#they still sleep next to each other a lot of the time. sami will enter desire's room and just plop down next to her at like midnight

[sherbovania]

i'm workin on sami's lore post as we speak but i got a lot of miscellaneous and unorganized thoughts pertaining to her that absolutely do not belong anywhere except the Sapphic Brainworms Containment Zone (right here). also strategically posting this late into the night so the normans that follow me are less likely to see it (it is a tiny bit embarrassing sorry)

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Home Movies

Pairing: Nasty Suicide x Reader

Author’s Note: I want to apologize for how long these imagines have been taking me. Lately, I just feel like my writing is turning out like shit, and I never wanna give you guys something that I don’t think is good. Anyways, ignore my pity party, and enjoy this! 

ALSO, this one does focus heavily on having a kid with Nasty and pregnancy is sort of implied (but I tried to keep it open towards other means of becoming a parent), so if that’s not your thing, I’m sorry.

The sound of your own laughter stopped you in your tracks as you carried a basket of laundry down the hall. You tilted your head in confusion. It wasn’t every day that you heard your own voice echoing from another room in the house.

“Nasty,” you called, knowing that he was somewhere around. “What are you doing?” You had a feeling your lover was behind this.

Sure enough, Nasty’s voice responded from the same direction of the familiar laughter you heard earlier.

“In here!”

You put down the laundry and followed his voice to the living room, where you found him lounging on the couch, entranced by the home videos playing on the television screen. He was still clad in his boxers and a t shirt, not yet dressed for the day. A steaming cup of coffee was perched on the end table.

“What are you watching these for?” you asked as you made your way over to him and joined him on the couch.

Not taking his eyes of the screen, Nasty shrugged. “Dunno,” he said. “Just saw the tape and decided to put it in.”

You looked to the screen to see what was going on. On the TV, a younger version of the two of you were giving a tour of your new home to your good friend, Razzle, who was behind the camera filming.

“Over here,” Nasty said, walking into the master bedroom, “is my favorite room.” The room was sparsely decorated, you and Nasty had only a sparse amount of money leftover from your first deposit on the house.

Razzle piped up from behind the video camera. “Why’s that?” he asked as he panned the camera around the room.

You rolled your eyes as a wolfish grin came across Nasty’s face.

“Well,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, “me and (Y/N) have a lot of fun in here if you catch my drift.”

Razzle made a gagging sound in the background as you and Nasty burst into simultaneous bouts of laughter.

“Come on,” you said once you’d regained your composure. “I’ll show you the kitchen.”

The video cut out a few moments after that and skipped ahead to another date in time. This time you and Nasty’s friends sat gathered in the very same living room you were currently sitting in, talking amongst themselves.

You snuggled up next to Nasty, who swung an arm around your shoulders, as you watched the scene unfold. You had to admit to yourself that watching these snippets from your past brought back a wonderful feeling of nostalgia.

“What’s with the camera?” Michael asked, looking directly into the lens. His eyeliner was heavy and made his blue eyes pop loudly. He looked younger and his hair was long.

Nasty must have been the one holding it because you suddenly came into frame wearing a huge smile.

“Well,” you said, “We have something to tell you guys.” This earned the attention of all your guests. You wrung your hands nervously in front of you. After a beat of silence, you finally spoke again. “Me and Nasty,” you began, looking over to the man behind the camera for moral support, “we’re going to have a baby.”

Shouts of surprise and excitement immediately filled the room. You couldn’t quite make out what anyone in particular was saying as everyone was speaking over each other. Sami, one of your best friends, was the first to stand and engulf you in a hug. He leaned in to whisper something into your ear.

The video paused and you looked over to see Nasty holding the remote. He turned to you with a sentimental look.

“Do you remember that day?” he asked you.

“Yeah,” you hummed. “If feels like just yesterday.”

He nodded his head in agreement with you. “It’s hard to believe it’s been five years.”

As if on cue, your son’s footsteps could suddenly be heard coming down the hall. He appeared in the doorway shortly after, dark fluffy hair sticking up in every direction and his pajama clad body practically bouncing with the energy only a four-year-old seemed capable of possessing.

“I dreamed about an airplane last night!” he cheered upon entering the room. He clambered his way onto the couch without invitation and wiggled his way between you and Nasty.

Nasty smiled down fondly at the child. “That’s super cool bud,” he said, ruffling his son’s hair.

“What are you watching?” the little boy asked, eyes instantly drawn to the colorful images paused on the television.

“Home videos,” you responded. “Videos from before you were born.”

“Is that Uncle Sami?” he asked, pointing to the frozen screen. Sami and you stood mid-embrace.

“Yeah,” you said. “This is right after we told everyone that you’d be joining our family.”

Your son’s big blue eyes squinted at the screen, trying to make out what was going on. “Was he happy?” he asked.

“Everyone was happy,” Nasty answered.

Your son nodded, content with that response, and turned his focus back to the TV.

Nasty took the hint to unpause the video.

The hug between you and Sami faded out as a new video began. This one, weeks later, at a birthday party for Nasty. You were filming for a change and had the camera pointed to Nasty who was seated on the couch opening birthday presents from his mates.

He was pulling the tissue paper out of a gift bag as he joked around with Andy and Razzle. They were sitting next to him, balancing plates of cake on their laps.

Finally, Nasty pulled the gift out of the bag and held it up. It was a shirt, made for a baby, with the words, “future drummer” written across it. The gift, of course, was from Razzle.

Everyone laughed while Nasty jokingly rolled his eyes at the present.

“No way!” he playfully argued, putting the shirt down. “My kid’s gonna be a guitar player.”

“Yeah!” Andy sided.

Razzle was quick to retort with a list of reasons as to why drums were a much better instrument than guitar could ever be. You kept on filming, entertained greatly by the scene in front of you.

“Hey!” Mike cut in, pulling the attention to him. “What about saxophone?”

Shouts of disapproval could be heard before the video cut out and skipped ahead.

You and Nasty both laughed at the memory while your son looked confused.

“I want to play drums,” he said, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

“You do?” you asked, surprised. He’d never said anything about that before this moment. “You’re already learning guitar.”

Your son nodded determinately. “I want to know both.”

Nasty shifted to look at him. “Hmm, I see,” he said. “I guess I can call Uncle Raz today and see about getting you some lessons,” he said.

Your son screamed with joy and threw his arms around Nasty’s neck. Your heart swelled at the sight of your two favorite boys sharing such a sweet moment. Your son had turned out just like Nasty, not just in looks, but in personality as well. He seemed shy and reserved in public, but around his friends and family he was always talking and making everyone laugh. He absolutely loved music too. Nasty had begun to teach him guitar when he was just two. The boy had begged to learn as soon as he knew how to. You felt extremely lucky to have the two of them in your life.

You turned your head as Nasty switched on the home videos one more time.

“Babe, look at him.”

You were holding the camera once again. It was aimed at Nasty, but this time, he was standing in the nursery looking down fondly into the crib.

You panned the camera over as to catch sight of the baby sleeping soundly inside.

“He’s adorable,” you whispered, careful to keep your voice lowered so you wouldn’t wake the baby.

“He’s perfect,” Nasty corrected. He looked up and you brought the camera back to focus on his face. “I love you,” he said, “and I love him. My perfect family.”

You leaned over your son and captured Nasty’s lips in a quick kiss, feeling nothing but overwhelming love for the man sitting next to you. He returned your kiss hungrily.

“Ew,” your son whined from beneath you. His nose crinkled up in disgust.

“Ew?” Nasty said, feigning shock. “I’ll show you mister!” he declared before grabbing hold of your son, pulling him onto his lap and covering the giggling boy’s face with kisses.

“I love you too,” you answered off-screen. “I love you both.”

[ofstarsandvibranium]

This Is Your Song

Fandom: Marvel (Rock Star AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your best friend is the lead guitarist of the up and coming rock band, The Howling Commandos. You’ve been with him and the band since the very beginning and throughout that time, you’ve realized you’ve fallen in love with your best friend. And you’re not sure what to do anymore seeing that you’re the band’s assistant and you’re tired of seeing Bucky with other women.

A/N: Was inspired after listening to Sami by Darren Criss and I changed some of the lyrics a bit. Also, this is long af (nearly 6K words!!), so I’m sorry.

You watch from the side of the stage as the Howling Commandos finish off their final song, the crowd going wild for them. There’s screams, hollers, cheers, all of it for your best friend and his band. You’ll never get tired of hearing the enjoyment the band gives to people, nor will you ever get tired of the proud look on Bucky’s face whenever they finish a show. 

“Thank you so much, everyone! We’ll see you next time!” Steve, the lead singer, shouts and the roar of the crowd grows as each member trickles off the stage. 

Dum Dum is off first, and he ruffles your hair as he passes by. Jim and Gabe both give you polite smiles. Jacques takes your hand and kisses it, he was the biggest flirt out of all of them. James gives you a little hip bump which makes you giggle. Steve pulls you in for a hug. And Bucky?

“WOO! THAT WAS QUITE THE SHOW TONIGHT, EH, Y/N?!” he lifts you up and twirls you around making you squeal and giggle. 

When he sets you down, you ruffle his already messy hair, “Yeah! They really dig you guys!”

“Alright, guys, let’s pack up and head to the hotel! We fly out tomorrow morning and you all need your beauty sleep...except maybe Dum Dum. He’ll always be ugly.” you all chuckle as the band’s manager, Howard Stark, pokes fun.

“Fuck you, Stark,” Dum Dum replies with a smirk, shoving his manager. 

Everyone exited the building, heading towards the waiting van. There were already fans waiting for them outside. Screams and yells for each member’s name from different people. They all took a few pictures with fans, gave some hugs, and signed some things. You sat in the back of the band watching them with a proud smile on your face. They’ve come a long way from that small garage band. 

Your eyes moved from each member and then landed on Bucky. Your smile wavered when you saw him accept a number from a very attractive woman around your age. 

“Hey,” you look to your side to see Steve sitting beside you. He never really liked the crowds or the attention. He still saw himself as the small, shy kid from Brooklyn. Not some rockstar, “You okay?”

You put on a smile, one that you’re sure he knows is fake, “Of course! You guys did amazing last night.”

Steve looks at you with pity and you hate it. He’s well aware of your feelings for Bucky, “Y/N, you-”

You shake your head, cutting him off, “Just drop it, Steve. Please.”

Bucky is the last one to enter the van and he has a big grin on his face, probably because of how many numbers he received from some attractive looking fans. He looks back at you and immediately sees the worried look on your face, “What’s wrong?”

“Just tired is all.”

He scoffs, “Come on. You can’t be tired! We have our ritual!” Ritual meaning going to Bucky’s room watching crap reality tv while binging on snacks. 

You shrug, “Sorry, Buck. But you need your rest anyway, like Howard said, we’ve got an early flight.”

He slumps in his chair groaning, “Fiiiiine. Guess I’ll be watching The Real Housewives of Orange County all by myself.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, “It’s only for one night, Buck. You can live without me for a night.”

He smirks at you, “You’re my best friend. There’s no way I can live without ya.” the way that he looks at you right there makes your heart beat faster. It’s just one of those things that makes you think, Maybe he feels the same way. But then you see how he flirts with fans and groupies and other women. Then that hope is gone. 

Twenty minutes later, the lot of you are trekking down the hall towards your individual rooms. Yours is across from Bucky’s and right next to Steve’s. You pull out your card key and open the door, but before you step inside, Bucky stops you.

“Y/N?” you turn around to see him standing there, hands in his pockets. He then leans in and kisses your cheek, “Good night.”

You muster out a “Good-night” back and watch Bucky enter his own room, the door closing behind him. You look to Steve, who witnessed the whole thing, and he looks how you feel, completely in shock. You close your door and push Steve into his own, closing the door behind you. 

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” you cry out, “That just happened.”

Steve snickers as he kicks off his shoes and catapults himself onto his bed, “Yeah. That happened. I told you he likes you. The whole flirty bad boy act is just that: an act. You’ve known him for ten years, Y/N, there’s no way that any other woman can hold a candle to you.”

You want to believe Steve. You really do, but you think back to all the other women Bucky’s been around. They’re so beautiful. And you? You’re just some girl from Brooklyn who’s been following her best friend and his band around the country. And you’ll only ever be that: Bucky’s best friend. 

The excitement from the kiss has faded back into sadness, “He doesn’t mean it, Steve.” you mumble as you sit on the edge of his bed.

“Oh come on!”

“Steve, why would Bucky have me when he’s got all these beautiful women throwing themselves at him?”

“Well, for one, you know him like no one else. These women just like him for his looks and talents. They probably want bragging rights to say that they slept with a rock star.”

You look up at him, seeing him hugging a pillow, trying not to fall asleep, “How does Peggy do it?” you ask softly.

Steve’s eyes immediately widen at the sound of his girlfriend’s name. A small smile appears on his lips and his eyes soften, “I don’t know to be honest. Peg’s something else. She knows her worth and sometimes I feel like I’m not worthy of her. I’m gone a lot, on the road traveling. I’ve tried to break up with her a few times, saying that she deserves better. But she doesn’t want anyone but me. She loved me before the band even started and she loves me now. And-I don’t know, Y/N. Guess I’m just lucky to have someone as understanding and trusting as her.” 

You stare down at your lap, “I love Bucky, Steve. I really do, but I don’t know if I can handle being rejected by him.”

Steve sits up and moves over to you, his legs now hanging over the edge of the bed, and he places a hand on top of yours, “You won’t be rejected. That guy love you, Y/N. I know he does. Sure, he hasn’t told me that, but I see it. So enough of this mutual pining shit! You walk out of this room and up to Bucky’s. You barge in there and you tell ‘im that you love him!”

You nod, “Okay! I’ll do it!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!” Steve wraps his arms around you and gives you a big hug, “You’re not gonna need it, but good luck.”

You snort, “Thanks, and don’t forget to call Peggy before you go to sleep!”

“Right! Ha, I forgot. Thanks, Y/N!”

“It’s what I’m here for!” you give him a wave and then you walk out the door. 

“Okay,” you mumble to yourself, “You got this, Y/N. You got this.” you walk the short distance to Bucky’s door and you knock on his door. There’s no answer. Maybe he’s in the bathroom. You look at the time and see that there’s no way Bucky could be asleep right now. He usually doesn’t go to sleep until late. So you pull out the key to his room, one that you kept only for emergencies and you walk in. 

“Hey, Buck, I gotta tell you someth-” you stop when you see a woman roll off of Bucky. She’s naked, save for the panties she still has on. Bucky is down to his boxers.

