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HICCANNA MONTH WEEK 1, DAY 5 SHE WILL BE LOVED - RUNNER RUNNER

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Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door I've had you so many times but somehow I want more

I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while And she will be loved And she will be loved

Tap on my window and knock on my door I want to make you feel beautiful I know attention gets her insecure It doesn't matter anymore It's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise That moves us along My heart is full and my door's always open You come anytime you want, yeah

I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved

I know where you hide Alone in your car Know all of the things that make you who you are I know that goodbye means nothing at all Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window and knock on my door I want to make you feel beautiful

I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while

And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved

I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain (Please don't try so hard to say goodbye)

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It's the perfect night for brooding.

The summer storm is reaching its apex, sheets of rain rattling against the roof and thunder growling overhead. Anna, for her part, is sprawled on her bed with her most depressing playlists on blast.

Family out of town, night closing in, house to herself. No one to scold her for disturbing the peace (like whatever "peace" that existed in her mind wasn't always disturbed). The perfect little bubble for her to puzzle out what's wrong with her.

There has to be something. Year after year, month after month, boy after boy. No one feels anything for her for long.

Always some hackneyed excuse why they can't see each other anymore.

She doesn't really get it. She's not a bombshell or anything, but she's halfway pretty. But apparently a shock of ginger hair and a dotting of freckles is where the appeal ends.

Most recently, a boy she met in Sociology 101 asked her to get coffee after weeks of flirting. And maybe it was her tangent about iguanas, or the overzealous way she ate her pain au chocolat, but...

Ty sat across the lecture hall the next time they had class, and rushed out as soon as it was finished. He stopped answering her texts.

He seemed so nice. But as soon as she showed something a little less palatable--a little less feminine--he was gone. She took 1/100th of a step out of the mold, and Ty headed for the hills.

It's fucking embarrassing.

Anna has a theory. But maybe if she shoves it down hard enough, she can will it out of existence.

Then she won't die alone. Probably.

A crack of thunder sounds above her house. She burrows deep into her blankets, sighing.

She remembers she used to be scared of thunder and lightning when she was little. Seeing pictures of people who were struck on mountains. The scars it left. How quickly some died.

That was before, of course, she recognized logically that she was safe indoors. But also before she felt a strange sort of kinship with the turbulence outside.

Her brain certainly feels messy and hectic and full of high-speed winds and powerline collapses. Never slows down enough for her to take a breath without feeling like she's drowning.

Perhaps that's why the boys keep leaving. They sense that, and they don't want to deal with the stress.

Anna can't blame them.

Still, it seems like someone somewhere along the way would've gotten attached enough to her to stay during her...less-than-picture-perfect moments. Apparently not.

So much for all the internet's claims that dating was easier in college than high school because "everyone is so much less judgmental and insecure."

Just barely audible above the rain, there's a rapping on the front door.

At first, Anna thinks she imagined it. But then there it is again--a firm thunking of a fist on wood.

Well. This is concerning.

A girl home alone in disagreeable weather, with the day moving toward dusk. This was how a good percentage of horror movies kicked off.

Fuck that. She wasn't going to be a statistic.

Anna supposes she could just not answer. But truth be told, she's lonely--and just about any human contact would do at the moment.

So as long as there's not an AI-powered drone outside.

She steals off to the kitchen, perusing the knife holder and making a suitable selection. You could never be too careful.

She clutches the wooden handle behind her back Being careful to put on a skeptical-but-not-too-hostile expression, Anna opens the front door.

And there's a face she's only ever seen in Skype calls.

Anna and Hiccup Haddock met their junior year of high school--in an online message forum, of all places, united via love of an obscure fantasy comic book series. They'd discussed meeting up in person--it was only a 3-hour drive between their home cities, after all!--but it never quite panned out. Between ACTs and college applications and grumpy parents paying for gas money, it wasn't really in the cards.

They'd schemed to go to the same college for a while--a big state school with plenty to offer both of them. Ultimately, they decided against it. It seemed like something they'd regret later, making such a big life decision on a relatively recent friendship.

Hiccup ended up running off to the state school, finally breaking out of his hometown and putting two more hours between them. Anna picked a local city college, commuting to campus to save her parents money on dorm costs.

