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[viola-verse]

Fan Compilation Video: Samola Moments- Part One (?) by lalasgarden

Summary: 7 minutes of Samola (Sammy & Viola) moments all us flowers have been waiting for. All video clips have come from Viola's SEVENTEEN DAYS IN L.A: Part One (Coming Soon) vlog.

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A/N: Little late but Happy Woosung Day.

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Hello, welcome back to my channel or welcome to my channel if you're new here. Today I bring you a new Viola compilation video. I have gathered all my favourite clips of Viola & The Roses's Woosung from Viola's latest vlog - SEVENTEEN DAYS IN L.A: Part One. I suggest you go watch that if you haven't yet.  

Before we start, I just want to say, I am in no way shipping Sammy and Viola together. I created this video in appreciation of their friendship and the platonic love they have for one another. 

Now onto the video: 

The video starts video call between the two friends as they talk about Viola heading to Los Angeles for seventeen days to record some songs and shoot a music video for her next comeback. The two of them finally got permission to collaborate on two songs together.  

“Are you excited about coming to L.A?” Woosung is heard asking Viola, who nods, a mix of excitement and nervousness on her face. “This is your first time coming to L.A, right?”  

She nods again.  

Woosung seems to pick up on her nervousness, “You’ll be good,” he assures her. “I’ll be there with you. I’ve already promised [name redacted] that I’ll look after you.” 

As they continue their conversation, Viola shares her anticipation for the new experiences and opportunities that await her in Los Angeles. Their conversation is filled with mutual excitement and plans for their collaboration.  

I love their dynamic so much already. 

The screen then transitions to with Viola sitting on the plane, one of her managers sitting next to her, keeping her company. She’s always been a nervous flyer so the simple distraction her manager brings is welcomed warmly. 

“What are you most excited for?” her manager asks.  

“Aside from the experience, finally being able to work with Sammy,” she replies, honestly. “After he worked with one of our mutual friends, we started talking about working together if I ever came back to the idol life.” 

“And now here you are,” Her manager nods understandingly, the conversation flowing smoothly and easing her nerves. 

“Here I am,” she smiles. 

The scene changes again to Viola in her hotel room, getting ready to head to the studio that will be her new home for the next seventeen days. “Once I’m ready I’ll be heading to the studio we’ve booked out for my time here. I think Sammy is meeting us there today?” she asks, looking at her manager to make sure that is indeed what is happening today. The manager nods confirming it. “And then we’re going to go from-” 

She’s interrupted when there is a knock on the door. The door opens to reveal none other than Sammy himself, a warm smile on his face as he greets a surprised Viola, pulling her in for a friendly hug. Her manager, witnessing the reunion, smiles and steps back to give them a moment.  

“I thought we were meeting at the studio,” she says hugging him tightly. 

Sammy chuckles, "I couldn't wait to see you, so I thought I'd surprise you and come pick you up. Are you ready to go?"  

Viola nods and gathers her things before the manager takes them only leaving her with her bag and phone. 

My heart. The way he surprised her. I love that he did that. You could see she was nervous but as soon as she saw her bestie, she relaxed. The next scene I love even more. 

It changes to when Woosung and Viola are in the studio with a couple producers, both hunched over a coffee table, notebooks, paper and pens scattered everywhere. Their voices echo softly in the studio, mingling with the hum of instruments as they experiment with sounds and go through the lyrics that they have already written down, changing them when a better idea enters their mind and doing everything it takes to write two songs. The video giving the viewers a small look into their creative process and how the two friends who share the same passion works together. Their chemistry is obvious but there is nothing romantic about it. 

Their voices blend so well together.  

The video then starts to switch between scenes where they finish writing the songs and are recording them. “I’m going to go over the last verse one more time,” Viola says from inside the recording booth as she records her parts to the first song, Wrong Time. A ballad about being the right person at the wrong time and having to walk away from it. “The emotion felt a bit off.” 

“It’s already perfect,” Woosung reassures from the control panel. He of all people knows she’s a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to her songs. It’s one of the things that makes her a good songwriter. “But you can do it one more time if you want to.” 

She gives them a thumbs up and the producer starts playing the music again. Viola’s voice once again fills the booth and this time you can tell she’s happier with it. 

The scene transitions to Woosung in the recording booth, with Viola seated next to the producer. Her eyes are closed as she nods along to the music, immersing herself in Woosung’s vocals. 

As the final notes resonate through the studio, Viola opens her eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She leans over and presses the button, speaking to Woosung, “I think that’s it on the first song.” 

“I think so too,” he replies with his own satisfied smile. 

I’m going to say it again; their voices go so well together. I don’t care what anybody else says.  

It’s a couple days later in the next scene. Woosung has taken Viola out for dinner to celebrate them finishing recording their songs. The restaurant's warm, ambient light casts a gentle glow on their faces as they share stories and laughter.  

“How are you feeling about having to dance with me for the music video?” Viola asks him, her voice taking on a serious tone, making sure he’s okay with it. 

"I think it’ll be fun," he assures her, taking a sip of his drink. "I feel like I would be letting you down if I didn’t do some kind of dancing,” he adds, his eyes sparkle with mischief. “Been practicing my Lazy moves.” 

Viola then joking starts singing his song Lazy and doing the moves herself. They both burst into laughter, drawing the attention of a few nearby diners. 

I love them so much. That’s all I have to say. On to the last clip where we have a guest appearance by Dojoon. 

The final clip shows the pair once again in the studio, finishing up their second song when they get a surprise call from Dojoon, Woosung’s bandmate. They pause their session to take some time to talk to their friend. 

“I hope Sammy is treating you well, Lala,” Dojoon smiles. Viola had last talked to Dojoon a week before she came to L.A when they had dinner together with a few friends.  

“You know he is,” Viola smiles leaning on Woosung’s shoulder to be in the frame. “We’ve been talking about doing another collaboration, but it’ll be Viola and The Rose, not just Woosung.”  

“Or it could be Viola and the rest of The Rose. Sammy’s had his turn,” Dojoon teases.  

Woosung makes a sound in protest while Viola laughs. The playful banter between Woosung, Viola, and Dojoon is infectious. The call eventually ends when the duo has to get back to recording. 

Someone should petition for Woosung and Viola to work together again. When I say someone, I mean me. 

Anyway, that’s it for this video, let me know if you’d like a part 2 with more Samola moments from SEVENTEEN DAYS IN L.A or Samola moments in general. Don’t forget to like and subscribe. It really helps me out. 

see you soon!

View all comments:

samolastan I admit I shipped these two romantically when the rumours were going around but it's evident that it's alway just been platonic with them. He's just another brother to her.

violasuniverse I agree, their voices do blend well together!

sammylover I was reminded of when Viola covered She's in the Rain, now hearing her sing Lazy, I want her to cover that too.

woosung4eva yall must be blind if you can't see that Wrong Time is clearly about Viola and Woosung's relationship.

lalasgarden @/woosung4eva I have my theories on who Viola wrote it about and it's definitely not Woosung, in my opinion.

woohan01 more samola/woohan moments please!

ogviolettes I love their friendship. Anyone else wondering who [name redacted] is?

violafan001 @/ogviolettes it's gotta be her husband. We all already know that the mutal friend Woosung worked with is Yoongi. Maybe her husband is also a mutual friend.

lalasgarden @/ogviolettes I have my theories. I might make a video on it.

iheartviola petition for Viola to cover Lazy? I remember her saying it's one of her favourite Woosung songs.

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[bymiar]

I'm about to go back to school and maybe I won't have that much time to post so I leave you another drawing of Sam in Uekawa's artstyle while I get ready to study again :<

Glowing eyes ver.

Still, I've increased my posting speed lately, so I doubt this will be the last you hear from me for a while...

[toshiro-taichou]

Cute little demons

The cute little demons of Devildom.

The next generation:

Lucian (belongs to @obeymelya)

Undertaker (belongs to me)

Alina (belongs to @obeymelya)

These next generation cuties are to be feared from their cuteness.

[jerzwriter]

The Big ONE

Happy Birthday to little Samantha, who turned one on April 20th!

I asked @/artbyainna (IG) to help create artwork to commemorate the special occasion, and I'm simply squealing at the results! While Tobias and Casey are captivated with their little angel, Pietro is all too happy to jump in and get a bit of that cake he's been eyeing all afternoon! I'm just blown away by this!

I wrote a fic highlighting a few moments during Sammy's big day below. I hope you enjoy the sugary sweetness as much as I do!

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Characters: Vivian Carrick (F!OC), Jordan Carrick (M!OC), Rose and David MacTavish (OCs), the OH gang, and of course, Pietro - the original cat. Rating: Teen Words: 1,700 A/N: @choicesaprilchallenge24 / Kitchen Table

Standing at her kitchen sink didn't typically usher in so much joy, but then, today wasn't any ordinary day. Casey's heart was full as she peered out the kitchen window into her backyard. It was tiny by suburban standards, but in Boston, it may as well have been an acre. The storms that had been forecasted earlier in the week held off, and the bright sun and azure blue skies provided the perfect canopy for their guests who came to celebrate.

The telltale rattle of the backdoor handle interrupted the silence, and Casey turned to find her husband coming inside. He looked so gorgeous in the fitted pink shirt he bought just for this occasion that she didn't initially catch his expression. Was it bewilderment? Vexation? She couldn't quite make it out.

He reached into the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Sam Adams. Popping the cap off, he leaned against the counter and shook his head.

"I can't believe there's a freaking petting zoo in my yard."

Casey chuckled as she closed the distance between them, her head coming to rest on his shoulder as her arms encircled his waist.

"It’s not like you weren’t warned... albeit inadvertently.”

“Still...” he sighed.

“You know, from what I’ve heard, this place was a perpetual petting zoo in the past. Of course, it wasn’t the G-rated type, but even so... this shouldn't be so foreign to you.”

She closed her eyes and pressed closer against him, relishing the way his chest reverberated against her as he laughed.

“While the stories of my past can be a bit on the wild side, they tend to be overexaggerated, my dear.”  

Casey squeezed him tighter. “I can’t believe our baby girl is a year old already.”

“I know,” Tobias replied with amazement. “It all went by in a flash.”

“It did,” Casey agreed. “Although, some of the nights felt like they lasted an eternity. Especially in the beginning. God, sometimes I didn’t think I’d survive.”

“You?” Tobias marveled. “No way! You had the whole motherhood thing down pat from the start. You're a natural, babe.”

“A natural?” She laughed. “Are you kidding me? From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I was a hyperventilating mess!" Her hands rubbed along the silky fabric covering his chest, and her voice filled with emotion. “If not for your bright outlook and constant support, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. You’re my rock, T.”

The tender moment was interrupted when the door handle rattled again, and several of their friends stepped inside.

“Jesus!” Jackie groaned. “Do you two ever stop with that lovey-dovey shit?”

“Aw! Leave them alone!” Sienna smiled. “I think they’re adorable.”

“I might be more accepting of that adorable title if it was any random day,” Bryce interjected. “But what the hell are you doing inside with this kissy face crap when you have a freaking petting zoo and bouncy house in your yard?”

“Yeah,” Tobias chuckled. “Ma didn’t read the memo when we said we wanted a simple party with our friends."

“She also didn’t get that none of our friends have children, and Sammy’s too young for friends of her own... I don’t know that we needed all this.”

“Are you kidding?” Bryce gasped in horror. Vivian is a goddess! I’ve been in the bouncy house for the past hour, and that little wallaby out there is now my best friend. You two really need to come out.”

“Oh, I will so be in the bouncy house before this day is over!” Casey enthused.

“And I’ll be there to gleefully record every second,” Tobias winked. “But we’re going to set up to have the cake in here now.”

A peal of laughter wafted in through the open window, and everyone looked outside to see Sammy flying through the air—her face aglow as she giggled with abandon.

“Give her back to me!” Tobias’s brother, Jordan, insisted as Ethan swung the little one around again.

“Sorry,” Ethan responded. “She’s made her position clear. I’m her favorite uncle. You’ll just have to acclimate to being number two, Jordan.”

“Number two,” Bryce blurted as he was about to stick his hand into the nacho dip. “He’s not number two! And Ethan’s not number one! Sorry guys, I have to get out there and reclaim my ground!”

Jackie heaved out a sigh. “I suppose I should go supervise the children.”

“And I’ll make sure she doesn’t hurt anyone,” Sienna said, quick on her friend's heels.

Tobias slid behind Casey, wrapping his strong arms around her as they watched the joyful scene unfolding outside.

“Oh, no! Our parents are getting in on this now,” Casey observed as Tobias kissed her shoulder. “We better go retrieve Sammy before she's more spoiled than she is already."

"Nah," Tobias declined. "She's in very good hands, and I want just one more moment alone with my beautiful wife."

Casey turned around in Tobias's arms and gently kissed him, but he turned that little kiss into one with decidedly more passion.

"Keep that up, and we'll end up with baby number two," she giggled.