“Y/N! I-I-”

You shake your head, “Sorry. Sorry, I-you didn’t answer and I didn’t think you-Sorry. I’ll go.” you’re heading for the door and Bucky’s crying out for you.

“Wait, Y/N! Don’t-fuck!” you hear a thud, but you don’t dare turn around. If you did, you’d see Bucky on the floor, scrambling to pull on his jeans. The necklace with his ring, the friendship ring you gave him, swinging around his neck, “Y/N! Wait!” the door shuts in his face and Bucky’s body fills with dread. 

“She your girlfriend or something?” the blonde woman asks, sitting at the edge of his bed, looking unnerved. 

Bucky runs his hands through his hair, “Get out.”

“What?” the blonde looks at him in disbelief.

“I said get out! Get dressed and get the fuck out!”

The blonde is pissed as she quickly throws on her clothes, “Can’t believe this!” and she pushes past Bucky and out the door she goes. 

Bucky grabs his shirt and pulls it on. Not bothering with his shoes, he steps into the hallway. He takes two steps and he’s in front of your room. He hesitantly knocks. 

“Y/N? Can-Can we talk for a minute?” he runs a hand down his face, “I just-I’m sorry you had to see that.” he lets out a shaky breath, “Can you please opent he door, Y/N? I need-please?” he presses an ear to your door and he hears nothing. No shuffling or footsteps coming towards him. You’re either ignoring him or just not in your room. He really hopes it’s the latter. 

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Earlier.

As soon as Bucky stepped into his room, he felt a grey cloud loom over him. He didn’t like that he had to come to his room alone. After every show, you were always with him and you always did your post-show ritual. But now that was broken and he doesn’t really blame you. You’re tired and he doesn’t wanna force you to do something when you’re not in the mood to do it. So he let you have your rest. 

He decided to go to the hotel’s bar instead. Maybe get a few drinks in to numb the loneliness that’s usually filled in by you. 

He isn’t even finished with his first whiskey and he’s already approached by a beautiful leggy blonde. 

“Hey, you’re in that band right?”

He glances her way and eyes her form. She’s gorgeous and maybe this is his chance to finally get over you, “Yes, I am. I’m Bucky,” he sticks out his hand with a smirk.

“Elaine,” she says in a low, seductive tone, “How ‘bout we get outta here, Bucky? Bet we can have a lot more fun somewhere private.”

Bucky licks his lips and nods, slapping down a few bills, not worrying about the change and pulling Elaine by the hand, towards the elevator. 

Her lips are on his as soon as the doors close. She tastes a bit like vodka but he doesn’t care. He needs to drown out your smile, your laugh, your eyes. The doors open to his floor and he practically drags Elaine to his door, glancing at yours, before heading inside his room. 

Clothes are discarded. Bucky’s on his back, down to his boxers and Elaine’s straddling him, completely topless. The kisses are wet and messy and-

“Hey, Buck, I gotta tell you someth-” at the sound of your voice, Elaine rolls off him and he sees you standing there wide eyed. He looks at Elaine and then you.

“Y/N! I-I-” he’s stumbling over his words, trying to find the right ones to say, to explain to you that-

“Sorry. Sorry, I-you didn’t answer and I didn’t think you-Sorry. I’ll go.” you’re heading for the door and Bucky’s heart is pounding. 

He calls out for you, “Wait, Y/N! Don’t-fuck!” he scrambles off the bed, falling onto the floor with a thud. “Y/N! Wait!” he tries to run after you but the door shuts in his face. 

This was a mistake. Why did he think he could do this?! He loves you!

He kicks Elaine out with no remorse. She should’ve never been there in the first place. Once she’s gone and he’s redressed, he goes to your door, pleading for you to open up. When he gets no response, he really hopes that it’s because you’re not in your room.

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You’re crying in Steve’s arms. You should’ve never listened to him. Why did you listen to him? You knew the truth. Bucky Barnes will never have feelings for you like you have for him. 

And now what do you do? You’re the band’s assistant and you don’t know if you can face Bucky. What are you going to do?

The next morning you and everyone else are packed into the fan, heading to the airport. You’re sitting next to Steve again, ignoring the Bucky’s pleading gaze on you. You put on your earbuds and close your eyes, drowning out face and the pain. 

You don’t sit next to him like you’re supposed to. You and Bucky always sit next to each other on plane rides, but this time, you don’t. You seemed to have switched tickets with Dum Dum, sitting next to Steve and Dum Dum next to Bucky. Guess no rom-com movies with you. 

The days seem so dull and slow now that you seem to be avoiding Bucky. He hates it. The ignored texts and calls. Being waved off to go help the stage crew. He just wants you to look at him, to listen to him. 

He happens to catch you all alone in the green room. You’re setting up the band’s snacks while everyone else is doing sound check. Bucky said he needed to use the bathroom, but really, he was just looking for you. 

“Y/N?” he sees your body tense and he hates that he’s the reason.

“I’m busy, Bucky,” you mumble, going back to setting up the snacks.

“Y/N, please, stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not ignoring you, Bucky. I’ve just been busy doing my job.”

“You don’t answer my texts or calls, you keep pushing me away whenever I try to talk to you, and you’re suddenly spending so much time with Steve? How is that not ignoring me. I’m your best friend-”

“Yeah, Bucky. You’re my best friend, not my boyfriend! I don’t have to text or call you or hang out with you every second of the day!”

Bucky tries not to let your words hurt him. You’re upset with him, that’s it, “Listen, Y/N, I just want to explain that ni-”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Bucky. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your anything. You can sleep with anyone you want. I don’t care.” You push him out of the way and head for the door. 

“No, Y/N, please! You’re not listening to me!” 

You look over your shoulder, eyes teary and lip quivering, “Just leave me alone, Bucky.” and the door slams behind you. 

You march up to the sound booth where Howard is watching the sound rehearsal. He looks at you with a worried gaze, “You okay, kid?”

“After tonight, I’m quitting.”

“You sure?” 

You nod, “Yeah. I just-I need a break from all this. I wanna go back home work on my songwriting.”

“Alright,” you know he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. His arm just wraps around you and he pulls you in for a hug, “I’m gonna miss you, kid.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

The show was a blur for Bucky. His heart wasn’t in it like it usually was and everyone could tell. The band kept asking him what was up and he just answered with the same thing, “Nothing.” He goes straight to his hotel room after that, just needing some sleep and hopefully, when he wakes up, it would be just a terrible nightmare.

It wasn’t. In fact, it was so much worse.

“Quit? She just-she just quit?”

Howard nods, “Yeah. Flew back home last night. Said she needed a break.” 

This was it. After everything that you and Bucky had gone through, you were done. And it was all his fault. 

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3 months later and 2 months until end of tour.

Being in back in Brooklyn is so weird. You became so used to hotels and big arenas and now you��re back to your old apartment. Your roommates Wanda and Pietro still around, giving you comfort and support. 

While working at a cafe, you continued to work on your songwriting, something that was a hobby you obtained whilst being friends with Bucky. You actually helped him write a few songs for the band and it always brought you joy to hear them play it, hearing the crowd sing along to the lyrics. But now the thought just made you sad. 

You’re in your room, sitting in front of your small recording set up, guitar in hand as you strum the chords you’ve been practicing, as well as the lyrics: 

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

You stop strumming to write down more lyrics into your notebook. It’s not much, but it’s definitely a big deal since this is your first song you’ve written without Bucky or anyone’s help. 

Speaking of Bucky, according to Steve, he’s not doing well. You see from footage of fans and media outlets that he’s not as lively as he used to be. Sure, he’s smiling on stage and meeting fans, but people have come to realize that he’s not genuine. Are you worried about him? Of course, but you need your time away from Bucky. You can’t handle your feelings for him while he’s around so being away from him has definitely helped...despite you writing a song about him. 

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Bucky just loves to torture himself, it seems. He’s in his hotel room and the tv is on in front of him, but he’s not paying attention. Instead, he’s watching a video of you and him on his phone. 

You and he are sitting on the couch in the green room before a show. The band is chatting away in the background while you and Bucky are tossing grapes into each other’s mouth. It was a competition to see how many you could catch in a row. You were winning. 

Bucky watches as you throw a grap at him, the small fruit hitting his nose instead of his mouth, which resulted in you bursting into laughter. A sad smile appears on his face. He notices how he’s looking at you on screen. Eyes filled with so much amusement and love. He should’ve just told you how he felt instead of trying to push his feelings aside. Maybe if he did tell you, you wouldn’t have left. 

“Hey,” he looks up to see Steve standing at the edge of his bed.

“How-”

“Stark let me in. I did knock.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Steve hears your laughter coming from Bucky’s phone and he shakes his head, “Stop it. You’re hurting yourself even more.”

"I miss her, Steve. She’s still not reading any of my texts or answering my calls. I love her and I fucked up.”

“Well, soon enough, the tour will be over and we’ll go back home. Then you can beg and plead and all that, but right now we have a job to do. So get off your ass and let’s go.”

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1 month until end of tour

You finally did it. You came up with the chords and the lyrics and you’re done. The song is done and you’re so proud! 

You sit in front of your camera, guitar in hand and you smile, “Hey, Steve. I did it! It’s done! I spent all last night finishing it up and here it is! I hope you like it!” you clear your voice and then begin to strum your guitar:

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

The way your hair falls in your eyes Makes me wonder if you'll Ever see through my disguise And I'm under your spell

Everything is falling And I don't know where to land Everyone knows who you are But you don't know who I am

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

I see you singing on that stage You look just like an angel And all I do is pray

That maybe, someday you'll hear my song And understand that all along There's something more that I'm trying to say When I say

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

What you're doing to me!

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

What you're doing to me..

“So yeah. That’s-That’s the song,” you chuckle, “Clearly, if I take this to the studio, I’m gonna change Bucky to, I don’t know, Baby. That makes sense, right? Anyway, tell me your thoughts and if I should change anything. Hope to hear from you soon!” you wave at the camera and then end the recording. 

You then hook up your camera to your laptop and attach your video to an email, sending it to Steve with anxiety coursing through you. 

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Steve his on his laptop in Bucky’s room. His earbuds in and Bucky assume’s he’s watching youtube videos or something. Meanwhile, Bucky is trying to read an email on his phone but the format is all weird. He turns around and waves at Steve, who pulls out an earbud, “Yeah?”

“Can I borrow your laptop? Becca sent me an email and I can’t read it ‘cause the format is weird.”

“Uuuhh, yeah.” Steve clicks something and then pulls his headphones out, “Here ya go. I’ll be back. I’m gonna grab my charger from my room.”

“Yeah. Kay. Thanks, man.”

Bucky sits up and settles the laptop on his lap and moves the mouse to add a new tab, but he stops when he sees your name. He knows he shouldn’t read Steve’s email, but it was your name! Curiosity got the best of him and he began to read Steve’s email.

It sounds amazing, Y/N! I’m really proud of you and I’m very honored to be one of the first people to hear your song. Keep up the good work and I expect you to remember me when you’re famous. 

Miss you a bunch, 

Steve.

“Song?” Bucky mumbled to himself. He looked up the thread and saw that you sent him a video. He clicks on it and he’s greeted to your face, your voice, your smile. God, did he miss you. 

He watched as you began to strum your guitar. Your mouth opened and there came that beautiful voice he loved:

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. You wrote this all by yourself? Bucky couldn’t help but swell with pride as he hears you sing-

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

What? “She wrote a song about me?” he mumbles out loud. He looks up and sees Steve standing there, laptop charger in hand, “Why did she write a song about me?”

“The same reason why you’re so depressed that she left. She loves you.”

“She loves me,” he whispers to himself, “Did she send you an audio clip too?” Steve nods, “Can you send it to me?”

____________________

You knew that The Howling Commandos had their last show in Los Angeles. That meant everyone was coming back home, which meant Bucky was coming back home. You don’t know what you would do if you saw Bucky again. Would you apologize for walking out on him? Would you explain your jealous rage and heartbreak? Would you tell him that you love him? You didn’t really know, but you supposed you’d cross that bridge when you get there. In the meantime, you’ll continue working at the cafe during the day and then working on your songs during the night. 

Tonight was open mic night. Anyone can sign up and perform for the cafe. It was usually busy on these nights, so you didn’t have much time to enjoy the performances since you were hustling to make drinks. 

Your coworker Denise was the emcee tonight. So before and after every performance, she was there to announce the next act. Like now.

“Alright! Thank you, Kelly for the amazing cover of All Star. Now, our next performer is going to be singing an original, but not one he wrote. A special someone of his did. Anyway, let’s give it up for James!” the people sat around the small makeshift stage clapped and then gasped. You didn’t really care nor did you have the time to pause for a moment. You needed to get these drinks out.

“Iced matcha for Matt!” 

You hear the faint strumming of a guitar over the espresso machine. When you hear some all too familiar lyrics, you freeze. 

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

You excuse yourself from behind the counter. Your other coworkers not paying you any attention as you weave through the crowd, heading for the front of the stage.

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

You make eye contact with all too familiar eyes and the low melodious singing voice. There, sitting on the stool onstage is Bucky. He looks like he hasn’t slept and his clothes are disheveled. Did he just arrive from the airport?

Baby, Baby... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

You continue to be captivated as Bucky sings the rest of your song, replacing his name with Baby, like you had mentioned in your video to Steve. Wait, did Steve show him your video? 

After a few more minutes, Bucky finishes the song and the entire cafe erupts in applause and whistles. He nervously chuckles and thanks everyone for their time. Hopping off stage and towards you. 

Your heart is pounding out of your chest and you feel like you’re on the brink of fight or flight mode. Mostly flight. You want to run away but your feet are planted to the ground. 

“Hi,” Bucky says, standing right in front of you.

“Hi,” you mumble back. You feel everyone’s eyes on you and your anxiety is creeping.

“Um, is there somewhere private we can talk?”

You nod and have him follow you to the storage room. Again, your coworkers paying no attention because they’re too busy pushing out orders. 

The door is closed and you’re both just standing there awkwardly. Bucky clears his throat and sets his guitar to the side, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, “I, um, I miss you, and I understand, truly now, why you ignored me and eventually left. I mean, I think I understand? That song, that beautiful song, says a lot, but I still don’t know. I can only hope what you truly mean by it? I don’t know, I’m rambling. I didn’t really think all of this through.”

You shook your head and gave a deep breath, “I thought, from the way that you behaved around me and wanting to spend time with me, that maybe you had feelings for me. But then you’re flirting and talking to other women, so I thought maybe not, and then I did. You gave me a lot of mixed signals. I was gonna tell you that night that I loved you. Then I saw you with-with her and I was just heartbroken. I couldn’t face you after that, or the fact that you didn’t have feelings for me the way I do for you.”