They'd only ever exchanged addresses to send each other Christmas gifts. Anna had no idea Hiccup kept hers.

And yet. Here he was, hours from his campus and standing on her porch with dripping hair. Fully in the flesh, unless there'd been some breakthroughs in hologram technology that Anna was not informed of.

"Wh--what are you doing here?!" She only gets the question out after several seconds of incoherent spluttering. "You--you were driving in this kind of storm?!"

"You sounded really torn up about that Ty asshole. So I thought I'd come check in on you."

He says it so casually. Like they live right down the fucking street from each other.

What the hell.

Despite her parents' absence, Hiccup's car is parked on the street in front of her house. Politely not blocking the driveway.

So his courtesy extended beyond the wilds of the interwebs. Good to know.

But how the hell was he even here?!

"Are you real?" she demands.

"Are any of us?" he responds, not missing a beat. "Simulation theory and all that."

Yeah, he's real all right.

She tries to surreptitiously set the knife down on a dresser. Hiccup looks at her with raised eyebrows.

"Is that--"

Anna blushes. "Well, if you were a serial killer, I refuse to be the ditzy, dumb girl who dies first!"

After a beat, he nods approvingly. "That's a good call."

One last test.

She surges forward and wraps her arms around him for the very first time. Yep, definitely a solid human being made of real matter there, as far as she can tell.

He's more wiry than she would've thought. She always expected him to feel twiggy and brittle (especially considering how he talked about himself), ready to crumple at the slightest force. But there are lean muscles lining his arms and stomach, suggesting he doesn't give himself enough credit.

(Physically, anyways. Anna likes to think he at least has some idea of how smart he is.)

Hiccup hugs back after a moment. Anna very much likes how secure he feels.

"Wait, wait." She abruptly shoves him away, alarm gripping her. "Your physics final...!"

"Eh." He shrugs. "Not until Wednesday. I've got time."

"Yeah, at your campus is a 5-hour drive away!" She crosses her arms and glares.

"I studied last week already. And seeing you was more important."

Her cheeks heat up. "How on earth...?"

For a moment, Anna's lost for words.

"Hiccup, this is your future. Like...income tax, whether-or-not-you-make-enough-to-take-vacations future. There's no way some...half-rate social reject who can't keep any guy's attention for more than 5 minutes matters more than that."

"You do."

He says it with a certainty that's borderline infuriating. How the hell is he so wrong about her?!

And in a self-sabotaging way, at that?

"First of all...come inside, loser."

She tugs him through the doorframe, bustling into the bathroom and getting a towel to dry him with. As she wrings out his hair, she tsks disapprovingly.

"And what's so important about seeing me in person, huh? We talk almost every day, anyways. You could've just DMed me and not had to blow all that gas money."

"I don't know." He shrugs. "I wanted more than that."

He's looking at her strangely--like she's not the worthless piece of trash so many other people seem to think she is. Weird.

Maybe there's something wrong with his standards.

"I don't know why you put up with me," she says, forcing an awkward laugh.

He looks at her like she's a particularly tricky calculus problem he's trying to make sense of. "What kind of question is that?"

She falls onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Grabbing his arm, she coaxes him down next to her.

"I talk everyone's ear off about random shit. I can't stop sticking my foot in my mouth and making an idiot of myself. I'm a messy eater, and I, uh...eat a lot. I'm impulsive and I do dumb stuff without thinking and sometimes my brain lags like those computers from the 90s. Doesn't any of that bother you?"

"Oh, wow." He narrows his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You have normal human flaws. Whatever will I do?"

Despite herself, she smiles a little.

"Yeah, but it's like...it's more than that." For whatever reason, there's still a pit in Anna's stomach. "I guess having some icky stuff here and there is okay, if you have a cool and sexy enough personality to make up for it. But I don't. I don't have time to watch enough trendy shows or play enough video games and I can't remember shit about cars or assault rifles or MMA or sports or whatever the hell else I'm supposed to know to be someone's manic pixie dream girl. I'm into, like...good food and cute animals and anthropology and botany and stuff like that. Most guys think that's like...lame or pathetic or whatever. Or they just get bored and want to tell you about some Quentin Tarantino movie or football team they like. But you talk about what makes you happy, and they're, like...so unengaged. And you try and you try and you try to find common ground, but nothing works. They just look at you with this like...barely-concealed impatient sneer? Like they're counting the minutes until they're free from this freak."