"Damn, she's on to my plan," he winked.

~~~~

A short time later, the circus had moved inside as the guests crowded into the family's living room to open gifts.

“I was told we were coming inside for cake,” Bryce pouted. 

Vivian, seated next to him, promptly slapped his knee.

“OW!”

“It’s presents before cake, Lahela. Everyone knows that.”

“I don’t think Sammy would mind either way,” he replied but acquiesced when he saw how happy the little girl was ripping into the gift wrap on her presents.

“Look!” Sienna said, tapping Casey’s Mom, Rose, on the shoulder. “She loves the stuffed pony you got her!”

“She does,” Rose beamed. “Although Grandma Vivian supplied the real pony in the yard!”

“Yeah,” Casey’s father, David, laughed. “We’ll have to up our game next year, hon. Vivian here is stealing our thunder.”

“NO!” Tobias and Casey yelled in unison.

“Don’t worry,” Tobias insisted. “My mother is going to be banished from next year’s celebration! We can have some normalcy.”

“Like hell I will be!” she spat as Jordan roared with laughter.

“Please, you have a better chance of Derek Jeter being elected mayor of Boston than you do of Ma missing any of Sammy’s birthdays.”

“That’s right! This fool made me wait almost four decades to be a grandma, I'm not missing any of it now!"

Tobias wrapped his arm around his mother’s shoulders and squeezed her close. “I know you wouldn’t, Ma. And we wouldn't want you to, but... can we celebrate without so many animals next year?”

“I don’t know,” Vivian smirked. “I think it would be wrong not to include your friends.”

~~~~~

A pile of opened gifts sat stacked neatly in the corner as little Pietro played happily with the bits of colorful gift wrap that remained taped to the boxes. But the cat wasn’t the only one excited; after all, it was finally time for CAKE!

“Casey, you look great!” Jordan stated. “But, Tobias, I need you to move a bit to the right.”

“For God's sake,” Tobias groused. “Can you just take the picture already?"

“Can we start singing?” Vivian asked. "I want to sing to my grandbaby."

“As soon as I get this picture,” Jordan replied. “All right! Casey, Tobias... perfect! Now, everyone, help me get Sammy to look this way.”

Everyone gathered behind Jordan, making faces, clapping their hands, and doing all they could to get the precious little girl to look their way. But Sammy only had eyes for one thing... the fluffy pink birthday cake that was just outside of her reach. That is until her feline best friend hopped on the table, stealing her attention and leaving her squealing with delight.

Casey lifted him, placing him gently back on the floor. “Not on the table, Pietro.”

“Yeah!” Jackie replied smugly. “No cake for you.”

The cat hissed at his nemesis as the clamoring to get Sammy to look at the camera continued.

“Oh, for the love of God,” Tobias bewailed. “Can you just take the picture!”

“I sure can,” Jordan nodded. “On the count of three! One... two... three!”

But just as her uncle snapped the photo, Sammy lurched forward and grabbed a fistful of the cotton candy colored icing, and when Tobias attempted to intervene, he ended up with a tiny fistful of sticky, sugary goodness splattered onto his face. A family photo that would be celebrated for generations to come was born.

Beaming, Tobias lifted Sammy off Casey’s lap as her chubby little hands mashed the icing deeper into her father’s beard.

Laughing, Casey pulled her phone out of her pocket to snap some shots of her own. “Our little girl has you wrapped around her finger, T!”

Tobias reached over and pulled Casey close; the sticky icing became a family affair when he kissed her cheek. “She sure does. Just like her, Momma!”

Amidst all the chaos, Pietro saw an opportunity, and he took it! Leaping onto the table, he stuck his paws into the cake and delighted in his sugary bonanza until Casey spotted him out of the corner of her eye.

“Pietro! No!” she hollered as Jackie, the only one who had seen the cat on the table, broke out laughing.

“You saw him and didn’t rat him out?” Casey teased. "What's happened to you?"

Jackie merely shrugged. “You have to admire him. He wanted something, saw an opening, and took it. I’m not about to turn him in for that.”

"Are you and that cat... bonding?" Casey asked.

"I guess Sammy's birthday is capable of miracles."

~~~~~ 

Hours later, after the final guest had gone home, Casey and Tobias snuggled together on the couch. Sammy slept in her playpen just feet away while Pierto kept a protective watch over her. Despite being exhausted, the proud parents couldn’t wipe the grins off their faces.

“This was such a great day,” Casey smiled. “I knew it would be, but it exceeded all expectations.”

“It was a really great day,” Tobias agreed. “And I think Ma only violated three town ordinances by insisting a wallaby was included in the petting zoo."

“She didn’t break any ordinances,” Casey laughed, her eyes suddenly going wide. “At least, not any that we know of.”

“Well, if she did, we successfully evaded charges, and that's all I can ask for."

“Mmmm,” Casey hummed, snuggling closer to him. “So, do you still want to add another Carrick to all this craziness?”

Tobias sat up, his interest piqued. “Damn straight, I do. Honestly, I want our girls to be close together. Jordan and I had a big age difference, and I’d like Sammy to grow up with her sister, you know?”

“Tobias,” Casey chuckled. “You know we have no way of knowing if we'd have another girl!”

His eyes lit up, and that little dimple Casey found so irresistible took center stage. “Oh, yes, I do. Now the big question... are you ready to have bambina number two?”

Casey sunk back into the fluffy couch cushions with a smile. “Soon? Maybe we can start trying around the end of summer. You know, it might not happen right away, but if we start then, maybe Sammy can have a little sister... or brother... by the end of next year. What do you say?"

“First, sister,” Tobias grinned. “And it will happen right away. Look at how fast it happened with Sammy.”

“Babe, we weren’t planning on Sammy.”

“Exactly,” Tobias grinned, holding Casey close. "I work that damn well when we weren't even trying... you just wait until we are."

Sammy made a funny little noise, and when Mom and Dad realized she was just having a happy dream, they returned to holding each other close.

"Well, I feel a lot better right now than I did a year ago at this time," Casey stated. "I mean, a day of family and friends is a cakewalk next to labor and delivery."

"Yet, you're willing to do it again," Tobias chuckled.

"Yeah, I think I'll make it through," she smiled. "I love our little family, T."

"So do I," he said with a kiss on her forehead. "And I love you."

~~~~~

That's some serious sweetness here, my friends! I hope you enjoyed it... Pietro sure did!

@choicesficwriterscreations @choicesaprilchallenge24 @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[swinglifeaway19]

Roleplay Partner Search

Hi there! 

My friends call me Sammy. I've been roleplaying for roughly fifteen years, started on Quizilla ( rip ) and have been writing ever since. I work a full time job, Monday - Friday that takes up the most of my time during the week. Weekends are spent with my boyfriend and friends.Most of my roleplay responses will be weekday evenings & Sunday nights. I'm available most of the time to chitchat or headcanon if that's your jam. I love making friends with my writing partners. Communication is key. 

18+ Please. Am adult. Children stay away. 

Probably over Discord? Unless you have a better suggestion. PM me and we can discuss. 

Doubling friendly and doubling encouraged.   I always play a female oc and a character of your choosing. If you want canon ships for your side, cool. I dont mind. You have an oc that you want to pair with a canon character? Even better. Tell me everything.  

Length. The longer the reply,  the longer it takes for me to reply. I dont really have a length limit, I can match whatever you throw at me, but I'd rather have a shorter reply full of meaningful sentences that move the roleplay along than a long reply full of fluff, ya know? 

Plot > Smut. I dont mind smut, I just need it to not be the sole focus. 

Its been forever since I've made one of  these so I'm probably forgetting something. If you have questions/comments/concerns, feel free to shoot me a message. 

Below are fandoms I'm currently looking for. Bold is who I would like to play against. Italics are characters I'm comfortable playing ( some fandoms have a crap load of characters, if you dont see someone you want in italics, please just ask if I can play them. More often than not, it's a yes). 

A Court of Thorns and Roses series - Completed( Lucien Vanserra, Eris Vanserra, Azriel) [ Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand , Eris Vanserra, Tarquin, ask for more ]

ACOTAR x Throne of Glass Crossover - I would kill to play the child of Manorian, pairing them off with Elucien child. Plot with me pleeeeeeeeease. 

Stephen King's It - Novel, TV Ministries, Chapter 1 & 2 Completed. highly prefer to rp when they are adults, though we can flashback/headcanon platonic moments from when they were kids. ( Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon )[ Any of the Losers ]

One Piece - Live Action. Through Zouin Anime ( Roranoa  Zoro. Trafalgar D Water Law. Vinsmoke Sanji )[ Any Straw Hat, Buggy, Mihawk, Shanks, theres a lot of characters so ask ]

Yu Yu Hakusho - Anime Completed. ( Kurama, Hiei, Yusuke )[ Kurama, Hiei, Yusuke, Kuwabara. Ask about anyone else but willing to try ] 

Stranger Things - Caught up. ( Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Steven Harrington ) [Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jim Hopper ]

Hunger Games - Original Trilogy Novels & Movies Completed. Willing to do original plot. ( Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair )[ Mostly anyone save for Snow ]

Teen Wolf ( Theo Raeken, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski )[ mostly anyone ]

Until Dawn ( Mike Munroe, male oc )[ anyone ]

[trip-the-cal-fantastic]

Sick Day

Sam Kiszka x F!OC (Olivia Reynolds)

MDNI!!

Genre: Fluff and sickfic

Word Count ~ 3.6k

Warnings: Swearing, use of pet-names (Baby, sweetie, sweetheart, sugar, and honey), they refer to each other as mom and dad to Rosebud, use of medication (Tylenol), Sammy is sick :(

Olivia had been out on the town with Sam’s beloved dog, Rosebud, exploring farmer’s markets, vintage antique shops, and thrift stores since 9 a.m. She was up way before Sam that morning and didn’t dare try to wake him. That man could sleep through a freight train passing a foot away from his head. Olivia made the better decision to let him sleep as long as he wanted, this being the first full day of him being home from tour. So, she and Rosie left the house to give him as much quiet as he needed this Saturday. Sam was exhausted when he came in from the airport the night before, the leftover eyeliner from the last show still smudged around his beautiful, tired eyes. Before she took off, Olivia left him a note on the counter that read: 

Took Rose out for a girls day

Get some rest, sweetheart

Love you!

Olivia ended up running into a friend from high school and having lunch at an outdoor café with her. They visited for a long time, and when Olivia and Rose had returned home, the sun had set and Sam had dragged himself from the bedroom. Olivia walked through the front door, hung her keys on their designated hook, and gently kicked her shoes off, placing them against the wall where they belonged. She unclipped Rose’s leash from her collar and set her service dog vest on the small table by the door.

Sam’s shoes were still haphazardly discarded in the middle of the entryway from the night before. Olivia pushed the big, oak door closed and flipped the deadbolt, nearly tripping over Sam’s abandoned sandals. “Samuel Francis. How many times do I have to ask you not to leave your shoes in the walkway?” Her voice carried through the walls, gaining nothing in response. The only light in the house was the little bit of moonlight shining through the window curtains and the sporadic flashes of color coming from the television, the sound of Robin Hood: Men in Tights droning on in the background. 

“Sammy?” Olivia made her way into the kitchen, setting the various bags from her adventures on the island counter. Rose followed close behind, heading straight for her water bowl. Olivia turned the kitchen lights on and put everything that needed refrigerated away, repeating the same routine with things that needed put into the cabinets. She left the clothing items she had purchased on the counter to deal with them later, finally noticing Sam’s feet hanging over the end of the sofa. “Rosie. Go get dad.” Rose immediately ran into the living room and sat next to the couch, nudging Sam’s hand with her nose and licking his fingers. He lightly stirred at the feeling, but didn’t wake. 

Olivia stood in the doorway of the family room, leaning against the wall and admiring Sam’s lanky form sprawled on the couch. He was on his back, his right arm hanging off the edge, and his left arm thrown over his eyes. He had a pair of gray and white striped sweatpants on, but his torso was bare. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyelids scrunched every so often. Olivia moved to sit next to Sam’s hip, lightly tracing the shape of his birthmark under his left arm. She lightly pushed his arm off of his face and pressed a kiss to his forehead, noting how warm he felt to the touch. 

Sam let out a small huff of air before his eyes fluttered open, a small smile forming on his lips when he realized Olivia was there. “Livvie. Hey. You’re home.” His voice was rough and gravelly. He sat up with a small wince, his brows pinched together as he cleared his throat. 

Olivia leaned forward, gently cupping Sam’s cheek in her palm and pressing her lips to his. He felt a little too warm for Olivia’s comfort. Now that there was extra light pooling in from the kitchen, she could see how flushed his skin was. “Hi, baby.”

Rose jumped onto the couch with her tail wagging and licked the side of his face. Sam gave a crackley chuckle and scratched her head. “Hi, Rosie. I missed you, too. Did you have fun with mom today?” Rose shook herself out, eliciting laughs from both Sam and Olivia. He reached out and gently slipped his hand under Olivia’s self-cropped shirt, brushing his fingertips over her ribcage. “How was your girl's day, sugar?” 