“But I do have feelings for you, Y/N. I have for years and-and that night should’ve never happened. You said you were tired so we didn’t do our post-show ritual and I got stuck in this loneliness. I met..her at the hotel bar and brought her back because I needed to get over you. I loved you, but I couldn’t have you ‘cause we’re best friends. One thing led to another and yeah, I almost slept with her. Then you came in and everything went downhill from there. And I was a mess. 

“I don’t know if you remember, but that same night, I told you that I can’t live without you. And it’s true. I can’t live without you, Y/N. You’re my best friend, yeah, but you’re so much more than that.” he steps closer to you and cautiously take a hold of your hand, “I’m sorry for hurting you, Y/N, and I’m sorry for being confusing about my feelings for you. The truth is that I’m in love you. Period. No one else has made me feel the things that I feel for you.”

You sniffle, trying to hold the tears in your eyes from falling, but to no avail, they’re streaking down your cheeks. Bucky uses his thumb to wipe them away, hating that he’s causing you to cry.

“i really missed you, Bucky. I’m sorry I hurt you too.” you throw yourself into his arms and he tightens his hold on you. 

“Sssshhh. I forgive you, Y/N. I’m so, so, sorry. Ssshhh. It’ll be okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

____________________

1 Year Later

Bucky is standing front and center on stage, his guitar in hand while the rest of the band walk off stage, “Alright. Hello, everyone!” he smiles when people cheer back, “So, we’re gonna take things a little slow now. Some of you may know this song, and if you do, sing along.” he begins to play a few chords, but stops, “Actually, wait. I think I need a little help with this one. So can I have Y/N to the stage please?”

The crowd cheers as you enter from stage right, hurriedly walking towards Bucky, with an extra stool in your hands. You sit down next to him and he smiles.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You giggle, “Hey, Buck.”

“So you okay singing this song with me?”

“I mean yeah, I was the one who wrote it for you.” People scream out, knowing what song was coming up next.

“Right. Of course. Anyway, you ready?”

“Duh!” 

He looks out to the crowd, “Are you guys ready?”

“YEAH!”

Bucky starts to strum the chords, his eyes not focused on the guitar or the crowd, but you, as you’re sitting there beside him, hand holding up the mic, and engagement ring shining in the spotlight. 

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A Second Chance

Part 2

King Liam and Hana had been assassinated, leaving behind their loved ones. Both Riley and Drake are struggling to come to terms with this- but does their future hold a second chance for the two of them?

Series Requested by @kacie-0156 ❤️

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Liam x Riley (Past tense), Drake x Hana (Past tense), Drake x Riley (Present tense)

*Majority of the characters belong to Pixelberry*

Song inspiration: See You Again (No Rap) - Samy Jebari

Warnings: Swearing, suicide attempt mention (past tense), mention of miscarriage (past tense).

Word count: 4,300ish

Tags: If you want to be added or removed let me know: @pedudley @kacie-0156 @ladyangel70 @annekebbphotography @yukinagato2012 @ravenpuff02 @kimmiedoo5 @bascmve01 @kingliam2019 @texaskitten30 @lodberg @cmestrella @axwalker @hopefulmoonobject @rafasgirl23415 @walker7519 @drakewalker04

*****

“Drake! Leave him alone...” Riley pleaded, she knew that he was only protecting his niece- but she also knew what he was like when he was angry. His temper could make the younger generation tremble.

Letting go immediately of Theo, he shook his head assuming that he had gone too far. Thank you, she whispered in his ear.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ayah invited me. I’m so sorry...”

“Mom, you can’t exactly criticise us. You was flitting between my father and Drake!” Riley’s eyes widened, she had never heard her daughter speak to her this way. Never mind calling Drake just ‘Drake’. It was always Uncle.

“Apologise to your Mom, now. That isn’t fair Ayah!”

“No! Myself and Theo are adults. Not kids as you all refer us too.”

“Ayah, shut up!” Louis shouted towards his older sister after seeing his Moms eyes begin to leak.

“Theo, please go home. Or I’ll contact your mother...” Riley began to walk back inside the cabin- knowing she needed to sort this situation out but she needed time to think.

“Mom, wait!”

****

Drake called a cab for Theo, he and Ayah decided to escort him home. The ride was mute, neither young adult wanting to annoy Drake anymore. Deep down Ayah knew that she had deceived everybody. Deep down she knew she shouldn’t have invited her boyfriend without permission. Deep down she didn’t mean to say hurtful things to upset her Mom.

“I’m sorry, I love you.”

“I love you too, Princess. I’ll text you.” Drake watched the two of them express their love, he knew that he couldn’t prevent the two of them falling in love. He knew it was none of his business- she wasn’t his daughter. Believing that he should butt out next time.

“What have you done now? Walker get off my land!”

“Fuck you, Madeleine. I don’t want to be here either. Explain to your son that he isn’t welcome on my land when not invited!”

“My son is going to be your future king! Watch your mouth, Walker!” Drake laughed, hestically out loud. Much to the annoyance of Neville and Madeleine who both provided him with the same expression- a scowl.

“Are you going to explain to the Earl, Ayah?”

“Countess Madeleine, Earl Neville- my brother is taking over the throne. Not myself.” The Vancouver’s jaws nearly dropped to the ground. They wasn’t aware of this ‘news’.

“So looks like you lost out of the crown yet again, Countess.” Drake smirked, he looked at Theo who clearly hadn’t informed his parents of Ayahs decision.

“Inside now, Theo!” Madeleine was more annoyed with the fact that Riley didn’t tell her, whenever they spoke about the social season plans- Riley explained that the suitors were all sorted and asked Madeleine to just concentrate on the event schedule. Now she realised why Riley refused to elaborate on the suitors details.

Drake and Ayah entered the cab again, as angry as he was with her still- he looked over towards her as she was crying. Holding her hand, he assumed that she would push him away- instead she snuggled into him.

“Do... do you think he loves me? Or was he only with me because they thought he would be King? Daddy told me that he is different to them. That he could see that Theo loved me....”

“Your father knew?”

“He knew for years... Mom only knew when I told her that I was abdicating. She had an inkling that I was in a relationship. She believed it was with Jackson though... but he’s seeing Elena.”

“Why didn’t he tell your Mom? You know your Mom thinks that you and Theo are just a fling or so she hopes... Jackson’s seeing Elena?”

“I begged him not to. I know how much Mom hates Madeleine and Neville hence why we kept it a secret all this time. Yeah, I thought you’d have known?”

“What is it with you lot keeping secrets? Any other secrets that I need to know about?”

“Bartie lost his virginity to Chloe...” Shrugging her shoulders it was the only thing she could think about that wouldn’t get her brother or Jackson in any kind of trouble. I’m surprised Leo hasn’t murdered Bartie. Drake couldn’t be a hypocrite towards them all- they all did irresponsible things as children/ young adults too. It’s only natural.

“Okay gossip girl, anything else?”

“You love Mom still?” First Louis, now Ayah. Why can’t they give me a break? Drake thought to himself, believing that sooner rather than later the two of them would be impersonating Cilla Black.

“I’ll always love your Mom, Ayah. Always. As I love all of you. When we get back you need to apologise to her. And next time, keep quiet- your Mom has very good hearing!”

“I will do. I’m sorry. I love you, Uncle grumpy.” Snuggling back into Drake, he held his niece tightly- hoping that Theo wasn’t going to hurt her. If so, himself and Leo wouldn’t hold back.

****

An hour had past since Theo was escorted home. Louis stayed with his mom, they remained in silence.

“Are you going to come back out? I think we’ve all sobered up due to Ayah’s drama - again.”

“I’m fine, Louis. Go back to sleep- or socialise with the others.”

“What Ayah said about you with Dad and Uncle Drake...She didn’t mean it. We all make mistakes, we all fall in love. She should know, I mean she could have had anyone and she chose a Vancouver..” Shuddering at the thought, he wasn’t usually one to pass comment on both of his sister’s relationships.

“I know she didn’t mean it. It was the heat of the moment. I’m fine honestly. Enjoy your last days of freedom.”

“Everyone loves you Mom, some more than others.” Quirking her eyebrows she assumed he meant her children.

“Mom?” Running up to her, her not so little princess pulled her in for a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. I’m a bitch. I didn’t mean what I said. I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you too.”

“You’re not going to lose me. Not yet anyway. I love you, Ayah Olivia Rys. Next time make sure that none of us see his you know what. How are you my daughter? Did I not teach you to be sneaky like I was?” Winking at her, she decided to have a laugh at her own expense. Knowing that she couldn’t change what had happened in the past.

“Difference between you and I Mother, is that I only love, Theo. I can’t blame you though, my Father and Uncle Drake are very attractive.”

“They are. I’m going to check on your Uncle Maxi. I’ll see you both in the morning. Anymore surprises before I go to sleep?”

“No. But....” Ayah looked at Louis, as if they knew what they were both thinking.

“Uncle Drake loves you. You love him.”

“Of course I love him, he’s one of my dearest friends. I love all of your uncles, Aunt Liv and Aunt Beth.” The two of them looked at each other, knowing she was hiding her true feelings. Giving the two of them a tight hug, she paused looking at them both adorably. Even though Ayah was her mini me, she could still see Liam in her as well as Louis and Ellie.

****

Drake was acting like a King’s guard. Impersonating his late father in some way. Making sure that all the young adults were all asleep- alone, with no further unexpected visitors. After his heart to heart with his goddaughter - he really didn’t trust any of them now, after Ayah’s confessions regarding them all. Walking into the cabin, he shook his head as he saw Riley and Maxwell top ‘n’ tailing on the couch. Maxwell was sprawled out- almost suffocating her.

“Hey...” whispering in her ear, she was far too deep in sleep to respond. Knowing he was about to break his back potentially- due to his age, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the spare bedroom. Gently placing the duvet over her, he made sure that she was comfy- before kissing her on the forehead.

“Drake?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. You looked so uncomfortable- and Maxwell could have potentially had a boxing fight with you in his sleep.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time... you look tired. What time is it?”

“Just gone three. I’ll leave you to it. I thought we could all go hiking tomorrow? Or fishing? That’s if you’re all up for it?”

“Sounds great!” Apart from the fishing part. “Can you stay with me? Or wake sleeping beauty up and ask him to stay with me? I know I sound pathetic but ... I can’t sleep, I always wake up. Crying.”

“It’s not pathetic, maybe Maxwell should stay with you though Brooks- because of our past.”

“We’re friends Drake. I’m not going to do a ‘Ayah’ on ya.” Gulping, she saw his Adam Apple bob up and down. Regretting what she said- she bit her lip.

“It doesn’t matter, Drake. I’ll be fine. Night.” Rolling on to her side, she sighed- regretting feeling needy. Hearing the door close, she debated whether or not to go and sleep next to Maxwell again.

“You’re back.”

“Of course I am, I can’t sleep next to the Queen butt naked. I’m always here for you, Ri.”

“I know you are. Ditto...” Slipping next to her, she immediately rest her head onto his chest.

“Thank you, goodnight Drake.”

“Night, Riley.” Holding onto her, she slowly fell asleep-wiping the tears that continued leaking from her eyes he hoped that she would sleep well.

****

A few hours later, Drake woke up spooning Riley. Before she noticed he immediately turned around- he was there to comfort her only, however Mother Nature thought otherwise. As he rolled over, his eyes widened at the figure who would now be nicknamed as Cordonia’s ‘peeping Tom’.

“Morning, Romeo!”

“Max! Get out of here now!”

“What did I tell ya about being too old to fuck. You sneaky bastards....”

“We didn’t do anything! She’s my friend.”

“You’re bedroom is next door though... ya can’t kid a kidder bestie...”

“It was you or I that was going to be sleeping next to her. You had passed out. Nothing happened. I swear, Max. She laid on my chest, fell asleep. Then she rolled on to her side. Why am I even explaining myself to you?”

“Will you both just shut the fuck up? Jesus, Max! Why do you keep insisting on waking people up?”

“Sorry, your Majesty. So besties, what are the plans for today?”

“You’re going home Beaumont!” Drake said sarcastically, already fed up of being accused of something that he hasn’t done.

“Woah, harsh Walker. So Ri, what are we doing?”

“You are leaving this room now, so I can get ready for the day.”

Pulling Drake to the side, she immediately noticed his morning glory. Pretending that she didn’t, he already knew that she had - it was too obvious not to.

“Drake... thank you for staying with me. I really appreciate it. I think it’s first night I’ve actually slept well considering how short it was.”

“No probs... erm... I better go and sort myself out. I’ll come down and make everyone something to eat...”

****

Riley walked downstairs and was immediately greeted by an audience wearing the same cheesy grin.

“What?”

“Did you sleep well, Auntie Riley?”

“Yes, thank you Jackson.” Feeling paranoid, she shot Maxwell a look- knowing that he had gossiped about her sleeping arrangements.

“Hey, don’t blame me. They all wondered where the Queen and Sir was... I couldn’t lie, Ri.”

“To put you all straight, myself and my best friend Drake slept next to each other. He comforted me. I’ve not slept well since Liam di- left...”

“Are you okay?” Feeling his hand linger on her shoulder, she wasn’t sure as to why she had to explain herself. She had slept next to Maxwell plenty of times when Liam was abroad for meetings. But because it was Drake this time, she felt paranoid that they would all criticise her from ‘moving on’ so quick.

“Maxwell, I need your help. Now!”

“What’s up buddy? What do ya need me to do?”

“Stop spreading shit. She seems uncomfortable again. We’ve just got her back slightly to her being herself. You don’t want to push her away.”

“No one is bothered if you both fucked each other. Just saying. But don’t worry- I won’t mention anything more. But if my godchildren ask me questions I’m not gonna lie to them.”

****

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You seem quiet. We aren’t bothered that the two of you shared a bed you know...”

“I’m fine, Ellie. Honestly.”

“How about when we go back home, we all just have a big huge slumber party? Just us Rys’s.”

“That sounds great sweetheart.”

“I love you, Mom. I’ll remind Ayah, no Vancouver’s allowed! Or Beaumont’s - specifically the single middle aged Beaumont.” Ellie whispered, not wanting to cause anymore ‘Ayah Drama’.

“Here, tuck in everyone. I’ll be back in a minute.” Placing the food in the middle of the table, everybody knew that Drake was an amazing host, as well as cook. Not sitting down with everyone, he grabbed some apples from the fruit basket before making his way to the door.

“Where are you going?” Riley questioned him. Not that it was any of her business. She was just curious.