"Is that what going out with Ty was like?"

Anna makes a face. Trust Hiccup to see your point long before you did.

"Him, and...others," she realizes. "A lot of others. Easy to write off a few as douchebags, but when they all head for the hills...I don't know. It feels like you're this perfect smorgasbord of traits to repel every dude you could ever possibly be attracted to. Too clumsy for this one, too stubborn for this one, too dumb-seeming for this one, too annoying for this one, too clingy for this one, too boring for this one, too emotional for this one, too giggly for this one, too outspoken for this one...you see what I mean?"

Hiccup pauses, as though picking his words carefully. For several moments, there's no noise but the beating of rain outside.

"I mean..." He sighs. "In my personal opinion, they're the boring ones if their heads are so far up their own asses that they don't want to learn about anything outside their tiny, stupid bubble. If any of them did stick around, I'll bet they would have put you to sleep blabbing on and on about...advanced economics or whatever, and then you'd feel too guilty to dump them because you finally found a guy willing to 'put up with you.'" He does the set of air quotes a little more dramatically than he needs to.

"Not true!" she retorts.

"Au contraire. I once rambled about car engines over chat to see how long you would politely engage before you conked out. I think you made it maybe...30 minutes? Which, considering how bad your insomnia is, is pretty short."

Anna gasps in horror, playfully punching him in the arm. (Pretty cool that she can do that now, by the way.)

"Hiccup! You were running social experiments on me? Without my express consent?!"

"Well, I'm not making a profit, so...it's a gray area, right?"

"Still! Incredibly unethical of you. If I snitch, you're never getting into psychology school."

"Oh no. There go all my grand plans of judging people for a living."

She laughs again, shaking her head.

She already feels a little better.

"Bottom line is." He leans into her side...and for reasons she can't quite place, it jitters her nerves a bit. (Probably still getting used to the weirdness of him actually sitting within leaning distance.) "I really think you're giving these guys too much credit. Hell, I'm pretty sure I would think half of them were as dull as a soggy washcloth. Not to mention stupid as hell, too, if they can't see how cute you are when you get excited about something."

"Wh--what?!" If Anna's cheeks were hot before, they're on fire now. "Stop it. I am not!"

She sure as hell hopes he didn't drive all this way to lie to make her feel better. That seems like a huge waste of both their time.

"Bullshit. You absolutely are." He says it with a certainty that throws her off again. He needs to stop doing that. "It's like...it's like that gag in comics where the speech bubble is intentionally not drawn big enough to fit all the text squished inside. Cracks me up every time. But also easily one of the most adorable things I've ever seen."

"I..."

She stares at the ground, unsure what to say.

"I don't think I'm the kind of girl people fall in love with. Maybe like for a little while, but not love. It's my destiny to be some bitter, lonely old lady with happily-married friends who all ditch me because they like their new families better, or...whatever. You know?"

"Now that...that is some bullshit."

Something inside her finally snaps.

"Would you knock it off?!" She scoots to the other end of the couch and turns to glare at him, arms crossed. "Did you drive all this way just to argue with everything I say?"

His eyes narrow, frustration quickly flaring up to match hers. "That wasn't the plan, but if all you're going to do is be an asshole to yourself and spout out dumb, self-loathing garbage, then I guess I have to. What, am I supposed to pretend I agree that you suck?"

"I don't know! You could act like I'm not crazy for thinking that, given...you know...the available data!"

"But it is crazy to think that!" Hiccup gestures wildly, as though trying to dispel aggravation through his fingertips. "You're fucking awesome! And I have no idea how you got this notion everyone who likes you is going to leave you, or who gave you that impression, but I want to punch them in the nose. It's complete nonsense."

"But--"

Anna is too late. The tirade has begun.

"No, listen to me, will you?! First of all, you have literally no reason to think your friends are going to abandon you as soon as they get into relationships, or have kids or whatever. Any partners they get are going to love you, too. And you'll probably be the cool aunt and designated babysitter if there're any kids or pets in the picture. So even if you don't find someone to get hitched with, or whatever your endgame is here, you're always, always going to have friends. You're always going to have me, for one. So stop automantically discounting that like it doesn't mean anything. It's kind of rude, and also...be serious. You really think I'm gonna go running after the first hot chick I see and forget all about one of my best friends?!"