“Great! We found so many little cute markets and antique shops. Rosie got plenty of treats today. Everyone loved her.” Olivia giggled and tapped Rose’s nose. “I ran into an old friend from high school, too. We grabbed lunch at this café on the corner of 5th and Madison. It was adorable and the food was fantastic. We’ve gotta go sometime. I got a few new sweaters from a thrift store and got you a jacket I think you’re gonna like.” As she spoke, Sam slowly leaned back, resting his head against the arm of the couch again. His eyes fluttered shut as his hand on Olivia’s side gradually slid down to her hip. He cleared his throat again, but the sound was rougher this time.

She breathed a laugh through her nose and leaned down, resting her chin on Sam’s chest. She reached up and poked his cheek, making his lips turn up in a small, tired smirk. “Am I boring you, Sammy?”

“Hm? Oh. No, Livvie.” His eyes blinked open as he looked down at her. Rose, wanting to take part in the family cuddle party, laid her head next to Olivia, who laid her arm over Rose and tilted her head to rest against the dog’s. Sam rubbed his hand over Olivia’s shoulder. “I’m listening, sweetie. I promise. I just don’t feel very good.”

This made Olivia sit up, not expecting him to admit that he felt sick, but she was grateful that he did. Normally, she would have to pry at Sam if she even thought he was ill. Olivia rested her palm flat on his forehead, trying to gauge his temperature. “Poor thing. I thought you felt warm, but I didn’t want to say anything, sweetheart.”

Sam nuzzled his face against her hand. “Your hands are so cold. Feels good, honey.” Olivia brought her left hand up, cupping both sides of his face and brushing her thumbs over his flushed cheeks. She ran her thumb over his bottom lip, earning another smirk from Sam. He brought his hands up to her wrists, tracing his thumbs over the backs of her hands. “Will you lay with me, sugar? I feel like I haven’t seen you since the seventies.”

Olivia snorted a laugh through her nose. “Seventies seems a bit dramatic, baby.”

“Okay, fine. The eighties.” This pulled another laugh from Olivia. Sam tried to laugh along, but it quickly turned into a harsh cough that ripped through his throat followed by a groan. He rubbed a hand over his chest as he swallowed and let his head fall back against the arm of the couch. “Ow.”

Olivia rested her hand over Sam’s on his chest. “Oh, honey. Let me get you to the bedroom and I’ll take your temperature.” She stood from the couch and took both of Sam’s hands in hers, carefully hauling him up to his feet. Rose jumped off of the couch and followed them down the hall, her little nails clacking on the wood. It was like she knew Sam was sick.

Sam sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and then laid back across the mattress horizontally. He coughed into his elbow and splayed his arms out to either side. Rose jumped onto the bed next to him, trying to lick his face. “Quit that, Rosebud.” Sam let out a raspy laugh, followed by a sharp cough. “I feel like shit, sweetie.” 

Olivia disappeared into the bathroom, digging through the medicine cabinet. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. Does anything hurt?” She stepped back into the bedroom, holding the thermometer and a bottle of Tylenol in her hands.

Sam took a moment to assess his body. “Nothing hurts, necessarily. My head, a little. I just feel achy. And hot and cold at the same time.” He rested his hand on Olivia’s hip as she sat next to him. He closed his eyes when the thermometer was pressed against his forehead. The device beeped twice, the number flashing on the small, LED screen. “What’s the verdict, sugar?”

“101.2. That’s a fever, sweetheart.” Olivia leaned down and pressed her lips to the tip of Sam’s nose. She helped him sit up and laid him back against the pillows, pulling the comforter out from under his legs and laying it over him. “I’m gonna go get your water bottle. Do you need anything else?”

Sam shook his head and closed his eyes as Olivia left the room. She found Sam’s metal water bottle in the living room and brought it to the kitchen, filling it from the spout in the fridge. Olivia grabbed her phone from where it sat on the island counter and opened her contacts, pressing Sam’s mom’s name and holding the phone to her ear while it rang.

“Hello?” Karen’s voice cut through on the other line.

“Hey, Mama Kay. How are you?” Olivia screwed the lid back onto the bottle and turned to the one of the cabinets with the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder. 

“I’m good, babydoll. How are you and Sammy?”

“I am doing great. Sam’s a little under the weather, which is actually why I called.”

Karen frowned slightly. “Oh no. Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s alright. Cough and a fever. I think it’s a mix of jet lag and constantly being in different cities.” 

“My poor boy. Make sure he’s resting and drinking water or tea.”

Olivia nodded even though Karen couldn’t see her. “He is. I just filled his bottle and I’m gonna have him take Tylenol to bring the fever down. I wanted to make him some soup tomorrow and he mentioned one time that your chicken noodle recipe was his favorite. Is there any way you could send it to me?”

“Oh, absolutely! I’ll take a picture of the recipe card and send it to you. And, by the way, when he’s sick, he likes to watch that stupid Robin Hood movie with Cary Elwes and Richard Lewis. Says the laughter makes him feel better.”

 “That explains it. He fell asleep on the couch watching that when I got home.” Olivia softly giggled. “I love that dork.”

Karen let out a hearty chuckle. “I’ll get that recipe to you, dear. Give Sammy a hug for me, okay?”

Olivia smiled. “Of course, Mama Kay. Thank you so much.” 

“You’re welcome, sweet girl. See you later, Olivia.”

“Bye, Karen.” Olivia set her phone back down on the counter after she hung up. She took Sam’s water bottle back to the bedroom, pushing the door open quietly to find Sam slumped against the pillows with his eyes half opened. “Hey, baby.”

Sam groaned in response. Rose was sprawled out next to him with her head resting on his lap. She shifted slightly and let out a sigh.

Olivia sat next to Sam’s hip, giving him a sympathetic pout, reaching out and scratching Rose’s head. She handed the water bottle to Sam and grabbed the Tylenol, shaking out two pills into his hand. “Take these and drink your water. Do you want to finish your movie?”

Sam nodded and downed the pills, chasing them with his water. Olivia found the remote to the bedroom tv and opened one of the streaming services she and Sam had. She found Robin Hood: Men in Tights and pressed play, fast forwarding to where Sam had left off earlier in the living room. Sam smiled softly and took Olivia’s hand in his. “I watch this movie every time I don’t feel good. The laughter makes me feel better.” Olivia traced her thumb over Sam’s knuckles, stifling a laugh. Sam shot her a confused glance. “What’s so funny over there?”

Olivia let out a soft giggle. “Nothing. That’s exactly what your mom said, but she called the movie stupid.” She watched Sam’s face as a look of slight hurt crossed his features. “Oh, honey.” Olivia cupped his face in her hands, making him look at her. “It’s not stupid. She didn’t mean it like that, sweetheart.” She leaned down and pulled Sam into a warm hug. “That’s from her. She wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings, Sammy. Especially not when you’re sick.”

Sam returned the hug, burying his flushed and sweaty face into Olivia’s neck, his light chuckle muffled by her skin. “The hug makes it a little better.” He slowly pulled away, laying back against his pillow with a soft groan. He coughed harshly into his elbow and turned his attention back to the movie. 

Olivia pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and stood from the bed. “I’ve got some papers to grade in the office for Monday.” She nodded towards Sam’s phone on the nightstand. “Text me if you need something. Get some rest, okay, sweetheart? I love you.”

Sam nodded and coughed again. “Okay. I love you, sugar.”

Olivia gave him a small smile and made her way out of the room, flicking the light switch off and leaving the door slightly ajar so she could hear, just in case. She stepped into the home office that was directly across the hall from the bedroom, leaving the door open all the way. She turned the vintage floor lamp that stood in the corner on and sat at the desk, starting to grade the stack of papers. Olivia was a second grade teacher and her class had just started learning to add two digit numbers. She went through each paper, marking them with a different colored pen for each student.  

After an excruciating two hours of grading, Olivia stood from the desk chair, stretching her back and rolling her neck from side to side. She gathered the pile of papers and gently shoved them into a filing folder, which was then stuffed into her work backpack. “Those little heathens.” Olivia smiled to herself as she zipped the bag closed and set it on the desk for Monday morning. She glanced at the clock on the wall, just now noticing how late it had become while she was working. “Jesus. 11:52? Really?” She muttered to herself as she checked the time on her phone, just to check if that was right. Unfortunately, it was in fact 11:52 p.m. Olivia ran her hand over her face and yawned, taking the time to realize just how tired she was. 

She switched the floor lamp off and crossed the hall into the bedroom, quietly pushing the door open so she didn’t wake Sam. He was still on his back, his head lolled to the left and his right arm holding the comforter up to his nose. His right leg was the only part of him uncovered, the limb thrown on top of the blanket. Sam’s lips were slightly parted, the quietest of snores and tired mumbles escaping them. Rose was upside down next to him, fast asleep with her paws in the air. Olivia had to stifle her laughter as pulled out her phone to take a picture of Sam and Rosie. She quickly and quietly changed out of her day clothes and into a pair of short-shorts and one of Sam’s old t-shirts. She found the remote to the TV and pressed the power button, bathing the room in complete darkness.

Olivia made her way to the door, stopping and whispering, despite Sam being practically dead to the world. “Goodnight, Samuel. Feel better, sweetheart.” She walked out to the living room, tossing a throw pillow into the corner of the couch and grabbing a quilt from the basket next to the recliner. She made herself as comfortable as possible, curling up on the cushions and letting her exhaustion from the day wash over her as her eyes closed on their own.

~

Olivia woke up feeling rejuvenated somehow. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head with a yawn. She grabbed her phone from the end table, seeing a notification that Karen had sent the recipe for her chicken noodle soup. Olivia threw the quilt back, the morning air chilling her body. She made her way to the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker and grabbing her mug that hung on the small rack next to the machine. She checked the time on the stove. 10:18 a.m., and no sign of Sam. As the coffee brewed, Olivia dug around the cabinets, breathing out a sigh of relief when she found that she had everything she needed for the soup. 

She padded down the hall, gently pushing the bedroom door open. Sam was lying diagonally on the bed on his stomach in arguably the most comfortable position to sleep in. His left leg was straight, but his right was bent, his legs forming the shape of a 4. His right hand was tangled in his hair and his left arm was extended out to his side. At the sound of the door opening, Rosebud perked her head up. “Come on, Rosie girl. Let’s go outside.” Rose leaped off of the bed and followed Olivia back down the hallway to the back door. After she finished her business, Olivia let her back inside, the coffee machine beeping as they reached the kitchen.

Olivia poured the coffee into her mug, adding in milk and creamer before stirring it and taking a sip. She closed her eyes as the warmth spread through her. She set her mug down, grabbing a large pot from the cabinet under the island and beginning to follow the directions on Karen’s recipe. Rose sat at Olivia’s feet, looking up at her and wagging her tail expectantly. Olivia scratched her head and laughed. “You’re probably hungry, huh?” Rose barked and Olivia giggled again. “Shh, Rosebud. Dad’s sleeping.” She grabbed the dog’s food bowl and gave her a generous scoop of the kibble. “Here you go, sweet girl.” Olivia went back to making the soup, the butter, vegetables, and chicken in the pot now ready for the broth to be added. She followed Karen’s recipe to a tee, adding in all of the ingredients as written.

An hour later, the soup was almost ready and Sam groggily shuffled into the kitchen. “G’morning, sugar. Whatever that is smells fantastic.” His hoarse voice filled the air as he slipped his arms around Olivia’s waist, placing tiny kisses on her neck. She hummed and leaned back into him as he spoke quietly. “Is it even still morning?”

Olivia giggled, checking the clock. “You’ve got 6 minutes. Good morning, honey.” She turned her head, lightly pecking his cheek, and then turning back to the pot that she was stirring. Sam swayed her back and forth slightly, resting his chin on her shoulder, his arms holding her against him. Olivia felt the weight of his head on her shoulder slowly grow heavier. “Here. Try this, Sammy.” She held the spoon up to his mouth, turning to face him when he didn’t move. His eyes were closed, light and even breaths leaving his slightly parted lips. 

Olivia smiled and giggled to herself, careful not to move too much. “Sam…” She whispered into his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. She lightly tapped the tip of his nose, causing his eyes to flutter open. Sam blinked a couple of times and sighed. “You can go back to bed if you want, baby.”

Sam shook his head, slowly pulling away from Olivia as he coughed into his elbow. He moved to sit in one of the barstools at the island, resting his head against his fist. He watched as Olivia dished up a bowl of the soup and placed it in front of him. “Thank you, sweetie. This looks delicious.” Sam dipped his spoon into the soup and blew on it before taking a bite. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the soup wash over him with a small hum. “Oh, my god. Livvie.” He looked up to her with a watery-eyed smile. “This is… amazing. It tastes just like mom’s. She used to make this for me, Josh, Jake, and Ronnie when we would get sick.”

Olivia smiled and tucked her hands under her chin. “Really? I tried my best. It’s her recipe. I called her last night because you said it was your favorite one time and I wanted to make it for you.” Sam stood from the barstool, softly cupping her face with both hands and smashing his lips to hers. Olivia smiled into the kiss before gently pulling away, lacing her arms around his waist. “Does it really taste okay, Sammy? I wanted to help you feel better.”