“Just to feed Starlight. Why?”

“I just wondered. That’s all. I’ll round these lot up for that hike and fishing trip.”

****

“Hey, girl... here you go.”

“I swear you love her more than you do me...” Jackson said whilst smirking.

“I swear that you love Elena more than me...”

“How do you know? Ayah....”

“Why couldn’t you tell me?”

“You’re still grieving over Mom and Uncle Liam. My love life isn’t important.” Placing his hands into his pockets, he focused his gaze to the floor. Unlike people such as Lydia Vancouver, he was selfless- his life didn’t need to be broadcasted.

“I’m still your father. I’m still here, for anything.”

“I suppose we are as bad as each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“You and Aunt Ri. I don’t know why you are both hiding your feelings. I love, Elena. I’m only half noble, I’m not sure if Leo and Beth would approve of our relationship- hence why we are keeping it hidden. Hence why I didn’t want to be a suitor for Ayah when she was the next in line. If I can admit all of that now, you need to admit it too.”

“Jackson... Leo isn’t going to criticise you for not being ‘full noble’... regarding Riley... she was the first woman that I ever loved. I still love her, but as a friend. That is it...”

“Okay.” Whatever, he thought to himself. “Come on, they will be waiting for us.”

****

After a long hike, everybody was exhausted and ready for bed. However they all promised to go fishing, one of Drakes favourite hobbies. Riley was hesitant at first- every since her accident she had grown a phobia with lakes/rivers.

The young lady that was pulled out of the Hudson River, early hours yesterday morning has now been named by NYPD as Riley Brooks, a 25year old waitress and barmaid from Manhattan. Miss Brooks is currently in an unstable condition in hospital. Two witnesses who were walking by at the time that Miss Brooks apparently entered the water, bravely jumped in the river and pulled her body to the river bank, where she received CPR after suffering a suspected cardiac arrest. There was support from other witnesses, who helped the two brave people also. Miss Brooks was then immediately rushed to hospital, as were the witnesses for a check up. No foul play is suspected at this time, however Detective David McDonald has requested if any other witnesses could come forward The previous day before this tragic incident, Miss Brooks had reported her ex partner to NYPD for domestic abuse. It is known that the well spoke about Lawyer, Nate Cooper had abused the victim for months, including hospitalising her on more than one occasion. Leo Rhys, a friend of Miss Brooks also became a victim to Mr Cooper’s violent outbursts. The man is currently in custody with the Boston Police Force.

I took my shoes off, and sat on the edge of the muddy riverbank, taking in the last memory of the beautiful scenery surrounding me. Pulling my purse out of my bag, I stared longingly at the black and white picture- my baby. Raising the picture to my mouth, I kissed it- mommy is coming to be with you angel, I’m sorry, I’ll see you soon and protect you and love you like I should have loved you in this world.

Leaving all my possessions on the side of the riverbank as if they were lost property, I timidly walked over to the water. Dipping my toes into the ice cold flowing water, sent a shock through my body. Could I do this, I thought? Having second doubts, I looked up to the beautiful sunrise, looking around making sure no one was there. I had to jump- no more second chances, no more time to doubt. It was no or never. My heart jumped out of my skin as I entered the water. I gave up. I’m sorry.

When Drake suggested fishing, he had completely forgotten how irresponsible it was of him to suggest this.

“We could do something else, we don’t need to do this..”

“It’s fine, just promise me that you and Max will hold on to me if I panic.. I’ll be fine...” I hope.

“If you change your mind, I’ll take us back. I promise, I’ll be next to you.” Drake walked into the water to hold onto the boat, and to also assist Riley safely on it.

“This is so relaxing...” Riley sighed, as she sat back on the boat. Drake provided her with a soft smile as he held on to the rod. They had been on the boat for a while now, and she seemed to be enjoying it. In Drake’s eyes he was relieved that she had overcome a fear, he was also relieved that Maxwell decided to get so drunk on the hike that he had passed out. Again. Silence is bliss.

“Hopefully we’ll catch something. I think I’m losing my touch looking over at their collection of catches...”

“It’s because you’re old now, Walker.”

“I maybe old, but I’m still talented at things Brooks...”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Blushing, he didn’t know what to say. He assumed that she wouldn’t call him out in a response.

“I.... Erm....”

“Have I rendered you speechless?”

“Maybe?”

“Let me have a go....”

Maxwell woke up from his slumber, forgetting where they were. Forgetting exactly what they was doing. Seeing his two friends incredibly close to one an another, he wondered how long it would be until they found solace with each other. A mischievous grin formed on to his face- deciding to rock the boat. Not realising how much strength he had until both Riley and Drake fell into the lake. “Oops!”

“Riley!” Drake swam up to the surface immediately scrutinising for Riley- unable to find her location, he dove under water. Finding her, he raced over and helped her. Knowing that she was panicking, his main aim was to quickly get her to safety and back to the cabin.

Coughing as they got back to the surface, Drake wiped her damp stray pieces of hair away from her face.

“Are you okay?” Stupid fucking question. Of course she isn’t okay.

“Yeah. Fucking Maxwell...”

“I thought I’d lost you, I couldn’t see you at first.” Unable to stop crying, flashbacks roamed through her mind.

“You’d never lose me.... thank you, for saving me.” Holding on to Drake for dear life as he tread water, she eventually wrapped her legs around him. Needing to feel safe. Luckily, Drake was a strong swimmer.

“Guys, I’m so sorry.... I’m like the Hulk and didn’t realise it...”

“Pull a trick like that again Beaumont, and I swear you won’t make it to your next birthday! Help me get Ri, back onto the boat...”

****

Arriving back at the cabin, shock from the events had soon disappeared- instead along with their children they laughed about it whilst providing Maxwell with dagger eyes every so often. Both Riley and Drake sat close to the fire, both feeling as if they had pneumonia. Once they got back on their boat, Jackson took his shirt off and threw it to them for Riley as she was shivering like a shitting dog.

“Hey, blossom. So when I was looking for some clothes for ya to wear- I was debating whether or not to ‘borrow’ one of Drake’s infamous jackets... but then I came across this... I believe it is yours anyway...”

“Aww I’m so in love with her already. I can’t help but snuggle her... Congratulations to you both.” Hana said to Liam and Riley as she held a new born Ayah.

“Hana, I hope you’re going to be snuggling her until she gets too big.. myself and Liam was hoping that you and Drake would be two of her many godparents...” Hana began crying, Riley was aware as to why the over dramatic expression from her best friend.

“We’d love to be.. thank you both so much...”

“I’ve got a present for you as well Han, but I’ll need to wash them all first. I don’t want to offend you so if you don’t want them it’s fine...” Hana provided her with a perplexed expression- Riley would never offend her, they were the best of friends after all.

“My maternity dresses, the ones that you always admired. I don’t think we will be having anymore children- if so it won’t be for a while. So they are yours if you want them. Drake didn’t tell me by the way, I figured it out - he just confirmed it.”

“You are the best friend anyone could ask for! I’d be honoured to borrow your dresses. If it’s a boy, there may be wedding bells in the future.”

“It’s... its .... one of my dresses... I gave it to, Hana. She insisted on giving me it back- but I refused... she suited it so much better anyway... even after having Jackson she wore them well with her fashion sense... I’m sorry, I need some air...” Everybody jumped up, hesitating whether or not to follow her before sighing at Maxwell in unison.

“What, I didn’t think I’d upset her... I just seem to be fucking up a lot recently...”

“No shit Sherlock! I’ll go and see to her...”

“Drake, I’m sorry...”

“I’m sorry too Max, you wasn’t to know how she would react... just see if all of her clothes are dry. Don’t cause anymore calamities...”

****

Hey, handsome. You will never believe what happened yesterday- I’m sorry I didn’t ring you as I usually do. I wish that you could be here to berate our daughter. Myself and the kids, Maxwell too- decided to spend time at the cabin before the social season. Ayah decided to invite Theo without telling anyone- we caught them doing... you know what... oh, Liam. What am I going to do with her? I imagine her antics are what you had to suffer with Leo when he was that age. Maxwell nearly killed me today as well. In a fucking lake. Typical. I panicked but I didn’t want anyone to know. I know how protective you would have been. Drake was furious with him. Why'd you have to leave so soon? Why'd you have to go? Why'd you have to leave me when I needed you the most? Give me all the strength I need. To carry on. I need it, Li. I’ve just broken down because Maxwell gave me my old maternity dress to wear that I gave to Hana. You remember, that flowery one that she adored. I’ve come out of my shell a bit, I’ve got all these muppets supporting me- especially Drake. I feel guilty but I slept next to him last night. I hope you don’t mind. I love you with all my heart, Liam. I miss you every second of each day. Everything’s going to be a bit hectic from a few days time- I’m not sure if I’ll be able to ring you every night. But you will always be on my mind- guiding us all, helping Louis become King. When I see you again.

“Hey... what are you doing?” She’s just rung Liam, shit. Perfect timing Walker.

“I needed to talk to Liam. I’m also feeling embarrassed for my emotional outburst over a maternity dress.. it’s little things like that, that trigger off happy memories. If it was the other way around, Hana wouldn’t have reacted the way I did.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I suppose Maxwell didn’t want you wearing my commoner clothes.. remember you always used to take the piss?”

“Heh, yeah that shit. You look handsome in a suit though...”

“I still managed to make you fall in love with me once upon a time, wearing that shit...”

“You did...” Pausing, she didn’t want to elaborate. Their relationship was happy memories but was overruled by negative ones. “We all love you Drake, we just take the piss because you get so arsy easily. With Maxwell he just accepts that he’s the ‘clown’ of the group and laughs at his own expense.”

“Don’t I know it... why do you think I still call you Brooks? Because it annoys the hell out of you... it’s my little revenge...”

“I don’t mind it, not really. It’s our little thing.”

“I’ll have to think back to everything that annoyed you- just to get my own back then...”

“I’ve got a long list about how you annoyed me in the past. How you hurt me. But it’s all in the past...”

“I was a jerk... I grew up a lot after everything that I put you through. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise. You’ve made up for it a million times over. Besides, you brought me back to Liam. You found happiness with Hana. This year we’d have been celebrating our child’s twenty fifth birthday...crazy isn’t it?” Closing her eyes, a few tears leaked and fell down her cheek. Not only due to the miscarriage. But how it occurred.

“Yeah, every day I imagined what it would have been like. I didn’t like to think about it that much, especially in front of Hana and Li. It wasn’t fair to them. But I always did, Jackson is my child - but ours was my first child. I will never forget about it even if we never met it.” Hearing him say that, broke her heart. She had the same thoughts- she still had the picture of the scan in her memory box. Unknowingly to anyone, she looked at it on the anniversary of the day she lost their baby. As well as the baby’s due date. Knowing that Liam would have comforted her, if he knew that she did this- but as Drake said, it wasn’t fair on their spouses. Taking a deep breath, she decided to change the subject before she became an emotional wreck- yet again.

“Why didn’t you and Hana have anymore children?”

“We we’re blessed with Jackson. He was healthy. Obviously I’d have wanted more, but Hana didn’t after the labour. I love my wife so if she was happy I was happy. I had a vasectomy shortly after that. Besides I’ve got my godchildren who are practically like my own anyway.”

“He’s a credit to you both.... this is getting far too sentimental. I’m ready to go back if you are?” Holding his hand outwards her, she intertwined her fingers with his as they ambled back towards the cabin. Content in each other’s company.

[justlookatthosesausages]

‘Emergence’ - an interactive fanfic

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CHAPTER 5

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It was a sunny day in Arendelle, and Anna was delighted to enjoy it after her morning duties. She especially liked those casual walks outside along Mattias. However, he made her shake her head with another moment of modesty, which was becoming common. She often had to remind him of his importance. Now he was doubting about his status of General.

“But... Such a title...”

Anna bent the head to her counsellor. 

“You know, I didn’t make you General just because you saved my life when I destroyed the dam.”

Mattias lifted an eyebrow, both amused and curious. 

“Even if...” Added Anna, waving her hand, “That was great, and all... No, that’s also because you deserve the highest rank.”

The man bowed his head at the compliment.

“I prefer to call myself your counsellor for the rest of my days and to never have to use my military title, Your Majesty. Because the term ‘General’ could imply a possible context of conflict.” 

Anna smiled, the light of the bright sun accentuating her freckles as they both stepped on the cobblestones.

“Nice to see we’re on the same page about pacifism.” Beamed the Queen. 

As they continued to walk, her smile vanished when she noticed how many guards were tagging along. She had two soldiers walking in front of her, and two behind. It felt a bit oppressive, even for her who didn’t mind it when people stood this close. 

Especially for what she had planned to do in the following minutes. 

She cleared her throat, trying to assemble as much regal attitude as she could. Elsa used to be better at this than her, and she blamed her natural aura. Nevertheless, on her side, Anna had this sturdy character that often allowed her to get what she wanted from the staff, the politicians, and... The Arendelle guards. 

“I would like to continue on my own, please.”

The soldiers stopped right in their tracks. The four of them looked at her with concern. One of the two guards standing in front of Anna was a woman, and when she turned around, she frowned. 

“Is everything alright, Your Majesty?”

“Yes, yes, of course. I just...” Anna took a strong breath in. “I’d like to enter the jail alone.”

The guards now understood why she had been walking to Arendelle’s prison. She meant to enter. Mattias had a little theory about why, but preferred not to intervene. The soldiers, however, exchanged some glances. 

“Are you certain?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay.” Assured Anna. 

They seemed convinced, and bowed to their monarch, before leaving the two. The redhead noticed that Mattias followed her, and lifted a soft hand. “Can you wait for me here? It won’t be long.”

Her counsellor looked at her maliciously. “What are you planning to do? Do you have a visit to make? The man from the other day, perhaps?”

“I won’t punch him, I promise.” Smiled Anna. 

He stared at her, then took a calm breath. “Alright. Then go.”

Anna entered the building, and explained to each pair of guards she met on the way that she had to be alone. She only asked to be given directions on where the prisoner was, and said she would give a sign to the nearest guard in case she needed them. It left a lot of confusion to everyone, but nobody was dumb enough to contradict Queen Anna of Arendelle. 

Calmly, she walked to the designated cell, and looked through the bars. The keeper opened the cell for her, then left. When there only was silence floating in the air, along the smell of humidity and the background sound of water drops, the man looked at her.

“We need to talk.” Announced Anna. 

He was about to say something.

“I'm not here to scold you.” Promised the redhead. “I just don’t like it when I leave people in bad terms, and I felt like I needed to talk to you.”

