. And with that Kiara doesn't see Kristina a threat. Plus, if we get Kristina back to you, we all benefit. That works for a woman with a diplomatic mind, like Kiara.”

Maxwell thinks for awhile, trying to believe all this information. Finally Drake breaks in, “Beaumont, I need more whiskey, so think on your own time. I say we walk the area to see where we are in reference to the locations we have for Tariq and then find a bar. With lots and lots of whiskey.” The two agree with him and leave the hotel. While Hana and Drake look at maps on their phones and discuss where they will start the search in the morning, Maxwell drops behind them with his mind going in a thousand different directions which are on top of the normal thousands of thoughts he has all the time. So, I need to try. Going home now would just be wrong, right? Yeah, I can do this. It may actually work out, and I’m already here and can't sit back anymore or I lose her for sure. Ok. Drake is right…I’m pressing on.

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

1997 [8]

Previous parts

Characters: Dean Winchester, twin sister!reader, Sam Winchester, characters from 4x13, OC characters.

Words: 1100+

Warnings: None that I can come up with right now.

A/N: Last part! This one is just to kind of round things off, to get closure, like I mentioned in the last part. Also, I’m sorry this took some time to get out, but I’ve just had a lot to do lately. Please excuse any grammar errors/spelling mistakes, I literally just finished writing this haha

Also, if you want something to listen to, try Video Games - Lana del Rey. It’s what I listened to while writing this and I just like the feel of the song ♡

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You closed your locker for the last time, letting your hand run over the smooth, cold metal. There were now no signs that you had ever owned it, it just looked like one out of the bunch, insignificant and plain.

You let your hand drop to your side and placed your backpack over one shoulder as you let your gaze scan the corridor. It was empty just like the night before, but this time with students behind the closed classroom doors. You could feel the presence of them. The corridor was light too, golden sunlight flooding in from the windows. It had an airy feel to it as well, as opposed to every other time you’d walked through it, especially last night.

Speaking of which, it felt like more time had passed since the hunt than just hours. It almost felt like a dream, like it never really happened. Although you had your sprained ankle as proof. But still, even that felt much better, kudos to an icepack at the motel and then an ibuprofen.

You heard footsteps coming your way and looked over your shoulder to see none other than Dean walking up to you. He had his backpack flung over his leather clad back as well, and wore a relieved look he couldn’t wipe off his face. He hadn’t stated it out loud, but you knew he was happy to leave this place. Apparently he’d had a ’fight’ with Amanda — meaning that she humiliated him — and he just wanted to get out of this school, and town, seeing as he really hadn’t bonded with anyone else, not like you had.

You, on the other hand, were a bit sad to leave to be honest. You had grown quite fond of the town and a certain person that came with it, and besides, you would have loved to have a chat with Amanda about her public speech to your twin that made him feel this embarrassed.

”Ready to leave?” Dean asked, his eyebrows rising slightly on his forehead in a questionable manner. Both of you knew that your dad wouldn’t be too happy if you kept him waiting.

This is how it always had been, and how it always will be. Your father and his job dragging you from town to town, and just when you had adapted, you were ripped away once again.

”Yeah,” you responded, although you didn’t really want to. 

What was it to do about it anyway?

Jeremy was in the middle of chemistry class when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He didn’t even know why, there was merely one movement when he was surrounded by some ten others. Jeremy simply just followed his intuition, and the sight he saw made him furrow his eyebrows until his brain reregistered a sight which made his stomach twist.

Because there were you and Dean, walking quietly down the empty, still corridor, when you should’ve had a lesson at this very moment.

Before Jeremy noticed the words leaving his mouth, he’d asked the unknowing chemistry teacher Mr. Glover to be excused. And then he bolted outside of the classroom into the corridor just in time to see the door of the school closing, an echo following behind.

With rapid steps, he jogged towards it, and once he reached it, he flung it open, eyes squinting against the brightness.

”(Y/N)!”

You swung around at his voice, shielding your eyes against the sunlight with a hand, gazing up at Jeremy from the foot of the short stairs outside of the entrance. Once you saw who it was, you walked back up said stairs, and came to stand in front of him with a smile decorating your face.

Dean, who also had turned around at his twin sister’s name, then continued his way towards the curb where another younger boy — that Jeremy recognized as Sam — stood waiting, ruffling his hair as he stopped besides the kid.

”Hey, Jer.”

“You leaving?” Jeremy asked, and he couldn’t keep all of the disappointment out of his eyes, some still seeped through.

”Yeah, my dad’s back.” You nodded as you put your hands in the back pockets of your jeans.

Jeremy nodded too, and for a moment he didn’t know what to say. Behind you, a sleek, black car pulled up and parked next to Sam and Dean, who got inside.

”How are you feeling?” You then questioned as your eyes ran over his face and head, looking for any injuries.

”Better. Slept it off,” Jeremy responded. ”What exactly happened last night?”

”Well, it’s a long story, but we ran into each other at school. I guess we just thought there was somebody else there — you know with everything that’s been happening — and you tripped and hit your head as we left. And then Dean and I just kinda led you home, you know?”

Jeremy nodded at the vague explanation, but you both knew — deep down — that it was a lie. Jeremy saw in your enigmatic eyes that it wasn’t the whole truth, and you saw the doubt in his. But neither of you acknowledged it, and smiled shyly at each other, before you looking down at your feet broke your stare.

A car honking put an end to Jeremy’s train of thoughts about whether what he remembered from last night was true or not, and brought him back to the moment.

”Well, I should go…” you began. ”It’s been really nice knowing you, Jer.”

”Yeah, you too…” Jeremy’s voice trailed off, as this sinking feeling overtook his chest.

You nodded, and then turned around to leave, but you didn’t get too far.

Because Jeremy took his chance, and grabbed a hold of your hand, and as you turned to him, he planted a kiss on your lips. It wasn't too romantic, and it was hectic since you really had to go, but at least he had done it. You knew how he felt. If this was his only chance, he wanted you to know that.

At first you looked shocked and then you smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile, but even though your eyes were full of sadness, it was still beautiful. You squeezed his hand, and let it go.

Then (Y/N) Winchester joined her twin brother Dean, little brother Sam and her — to Jeremy — still faceless father in the Impala, dark as the night. Jeremy Adams looked on, amber eyes following the girl with the worn denim jacket.

Inside the car, Sam took (Y/N)’s hand sympathetically, while Dean sent her an understanding, yet sad, look that said more than a hundred words. At least the three of them had each other.

Jeremy didn’t know if he’d ever see her again, and the thought made his stomach twist. At least he knew if she ever returned, he would be here. He would like to anyway, he thought to himself as he watched the Impala slowly and graciously roll away with a loud purr. 

Jeremy opened his hand, and saw the crumbled piece of paper. Flattening it out, he read the handwritten phone number. He shook his head as he knowingly smiled to himself.

The year was 1997, before everything really got bad.

I know that kiss and all was super cheesy but I was in the mood. This is also a pure example of why I don’t write romantic pairings along with a few other reasons. 

Also, you might be wondering why I decided to write the last part in third POV, but that was just cause I kind of wanted to tie it together with part one of the series, that was written in 3rd POV :)

Also, tell me what you thought of this series! I would love to hear about it.

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