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s perfect. It’s… just perfect.” Sam stroked his thumbs over her cheekbones and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you so much, sugar.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” Olivia made herself a bowl of the soup as Sam sat back down at the island. She took the spot to the left of him, letting her leg rest against his. He placed his hand on top of her knee, his thumb idly rubbing circles into her skin. Olivia laid her hand over his. “I love you, Sam.”

“I love you, Olivia.”

~

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KND OC LORE ARCHIVE

Personal thing for me to keep track of what lore and hcs i post, feel free to look. or dont, i really dont care either way since this is just me tracking stuff. some writing may change, not a lot of lore stuff is set in stone! using ex as a prefix for ocs that were once operatives but arent anymore, since the lore spans over 20+ years in universe also in the case where i tag artsts for... art... let me know if you want me to remove the tag!

ROSE WOOD/ex-NUMBUH 246

Original lore dump

Fun facts 1

Silly oc x canon art by @rejaytionships

Rose fluff alphabet (request)

About Rose's son

Rose/Davis/Benedict drama lore thing I promise it's relevant to character stuff, mostly for the ocs not so much Ben

Music shitpost

Aforementioned R/D/B conflict art by @linneastarron

Rose x canon relationship web v.1

JAMIE ROBINSON/ex-NUMBUH 165

Rose music playlists

Yummy delicious rose and arnie x father art by @rejaytionships

LORE COMING

KIMMY WILSON/ex-NUMBUH 162

LORE COMING

SAMMY JONES/NUMBUH 527

LORE COMING

DAVIS PETERSON/ex-NUMBUH 129

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[madssaunders111]

Injury || Sammy Lawrence x OC (Joey Drew’s daughter)

Word count: 1744 words

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Amandine Drew sat in the front seat of her father's car. They were driving to the animation studio on the other side of town.

"So, tell me again why we are doing this?" Amandine asked.

"Because it'll be nice for you to see your old man in action." Joey Drew ran a hand through his blonde hair.

"I've been there before though."

"Yes, when you were younger, a child." Joey glared at Amandine through the corner of his eye. "Everyone wants to see how well you've grown, especially Sam."

Amandine scoffed. "Sammy Lawrence?"

"Yes, him." Joey pulled the car into the underground parking garage. "Well, we're here." Amandine opens her car door and starts to walk away.

As she sees the entrance to the studio, memories flood her mind. The last time she accompanied Joey to work was when she was five years old. But now, she was twenty one, sixteen years had passed.

"It looks the same." She commented before Joey opened the studio door leading her in. Her eye drifted everywhere, the Bendy cutouts, the projector in the main room and employees sitting at their desks in their offices.

Joey placed his hand on Amandine's back leading her to a small office to the left. A brunette man was sitting straight while sketching a crooked smile. Joey tapped the man's shoulder snapping him out of his work-induced trance. "Henry, you remember my daughter Amandine right?"

Henry Stein looked up from his work and turned his chair around. His brown eyes looked into Amandine's blue ones. "Yes, of course, hello again Amandine. Wow, have you grown."

"It's only been sixteen years since I was last here."

"Sixteen? Holy hell, you're quite the woman now, I see."

"Twenty one and thriving."

"Excellent."

Joey turned to Amandine and opened his mouth. "Amandine, why don't you look around the studio while Henry and I talk business, okay?"

"Okay." Amandine said before walking away.

~~~

As Amandine explored, she saw a black haired woman writing something at her desk. She rose her fist to the door and knocked. Through the window, she noticed an Alice Angel cutout leaning against the wall. She was the voice actress for Alice.

"Come in." The woman's voice was soft but seductive.

"Susie?" Amandine asked.

Susie Campbell turned around. "Oh my days! Amandine Drew?" She stood up, walked over to her and held the Drew woman close. "How are you? How long has it been?"

"Sixteen years."

Susie let out a soft gasp. "Sixteen years? You were five, so that means, you're..."

"I'm twenty one, twenty one and thriving." Amandine smiled brightly.

"Oh shush, I feels so old." Susie ran a hand through her dark curls. "Look at you, you're so beautiful, clearly you're Joey's daughter."

"And you're still Alice I see?" Amandine leaned against the wall observing the Alice Angel cutout.

"Oh yes, I actually had a wonderful lunch with your dad the other day, he has high hopes for me."

"I hope Alice is as popular as Bendy someday." Amandine commented.

"Funny how Sammy Lawrence said the same thing."

"Never doubt Sammy." Amandine squeezed Susie's hands. "He's usually never wrong."

She looked around Susie's office. Her fingers ran along the wood on the walls occasionally tapping her fingertips to various songs.

"So, is Sammy here?"

"Yep. Everyone is." Susie twirled her finger through a curl. "There's a new episode we're working on, nearly finished."

"Ooh, tell me." Amandine sat down on another chair beside Susie's desk.

"Well, Alice befriends Boris the Wolf, however...there's an Evil Alice."

"Twisted Alice." Amandine uttered.

"Yes. How did you know that?"

"I saw drafts on my dad's desk at home." Amandine cleared her throat. "She looked terrifying."

"Not to question your father, but does he really think adding evil characters will be best?"

"I question him all the time. And plus, kids love the happier side of Bendy and his friends."

"The happier side of Bendy sells more tickets, I agree." Susie picked up a sheet of paper. On it was a sketch of Alice wearing a black dress, and her black hair curled down to past her chest.

"You're still voicing Alice right?"

"Of course!"

"I'm going to head downstairs, see you Susie!"

"Bye, Amandine!" They hugged tightly before Amandine left the office.

"Nice lady."

~~~

Amandine continued walking through the halls before finding a room with a metal machine. Curiously, she approached it. The sign above it read: INK MACHINE

As she approached the break room next door, she noticed six pedestals, six objects on them: A music disc, a bottle of ink, Joey Drew's original memoir The Illusion of Living, a gear, a wrench and a squeaky Bendy doll.

She picked up the Bendy doll and squeezed it. The doll squeaked and a smile lifted on her lips.

As she put the doll back down, a man walked in.

"Amandine Drew? Is it really you?"

She turned around and saw Jack Fain, the lyricist standing in front of her.

"Jack Fain? The lyricist? Is that really you?" She asked in the same tone as Jack.

Jack Fain was a tall man who wore grey trousers with red suspenders, a white button up shirt, orange vest, brown bow tie and bowler hat.

"It's been so long since Joey brought you here." Jack hugged Amandine lightly.

"What is all of this?" Amandine gestured around the room.

"Curtesy of your father. He's lost his mind." Jack explained as he looked at the ink machine and the pedestals. Candles covered the room.

"T-this wasn't here last time."

"A lot has changed in sixteen years, Amandine." Jack paced around the room.

"What about...everyone else?" Amandine picked up the doll.

"Sammy Lawrence is...devoted to...Bendy."

"Bendy? What do you mean?"

"He prays to him, sends offerings, draws pentagrams everywhere."

"Offerings? Like what?"

"Bacon soup cans."

"I need to see this for myself." Amandine walks out of the break room and opens a door which leads to a staircase.

~~~

As she walks down it, bits of ink pour from the ceiling.

"Aah!" Amandine screamed as she tripped down the stairs. She landed at the bottom with the sound of a bone breaking echoing through the staircase. "Damn it! Son of a bitch!"

She looks up and sees a sign that says MUSIC DEPARTMENT. Also known as Sammy Lawrence's department.

As she slumped on the floor, her eyes started to close. Through her blurred vision, she saw a brunette man wearing yellow suspenders approach her.

Sammy Lawrence.

"Amandine Drew, so the rumours are true." He crouched down and saw Amandine's rapidly swollen and broken ankle. "God, what happened here?" His eyes then look at the slightly flooded stairwell. "Oh, that's why."

Amandine let out a quiet whimper and cry. Her eyes looked up at Sammy.

"S-Sammy?"

Sammy crouched down and picked her up. His hands were soft and held onto her tightly.

"Let me help you with that ankle of yours. It needs medical attention."

Amandine's eyes kept fluttering closed. Her hand rose to her pounding head.

"My head." She groaned. "Everything hurts."

"Easy there." Sammy leads her down to the studio's infirmary underneath the music department. "You're dizzy from the adrenaline, just lay back and keep still."

Sammy's soothing voice causes Amandine's panic to rise. Her eyes glared down at her ankle which was swollen and broken. A scream exited her lips.

"Shh, shh." A finger rose to Sammy's lips as he leaned down towards Amandine's face. "Quiet, it's okay. I'm here to take care of you."

"I thought you only worked on music."

"Well, I've taken up medical care as well."

Amandine swallowed nervously. Her fingers dwindled rapidly.

"S-so, Sammy, is it true...about Bendy?"

Sammy's face froze.

"What about Bendy?"

"That you pray to him? Worship him?"

"Who told you that?"

"Jack Fain, the lyricist."

"Well...he's not wrong." Sammy picked up gauze and a cast. "Bendy is my saviour."

Amandine swallowed nervously. As she opened her mouth, the only words she could muster were stutters.

"H-how did t-that come to be?"

"Well, when you create something, you believe in it. It can become real you know." Sammy started working on Amandine's ankle. "It could possibly start to claim you, possess you, take over."

"The soup cans?"

"I steal them from the back. Besides, not everyone is fond of bacon soup."

~~~

Amandine laid in the bed resting her ankle. Sammy wrapped it up and applied lots of heat and ice. As she looked around the infirmary, she noticed music playing.

Her hands reached for a pair of crutches beside the bed. She grabbed it and started limping towards the source of the music.

Her eyes glanced upon the sign on the wall that said RECORDING, and walked upstairs. The sign on the door said PROJECTIONIST BOOTH, OFFICE OF NORMAN POLK.

Amandine knocked on the door.

"Norman?" The crutches clicked against the wooden floor as Amandine leaned against them. The door opened a few minutes later showing a man wearing dark clothes.

His hair was matted to his head, glistened with water.

"Well, well, Amandine Drew. I thought I recognized you." Norman held his hand out for Amandine to take. "Come in, come in."

Amandine limped into the projectionist booth. Norman notices her injury.

"My, what happened to your ankle?"

"Stupid ink flooded the stairwell."

"Stupid ink machine." Norman muttered. "Always causing injuries and misfortunes."

"Does this ink machine...have to do with my father?"

"Yes, Joey installed it without any of us noticing." Norman explained as the projector started rolling. "After all, who needs that much ink anyway?"

"And the pedestals in the break room?"

"You saw those?"

Amandine nodded answering Norman's question.

"Well, Joey, has changed. He's gotten more...cautious about his leadership abilities. People have started to doubt him, I even heard someone might be getting fired."

"Fired? Why? Who?" Amandine's eyes widened in shock at Norman's statement.

"I wish I knew." Norman sighed before pulling out a chair for Amandine. "Anyway, sit, sit. That ankle must be killing you."

Amandine sat down and overlooked the balcony where the band sat on bunches of chairs playing instruments. In the recording booths, Amandine spotted Susie speaking into an overhead microphone.

As Amandine looked closer, she spotted wetness in the corner of Susie's eyes. Almost as if she was about to cry. A ticking went off in Amandine's head. Her eyes widened again.

"Oh no. I know who's getting fired."

[royallogana]

Dear Arkansas Daughter

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Main characters: Michael Demiurgos, Lucifer Morningstar and Irene Rose

Mention characters: Chole, Daniel, Ella, Trixie

Relationship(s): Michael/Lucifer(hinted), Michael/Irene(hinted),Samael/Rhiannon Elisheba(past)

TW: Sickness, Male Pregnancy, weird angel anatomy, Oc Insert( you can read this as a name reader also), mentions of child loss, medical inaccuracies

Note: This is my au of the show and inspired loosely by a fan-fic on AO3 "Emerging from the shadows" by Auroralumea. This is a Oc Insert but you can read it as x reader. This is a cross posted on AO3 under Strawberry_Wonderland. Irene name is female based but she is genderfluid(like the author) and uses all pronouns. If you think I missed any warnings, please PLEASE let me know. THIS HAS HINTED TWINEST SO NOT YOUR THING THEN PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ANY HATE COMMENTS.

Plot: This is inspired by the song 'Dear Arkansas Daughter' mainly and my playlist on Spotify. We take a trip down memory lane and get a glimpse of Irene's hatred for Lucifer.

Extra note: I didn't not finish the whole song because the song lyrics would make throw in the sea of lore. So you are stopping at part of the 2nd verse.

Take a swim in the water~

Irene stood cradling a Billionaire's Mocktail slowly sipping,(a habit he gained from Samael when they were younger) enviously at Lucifer and his unborn twins, with Michael hovering around him like Samael used to do to her. Irene smiled slightly at the memories of her and Samael telling everyone about their unborn child, Samael fussing making sure that they were comfortable. Oh did she miss those days.

Take a swim in the water~

"-ene, Irene" Michael called with a worried look on his face.

"Yes?"