“You look miserable.” Blurted the man, defensively. He figured out that the best way to cope with the surprise to see her visit him and the fact to face her this close again would be with an insult. Anna indeed had dark circles under her eyes.

“Because I stood awake all night thinking about it. I couldn’t sleep.” Smiled Anna.  

Despite his attack, Anna was not offended in any way. She knew he acted meanly to feel better. And she was wise enough to know that it was never the solution. 

“I hope I’m not intruding.” She said politely as she took the stool of the cell to sit on, while the man stayed on the hanging bed. 

He was so surprised by her presence that he didn’t reply, but she didn’t mind. There was a silence. 

“You came alone.” Noted the man. 

His voice was calm, stunned. He couldn’t believe that she was taking that risk. He probably could end her life right there and then, but she seemed unafraid of it. 

“Yes, indeed.” Smiled Anna. 

Now he stared at her with a dropped jaw turned into a wince. She was genuinely smiling? It wasn’t just polite, she seemed happy to be there. And it was obvious she had prepared her speech. Anna took a breathe in as she started.

“I know why you're scared. Because you don’t put trust in me. To be fair, I don’t always put trust in me either.” 

Her tone surprised the man.

“It’s going to sound odd, but... I was technically chosen by the Spirits. They all agreed that Arendelle deserves to stand with me. It’s as honorary as scary for a decision, and you have the right to still be processing it. It took me a while as well.”

The man wondered if she was serious. Judging by her expressions, she was. Was the Queen confessing to him? Privately? In a jail cell?? 

“Why did you come to see me? Why are you talking to me?” He asked, and voluntarily added a grunting tone mid-sentence when he thought he could intimidate her more that way. 

Once again, it had no effect on Anna, and she even smiled more at his reaction. 

“I want you to know that, despite the fact I now took Elsa’s role, she didn’t leave. Her heart is here. She’s always here. Even when she’s not visiting.”

She almost sounded maternal by the way she reassured him, and his eyes suddenly stung. 

Why did his eye sting?? Was it the truth of her words? The relief he felt in his guts? Why did those simple statements make his soul lift a bit? 

Anna looked at him and kept going.

“You know, if Elsa hadn’t come in time to stop the tidal wave that day, all our homes would have been crushed away. Yours, just like mine. We all owe her something. And look at the ice coating and decorations on the castle. Wouldn’t she have melted them if she didn’t care about Arendelle anymore?”

The man looked by the window of his cell, as if he could see the roofs from there, but it was more of a thinking gesture than anything else. Anna saw how his eyes had turned a bit sparkly with the light passing by the opening. 

“Trust me when I say. She cares. She always does. I’m the one who has to tell her to not worry about the kingdom sometimes.” 

He was speechless, his breathing slower and attentive now. The redhead bent forward.

“And if she knew you, she would ask how you’re doing from time to time.”

He stared at her. There was a long silence, and Anna respected it, understanding that she had to put her chatty personality aside. The man struggled a bit at first, but finally opened his mouth. 

“I’m...”

He retracted, regretting it. She encouraged him with a smile. 

“I’m sorry.” He exhaled, and he bit his lip after he let that truth out. 

Anna fidgeted with her dress on the stool. “It’s okay.”

“I’ve been a brute, I know it. And... Please pardon my behavior. I was drunk, and I can get very aggressive verbally...”

“Were you drunk when we saw each other on the harbor?” Asked Anna. 

He couldn’t tell if she was concerned or reproaching. 

“I, uh...”

The prisoner looked embarrassed, so she dismissed the question with a gentle move of the hand. 

“It doesn’t matter.” 

He sat up more straight on the bed. “This is all my fault, however. And I want to apologize.”

“I accept it”, smiled Anna. Her genuine smile was back, and he felt like he was facing an actual sun. 

“I thought I was right about what I said about Lady Elsa. And you. But I was wrong. I’ll try to be objective from now on.” Promised the man. 

“As long as you’re not being judgmental, I guess it’s fine.” Winked Anna. 

There was a silence, and she figured that they had told each other everything. She was about to leave the cell, so he stood up by respect, then he cleared his throat softly. 

“Though I have to say, objectively, there is one difference that is both good and bad between you two.” 

Anna turned around with a smile, frowning her eyebrows with amusement. “Which one?”

“You’re better at delegating than her.”

The redhead stared at him as he smiled, and there was a silence as she thought about all that it meant, then she giggled.

“Yes, it’s true. She really outdid everything and insisted on doing all by herself, uh?” 

It was a fact known by everyone in Arendelle, not just the staff of the castle. He nodded, and she turned to exit. She closed the iron door, and gave a sign to the guard at the end of the corridor to come lock it. 

“You know... Everyday, I’m trying my best.” Declared Anna as a last sentence, still smiling to the man. “We all do. That’s how life is. All one has to do, is to do the next right thing.” 

The Arendelle soldier came next to her, bowed to his Queen and locked the prisoner in again. She gave the two a nod, and walked along the corridor. 

“...Do the next right thing...” Murmured the man. “...Interesting.” He added, smiling. 

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Elsa was focused in her drawings as she traced the new lines of the map along Honeymaren. 

“Hey, can you, uh...”

The Sami gave her the pencil sharpener before she even asked. Elsa lifted her head when she saw that she had put the right object in her outstretched hand. 

“...Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” Smiled Honeymaren. 

She had something in her smile that Elsa couldn’t quite put the finger on, and she decided to stop staring at it before getting too distracted. They had started to draw the map three hours ago, and she still got the feeling that they hadn’t traced much of it. 

Elsa checked her notes and Honeymaren’s that they had wrote in their travel journals during their exploration, and helped herself with her own doodles that she had made when they stared at the horizon. 

The Fifth Spirit applied the map indications from her notes to the giant paper displayed on the table in the center of the tent, scribbling on the map with the same rhythm and focused silence than Honeymaren standing in front of her on the other side of the table. When Elsa turned the next page of her journal, she was surprised to see a sketch that looked nothing like a border trace or a landscape, and squinted to it as she tried to remember what it was. She took the journal and lifted it at the rays of light passing by the roof to see it clearer, and suddenly widened her eyes when she recognized it. 

“What is it?” Frowned Honeymaren. 

“Nothing.” Urged to say the blonde, blushing, and she flipped the pages to hide it. 

“Come on, what is it?” Asked the Northuldra, amused. “Did you write too fast and you can’t read your own handwriting?”

Elsa was glad she had just made up a perfect excuse. “Yes. Exactly.”

“It happens to me all the time.” Giggled Honeymaren. 

She then lifted her head, interrupting herself in her drawing of the map, and interrupting Elsa too, for the latter was unable to focus every time the brunette talked. “It’s strange. You have such a clean handwriting, and you’re used to write in pretty much every position, how come you can’t understand what you wrote?”

“I don’t know”, fainted to shrug Elsa. “Here I just can’t understand what I wrote. That’s all.”

Her field of view got obstructed by Honeymaren’s palm, and she missed a heartbeat. 

“Let me see. Maybe I can decipher it.” 

Elsa blushed. “No, it’s not important. Truly. Nevermind.”

Honeymaren frowned. “Don’t tell me that we went hiking for days for nothing. Your notes are important. You often have an interesting point of view. You have a sharp eye, and sometimes see things I do not see.”

‘See things you do not see...’ Thought Elsa, gulping, as she stared at Honeymaren. 

“Elsa?”

“Uh?”

“Why are you gripping your journal like that?”

The Fifth Spirit only noticed then what she was doing. She had clenched her hand on the pages, to make sure that the brunette wouldn’t take it. And it was a good thing that she was in full control of her magic now, because otherwise, with such a grasp, the whole diary would be covered with ice.

“I’m not going to snatch it out of your hands, don’t worry. If you don’t want me to read it, it’s okay.” 

Elsa stared at her in silence, her throat tight. “Let’s... Let’s just draw the map.”

Honeymaren smiled softly. “Got it.”

They resumed to their work, and a few minutes later, Elsa took the opportunity of a moment when the Northuldra was focusing on coloring the shadow of a mountain, to look again at her journal. She flipped the pages back to the sketch, and clenched her other fist as she saw the drawing again. 

A few days before, when Honeymaren was taking a nap as they were exploring the West plains, she had absentmindedly doodled the patterns of her coat in her journal. What she didn’t remember, however, is that she had actually drawn her entirely. 

Elsa nervously passed a hand in her hair, and added a layer of ice on her locks without noticing it. 

She went back to the map, but wasn’t really able to focus on it after that. When, one hour later, Honeymaren called it a day and said they could continue another time, she actually felt relieved. And when the woman leaved the tent, Elsa following behind, the blonde couldn’t help but think that she actually got the back patterns of her outfit accurately. 

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“Oh! Oh! And could you bring one of those snow me’s?”

“Snowgies”, corrected Elsa with a chuckle. “And maybe. One day, I could show them to you.”

“Yaaay!” Jolted the Sami kids in one voice, jumping around. One of them even jumped really high, and Elsa got worried for a second, until she understood that Gale actually was playing with them. 

Like any children, they switched their attention easily, and were all focused on Gale now, asking them to make them fly next. They were all so small and light that they could make them float all at the same time, and they all took off the ground with a concert of giggles. It was no big effort from Gale to do so, and Elsa remembered that the spirit was able to create tornadoes in an instant, so this was not more complex that her creating an ice sculpture. Or to sneeze snowgies. 

She joined the kids in the general giggle, then suddenly Gale stopped. The Sami children retrieved the ground, and Elsa frowned as she saw the Spirit briskly leaving the forest to the South. 

“What happened?” Worried a child. 

“I don’t know. But it’s not your fault”, she said with a soft voice, seeing how disappointed they all were.

She had felt the emotion of the Spirit before they left; it was curiosity, like they had just heard something in the distance and wanted to investigate. Elsa was naturally curious as well - must be a Spirit thing - and she followed the path that Gale had taken. 

Suddenly, she saw them come back at high speed, and she barely had the time to widen her eyes, before they swooped her up in the air. 

“WOAW!” Exclaimed the blonde, blinking at the sudden force. 

She analysed the way the Wind Spirit was making her twirl in the air, and she knew that familiar embrace. They were excited for Elsa. And that meant only one thing...

“Anna is here?” 

Gale put her back on the ground and chimed with a happy twirl, confirming it. Elsa smiled and beamed in glee. She ran in the forest to the elemental stones, and giggled with a joyful tone as she and Gale hurried along her. They moved fast in the woods, trees whistling in Elsa’s ears when she passed in front of them. She arrived to the stones, and run past them. 

In the distance, she could see a reindeer with three passengers arriving at full speed, and Elsa was glad as always that Gale could bring her news from so far. Every time, she knew when Anna would come before she even arrived to the stones. 

With a gasping laugh, Elsa ran to them, and she could see Anna jumping down and running along. 

“That’s just useless”, told her Kristoff as she did. “We’re faster with Sven!” 

“I doubt that she cares”, chuckled Olaf.

Indeed, the redhead didn’t care. That was Elsa’s and hers tradition: to tackle each other into a hug. Even if Sven arrived first. Screw logic. 

Seconds later, they arrived to each other’s level, and Elsa slowed down a bit before Anna jumped into her arms. They twirled around with bursts of laughter, delighted to hug each other again. 

“Surpriiiise!” Giggled Anna. 

Elsa held her close, her hand passing on Anna’s long hair. “You said you were busy in your last letter. You little stinker.”

“That’s the whole point of a surprise.” Laughed Anna. 

“I know. This is a great idea.” Smiled Elsa, parting from the hug to look at her little sister. 

She brought her hands to Anna’s cheeks, her gaze dancing from one eye to another. 

“No new black eye. I suppose that things are doing better?” 

Anna nudged her on the arm as the blonde cackled with laughter. “You dork.”

After Elsa hugged Kristoff and Olaf, they walked together to the camp, despite Kristoff’s suggestions to go on Sven because he was riding right next to them and it was ridiculous. Finally, they arrived to the Northuldra, who greeted their surprise visit with hurrahs. 

“I’m so happy that you’re here.” Said Elsa with the same touched smile as always. 

“And I didn’t come empty-handed!” Smiled Anna, beaming.

She rushed to get her backpack attached to Sven’s back, and took a paper bag out. Elsa instantly recognized the crest on it, and her soul filled with joy, both at the memory and what was coming.

“Chocolates! From-”

“Your favorite shop in Arendelle, yep.”

Elsa hurried to take the bag. She couldn’t believe her eyes. And her taste buds. She was almost drooling in advance.

“This is not just any chocolates, though. I bought some that we can melt in a pot so we can have some hot chocolate tonight around the camp fire.” Winked Anna.

The blonde gasped in glee. “You’re the best sister.”

“I’m your only sister.” Giggled Anna.

“That still makes you the best.”

Anna hugged Elsa briefly, both laughing.

Ryder stepped to Kristoff. “And I have good news for you. We made carrot cake!”

Kristoff’s eyes lit up like a child who was offered a giant gift. “Really?”

“I knew you were going to like it.” Winked the Northuldra. “Come on, you should hurry before Sven eats it all.”

After Anna took the paper bag, the reindeer had rushed to the other animals, and could smell the tasty smell of carrot cake any second.

The sun started to set as time passed. While the sisters caught up on their separated life news, Olaf had joined the kids, delighted to see how fast some of them had grown up. Getting more and more mature himself, he naturally found topics of discussion with them. Elsa however lifted a worried eyebrow when he started to talk about death, but Anna indicated her that it was no big deal. The blonde blinked when Anna continued her story.

“Wait, you went to jail?? What happened?!” 

Anna snorted. “No, I didn’t. I mean, I did, but...”

Her sister stared at her. “You’re not making any sense right now, and I’m concerned.”

“Elsa, I didn’t get arrested. Do you hear yourself?” Laughed Anna. 

The blonde sighed. “Sorry. I’m just very tired this week, and I become easily tensed.”

Anna paused in her gestures as she was gathering wood for the camp fire, and looked down. “I am as well. I have troubles finding sleep at night.”

“You? Have troubles sleeping?” Smiled Elsa, humor stepping above worry.

“Kristoff says that it doesn’t prevent me from snoring loudly when I finally drift off.”

They giggled, and Elsa helped her out with the wood. “What is getting on your mind? Queen duties?”

“Yes and no. That’s why I wanted to visit that guy in the jail. I felt like I had to, you know?”

The Fifth Spirit nodded. “How did it go?”

Anna smiled, and told her the whole thing. She carefully put every detail, and Elsa listened to her carefully. When she was done, the elder stared at her with amazement. 

“You really have the power to change people, you know that?”