Anna sucks in her breath, her thoughts finally catching up with her mouth.

"I guess when you put it that way, I see how that implication could be, uh...kind of insulting."

"Oy moy." He sighs, burying his head in his hands. "Thank you for finally noticing."

"I do appreciate you coming all this way." Anna looks away, studying the carpet. "I guess I feel bad about you doing it to help me with a problem that's probably pretty stupid."

"It's not stupid," he says evenly. "No one wants to be alone. Or at least...no one wants to be alone all the time. It's okay to get scared you'll push people you care about away just by being yourself. I know I have. But hey." She feels him put a hand on her knee, and instinctively feels the urge to slide her own on top of it. "I like hanging out with you, so it's my pleasure to be here. Promise."

"Okay." She laughs uneasily. "I guess if you don't mind my drama getting in the way of your finals week."

"Pffft, are you kidding?! Like I'd rather be practicing integrals than giving you a pep talk."

She shrugs. "Fair point."

"But the other thing you said...about no one ever falling in love with you. That's complete nonsense, too."

And just like that, her annoyance is back.

"What, you can see the future now?" she snaps. "Seems weird, for a man of science."

"I don't have to see the future to know! Can't you just trust me?"

It's her turn to bury her face in her hands, groaning. "You don't have any concrete evidence to support your claim," she grumbles. "Your study is not peer-reviewed or repeatable. You're a bad scientist and you should feel bad."

"I am peer-reviewed, it's just that my peers have asked to remain anonymous."

"Oh, sure! That's what all the phony scientists say!"

She swats him, and he laughs. Slowly but surely, the pebbles weighing down her stomach begin to lift one by one.

"Now!" He abruptly claps his hands, making her look up. "Enough of this self-pitying nonsense and onto better things. Have you eaten dinner yet?"

She gives him a quizzical look. "No?"

"Well, come on, then." He stands up and offers her a hand. "We're going to make pesto pasta and then scour Netflix for the worst low-budget film known to man."

Anna winces. That sounds like a lot of work.

"And why are we going to all the trouble of cooking actual food?"

He raises an eyebrow. "You were going to eat frozen eggrolls for dinner, weren't you?"

Anna sighs in defeat.

"I was going to eat frozen eggrolls for dinner," she confirms wearily.

He grabs her hand and pulls her to her feet, making her cheeks burn. "Come on, I found this recipe online that takes like 10 minutes. And we can make some raw chocolate chip cookie dough for dessert."

Anna lets herself be dragged into the kitchen, almost laughing at how incredulous it is that Hiccup got her excited about chores.

He must really care. For some reason.

"Anna. Anna, hey."

Two thoughts cross Anna's mind as she hauls her tired brain out of the comfy grip of unconsciousness.

The first is that there's late morning sunshine streaming in through her window, warming her cheek. It's early, but not affront-against-every-possible-god early.

The second is that there's another human being in her bed with her.

Anna remembers what a pest she was as a little kid, always hopping into Elsa's bed and waking her sister up to entertain her when her insomnia got especially unbearable. But since then, she and other people haven't spent a lot of time in each other's beds--save for the occasional girls' night sleepover.

So this is noteworthy.

"Wha--?"

Anna flips over to find a very-solid Hiccup Haddock (she verifies it via kicking him in the leg) grinning at her over the covers. Having migrated from the air mattress she inflated for him the previous night, she realizes.

"What're you doing up here?" she grumbles.

Not that it's a bad thing. She's just a little confused.

"I made you something."

She rubs her eyes, looking at him dubiously. "Something better than sleep?"

"Arguably."

"Fine."

Anna really isn't feeling the slog out of bed, but Hiccup looks so uncharacteristically giddy that she can't help but be curious.

She leans on him the entire way to the kitchen, slumping like an injured soldier staggering out of the battlefield. He doesn't seem to mind holding her in place.

And then she sees it.

There, sitting on a plate on the counter, are an arrangement of white chocolate-dipped strawberries. The sweet-smelling pot next to them that look like its contents were ripped out by a hurricane and strewn across the stove twice over are hard evidence they're homemade.