"You have been drinking that Cocktail for the past 2 hours and that's not like you."

"I am fine just tired and I think Lucifer should be brought to Mansion, so we can protect him from that Chole girl. Also it would be safe enough for Daniel and Beatrice to stay with us so Lucifer would not panic."

"That's a good idea..."

"I am hearing a 'but'."

"How do you know so much about pregnancy and you have never been pregnant."

"I cannot tell you that."

Dear Arkansas daughter~

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes~

"Rhiannon Elisheba, where are you? Mikael is with me today I hope you don't mind."

"Over here darlin, of course my mate's brother is always allowed-" Rhiannon stopped dead in their tracks.

".....Rhiannon dear, Elisheba..., Irene"

"Samael why didn't you not tell me that you are identical twins."

"Aye, you called me Samael and not Sammy. Also yes, I am a twin." Samael stated with his hands up and hid behind the unknown male.

"Hello, you must be the Princess of the Abyss, um Lady Elisheba, is it."

"Ah, sorry yes it is and you are?"

"Mikael, the Archangel of the .../..../.-/-../---/.--/... and Fear."

"Wait who is or are the oldest Archangel or Archangels."

"You two discuss that, while I go and annoy Father about his new project and I hope mum and .-/-.-../-./---, honestly I hope Abyssal King doesn't mind if I would be late to dinner right?"

"Of course not silly, besides my dad is going to be late anyways and tell mum and my mom I said hello also the Almighty."

You who bares all your teeth in every smile~

The twins visited every day and made her smile like no can. The kingdom of the abyss was happy that the princes were getting along nice and with the Archangel marriage upcoming in due time, they were happy.

Says I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me~

Rhiannon smiled slightly at the soft singing coming from the nest's direction. They walked in on the sight of Samael rocking Irene and his baby boy to sleep with Mikael curled up next to him.

"I see Mikael couldn't sleep with you singing or the little ones" Irene gestures to the little girl on Mikeal back. Samael looks and giggles slightly at the moment.

"I guess you are right."

While a stranger braids my hair back out on the street~

Mikael sits with the little boy in his arms while the little girl, getting his hair done. The little ones remind him of his siblings every time he looks at them. Rhiannon looks at Mikael with love in her eyes and admires him for how he is so patient with them but disappointment hits her way because Samael could not see his children because of his royal duties.

And in your dreams we are shooting at snakes~

Samael was not coming around anymore because of his duties but Mikael is and Rhiannon feels disappointed with that feeling. Mikael tries to help cheer him up but nothing helps. Rhiannon gets nightmares of Samael leaving her permanently and Mikael couldn't even help. Many moons Mikael would finish his work and rush towards the Abyss Castle he would make to help Rhiannon anyway he could but Samael never came back. Mikael would hand Rhiannon letters that would have been written by Samael stating and explaining each job he did; creating the stars, help making the planets with the Almighty, and many more.

And while you were asleep, I was surely awake~

When Rhiannon was able to get permission to visit Silver Selune, he flew there (with the help of Mikael of course). He was thrilled that all the angels could see the gratification on their own face. The Almighty allowed him to stay with the twins until the coronation of the younger twins. Even though she moved to their room, Samael was not there as much as he thought even though his job was the chief musician and 'Will'.

"Samael why aren't you staying in the nest at least one night. No one is going to "get red in the face" if you take one day off."

"Rhiannon, my Astraea please look at me." He gently curved their face to him. "I may not have come around to see you often-" He was cut off by Rhiannon grumbling 'or not at all'. "Or not at all but I am the one who sent Michael to make sure you were ok, he even started to go by himself without me telling him too, just to hear him rambling about you and the children to me.... And besides who is going to make sure you, Mikael and little ones are safe. I stay awake while you guys are surely asleep. I promise."

"You're sure?"

"I promise."

I was talking at a cigarette~

Irene smiled menacingly at the promise. 'I promise' replayed in her mine like that broken record Michael keeps. He hated him for not being there but he knew that his 'cats' were killed by his curiosity. If he didn't go after Him her children would be alive but if he didn't follow Him this curse he placed would have been worse.

There's nothing left to say~

Irene wearily looks towards heaven, smoking a cigar. They heard their name called with a critical but comical tone, when he turned around Irene smiled seeing the merciless look of Fear embodiment.

"Yes, Michael what do you want for me." Irene voice sounding muffled with the cigar.

"You're smoking."

"Last time I checked even Toph could see it."

"Duh, of course she can see-...wait she blind."

"Anyways, are you sure we should move Lucifer even though we don't know who the father of twins?"

Before Irene could answer a cough signalled that someone was listening. The two turn only to Lucifer looking at them with disdain while holding a book. Michael immediately reconsidered the book mentioning the Curse. Lucifer floored Michael response with a look 'explain this now' then headed inside.

"So, would you two explain what this means and is."

"Lucifer-"

"Mikael don't, start explaining or am going to throw you off the balcony."

Irene smiled slightly at threat and sat down. He out the cigar in ash tray and gestures to Lucifer to calm down.

"I will explain but I can't explain all sadly it tied to the same curse."

"Well then go on."

"Right, Lucifer no Samael this curse ties Heaven, Hell and the Abyss together. The curse can be broken but only by the two persons the curse were intended for but we don't know who they are. All we know is that we need to find out who is this 'Akino' person and tie they have with us."

"Earlier, you said that we know each other but I can't remember you."

"I am sorry but I can't tell you that."

"But I need to know-"

"NO I WILL NOT TELL YOU AND DON'T ASK ME AGAIN" Irene slammed his hands down, a venomous anger laced his words. Lucifer flinched but got up and followed the woman who was currently shape shifting to her male form.

"Listen here, I don't care if you don't want to tell me about what happened between us but at least tell about the curse." Lucifer stormed after the man to the penthouse's library.

"How about a no." And with that Irene locked himself in the library.

"Are you serious right now?..... Michael stop standing there and come and be useful."

Said Michael was eating soufflé (how and when did him get that) and watching what was going down. Michael immediately stop and raise his head pointing to the door before shaking it and turning to walk away.

"Useless" Lucifer grumble before lock picking the door.

But he should have been there anyway~

Irene has been always scared of that day this curse started and the death of his parents. Samael promised he would be there for Rhiannon but no one had promised to be with Irene. Irene raked his hand through his hair brushing out any knots in the crystal mane, he heard the door being lock picked and sat in chair waiting for who it was.

For I didn't sing a single song, all day~

"You know that you and Michael are stubborn as hell." A smooth and relaxed voice sounded through the library, sending chills down Lucifer spine.

"I think Yuika will always be stubborn, especially when he does get his way."

"You still call Michael that?"

"Of course, he is my 'Moon flower'. Now don't change the topic, what is the curse or what happened."

"You would not give up, will you?" Irene turned around in the chair, looking in Lucifer's direction and then gestures to the sofa in library.

"No, not to you tell me at lest about the curse or how we know each other."

"Ok fine, but I am only telling you about the curse not about us. Not yet." He whisper the last part but Lucifer didn't push it.

My heart is full of swords~

"Wait, could you repeat what the book says one more time." Lucifer leans forward trying to understand the curse.

Once the sun dies,

The moon will not cry

For it knows that his lover will return,

But as fragile as dust

Cold as his starry heart.

He will return as bright as morningstar,

For jealousy caused his wife envied.

The star cries for his Akino,

"Clementine, his name is Nicholas"

"That is the curse." Irene snickered at Lucifer's face.

"And here I thought Dad spoke in riddles but this takes the cake. How can something so beautifully written means something equally deadly." Lucifer groaned in annoyance at both Irene and Michael.

Michael walks in with three trays of food in perfect balance. He placed the first two trays down and took the last tray down.

"Trust me if you think that crazy just until he comfortable enough with you to tell you how he knows us." Michael said while shoveling food in his mouth. "I was embarrassed for two months."

Irene looked at Michael in disgust at his uncouth behavior and at the mention of their meeting before hitting him on the head, only to look across to see Lucifer of all people doing the exact same thing as Michael.

Full of, full of swords~

Rhiannon walked the now familiar path to the throne room, she saw the door slightly open with the sound of muffled voices. She didn't know if to go or not but she decided against it until they heard a scream and loud crash. She ran to the ajar door and peeped in, a scream of horror ripped from her chest.

Golden blood ran from the throne onto the ground and a man with a similar style and face of The Almighty wielded a bloody sword, which was pierced in the chest pinning him to the chair. The man turned to scream and sent two swords in her direction, cutting her tails off which were protecting him then sent one straight into his stomach.

Your love, it knows the Lord~

Snapping back to reality, Irene felt like someone was falling out of heaven. Only to hear the earth shattering scream that Lucifer let out, when she rushed to see if he was ok. Irene saw that the angels fell from heaven.

[magentamedicines]

Batch 2, the Emilys:

Henry:

Juniper/Mrs. Emily:

Charlie:

Sammy:

Ivy:

Made picrews for the Afton and Emily Families so

Batch 1, the Aftons:

William:

Clara:

Rose:

Michael:

Evan:

Elizabeth:

(Bonus Tori even though technically she's not an Afton until later but I didn't know where to include her lmao)

[marmorafarms]

Three's Not A Crowd: Sam x Cis Male OC

Hey hey hey! Here's a smutty new fic with Sam, my OC Léo, and @heavenlife's OC Piper!

Pairing: Sam x Cis Male Farmer (Stardew Valley)

Rating: E for Explicit

Summary: Farmer Léo find himself falling for the loveable Sam. Turns out Sam is dating Piper, the local farmer! Luckily, Piper is down to share her man.

Content: rimming, handjobs

Word Count: 2,615

18+ ONLY!!!

Stupid.

So fucking stupid.

Léo wanted to scream as he walked down the dirt path that lead to his house. He was such an idiot. And he was about to be in a shit load of trouble if he didn’t think fast. Upon entering his house, Léo grabbed his workout duffel bag and emptied it unceremoniously onto the floor before turning it into an overnight bag. A change of clothes, some toiletries, and a few other essentials were tossed in.

He collapsed onto his couch after the bag was packed and picked up his phone. Dialing quickly, he put his phone up to his ear.

“Hey, Emma? Yeah…some serious shit just went down over here. I…can I come down to Zuzu for the night? I think Miss Lowe is going to fucking fire me,” Léo said to his friend. A few quick words were exchanged, and the tired farmhand was officially going to the big city to escape his small town problems.

He had really messed it up this time.

There was a guy in town, you see. A hot punk skateboarder whose blonde dye job was slightly grown out. He was the human embodiment of sunshine and agh, Léo had fallen head over heels for him. It seemed, however, that Léo was the only one in all of Pelican Town who hadn’t gotten the memo that Sam was dating the local farmer Piper. Piper as in, Piper Lowe. As in Miss Lowe. As in his goddamn boss. And he had just kissed his boss’ boyfriend!

Léo knew that she was going to be pissed with him. She had hired him recently to help take care of the animals. He had been raised on a ranch, and when he saw an ad looking for help with farm animals, Léo had jumped at the chance. His life in Zuzu city had been going nowhere, and living in a small town sound perfect. Miss Lowe was the perfect boss. Er, Piper was the perfect boss. The poor woman had been trying to get it through Léo’s skull that he should just use her first name and not her last.

“I’m 26,” she said, rolling her rose colored eyes. She always had those pink contacts in, which had been slightly unnerving at first. Honestly, it added to the idea that perhaps Léo should be calling her by a more casual title. “Calling me Miss Lowe…it either makes me sound like some old hag or like a dominatrix.”

His honey brown eyes fluttered shut and he sighed dramatically. Honestly, he should probably just leave. But that would mean talking to Piper about what happened. Whatever, it was going to happen anyway, and he’d rather quit on his own terms rather than be fired.

buzz buzz

buzz buzz

buzz buzz

Léo cracked his eyes open and looked at his phone. Someone had just sent him three texts. He opened the first one. 

hey potato chip~

Oh shit. 

Piper’s nickname for him was potato chip. It had been ever since he had his first interview with her.

“Wait, it’s not lee-oh? It’s lay-oh?” Piper had said during their interview. “Lay…like Lay’s Chips! You’re a potato chip!”

Léo had just blinked at her, and she had giggled, immediately proclaiming that he was hired.

And now she was texting him? After…after…

Sammy told me what happened. I’m not mad! I promise!

Cross my heart and hope for pie, stick a cupcake in my eye!

Léo stared at her silly version of “cross my heart,” head spinning. She wasn’t mad? No…that wasn’t possible. How could she not be? He had practically crawled into Sam’s lap and kissed him. And the worst part was…

Sam had kissed back.

Léo was pretty sure Sam would leave that out, but it was fine. It hadn’t been true reciprocation. When Léo’s lips pressed against Sam’s, the blonde boy’s lips had moved too, returning the pressure. Of course, Sam had come to his senses, and shoved Léo off.

“Sorry man I’ve got a girl,” Sam had said, looking anywhere but him. “I mean, I’m flattered but I’m dating Piper and–”

“Oh,” Léo had said, getting up quickly. “Sorry. I…sorry,” And with that he had practically ran away back to his house near the barn, horrified at what had just transpired. 