“Is this my type of magic?” Joked Anna. 

“No, I’m serious. You really see what’s best in people, and always manage to switch their point of view for the better.”

The redhead looked at Elsa, taking in the compliment. 

“I’m the first example.” Noted the blonde. “And also Kristoff. And so many other persons.”

A smile appeared at the corner of Anna’s lips, and she looked down at the stack of wood. 

“Truly.” Added Elsa, seeing how she doubted a bit. “Arendelle is lucky to have you as a leader. You enhance life in so many ways.”

The Queen’s teal blue eyes glistened with touched tears. “Thank you.” 

As she turned to Elsa, something behind her caught her attention, and she barely had the time to squeak of surprise before Bruni appeared out of nowhere and jumped on her. Thanks to her reflexes, she received him right in time in her open palms. 

“Hey you! It’s been a while.”

The salamander chirped, curling in her hands. 

“He missed you too.” Said Elsa, smiling. 

Anna started to pet him, passing her fingers on his back, and he licked his eyes. He looked at both sisters, with an interrogative gaze. 

“We’re about to make some hot chocolate. But I doubt that you’ll like it.” Informed Elsa. “No, you prefer some ice snacks, don’t you, little guy?”

At the word ‘ice snacks’, it acted like a trigger, and the salamander turned to Elsa with excited steps and an open mouth. Anna chuckled as Elsa shook her head and lifted her left hand to pepper some snowflakes on him, and he ate each one of them. 

“Can we ask for a service in return?” Said Anna. “Could you light a fire?”

The salamander finished crunching on the snowflakes and jumped out of her hands with his paws out, then bounced on the ground. He spat a joyful amount of fire in the wood logs, and the camp fire was made. 

He then heard Olaf burst of laughter in the distance, and chirped before running to him, excited to see he had come too. 

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The sisters had sat on the ground, enjoying the mat of grass in the evening. Anna assembled the utensils she took from the camp, and put the pot on the fire, taking care of the chocolate bits and putting them in. In a soft and comfy silence, Anna turned the spoon in the pot, and Elsa watched her do so, lulled by her moves. 

They were isolated from the rest of the camp, and she enjoyed that little bubble of calm with her younger. The delicious smell of the chocolate getting heated was making them both hum around the fire. With the dancing purple-pink light of the flames, Anna’s red hair looked like soft lava in the night. Elsa turned to her, and looked at her for a moment, before taking a deep emotional breath. 

“Anna... I realized that you didn’t tell me anything about Honeymaren.”

The redhead turned to her, detaching her eyes from the melting chocolate to frown in confusion. 

“What? We talked for hours about it after coffee when you came.”

“No, what I mean is that you didn’t say anything about... Me... Feeling... Attracted to a woman.” 

“Oh. Oh. Oh, Elsa...” 

Each one of those ‘oh’s had a different sound. The first one was reactive, the second one understanding, and the last one sweet in affection.

Anna put the lid back on the pot to take her elder’s hand in hers.

“Elsa, you’re my sister and you mean the world to me. Of course I won’t judge you. It just came naturally to me.”

“That I liked girls?” 

Anna had to restrain herself not to giggle.

“No, that you needed support. And a confidant. And some advice. You can tell me anything. And I’ll always listen.” 

There was a silence, as Elsa smiled deeply. 

“It’s true, you’re always such a good listener and you’re so nice...”

“It’s not just kindness.” Insisted Anna. “I genuinely support you. You don’t have to feel any excluded because of who you love, Elsa. Your choices make you you. And I wouldn’t want you any different. It’s my role to accept y--”

Elsa suddenly had jumped from her spot and tackled Anna in a warm embrace. The redhead was surprised by the gesture, almost fell back, and stopped talking. Usually, when Elsa wanted to hug, she only came forward with open arms. It always was Anna who would then launch herself in the hugs, even if Elsa often initiated them. The Queen closed her eyes and passed a hand along Elsa’s back. 

“We made a promise. To never shut each other’s out.” Murmured Anna on her shoulder. 

Elsa sighed with a teary smile. “Yes, we did. I’ll try all I can to respect that promise.”

“It’s alright if there are days where you can’t.” Assured Anna. 

Elsa parted from the hug to look at her little sister with sad eyes. “I’m trying my best, I swear. It’s just... Bad habits are hard to break.”

Anna understood that she was referring to the 13 years of isolation. Elsa still had issues about including her sister in for some situations. “Of course.” 

She remembered how Elsa had hidden the fact she heard a voice calling her, or sent her away with Olaf when she had decided to go cross the Dark Sea alone. 

The Fifth Spirit started to fidget with the paper wrapping that was around the chocolate. The redhead gave her a side look. She knew what that meant. 

“Over-thinking again, uh?” 

“I can’t help it.” Muttered Elsa, looking down. 

“I know.” Said Anna, putting a hand on her shoulder. “But you really need to chill about Honeymaren. Hey, look, I made a pun! Anyway...”

Elsa snorted at her joke, and let out a giggle. 

“Your mood change really fast.” Laughed Anna. 

“Not as fast as Gale’s”, noted the blonde, and in her sentence, one could perceive how many times she had to cope with the Spirit’s swings. Each spirit was stubborn as hell, but Gale changed their feeling as fast and often as a weather vane turned in a day. Ironically. 

The Queen laughed. “I think that a cup a hot chocolate will do great for both of us nervous minds.” 

She then remembered that she had left the lid on. “Oh my goodness!!” 

Anna rushed to take it off and resume to her stirring. She hissed and shook her hand as she burned herself a bit in the process. 

Elsa rolled her eyes. “You should have waited for me to soothe the fire.” 

“I’m fine. It’s just a burn.” Assured Anna, still looking at the pot, waving her hand at her to dismiss her worry. 

The elder caught her hand while she moved it in front of her face, and delicately infused some cold on her skin. 

“Ahhh, that’s actually neat... Thanks.” 

While Elsa checked her burned fingers, some steps approached, and Kristoff joined them around the camp fire. 

“Mind me joining in?” Smiled the man. 

“Of course not.” Chimed Elsa. “Let’s make it a family time.”

“I’m not sure we’ll have enough hot chocolate if we split it in three”, remarked Anna as she was still focused on stirring the spoon in the pot. 

“I’ll just drink in your mug then.” Joked Kristoff as he sat next to Elsa. 

The redhead gave him a look. “Dare to do that and I cancel our marriage.” 

Kristoff and Elsa laughed loudly. 

“I’m serious. Nothing gets in my way when there’s chocolate at stake.”

“We know.”

She eventually was able to split it in three big servings, more than enough - Elsa crafted herself an ice mug because Anna only had picked two at the Northuldra village, and the younger was impressed to see once again how resistant her ice was - and they all sat down together. 

Under the stars, they talked and laughed for a long time, filling the woods with their vibrant voices. 

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Sweet and soft but also serious and reflexive... A balanced chapter! :D Thank you so much for your positive feedback on the previous chaps, I’m so happy!

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 9

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Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Saturday April 20

What had he said again ? I won't protect you anyway. Right. Fucking joke. Who the hell had he tried to fool ? His past self would've laugh so much at his actual self. He was fucking ridiculous. He perfectly knew Lucy the whore had something in mind. She and bitchy Miranda wanted to catch Liam, he had no doubt about that. Pretty obvious that the loser would take Doll man. They even bring along a third weel for Fatty roommate. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had all the reason in the world to go there and fuck the two dickhead right away. So why on earth was he hidden behind a fucking tree ? Why the hell was he only watching for afar uh ? Oh yeah the plan. Because Liam thought he could deal with that alone, the Dean's grandson had decided to trust him. What an idiot I am. Anyway, it would be good for his boyfriend if he was able to do something by himself. It would help his confidence. And a confident Liam was a ballsy and naughty Liam. A win-win situation. If only the baboon manage to escape the so-called witch, that is. The group headed towards the subway and he followed suit. He observed them through a newspaper, which attracted the attention of two old hags. Want to suck my dick ? I'm already dying of embarassment, don't make it harder. For now, Lucy was doing most of the conversation. Miranda tried to cling on to Liam, but he slipped away. Nice one babe. Eventually, they arrived at their destination : a fancy restaurant, which also had a dance hall. Would you believe ! Fuck the site which had revealed the baboon was a walking stomach.

"Sir are you alone ?"

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey glared at the waiter.

"What do you think moron ? One table, and not far from this group."

The idiot looked at the pointed direction and made a face. Oh please.

"I'm sorry but..."

"Here's my ID. My family owns this place. Any other remark ?"

"No of course not. Follow me sir."

Yes, the junior knew this poor waiter only did his job. But damn he was just so pissed. I'll contact him later for sex. Hope it will make it even.

To say Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was interested by the way Liam ate was completly wrong. It just happened in front of him so often that he became used to watch. Speaking of, watching the baboon from afar made the junior almost moan in public. Almost. Fuck that. I hate this world. Liam wasn't a messy eater at all. Quite the opposite actually : he had a certain charm and timidy while eating. He always started by his less favorite dish, and at a slow pace. Throughout his meal, his speed would increase. The baboon made always a point at being well-groomed and now wasn't an exception. From his spot, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey observed him licking his lips several times. And damnit that was hot. The idiotic girls gave many plates to the baboon but they didn't feed him, which probably saved their life from the junior's wrath. Liam's body language was graceful, with no useless movement. His eyes. They're shining so much it blinds me from here. Damn. Damn. The waiter didn't comment on the Dean's grandson weird behavior, but he obviously saw his hard-on. You would be aroused too if your boyfriend was that hot ! Fuck you. Around the fourth or fifth plate (nobody counts those), another thing happened. Liam's belly started to grow. It was nothing but Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was staring too much to not notice. The baboon had always been attractive. His recently acquired chubbiness made him even more handsome. And when he started to get stuffed... This is terrible.

"Sir, do you want anything with your coffee ?" asked the ever-patient waiter.

Man. I just... Fuck.

"You. Me. Bathroom for a quickie. Is that fucking alright ?" the blond lad suggested.

"We can do that." smiled the other.

When he came back in the room, he felt calmed. His desires were temporaly satisfied and the waiter had been nice enough to forgive him for his rudeness. After that, I'm sure he would've offered me the moon. Fatty roommate was still at their table with Third weel. As for Liam, the two bitches dragged him and Doll Man to the dance floor. For now, the baboon was barely moving, just watching them wriggle like two turkeys. Maybe I should go there and put an end to this ridiculous date ? Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's phone suddenly rang.

"Best spy of the world to biggest penis of the world." said Nancy when he answered. "Got news for you."

"I'm listenning."

"I managed to track the IP of the moderator of the site in Canada." she revealed. "His name is George Blikes."

One dead man. I swear once I find you dude.

"But that's not all." Nancy continued. "I did a check of his background and bingo ! George is Samy's ex from highschool. Officially they're not in contact anymore but it's easy to keep these things secrets now."

"Samy." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey muttered.

This... Fucking braindead asshole. Stupid fuckup. She would never see the light again. I need to call D.R. That could wait. Once his boyfriend safe, he would pay the asshole a visit. A very awaited visit. However, he had another problem at hands. Because his boyfriend just broke Lucy's nose with a probably deserved but yet violent punch in the face.

Liam Saturday April 20

"Are you sure you don't wanna dance ?" asked Lucy for the third time.

"I'm fine thanks." the lad politely declined.

Throughout lunch, he had understood two things. Firstly, the witch intented to charm him in order to corrupt his energy. This way, she would poison the unicorns and kill them. Secondly, the force of lights were stronger than he had imagined. It's no surprise the unicorns sent Colton to help me. His friend's dance was so graceful that it fascinated the human sacrifice named Miranda. And Nick was distracting the other, a girl Lucy introduced as Velma. The chestnut lad himself was well-fed and in top form. I can focus on our main ennemy : the witch. She smiled to him.

"Tell me pretty boy, I heard from a friend you were into food games a lot. I have an offer for you." she suggested. "I'll let you do things to me for each additionnal plate you eat. How does it sound ?"

Very evil ? He had yet to find a way to defeat her without violence. Maybe he needed to reason her...

"It's tempting." he lied. "At least the food part."

I wonder what Damian would think about that. Liam could do many things to him while stuffing his face with delicious cuisine. Maybe stripping him one clothe after the other for each plate he finished... And why not make bolder and bolder caresses, going closer to his intimate parts...

"You're dribbling." Lucy hissed. "Are you that much of a feedee ?"

The young lad blushed. Whatever he had been thinking was better forgotten. Or not. (He mentally decided to keep the idea for latter). Anyway back to the main topic. He had a witch to beat.

"Why're you doing this ?" he asked. "What did they promise you in exchange ?"

She blinked, seemingly confused.

"Can't a woman woo a man she finds attractive ?" she countered. "You're my type you know ?"

"C'mon I know you've a purpose... Do you know this is bad ? You shouldn't force people to do things they don't want. You look like a nice girl, you should follow the right path."

He was kinda proud of his little speech. Let's hope it'll make her change her mind. Lucy frowned and took several seconds to think. Maybe something was bothering her ?

"Is it about the money ?" she finally asked. "We can share if that's what you want."

The forces of evil hired her of course. Maybe it was Liam's own father who did such a malevolent thing ?

"Sorry but you won't corrupt me that easily. I don't want any dirty money. And you neither, it only brings problem. What if the cops are after you ?"

He was convinced the police were an army enterily built by the unicorns to maintain order. Lucy grunted.

"Nobody has to know. It'll be fast, just some photo and we're good..." she mutterred. "Don't be a prick."

The chestnut lad was about to decline (again) when his phone rang. Surprisingly, it was his sister Chloe. What is it ? She never calls unless it's important.

"Sorry but I need to take that." he said.

He entered in the bathroom to talk peacefully. A groggy waiter was leaving, but otherwise, it was empty.

"Hi sis." he answered.w "Is everything okay ?"

A muffled noise told him it was not. He had been knowing Chloe for the fifteen years of her life and he could count on one hand the times she had cried. Even as a baby, she had been way more tough than Luka or him. The last time he heard her sobbing was when he had been accused of manslaughter. It was a sound he resented. A sound he was hearing now.

"Chloe ? What it is ? Can you talk ?"

She only cried louder. He cursed his own helplessness. Why was he here and not with her ? What a stupid big brother ! Stop that Liam. Now is not the time to lament on yourself. She needs you.

"I'm here sis. Right here." he assured. "You can cry as much as you want, I won't leave until you're feeling better."

"It's silly." she mumbled. "Sorry for worrying you."