Léo sighed and tapped out a response.

You should be

BAM

Léo jumped at the sudden banging on his front door.

“Oops!” 

It was Piper.

The knock that came next was a little bit lighter. It was short and cheerful. Léo squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe if he stayed super super still, closed his eyes, and pretended not to exist, Piper would go away.

“Léo!”

No such luck.

“C’mon potato chip, open up!” Piper whined. “I saw your super emo message saying that I should be mad at you. Come on, let’s just talk!”

“I can hear you Miss Lowe, and I really just want to be alone!” Léo shouted, loud enough for her to hear. He winced as he heard the unmistakable sound of a boot slamming against his front door.

“Don’t Miss Lowe me, Mister Calavera-Cienfuegos,” she snapped. “It’s Piper! P-I-P-E-R! And you’d better open up this door before I kick it in!”

Léo groaned and got up. If she kicked it in now, that would be 4th time two weeks she had done so. And each time, he had to fix it because he was the root cause. Sure he was planning on leaving, but he wasn’t going to leave the door hanging from its hinges.

Trying not to heave a sigh and drag his feet like a dramatic teen, Léo made his way over to the door. He slowly opened it, revealing a short angry blond woman, pink eyes narrowed. Her hair had been expertly styled in two intentionally messy pig tails, and her baggy pink sweater and black miniskirt were neat as a pin. She had either changed out of her farming clothes or she hadn’t done anything at all.

It was probably the latter. Léo did the majority of the work on the farm, but she paid him handsomely so he didn’t really mind. Piper just wasn’t cut out for farm work, and from what Léo understood, had been tossed into this position to “continue on the family legacy” or some bullshit like that.

“I’m coming in,” she said, and pushed past Léo before he could say a word. He let out a frustrated huff, and closed the door a little harder than normal. Piper turned around, but before she could speak, Léo interrupted.

“Look, I…I’m sorry. About kissing Sam. I’m glad you two are together, really. He’s great, you’re great. I just think that I…look, I know this guy name Ricky. He works on my Dad’s ranch, and I think he’d be a perfect fit here on–”

“Léo wait, hold on,” Piper said, furrowing her brow. “That sounds like “I’m about to leave you forever” kind of talk. Saying that another person would be a perfect fit. You know I can’t afford two farmhands. Why would you leave?”

“Because of what just happened!” Léo said, exasperated.

"I said it was okay though! I don't care that you kissed him, I'm not mad!" Piper said, her jewel tone eyes pleading with Léo. He sighed and shook his head. 

"Piper, I...look, I need to leave. This is my two weeks, okay? I'm going back to the city. I can't do this. I know it's selfish and I'm sorry. I just can't be around Sam. Not when..." Léo sighed. "You'll find someone better than me." 

"WAIT!" Piper shouted as Léo swung his duffel bag over his shoulder. "Would you stay if I said I would share?" 

"What?" Léo asked, frowning.

"Sam. I could share him with you! Only when I'm there though, but like...still. I could share! Would you stay then?"

“Share?” Léo said, eyebrows shooting up. “What does that mean?”

“I think you damn well know,” Piper said. “Look…it’s not like Sam doesn’t want it. When he told me what happened he was freaking out. Freaking out because he liked it.”

Léo blinked. “What?” he asked, not sure he had heard right.

“Sam liked you kissing him. He felt like the thoughts he was having while you kissed him were unfaithful, especially because he kept thinking about how good the kiss had been after you left. So…sharing him might be fun, you know?” Piper said, a glint in her eye. “But only if I’m there.”

“Piper I don’t want to see you naked,” Léo said bluntly, and Piper laughed.

“Why, because I’m your boss?” she teased.

“No. I mean yeah, but mostly because I don’t have a heterosexual bone in my body and—do not make that face!” he said, glaring at Piper.

“Oh come on, using the word “bone” is just asking for a dick joke to be made,” Piper pouted. “Look, I asked Sam if he’d want to mess around with you if I was cool with it. He said yes. So…if you’re down for a no strings attached type situation with Sam…”

Léo bit his lip. Was he? He had an actual crush on Sam. Before the kiss, he had wanted to date Sam, not just get into his pants. Would he be okay with a friends with benefits situation?

Fuck it.

“I think…I think I could do that,” Léo said, and Piper clapped her hands in excitement.

“Yay!” she cheered. “You’re staying!”

“Are you using Sam’s body to get me to not leave you on the farm by yourself?” Léo teased.

“Uh…no?” Piper said in a questioning tone, but they both knew she was lying. Mostly.

The rest of the day flew by, and before he knew it, Léo was in the main farmhouse, Sam’s fingers running over his abs.

“Shit,” Sam swore, hands finding Léo’s chest, squeezing his defined pecs. His naturally sunkissed skin contrasted beautifully with the ivory tone of Sam’s hands, the two men looking beautiful together.

“Yeah, yeah, Léo’s hot,” Piper said, lounging on the other side of the bed. She had convinced Léo to let her take her clothes off after mentioning that it would be weird if she was only one clothed. Currently, she had on pink silk panties and a cute lacey pink bralette. She had offhandedly joked that even if Léo was into girls, he wouldn’t be attracted to her tits considering their size.

Sam had set her straight.

Léo had busied himself with stripping to his boxers, angled away from them as Sam lavished her breasts in love and attention, making sure Piper knew how beautiful she was.

“They’re perfect,” he had said. “Fit so well in my hand, love ‘em. Wouldn’t trade ‘em for anything.”

Once that was finished, Sam peeked over at Léo. His jaw dropped, and Piper snickered.

“With those muscles, he’s at least a c-cup,” Piper had teased. “You sure you still prefer these double a’s?” 

Sam hadn’t said anything, just reached out and squeezed. In fact, he was still giving those pecs attention, thumb rubbing over a nipple. Léo jerked, and let out a strangled sound, and Sam looked at him, green eyes wide.

“Are you okay?”

“Are you an idiot?” Piper said. “That’s a turned-on sound.”

“Could the peanut gallery please shut up?” Sam grumbled, and Léo laughed. 

“You can kiss him, you know,” Piper said to Sam. He glared at her. 

“Shutting up!” she said, making a motion over her mouth as though she was zipping it shut.

“She has a point,” Léo murmured, and Sam gulped. He leaned forward and gave Léo a swift kiss, bumping noses slightly. It wasn’t sexy at all, but somehow it still was. Léo pulled Sam back in for a real kiss this time, and he felt more than heard Sam moan into his mouth. Their soft, unsure kisses soon turned heated, and Léo made quick work of taking Sam’s shirt off.

“You look pretty good yourself,” Léo said in a rumbling tone. Sam flushed, and Léo pushed him back down against the bed, rougher than intended. A pleased sound came from over where Piper was, and Léo couldn’t help but feel excited that she was enjoying the show. He might not be attracted to her, but he found himself wanting her to like what she saw.

Léo settled in between Sam’s legs, smiling at the large tent in the blonde man’s jeans. He went to unzip Sam’s pants, paused, and then looked up.

“Watch me,” he said in a deep voice, layered in honey. Sam let out a needy whine as the two locked eyes.

“Holy fuck,” Sam said, eyes wide, as Léo undid his button and then pulled down his zipper with his teeth. The two worked together to shed Sam of the rest of his clothes, and Léo returned to his spot. He knew that Sam was expecting him to get straight to the point, but he had other ideas.

Léo lavished Sam’s inner thighs with kisses and gentle bites. Soon he was sucking dark hickies onto Sam’s pale flesh, purple marks littering his delicate skin.

“C’mon Léo…” Sam panted. His cock was flushed and dripping. Léo’s mouth was practically watering, but he wasn’t done yet.

“Hands and knees,” he instructed, and Sam looked terrified. Léo rolled his eyes.

“I’m not fucking you dry, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said. “Actually, I’m not fucking you at all.”

Sam looked confused, but did as he was requested. “What are you ahhhhh…”

Léo had spread Sam’s cheeks and licked a long stripe along his sensitive flesh. His tongue circled the area, and Sam’s whole body began to shake. His cries bounced off the walls of the room, and soon he was wailing in pleasure. Léo’s tongue moved faster, but he paused for a moment to spit in his hand before continuing. 

Léo’s hand moved quickly to Sam’s cock, and he began to stroke hard and fast. 

“Don’t stop!” Sam begged, and he sounded like he was on the brink of tears. Like he was going to stop. An earthquake could start right this moment, and Léo would keep on going. 

A sound of pure ecstasy ripped from Sam’s throat as he came into Léo’s hand. Léo worked Sam through his orgasm, and was surprised to hear a loud gasp from next to them. He lifted his face and looked over. 

“Had…had some fun yourself?” Sam panted, following Léo’s gaze to Piper. Her hands were in her soaked panties, and she had clearly just came.

“So hot,” she whispered. “God that was so fucking hot…Let me see what you can do for him Sammy. Please?”

Sam nodded, and crawled over to Léo. He kissed and licked at the brunette’s neck, littering his collarbone and shoulders with beautiful marks as he worked Léo’s cock with his hand. It wasn’t long before Léo was seeing stars, cum coating Sam’s hand.

Curiously, Sam raised his hand and licked it. And then he kept licking it.

“You didn’t tell me your man is a cumslut,” Léo said in surprise.

“I didn’t know,” Piper said, eyebrows raised. “But I want to know more. You know what that means, right potato chip?”

“It means I’m coming over again,” Léo said.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Sam said, and the three of them grinned.

“Give your girl some attention, yeah?” Léo said. “I need to wash up.” 

Sam nodded, and Léo left for the bathroom. All doubts that he had previously had were banished from his mind. This was going to be a lot of fun.

[toshiro-taichou]

Like fathers, like sons

Lucian and Undertaker are like their fathers. They are best friends!!!

Also, poor Undertaker, he has Sammy's shortness

Lucian belongs to @obeymelya

Undertaker belongs to me

Obey me doesn't belong to either of us

[cas-kingdom]

‘5-line’ fic Masterpost

Here are all the fics I’ve written in response to this challenge. Happy reading!

Main Masterpost

- M A R V E L

Tony x Peter (“I’m proud of you, kid.”)

Tony x reader (“Can I have a go in the suit?”)

Clint x reader (“No, no, don’t worry—it’s fine.”)

Zemo x reader (“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you.”)

Steve x reader (“It’s three am! Where have you been?”)

Tony x reader (“Can I hug you?”)

Steve x reader (“Say that again looking at my face.”)

Tony x Peter (“C’mere, kid.”)

Peter P x reader (“Honour is dead but I’ll see what I can do.”)

Sam x reader (“You lose. I tickle. Deal?”)

Bucky x reader (“Don’t make me chase you.”)

Bucky x reader (“I couldn’t sleep by myself.”)

Bucky x reader (“Wait, what are you going to do with that?”)  

Bucky x reader (“I may have accidentally adopted a dog. Don’t be mad?”)

- T H E  W I T C H E R

Geralt x Lambert x OC (Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers.)

Geralt x Lambert x reader (“Poke me again and see what happens.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x OC (“For someone who’s totally selling the monster-killing, impassive mystique, you’re surprisingly kid-friendly.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x reader (“For the first time in my life, I genuinely want to thow my lute in the ocean.”)

Geralt x reader (Waking up face down in the dirt didn’t surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did.)

Geralt x reader (“I’m bleeding!”)

Jaskier x reader (“I’ll always be there for you.”)

Geralt x reader (“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”)

Geralt x reader (“Where’s Roach?”)

Geralt x reader (”What the hell are you holding and why is it... wriggling?”)

Geralt x reader (“You have a stick in your hair.”)

Geralt x reader (“You know I love you.”)

- C H I C A G O  F I R E

Kelly x reader (“I didn’t mean to make you cry!”)

Kelly x reader (“Did you just throw that at my head?”)

Sylvie x Stella x Gabby x reader (“You are being stupid and reckless.”)

Kelly x reader (“What is this?”)

Otis x Cruz x Hermann x Boden x OC (“Am I interrupting something?”)

Matt x reader (It was a child this time.)

- S T R A N G E R  T H I N G S

Hopper x reader (“I don’t like that look. What happened?”)

Eddie x reader (“Dads are overrated.”)

- D O C T O R  W H O

Twelve x reader (“Stop throwing books at me!”)

Nine x reader (“Why did you lie?”)

- S U I T S

Harvey x reader (“I can’t believe you just said that.”)

Harvey x Mike x reader (“Someone come get their kid!”)

Harvey x reader (“It’s not bragging if it’s true.”)

- T H E  U M B R E L L A  A C A D E M Y

Five x reader (“I was looking for you.”)

Diego x reader (“What does the winner get?”)

- S U P E R N A T U R A L

John x reader (“You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let’s hear it.”)

Dean x Sam (“You’re okay, Sammy.”)

Dean x reader (“I love you.”)

Dean x John x reader (“Are you really reading right now?”)