Don't be. Don't do that. She had always been very mature and serious. A commom joke between them was to call her mother number two. But Liam would always worry about her. She was still a teenager. In light of his past actions, she had often kept her feelings for herself to not put any additional pressure on him. That was his beautiful and strong sister, who always protected him.

"I..." she whispered. "I just miss mom. That's stupid isn't it ? I lost a race today and I was so disappointed. I needed someone to talk but heck, all my friends are in another town. My mother is in another town. And I can't call her when I'm like that. She'll blow a fuse and come right away."

He never hated his family's situation more than at this moment.

"Can I tell you my day ?" she asked. "Just for a moment and I'll be fine."

"Whatever you want sis. Whatever you want."

When he left the bathroom, Liam had only one desire. To sleep. Even if it was only three in the afternoon and he had work later. Chloe was feeling better, which was a plus, but it only made him realise how everything was still so... wrong. She's way stronger than me that's for sure. However, the freshman barely got the time to breath. Lucy alsmot went for his throat.

"Welcome back handsome." she chirped. "What took so long ?"

"That's not your business." he replied. "And I'm sorry but I need to go."

He could feel an headache incoming. I'm so tired.

"Certainly not." the girl said. "I didn't suck my ego to hit on a dumbass like you for nothing. Come here."

She grabbed her arm and tried to lead him towards the bathroom. Which was ridiculous because he was bigger and heavier.

"Let me go please." he asked. "I'm not in the mood for anything you want to do."

Lucy ignored him. She strengthened her grip, making him wince in pain. He tried to free himself, but the girl suddenly pushed him on the wall. Her hands find a way to his crotch. And that was the final straw. He has enough of her, her scheme and her rudeness. Couldn't she let him alone ?! Pushed by his instinct, he did what he thought necessary to made her back off. He distincly heard a loud crack when his fist smashed her face open. He felt more than he saw everyone looking at them. He heard her scream of pain. And his slow brain realised he was doing another panic attack.

"You hit me in the face !" she yelled.

All he noticed was the blood. He heard thunder. Someone shouted.

"Kilian !"

No. No no no. A familiar head of blond hair ran towards him. He was back one year ago on this road. The young lad paniced. He knocked whoever tried to grab him over. He glanced at the exit. It wasn't far. Maybe he could go for it.

"Liam Strucker, you're charged of manslaughter by the present tribunal. What do you plead ?"

The chesnut lad ran. His legs moved on their own.

"What do you plead ?"

The crack of Lucy's bones resonated in his mind. He pushed the door and hurtled in the street. He had no time to lose. He needed to go the farthest possible.

"What do you plead ?"

Guilty. I'm guilty of everything. I hurt Kilian. I destroyed my family. I hurt Lucy. I did all that.

Nicolas Saturday April 20

The not-a-date rendez-vous went from 0 to 100 in a split second. The young lad was discreetly trying to play at pokemon while Velma was making the conversation when they heard the scream. The first thing he noticed was Liam's fist, covered in blood. Lucy fell on her knees, writhed in pain. Holy shit. Everything went crazy. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey left his hideout (not that he was very discreet to begin with) and rushed towards his boyfriend. But this one didn't hear him. He jostled a waiter and ran to the door. Nick barely had the time to get up before his roommate disappeared in the street. What the hell was that ?

"He hit me !" shouted Lucy. "That fucking moron hit me !"

Her friends were already at her side. Miranda was agitated, while Velma only watched from afar. Something is wrong.

"What took him ?" asked Colton. "He's usually better at handling his emotions."

"Dunno dude." the geek replied.

They both came closer. Her nose is broken. That's not pretty.

"He'll hear about me !" Lucy assured. "I swear to god, I will report him ! This prey is crazy ! The hunt is not worth it."

Nick froze. What did she just say ? Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey ordered her to shut the fuck up. He then turned to the boys.

"Doll man, Fatty roommate. We need to find him before he does something even stupider. Any ideas ?"

Colton answered, but the dark-haired freshman didn't listen. The hunt ? His brain was thinking fast. Imagenius talked about a reward. And Beauty admitted her boss was Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey... Is it possible that Liam is the prey ? Is he being used ? It would explain why a lot of their fellow students were interested in him. (Yes Liam was hot, but nobody was hot enough to interest that many people, except maybe this soccer player Muller something).

"Earth to fatty roommate !" yelled the Dean's grandson to get his attention. "Colton is going to the park and I go to Pasta's Place just in case. You go back to your apartment. If he's not here, check with Nate if he has any idea. Okay ?"

Nick ogled him. Could he be only involved for the reward ? Now wasn't the time to think about it. They needed to find Liam. But I will clear that mess up...

When he arrived at the apartment, the dark-haired lad knew Liam would be there. A trail of broken trash can said it all. He entered silently, hoping to find his friend in a better mood than half an hour ago.

"What the hell happened back there dude ?"

Nick shrieked like a girl when a tall shadow blocked his view. A monster !! He heard the sound of chewing.

"Woah chill pal. It's me."

He finally noticed Archie. For someone his size, this damn footballer could be very discreet. He scared the hell out of me that bastard. It wasn't unusual for him to come over and talk with Nate when they were away. He's a friend of Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey... I wonder if he's a hunter ?

"So ?"

"Liam freaked out because of what Lucy did." explained Nick. "I don't know the specifics, but it was related to the hunt or something ? He paniced."

If Archie knew something, he hid it well. He looked at the geek with his two big eyes and grabbed an handful of crips.

"Damn that sucks." he said. "Nate is with him right now so Imma get going. Text me if there is anything I can do."

"Sure."

Nick waited an hour before he sent a text to Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. To let my poor roommate breathe. Then, himself knocked at Liam's door. Nate opened and outlined a brief smile. Behind him, it was pretty clear that their friend had fallen asleep. He had work tonight, but maybe her boss would be cool about it. Once he was sure everything was under control, the dark-haired lad headed to his bedroom. He heard the Dean's grandson strom into the apartment, but it wasn't his problem anymore. I have a more urgent business. There is something really weird going on and I want to find what. It was for Liam's safety but also to satisfy his curiousity.

*TheSavior opened a private chat with Abeautifulwoman*

< TheSavior : Yo. >

< Abeautifulwoman : You put a period ! Is it your diet ? Look idk how fat you are but I'm sure you can get rid of a few kilo easy peasy ! I believe in yu boss ! >

Yeah I'll come back to you about that. Until now, he hated this whole diet idea with his whole being. But it was necessary.

< TheSavior : It had nothing to do with my diet. I want you to tell me what the hunt is about. >

< Abeautifulwoman : Not you too... Bro I swear this is a dangerous thing. You don't want to be involved >

She already said that to Imagenius. But Nick had more or less understood what it was about. He only needed confirmation.

< TheSavior : Look beauty. My friend is Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's boyfriend. From what I witnessed today and in the past weeks, I can tell there are a lot of people after him. I know your boss is a hunter, and I know he's not very sympatic, but I do hope he likes me a bit. All I want is to know what is going on. Is my roommate not safe ? Is it Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's fault ? >

< Abeautifulwoman : ... Who are you ? How can I be sure you're Sav ? This is too much of a coincidence. Are you working for Samy ?! Just know that we're after you. D.R and us won't let you get away with it. >

< TheSavior : are you serious right now ? >

*Abeautifulwoman is disconnected*

The fuck ? Seriously ?! Nick grunted. That idiot ! But if it was a big deal, he could understand her distrust. It hurts, but she gave him some info to work with anyway. Samy uh ? And D.R... He didn't like the idea of Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey being a manipulative asshole who was using Liam. He doesn't even look the part. But it was a possibility. He needed to investigate more... Nick would know everything about the hunters and the famous hunt.

To be continued

When you’re hunting, and the prey is way stronger than you.

Lucy is stupid but no, I don’t encourage violence of any kind. Liam wasn’t right, but he’s human, and it’s well know he can’t control his emotions very well.

Nick is going to the end of it. He will. Maybe! 

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First Night

Anon Request: first time spending the night at Rami’s house

This did not turn out at all as I was expecting it to I honestly have no idea what happened when I was writing this but oh well...

1.4k words

Warnings: Fluff, drinking, general cuteness

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It had only been a couple of months since your first date with Rami, yet you had a feeling in your gut that this was something special. Something about him just made you feel so comfortable, but there were still little butterflies in your stomach whenever you saw him. His schedule was obviously very busy, so you didn’t have date nights as often as you’d like. Plus whenever you did go out, there were always fans asking for selfies or just the not-so-discrete pointing and whispers. It seemed like he was used to it, but he could tell that you weren’t which is why he suggested that for your next date, he’d cook dinner at his house for the two of you. You agreed straightaway, and then suddenly felt like a brick hit your face as you realized that this was somewhat of a big step.

Whatever… it’s just dinner… it’ll be fine… it doesn’t have to lead to anything else You kept reminding yourself as you examined your outfit in the mirror. You didn’t even know what you were supposed to wear to a date like this. You didn’t want to be too fancy, it was his house, not a nice restaurant. You decided to slip on your cute burgundy high-heeled booties to tie together your ensemble of dark jeans, a nice white t-shirt and black blazer. Moving over to your jewelry box, without thinking you grabbed the gold necklace that your grandmother had given you. After adding some blush to your cheeks (you almost always forgot to put on blush) and smoothing out your long curls, you were ready to go.

You paused at the door, and your hand started to shake when you brought it up to ring the bell. He must’ve been waiting because your hand was still on the little white button when the door swung open and his big beautiful eyes were staring down at you. A small giggle escaped your lips when you saw the red and white checkered apron hanging from his neck. Then you looked back up and all your nerves vanished at the sight of his smile. You could feel your insides melt every time that you saw his smile.

“Hi” he said with a burst of excitement as he opened the door wider and stepped aside so you could enter. Your brain couldn’t make up its mind on whether you were nervous or happy. Both, you decided, but it seemed that every second you spent with Rami you became more relaxed. His smile must have been contagious because yours grew on your face at the sight of his. He pulled you in for a quick kiss, but you broke contact when a delectable aroma snuck out from the kitchen.

“What are you cooking it smells really good?” you blurted out in a single breath. Rami laughed at how cute you were getting distracted by the prospect of food. “Chicken enchiladas” he said tentatively, almost as a question. “I wasn’t sure if you like Mexican but it’s one of the few things I’m decent at making.”

“That’s perfect Rami” you responded quietly but reassuringly. He nodded and grinned before offering out his arm for you to follow him down the hall. The kitchen wasn’t too big, but very nice and clean, with a table off to the side already set with candles and wine. You sat on the counter as he poured a glass of Sangiovese and handed it to you. You sipped on the wine while he finished preparing the meal, both of you quiet but sneaking quick glances at each other.

By the time the meal was done, along with two bottles, you were deep in conversation about your childhoods, specifically with your siblings. He told you so many stories of him and Sami being troublemakers, one of those stories almost making you spit wine out of your nose. It hadn’t taken long for that comfortable feeling to return and you felt like you were talking to someone you’d known your whole life.

After insisting for the third time, Rami had agreed to let you help clean up, so you nudged him away from the sink causing him to smirk at you and his tongue poked out between his lips. As you finished drying the last dish, you hear the pop of a cork and turn to see Rami pouring each of you another glass. “Hey I probably shouldn’t—” you got quieter on the last word as he looked at you with a puzzled expression. “I drove here and I’ve already had…” your sentenced drifted away from you again when he continued to pour the dark red liquid.

He stretched his arm out to hand you the stemmed glass and stared into your eyes. “So just sleep here tonight” he stated with an obviousness that had you taken aback for a moment. You were about to go on about how you didn’t want to intrude and you’d get an Uber or call your friend, but you didn’t. The look in his eyes and the way he said those words, you wanted to say yes and you knew that he wanted it too.

You took the glass and looked down at it in your hand. It took a second for you to realized that you were smiling, a lot. You tried to put the thoughts in your head into a coherent sentence but he spoke before you got the chance. “I know we’re taking things slow and I’d want our first time together to be sober anyway so you can sleep in the guest room if you want or you can sleep with me I promise I won’t try anything but I understand if you don’t want to.” At this point you realized how tipsy he was as he rambled on without taking a second to breathe. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth and you just shook your head while he tried to figure out what your reaction was supposed to mean.

“I’d love to sleep with you tonight” the words had barely left your lips before he was wrapping his arms around you. “Yaayyy” he screamed, but in trying to hug you he managed to spill wine all over your shirt. “Oh shit I’m so sorry” he stared at your chest as the maroon stain spread over it. “It’s fine Rami I never really liked this shirt anyway” you lied.

“Come with me, I’ll get you something to change into” he started towards the stairs and you followed, pulling the wet fabric away from your skin to inspect the damage. His bedroom was decorated simply, but it was very tasteful. He emerged from what you assume was the closet with a faded blue t-shirt and gray sweatpants. “They might be a little big on you” he sheepishly handed you the clothes and you muttered a “thanks” as you started to remove your shoes and blazer. Rami disappeared into the closet again and you quickly began to change.

Now in his bed, with him right next to you, staring at you with nothing but adoration (and some drunkenness) in his eyes, you were surprised at how at-ease you felt. He grabbed the tv remote and pulled up Netflix, scrolling through before settling on a comedy that you’d seen a hundred times. “I love this movie” he muttered to himself before adjusting his body so he was half-facing you and he stretched one arm behind your neck while the other one snaked around your waist. You leaned into his touch, to silently let him know that you were okay with this.

He smiled and let out a satisfied sigh, then leaned forward to press his soft lips against yours. You kissed him slowly, for what seemed like hours and you didn’t want it to end. When you reluctantly pulled away, he leaned in again, this time to place the sweetest little peck on the tip of your nose. “Goodnight Y/N” he slurred as he closed his eyes and let his head fall into the crook of your neck. “Goodnight Rami” you kissed his temple and smiled to yourself as you drifted into sleep at the sound of both of your breathing falling into rhythm with each other.

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25 Tales Of Christmas

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

1. Chris Brookes

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

2. Kenny Omega

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

4. Sami Zayn

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

5. Dean Ambrose

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

6. Jimmy Havoc

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

7. Trent Seven

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

8. Pete Dunne

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

9. Tyle Bate

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

10. Mark Andrews

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

11. Sami Callihan

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

12. Jake Crist

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

13. Dave Crist

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

14. Matt Riddle

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

15. Finn Balor

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

16. Corey Graves

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

17. Jeff Hardy

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

18. Joe Hendry

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

19. Baron Corbin (takes place around NXT era)

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

20. Marty Scurll

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

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

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

22. Jack Gallagher

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

23. Zack Sabre Jr

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

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

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

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

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

[lancetuckershairgel]

#62 Drabble Challenge

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Sami Zayn  Warnings: Language, smut, slash For: Anonymous 

Dean laid in his bed, filled with regret. He had agreed to let Sami room with him tonight and the Canadian wouldn’t stop talking. It was late into the night and Sami sat there, chatting away as Dean tossed and turned in his bed. He groaned as he pulled the pillow over his head.