- G R E Y ‘ S  A N A T O M Y

Alex x reader (“That wasn’t a very good idea, was it?”)

Derek x reader (“Am I in trouble?”)

Owen x reader (“Ouch. That must’ve hurt.”)

Derek x reader (“What did I say about sneaking into the OR gallery?”)

Mark x reader (“Not if you can’t catch me.”)

George x reader (“Stop poking me!”)

Derek x Addison x reader (“I’m not going.”)

- B R I D G E R T O N

Anthony x reader (“You told me you’d teach me how to shoot. This isn’t teaching.”)

Anthony x Benedict x Colin x Eloise x reader (“That’s as big as my balls!”)

Benedict x reader (“She says you’re ignoring her.”)

- T H E  W A L K I N G  D E A D

Daryl x reader (“What’re you doing in my room?” “You’re literally in my bed.”)

Daryl x reader (“What if I can’t do it?”)

Negan x reader (“You know, this is not what I imagined when you asked me to pose for you.”)

Daryl x reader (“I’m just disappointed.”)

- D A R E D E V I L

Matt x reader (“Do you want this soup or not?”)

Matt x reader (“He felt lucky tonight.”)

- P E A K Y  B L I N D E R S

Tommy x reader (“Talk to me, okay? I need to know what’s going on.”)

Ada x reader (“How do you deal with it? All this shit?”)

Tommy x reader (“Oh my God, do you ever stop talking?”)

Arthur x reader (“We really gonna have to do this again, little girl?”)

- W H I T E  C O L L A R 

Neal x reader (“You have got to stop doing this.”)

Neal x reader (“Yay! You came home!”)

- T R U E  B L O O D

Eric x reader (“I thought you didn’t like Christmas.”)

Eric x reader (“Can I show you something?”)

Eric x reader (“At what point did you think stealing my car would be a good idea?”)

- T W I L I G H T

Carlisle x Emmett x reader (“There’s an art to getting your way, and spitting watermelon seeds across the table isn’t it.”)

Emmett x reader (“What the hell did you… on second thought, I don’t wanna know.”)

Jasper x reader (“Just because you’re a vampire, it doesn’t mean you can automatically win.”)

Carlisle x reader (“You look nice.”)

- A Q U A M A N

Orm x reader (“Why do you care?”)

Arthur x reader (”Go away. I’m not five and I don’t have to listen to you.”)

-  T H E  M U M M Y

Rick x Ardeth x reader (“If I walk any further, my legs will fall off.”)

- O U T L A N D E R

Claire x reader (“On a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about wigs right now?”)

- V I R G I N  R I V E R

Jack x OC (“You aren’t allowed to hit me. Stop it.”)

- S H E R L O C K

Sherlock x reader (“Hey! I’m not that small! Anymore.”)

- E N O L A  H O L M E S

Sherlock x Enola x reader (“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”)

- P I R A T E S  O F  T H E  C A R I B B E A N

Jack x reader (“I’m not afraid to die.”)

- F U L L  H O U S E

Jesse x reader (“I told you not to come, Uncle Jesse.”)

- S T A R  T R E K

Jim x reader (“I swear I won’t break anything.”)

- T H E  V A M P I R E  D I A R I E S

Damon x Stefan x reader (“Humans are dispensable.”)

- X - M E N

Charles x reader (“Did you just say ‘fight me’ to a wall?”)

Erik x reader (Mutations are a bitch.)

- T R A N S F O R M E R S

Optimus x reader (“If you don’t know how to follow an order, perhaps you shouldn’t be here.”)

- T O L K I E N

Aragorn x Merry x Pippin (“Aragorn, do you think elves are ticklish?”)

- D I V E R G E N T

Four x reader (“I think I sprained my ankle.”)

- V  F O R  V E N D E T T A

V x reader (“I’m brushing your hair. It’s a mess.”)

- G A M E  O F  T H R O N E S

Jorah x reader (“Do you feel better?”)

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little wing / jake kiszka - day 2 - monday

playlist!!! (has all songs mentioned in the chapter put together for your convenience!)

pairing- jake kiszka x musician!reader, oc x sammy, oc x oc

warnings- uhhhh none? i think?

wc- 3.3k

it almost seems like you woke up with a smile on your face. 

the giddy feelings from last night hadn’t faded away yet, and you didn’t even feel the inklings of a hangover. it was amazing. 

you rose from your bunk to ‘the only living boy in new york’ by simon and garfunkel playing from the main room of the bus, probably ezra’s doing. in terms of music taste, you were probably the closest to him. of course you liked all types, but ezra was really the only other one who enjoyed that folky-acoustic side. selene and ollie were more rockers than anything else. 

you smiled even wider. you haven’t woken up feeling like this is a while, you were more than happy to bask in it. 

you stumbled into the front room, finding everyone sitting around at the table. selene looked up from her writing, “it’s about time sleepy-head, its like 1pm.” she teased. “says you, it's a miracle you're even up before 3.” you jested back. 

“touche.”

you shot her a cheeky smile, walking over to the fridge to pull out a tiny bottle of apple juice. “you’re such a child, y/n. why don’t you just buy the regular sized ones?” ollie laughed. 

“because it makes me feel like a kid again. my childhood was brutally ripped away from me and tiny bottles of apple juice is the only thing that makes me feel good again.” you deadpanned, both of you breaking out into a stupid smile and a fit of laughter at your sarcastic monologue. most of what you said was actually true, but you liked joking about it more than you liked talking about it seriously. 

“to each their own, i guess,” ollie shrugged, returning to his sandwich with a half-smile still on his face. 

you slid into the chair next to selene, glancing over to what she was scribbling down. 

instead of words, you found a drawing. a drawing of ollie and ezra in the position they were in across from you. 

you nudged her shoulder. “that's really good, love. you should give it to them for their anniversary at the end of the week.” you whispered. she looked over at you with a smile. “that’s a great idea. i think i will,” she said, glancing back over at the scribbles on the paper. 

you took a sip of your juice. “so, what's the plan for today?” you questioned aloud. 

“well, me and ollie were thinking of going to see phoebe bridgers tonight,” ezra said, looking over to ollie. 

“oh sick! i wanna come if you guys are okay with a third wheel.” you said. 

“of course you can come! i think she goes on around 7 so you better have your ass ready or we’re leaving you here.” he pointed an accusing finger at you. 

“sir, yes sir!” you saluted as he rolled his eyes. 

you looked at selene, “you wanna join?” you asked. 

she looked up briefly from her drawing. “uh, no i think i’m just gonna walk around and explore tonight. you guys have fun though.” she said with a smile. 

“okay,” you said with a soft smile, noting that it wasn’t really like her to miss a concert with you guys. you pushed it aside however, knowing she would come to you if anything was wrong. “well, i’m gonna go get ready for the day.” you announced, grabbing your juice and walking off to the bunks. 

you flopped down on the small mattress, opening your phone, but then freezing when you noticed a certain notification, who’s contact name read “jake!”

jake!: my trailer, around 2? i want you to meet the guys :)

oh fuck, you thought, oh god, oh god.

you glanced at the time, 1:36

you jumped out of bed before you remembered you actually had to reply, typing out a hasty, “yeah! getting ready now”

before jumping back up again to file through your suitcases. 

what do you wear to go see a guy who you just met less than 24 hours ago to go to his trailer and meet his brothers? you picked out something but quickly realized it was way too much, before regrouping and giving yourself a mental pep-talk. 

okay. just be casual. wear what you would usually on a regular day, he’s not gonna care, it's fine. you spoke internally while you picked up an old faded woodstock shirt and pair of flowy pants without much thought. 

you threw them on quickly, slipping on a few rings and a necklace. 

you checked your phone again, seeing that it was almost 2pm now. 

you saw a new notification from jake telling you the location of the tour bus, and so you darted out of the bunk room and out into the main one, quickly gathering your things. 

“well, where are you off to?” ezra questioned with a raised eyebrow. you turned around with a giddy smile. “uh, jakes bus,” you smiled nervously. ollie squinted at you, “okay but no funny business, got it?” he scolded. you rolled your eyes, “yes, dad,” you joked as you turned around to finish grabbing your things. 

it briefly crossed your mind that selene hadn’t said a word yet. she’s just invested in her drawing. you told yourself as you focused on getting your necessities thrown in your tiny backpack. 

you rushed out the door shortly after, but not before getting a new bottle of apple juice from the fridge. 

-

you weaved your way through buses, buses and more buses, trying to figure out just exactly where jake’s was. 

for some reason, a part of you just expected to stumble upon one with a big sign reading “GRETA VAN FLEET” but you knew that probably wasn’t the case. although you wouldn’t be surprised if there actually was, from what you heard about josh’s eccentricity. 

your heart skipped a beat as you finally approached a long bus, with jake leaning against the front of it. you felt your body warm up like a freshly stoked fireplace. 

as you walked toward him, you saw he was holding a phone up to his ear, eyebrows furrowed in frustration like he was arguing with someone. 

you stopped a few feet away from him, waiting for him to finish his conversation. he noticed you quickly, muttering “hey, i gotta go, okay? we’ll talk about this later....i love you too baby,” he finished softly, remorsefully, like he wanted to take back everything he just said. 

you felt your heart sink down to your stomach. of course he had a girlfriend, why wouldn’t he? a guy like him would probably have 4 girls on him at once if he weren’t taken. 

you pushed your disappointment down and willed it away. your stupid jealousy that he was in a relationship was not going to get in the way of at least being friends with him. 

you walked towards him as he was hanging up the phone, shooting him a nervous smile. “hey!” he greeted, rushing over and taking you into a hug. 

you were very taken aback, expecting literally anything else other than a hug, considering he just got off the phone with his partner. 

nevertheless, you tentatively hugged him back, looping your arms around his back for a few seconds before he let go. he smiled brightly at you, “uh, so i was wondering if you wanted to meet the boys? i mean your really cool and i think they would really like you ‘cause you're like really talented and-” 

“jake.”

“huh?” he snapped out of his rambling, looking in your eyes hopefully. 

“i would love to meet your brothers, jake.” you reassured. he let out a relieved sigh, running his hands through his hair. “okay! great! uh, they're in here so-” 

“I GOT A WOMAN STAYS DRUNK ALL THE TIME- I SAID I GOT A LITTLE WOMAN AND SHE WANT ME TRUE” three voices interrupted, screaming their lungs out from inside the trailer. you don’t know how you hadn’t noticed before, but now you realized there was also music coming from inside. they were screaming like their lives depended on it, as jake stomped in and screamed back at them “JESUS, SHUT UP A SECOND, WE HAVE COMPANY!” 

at the mention of company, you heard the volume turn down significantly, as jake shared a look with one of them, before he turned back around to you, giving you a smile and gesturing for you to come in. 

you climbed up the bus steps, stepping into the front room as your eyes landed on the three men, all of them smiling awkwardly in your direction. 

you noticed the record player in the corner of the room that was still softly playing, led zeppelin’s “coda” propped up in front of it. 

you snorted at their demeanors, giving a tiny wave their way. 

“guys..” jake said, “this is y/n. i met her last night on my way back from exploring.” he explained, gesturing to you. “ohh, so you’re y/n.” the other long haired one said, eyes narrowed at you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

he had a wild mustache on his upper lip, trailing down into a small beard at his chin. you could honestly almost compare him to the depictions of jesus.

“i’m sam,” he introduced, standing up to take your hand. “jake’s told us a lot about you,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. 

you turned to look at jake with raised eyebrows, “so he has?” you said, turning back around to take sam's hand. “it’s nice to meet you,” you said, noticing his eyes soften from his sarcastic nature to a more genuine one. “and you,” he replied, before sitting back down next to another one of the boys. 

jake gestured to the one sitting on the couch. “this is-” “josh. i’ve seen you before,” you teased. he gave you a charming grin, standing up to shake your hand just as sam did. 

“well, i hope you’ve heard good things about me.” he smirked, taking your hand in his with a gentleness similar to jake’s. “just about,” you replied, giving him a warm smile and turning to the only other boy left. 

he quickly stood up and engulfed you into a hug, and you couldn’t resist hugging back just as tight. he had such a welcoming manner about him, you felt completely safe in his embrace. 

sam laughed, “and that's danny.” you pulled back with a smile. “well, hi danny,” you said, eyebrows raised with an amused smile. “sorry about that,” he apologized, “i tend to do that with sorta everyone.” he explained. “no, no you're fine!!” you actually found it really endearing, his entire manner and how he was so willing to just take someone in his arms. 

jake cleared his throat, “so uh, these are the guys!” he said, trying to find something to break the semi awkward silence with. “cool!” you replied, taking a seat on the floor in front of josh. 

jake looked at you curiously. “what? i like sitting on the floor,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your apple juice. “okay then, i’ll sit on the floor too,” he challenged, moving to take a seat on the other side of josh’s legs. 

“so, what band are you in?” sam inquired. “oh uh, i’m the lead guitarist and vocalist for a band called velvet eyes. we do mostly psychedelic rock type stuff but we’re kind of all over the spectrum.” “dope!” danny said, “can we hear some?” he asked eagerly. 

“oh, uh- sure!” you stuttered. you’d never had someone request to actually hear your music before. you’d usually just tell them what genre you play, they would pretend to act interested and then the conversation would move on. they all actually seemed genuinely interested though, so you pulled out your phone and searched up your band on spotify. 

for the next 20 minutes, you all sat through and listened to some of your favorite songs you’ve made, telling them stories about the songs in between. all of them seemed so invested and truly impressed, something you didn’t get a lot of unless you were on stage. but here, in this close, intimate moment, being shown appreciation felt like the best feeling you’ve ever experienced.

after you were done, they all rushed to say their compliments at once, you laughing at their boyish behavior and telling them to all calm down. 

“one at a time please!,” you laughed, amused at their eagerness. 

sam went first- “so i really love what the keyboardist is doing- that organ solo was insane, nothing like i’ve ever heard before. it takes some serious work to do that. but especially the bass lines- y/n let me tell you i’ve never heard basslines like that in my life. whoever your bass player is, is INSANE because even i can’t imagine making my fingers go that fast. the whole thing is just- extraordinary. that was amazing y/n, you guys are amazing.” 

you blushed and laughed shyly, thinking of what ezra and selene would say. “yeah, they're really great. all of us have worked so hard to be here.’ 

“i can definitely tell.” josh said. you smiled warmly at him while you listened to all the others give their compliments.

-

somehow, a few hours later, you found yourself up on a cliff with jake, overlooking the entire festival grounds. 

after texting ezra that you probably weren’t going to make it to the phoebe concert, you followed jake up a steep path snaking around the sandy mountain. he had said the view would “knock your socks off,” and who are you to deny him?

“so this is what you meant by ‘i know a spot’, huh?” you teased. 

he gave you a grin, sitting down on the rocky ground, legs dangling off the cliffs edge. you copied his actions, leaning back on your hands and taking in the view. 

“don’t worry, you're the only other person i’ve taken here,” he reassured. 

“wait, you’ve been here before?” you questioned. 

he turned to you with a wide smile. “we come here every year. kind of like a tradition. i found this spot when i was checking out the grounds for the first time. it was a pretty rocky climb at first but, it seems like the path’s smoothed out over the years. i love to just come here and... look.” he explained. 

you smiled a warm, affectionate smile. “well then i’m honored i get to be the first person other than you to be here.” 

he breathed a laugh through his nose, turning his head back to the sun peeking over the desert’s horizon. you both sat in silence for a few minutes, humming along to whatever song was playing from your phone. 

after a bit, he turned to you, his face glowing in the golden, bronzing sunlight. “i know i only just met you, so this might be a weird thing to do, but, can i ask you a question?” you straightened a tiny but, preparing yourself for what he was about to say. “of course, anything.” you smiled, encouraging him to go on. 

he huffed, and you could tell he was contemplating how he should go about his words.

finally, he said them.

“why are girlfriends so... difficult, sometimes? like, i don’t mean difficult per say, it's just- she won’t listen to what i’m trying to say...” he trailed. “i mean i love her, i do.” he said with furrowed brows, and a hint of hesitation in his voice. “but i can feel us breaking. and i don’t want it to end like this. and like, i know this is a lot to put on you so early in our friendship but i mean, you're kind of the only other person i can talk to about this besides my brothers. they all say the same thing-” “break up with her?” 

“...yeah.”

“do you think they're right?” 

“no! i don’t want to break up with her i-” he put his head into his hands. “i don’t know y/n. it kind of seems like maybe i would finally feel free if i did.” he confessed, his body deflating like a big weight had been lifted from him by saying those words. 

you put a reassuring hand on his back. “look, i’m not gonna tell you what you should or shouldn’t do jake. but, i think deep down, you know what you should do. whether that be to break up with her, or figure something else out. you know deep in your soul what to do. even though it may not be what you want to do, you know it’s what you should do. you know what’s wrong and what’s right.” you said, leaning into him the tiniest bit. he took his head out of his hands, turning to you and smiling sadly. 

“you’re really good with words, you know that?” he said, his eyes glinting in the setting sun. you rested your head on his shoulder. “i’ve been told that a few times,” you grinned, looking up at him. 

your faces were so close, it would be so easy to just inch forward the tiniest bit, and touch your lips to his. you had enough self-control to refrain though. he has enough shit to work out already, don't add on to it.

you were both broken out of your trance by a commotion coming from below you. squinting down, you saw that coincidentally, you were directly above the stage that phoebe bridgers was performing on. you gasped, jumping up and excitedly looking at jake. 

“i told ezra and ollie i was gonna go with them to see her but i had to bail! it looks like i didn’t miss it after all,” you grinned. 

you screamed loudly as you heard the opening chords of ‘kyoto’ ring up and out from the stage. you took jake’s hands and swung his around, dancing wildly with him wheezing out laughter at your actions. 

he danced along with you through the whole set, only stopping when she started playing ‘i know the end’, slowing down and catching his breath. he never took his hands out of yours though, simply leaning forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

you giggled and rested your head on his, closing your eyes and breathing in the moment. “i’m really glad i met you, y/n,” he mumbled, so quiet you almost couldn't even hear it. you smiled, a small, content smile. “i’m glad i met you, jake.” you replied, wrapping an arm around his neck. you teo slow danced for a bit until eventually the song sped up, the instruments getting heavier and all of a sudden it stopped and everyone at the bottom of the cliff screamed

the end is here

you screamed it too, jumping out of jakes grasp and jumping around wildly, losing all concern for how stupid or crazy you looked. but he simply watched. he stood there, arms crossed, grinning like he was watching the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen unfold before his eyes. 

and in his mind, he was.

–

the rest of the night was spent with your head in jake’s lap, fingers threading through your hair and scratching your scalp while music from your phone played softly in the background. 

you talked about everything. everything and anything and nothing and all things in between. it seemed as though not a topic went undiscussed. 

there was no care for what time it was, or the places you had to be. just each other, and the desert. and as cliche as that might sound, it’s true. not a word was spoken about responsibilities or plans, not even a question of “hey, what time is it?” 

there was no regard for anything except each other.

eventually you started to get sleepy, and you think it was around the time you heard ‘terrapin’ by syd barrett come on. 

your conversation had dwindled down to not even words, but simply the movements of his fingers in your hair and yours drawing shapes on his legs. 

the last thing you remember registering was syd’s voice, and a very distant voice, so far away you were sure it was just a disembodied voice from your oncoming dreams, whispering ‘i love you’

well, oh baby,

my hair’s on end about you

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The way I screamed when I saw this commission! The artwork is by the simply lovely, delightful & talented @rosefuckinggenius. If you have never commissioned her, you should! Rose, you're the absolute best, my dear! Thank you for bringing my babies to life this holiday season!

All is Merry & Bright

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Other Characters: Bryce Lahela, Vivian Carrick (F!OC), Jordan Carrick (M!OC) Words/Rating: 1,200 / Teen Summary: It's their second Christmas with little Samantha, and the Carricks are getting ready to take their Christmas card photo. As Uncle Jordan sets up the perfect shot, Grandma Vivian and Bryce provide the commentary. A/N: In my timeline, this would be taking place during the Christmas 2024 season.

With their coffee orders securely in hand, Tobias stepped into the vestibule of his townhome, careful to make sure ‘Hurricane Samantha’ wasn’t underfoot. A year ago, he and Casey wondered what it would be like when she began to walk and talk; now they knew it only added to the joyful chaos they had come to know and love. It was as familiar as the warm vanilla cinnamon scent that had filled the air ever since Casey moved in and as welcoming as his wife’s loving embrace or his daughter’s smile at the end of the day.

He smiled as he placed the snowflake bedecked cups on their dining room table. The last four years of his life bore no resemblance to the thirty-six that had preceded it, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard his brother's desperate pleas from the next room. He was doing his best to keep Samantha occupied, but she was quicker than he thought, and the bowl of red, silver, and green-wrapped Hershey kisses was too tempting. As the toddler's tiny hand reached up to grab the bowl, Jordan started to unravel.

“No, Sammy! No! I know Mommy and Daddy don't want you on a sugar high while before taking your Christmas pictures!”

But Samantha was undeterred.  “Yum-YUMS!” She yelled. The bowl was about to topple on her just as Tobias lifted her from behind, placing her high atop his shoulders in one swoop.

“Uncle Jordan’s right, pumpkin. Let’s save the sugaring up for after, OK?”

“Wow!” Jordan was astonished. “You said I was right!”

Tobias shot his brother a smirk. “Yeah, well, even a broken clock is right twice a day! Where is Casey, anyway.”

“Upstairs, finishing her makeup.”

“Still?”

“She was all done,” Jordan shrugged. “But then Ma had... opinions... so she's upstairs touching up.”

“Oh, shit!” Tobias laughed. “Then we’re safer down here with this little firecracker.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

But Casey and Vivian were descending the stairs at that very moment, and Mrs. Carrick was all happy to interrupt her sons.

“Hate to disappoint you, boys. But we smelled that delicious coffee the moment you came in. There’s no keeping us away.”

“Gam-mah!” Samanta squirmed excitedly, throwing her arms her grandmother's way, and that's how Vivian instantly forgot about her coffee.

“Oh, come here, my little angel!" She cooed, retrieving her from Tobias's arms. "That’s right! Tell Daddy that Grandma’s here. His services are no longer needed!”

“Really?” Tobias sneered. “Because with all your complaints of wanting another grandchild, I think my services are most certainly needed.”

Bryce dropped his coffee cup to the table with a thud. His eyes rose to the ceiling as he let out a sigh. “I don't know if putting up with you two is worth the free coffee.”

“Maybe not,” Tobias said, pointing to a few bags on the table. “But there are also cookies from Parziale’s, and I’m ordering in Chinese after the photo. Would that make it worthwhile?” Bryce may have answered if he weren't too rushing for the cookies.

Tobias let out a slow whistle as he walked toward Casey, making a show of looking her over as he did.

“No mistletoe needed here!" Casey laughed. "You can just kiss me."

Tobias studied Casey's face, then kissed her forehead. “Not bad! Not bad at all!”

“Jordan told Vivian he didn't like it,” Casey smiled. “He wanted something a little edgier. That a little punk edge four our family Christmas portrait would go a long way.”

“And I made it clear that my foot would go a long way...” Vivian interjected. “A long way up his ass if he thought I would allow that to happen.”

“ASS!” Samantha hollered, and everyone but Vivian broke into a fit of laughter.

“See what you make me do!” Vivian scolded as she whisked Sammy into the living room. “Making me say bad words in front of my grandbaby.”

“There is a swear jar in the kitchen," Bryce noted.

“Yeah," Casey added. "Between all of us, her college education will be funded before she turns two.”

“Amen to that,” Tobias laughed.

“All right, guys, as fun as this is, do you think we can start taking the pictures?” Jordan requested. “I do have a date tonight.”

“Oh, do you?” Casey teased.

“Yep,” Jordan grinned, playfully smacking his brother. “Someone’s gotta keep the Carrick rep going since this one has gone all domestic.”

“That’s not our rep!” Vivian shouted. “You’re not getting any younger either, Jordan! Who is this person? Do I know them?"

"I think I know him," Casey winked. "Make it quick; Vivian is itching to plan another wedding!"

“Oh! Trust!” Tobias laughed heartily. “Trust! She is!”  

“All fun aside," Casey segued. " We should start the photos before it gets too close to Sammy’s naptime.”

“Yeah, we want to do it before my naptime, too,” Bryce added.

“You’re not in the photo,” Tobias reminded. “You can go nap now if you want."

“You know, I’m still insulted by that," Bryce complained. "Why am I not in the family photo?”

“Because you’re not their stepson, no matter how much you may act like it," Vivian advised. "Now, if you want a family portrait, I suggest you get mar...”

“Annnnd on that note, it's photo time!" Jordan grinned.

“Sammy, come here, baby,” Casey beamed as her giggling little toddler wobbled over to her. “Let Mommy fix your sweater so we are all pretty for our picture!”

“I’ll admit,” Vivian observed. “Those sweaters wouldn't have been my first pick, but they're definitely you two! They will make an adorable family Christmas card.”

Casey stopped what she was doing, exhaling as she snuggled under her husband’s arm. “Family Christmas card... our second already. Can you believe it?”

“Oh, do I hear disappointment there?” Tobias teased.

“Not even a little. But sometimes, I’m still astonished. How did we end up here?”

“Do I really have to explain how this came to be, Mrs. Carrick,” Tobias winked. "See, when a man and a woman fall in love, sometimes, they do this thing together...."

“OK, No!" Jordan insisted. “I don’t need to hear about how Sammy was conceived.”

“No, we don’t,” Vivian agreed. “But I do need you two to keep at it - in private! Because I sure would love a second grandbaby on next year’s card.”

“I think that’s her way of offering to babysit for us tonight,” Casey winked. 

Tobias pulled his wife and Sammy closer. “Then, that's our queue! Come on, let's get this picture over with."

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