“You know...” Sami looked over at the disgruntled man in the other bed “If you can’t sleep we could have sex”

Dean peeked out from behind the pillow with a look of bewilderment on his face. Sami just gave him a sheepish smile and Dean processed the thoughts running his mind.  

“Ok” Dean finally shrugged 

“Really?” Sami asked, sitting on the edge of the bed

“Sure.” Dean replaced the pillow behind his head and rubbed his dick through his sleep shorts

Sami moved over to Dean’s bed and sat between his legs.

“Do you want me to blow you?” Sami asked

“If you wanna” Dean said, continuing to stroke himself, feeling his erection growing

Sami hooked his fingers under the hem of Dean’s shorts and slid them down, revealing Dean’s cock. He admired it for a moment before positioning himself on his knees. He placed his mouth on Dean’s cock. He took it down his throat, gagging a bit as Dean slowly lifted his hips, but he collected himself and began sucking. Dean moaned, his eyes closing as his hand went to the back of Sami’s head, fingers tangling in the red hair. 

“Fuck..” Dean sighed as Sami’s head bobbed up and down

Sami smiled from around Dean’s cock as he continued with the blow job. Dean’s mind wandered and soon he found himself fantasizing about Seth sucking him. Dean liked Sami well enough as a friend but had never thought of him as someone to fuck. Dean still had so much heartbreak from Seth that it was consuming him, and the man had to admit he missed his former boyfriend a lot. 

“That good?” Sami asked, tearing Dean from his thoughts

“Yeah...you’ve got a nice mouth” Dean smiled down at Sami

“Thanks” Sami grinned with pride

“Take off your pants” Dean said, rolling off of the bed and removing his shirt

Sami quickly removed his sweats and knelt on the bed. He shuddered as Dean’s rough hands ran down his freckled back. Dean gently pushed him down so that his head was laying on the pillow and his ass was in the air, his legs spread. Dean lubed his dick before using his thumb to rub lube in circles around Sami’s hole. He slowly inserted his thumb into Sami, prepping him. 

“Fuck you’re tight” Dean said

“I’ll be alright” Sami mumbled into the pillow

Dean positioned himself, his hands gripping Sami’s hips, and he slowly slid inside. Sami’s moans filled the air as Dean entered him, filling his ass completely. He breathed out as Dean pulled back, almost all the way out, then pushed back in. 

“This wasn’t a bad decision after all...holy shit” Dean thought to himself, feeling Sami’s tight ass clench around his cock each time he thrust inside. Soon, the lunatic fringe had forgotten all about Seth as he spent the next twenty minutes fucking Sami, their sweaty bodies molding together and their grunts and moans filling the air. 

[phoenix-of-arson]

Sleepover!

This was like, the best sleepover ever.

I met my best  friend at a pizza place. I had to wait through my brother going to therapy and I had to eat something, but the whole time, I was staring out the window or my text messages. I wanted to know when she was there really bad. Finally, I saw a car pull up that somehow screamed "noglastic" and I sorta knew that was the car. I saw her mom get out, so that's  when I asked my mom if that was them. It was perfect timing because we had just finished eating (and we paid first) and she said it was them, so I just speed-walked out  of the restaurant. It's  hard when you only see your best friend in the universe only on her birthday and don't  get to talk to each other in forever. It's  been about 3 years now since I went to her school, and I missed her so much!!! I went out in the parking lot. We stared at each other for a moment. My first thought was 'Am I sure that's  her? What if it's  a stranger? Look at her hair and outfit though! It looks so kpop like!! That's  sorta the point  though cause we are group members.'

  And then I decided that I didn't  care. We literally  ran at each other movie style, except without the slow motion. And we basically  bearhugged each other. We squealed a few times. My mom and her mom are friends so they were happy to see each other. Her mom was like "I'm  about as happy to see you as *name not being said* and Sami" and we were like "NO WAY"

I got to see her baby sister. She sorta has a kpop like name I won't  say. I can't  say anyone's  real names or stage names. My brother was weird, but I ran to the car real quick to get my bag, and then we left. Me and my friend were laughing our heads off during the whole entire ride, and her mom was joking with us too. Her sister was happy but was also judging us the whole ride.

We got to her house. I'm  gonna say it ahead of time, the place she lives (I used to live nearby) is drowning in mosquitos. I currently have at least 20 bites and I've  killed about 6. I live in the city, but they have a lot of uncut grass and no mosquito plants like I do. Her cousin got there a few hours later. She actually  has the same name as MY COUSIN and both of me and my friends last names are the same. Before her cousin got here, we spent a large portion  of the day practicing a kpop dance and song for when we actually  do the cover.  During a water break, her cousin entered the room. I told my friend to turn around, and she was like squealing. She asked if we were gonna fight cause she was worried we were gonna be mortal enemies for some reason, and then me and her cousin just hugged and she literally  ran out of the room into the hall squealing. She was so happy we got along. We all had a lot of fun. One of the first things we did was hair spa. I had the disadvantage of getting my hair done first. I'm  still not sure I got the rest of the conditioner out. My neck was in such an uncomfortable  position  because  we were trying to get it washed. Her cousin went next. She hated it, but she was laughing. At one point  she stood up on the edge of the bathtub (I should probably  mention cause it's  funny, we were wearing regular  clothes instead  of swimsuits) and she was hanging on the shower rail thing, and it fell, and they were both running around, so I had to try to use my soapy hands to put the shower rail up and not drop the shower head. Then I dropped the shower rail and the shower head and there was water everywhere, so I had to try to get it to stop spraying. After that, we tried to put the shower rail back up. It was very  hard to do so. We still finished her hair in the sink and it took forever to brush that long hair. Then we ate pizza, messed with slime, and I did my friends hair. She brushed it most of the time though. Her cousin kept playing with her hir like slime when we were putting  the conditioner in. At one point, her cousin left to go play on her phone. It took forever to do HER hair. We did makeup a lot too because  we were gonna vlog but didn't. My friends know how to makeup and I don't  XD. We were sorta loud and my friend has a baby sister and it's a small house so Alli kept getting texts from her mom telling her to be quiet. Her cousin was the first to fall asleep, so we wrote on her arm in lipstick. Then me and my  friend messed with Google and Siri. My friend and her cousin don't  understand android and have iphones. Then we were told to go to sleep at 1 AM so we didn't  and we just watched some yt, talked super quietly, did a couple of quizzes, and then it was almost 3 so I wanted to go to sleep. I don't  even know which one of us fell asleep first.

The next day at like 7, I woke up because I heard Alli get up.  I got up soon after.  She showed me her stuffed animals. My friend loves foxes, even has a stuffed fox named Kiki, probably not my friend @kikithefox though. I also helped change her baby sister's  outfit. My friend got yelled out a couple of times, something  I can relate to. We woke her cousin up. So we ate breakfast, played sims, played with more slime, and we tried to get her cousin to excersise. She didn't  want to though, so we did more slime. And then we visited a friend of my friend. He has a yt channel is super experienced, yet I somehow have 28 more followers than him. He has like, microphones and stuff and I have a phone. I also noticed when we were walking, we were doing the exact same thing we were talking about in the phone call we planned this. It was so cute. We  walked back and rated houses, since a lot of them were sorta shabby. Some of them got 9's though. The whole time, it was raining, so we were wet.

  After a while, we went out and played on the swing. You know when you twist  the chains of a swing and it untwists really fast? We would twist it a lot. They liked the spinning apparently, but I just closed my eyes. And one point I accidentally  even let go. And then I twisted the swing  more cause I'm savage. Also, I have a kpop bias now, Jisoo. I accidentally  stepped on something weird and told my friend not to worry about it, but she was worried. I just hopped inside, when to the bathroom, turned the bathtub on, and just held my foot under the faucet. We cleaned my friend's room some. We also played with her sister throughout basically  everything. All babies love me for some reason. Like, even when I was noisy, she was so excited to see me.  We ate burnt nachos for lunch, but my friends didn't  want cheese on theirs. I kept getting all the burnt chips from her cousin, and she gave my friend all the meat. It was clear she just wanted doritos.

Also, I'm  the favourite friend her parents know!! Not even any of my friend's  crushes have been the favourite  friend, so take that XD. That's  what you get for not  trying  to contact me when I tried to contact you. (cause I know the majority  of them) My mom and brother came, and we went to go see the bunnies. I love bunnies. Years ago, I gave my bunny Twitch to her, so now he's  a father with many,many beautiful  small children. I feed the mama a lot, she liked me.  My mom was talking to her parents for about an hour and my friends didn't  want me to leave so they tried to steal my  stuff and wrestle me down. They also drew a lot of stuff for me so I wouldn't leave.  I did have to leave, but we gave each other lots of hugs. I also have my friend's cousin's  phone number!  When we left, me and my family just ate out. That's  about it I think. Maybe. I'm  sorta being OCD because  I want this to be 1,500 words.

[sy-maya]

Maya @La Baie des Vierges, Fatu Hiva.

From Gambier to Marquesas... Day by Day.

Day 6. March 29th, 2017 - The Arrival.

We saw the island Fatu Hiva right after dawn, “LAND IN SIGHT!!”. However, it took us another 8 hours to finally reach the anchorage of Hanavave, more known under the name “la baie des vierges” (Virgins’ Bay). The landscape is breathtaking, like in a fairy tale; stunning. 

Once there (816 NM - 1511km from Gambier), the rain started pouring heavily. The anchorage was packed with 5 boats, and we had troubles finding a good spot. After a first trial (at 2pm), Herbert and the boys jumped directly in the water where they joined the neighbor-boat’s kids (9, 7, and 5 year-old), who arrived 2 hours before us and also needed to get rid of some energy. It was quite a party, until Asma called them back: she saw that we were approaching too close to the next boat, so we had to re-anchor. Aaargh, many rounds later, we were hopeless, and Asma tried to explain to one of the yachties who was watching us that we couldn’t go much further since we don’t have enough chain (the bottom drops rapidly to 50m). Spontaneously, they said that they will give us their spot as they have 150m anchor chain. If we waited a little bit, he would just move to deeper waters. How nice! We are so grateful! We heard a lot about the kindness of the Maquesians, but didn’t expect that of fellow yachties.

When we finished anchoring it was already 4pm. Right after we dropped anchor, the neighbor kids and parents came over to welcome us. We planned to go for a hike together tomorrow.

We haven’t set foot on land yet, and we are looking forward to a good night sleep… Tomorrow, we’ll take some pictures for you :-)

Position: http://waypoint.li/map?q=-10.49,-138.67

Day 5.

Yeeeah! We finally saw some dolphins this morning. That was a highlight for us, because we haven’t seen any since we left Galapagos, more than 7 months ago! For some reason, that we haven’t researched yet, there are no dolphins in Gambier Islands. Otherwise, nothing special. It seems to be the last night before we reach Fatu Hiva, the southernmost island of the Marquesas archipelago (still 80 miles left). The sea is still quite rough even if the wind dropped… We are somehow still tired, therefore, no fishing or cake baking this time. Just easy sailing with the kiddos, eating bananas, papayas and avocados ;-). Position: http://waypoint.li/map?q=-11.71,-138.25

Day 4.

Today again some heavy squalls, but all fine after all. Some routine is taking place in our daily family-sailing life.

6am Herby goes to bed and Asma wakes up (and usually Adam too). Coffee and hot chocolate until Samy notices that Adam is not sleeping anymore :-) Breakfast outside with the kids. Since it’s quite hot inside the boat, we spend the whole day outside (except during the squalls of course. In those cases only Herby is outside), so we start right after breakfast building shadow-tents. Then, story telling/reading in EN, FR, and DE, playing Lego, drawing tattoos on each other’s body, doing mental math exercises, counting in different languages etc. We don’t give school during rough-sea navigation, so we try to keep them mentally fit :-). At 9am, Herby takes over. Again full program for the kids such as story telling, playing Lego, science, etc. At noon, lunch and coffee together. In the afternoon, the kids usually listen to audio stories or play Lego or laundry clips. At 6pm, dinner. At 7pm, Herby and the kids go to bed, and so on… Asma started to read again during her night shifts despite rough seas. At 9pm Asma goes to bed and Herby takes over. He is getting the weather, posting this report (via our dear friend Gregoire Meylan who puts them on Facebook), reading/writing emails via HAM radio and working on his new venture. At 0AM, Asma takes over and at 3AM again Herby, etc. Voilà!

Only 233 nautical miles to go (about 450 km). Risi Bisi for lunch and dinner ;-) Position: http://waypoint.li/map?q=-14.15,-137.25

Day 3.

Very heavy squall during the night with winds up to 40 knots. Maya did a great job. During the day, the wind got back to 20 knots and the sea is less rough. At 3 PM, we did half the distance. YEAH!!! Otherwise, nothing special. The boys are getting more and more creative since we prohibited the use of any smart device or computer :-). No single animal seen so far. Position: http://waypoint.li/map?q=-16.50,-136.45

Day 2.

The sea is getting rougher and there is more wind and more squalls. Waves enter the cockpit on a regular basis. Adam was so hot last night that he tried to open his window for some air, completely forgetting where we were… You can imagine what happened next, knowing that he sleeps in the front cabin. Anyway, our mood is getting better, and even if the kids keep saying that we have to go back to Gambier all the time, they seem to be happy :-). We did our first trial cooking with this rough sea, horrible conditions but the result was OK (Pasta with avocado-chickpeas pesto). Our position http://waypoint.li/map?q=-18.60,-136.06

Day 1. March 24th, 2017

What a first day of navigation! We left Taravai on Thursday March 23rd, 4pm local time.   Leaving after over 6 months is difficult. First, we had to make Maya ready again for a long passage, which is logistically quite challenging. Then, after many discussions, we decided to leave the board cat in Taravai with our friends, which was heart-breaking but we like to convince ourselves that “Cutie” will be better there, instead of loosing her in the open sea or whatever. Last but not least, the farewell to our wonderful friends was really hard. Leaving paradise is not easy ;-).Here we are, after our first 24 hours of sailing. We are all like apple sauce: everyone is lying around, eating bits and bites, and sleeping a lot. Tomorrow will be better. The adventure continues! Our position http://waypoint.li/map?q=-21.25,-135.45