The chocolate is messy--lumpy and smudged with different shades of pink running together in a food coloring stunt gone terribly wrong. Icing guns were used to draw on stripes and patterns, interspersed with clumps of sprinkles.

Amateur, but done with more love and care than most people on professional baking shows.

Hiccup must have started this at 6 in the morning, if not earlier.

Anna's jaw drops. "You did not."

"I did too."

She shakes her head in wonder, trying to gather her thoughts.

"But...why?"

"Because you deserve to feel like you're worth it."

"Worth...what?"

"Worth fighting for. Worth loving. Worth caring about."

She turns to stare at him. His expression is almost pained.

"You're a fucking superhero." His voice shakes a little as he says it. "You've always been there for me, and helped me feel like I had something to offer when everyone else thought I didn't. I have more fun talking to you than anyone else I know. Just..." He lets out a breath. "I need you to know that whenever you need anyone, for anything, I'll help. My door's always open. Online, hell, even in person--just say the word, and I'm there."

All she can do is nod mutely.

"You're funny and delightful and you care so much about the people who matter to you and I just wish you could see all that," he goes on. "And I'm going to keep making you snacks until you do."

And then she's running to him, picking him clean off the floor and spinning him around. When she puts him down, he doesn't have time to escape before she's pulling him into a tight hug.

Clutching his shirt, she murmurs into his chest.

"I still don't know if I really deserve all this, but...thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"So for the Lorentz Force Law, what constant do you use for the permeability of free space?"

Hiccup sighs, slumping across the other side of the coffee table and eyeing her glumly. "You know, you don't have to help me study for physics. I promise I'm fine."

"No!" She chucks the last of the chocolate-covered strawberries at him. "I will not be held responsible for you bombing your final!"

"Please, no more. We've been at this for hours now."

"We've been at this for 30 minutes!"

"Can we at least take a break?" His green eyes are big and pleading--nigh impossible to resist. "I never thought I'd say it, but I might implode if I have to see one more line of weird numbers. And this is coming from the engineer-in-training."

It doesn't take much for Anna to relent. Her brain also feels like putty, and she's getting so much secondhand anxiety that she has to constantly remind herself she isn't the one taking a physics exam.

She slams her laptop shut, stomach loosening in relief as the loathsome, math-filled screen goes dark.

"Okay. 30 minutes," she says, knowing damn well that the break will be longer than 30 minutes.

"We'll just do something simple," he says. "Like a walk."

As if being out in the fresh air is going to make them any more eager to return to flashcards later.

They emerge into cool air, making their way down shady, tree-lined avenues until Anna leads them to a sprawling park. She'd gone there all the time when she was little, sometimes even sneaking out without (gasp!) adult supervision in order to be alone with the squirrels and the bugs.

It's a beautiful afternoon. The world still feels fresh from the previous night's rain, a crisp aroma hanging on the breeze and water lingering on leaves and dripping from the ends of twigs like morning dew. The way drops of moisture catch late-day sunlight gives everything a bright sheen.

They come to an open field, smothered in runaway weeds and late-season dandelions. It has a wildness to it that makes Anna pick up her pace, giggling with excitement.

"Hiccup, look!" She plucks a flower, blowing a cloud of seeds into Hiccup's face. "Make a wish!"

He coughs. "I wish these flowers won't activate my allergies."

"You're not supposed to tell me, you dolt!"

"Maybe that's not actually what I wished for." He eyes her mischievously. "Maybe I'm misleading you for my own nefarious ends. Ever think of that, Firecracker?"

"What could you possibly be plotting?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." He wiggles his eyebrows. "Maybe it was world domination. Maybe it was more conservation protection for marine iguanas. Maybe it was for these damn dandelions to irritate your sinuses too, so you'll know how it feels."

"You little shit!"

Before she knows it she's chasing him across the grass, trying to blow as many feathery seeds into his hair as possible. Snickering, Hiccup squats down and arms himself.

Before they know it, it's a full-scale dandelion war. Anna has a feeling they'll both look they took a bath inside a pillow before this is all over.

She also has a feeling not one other physics problem will get done today.

Anna asks herself for the tenth time that hour what the hell she's doing.

Her hoodie is soaked, braids hanging limply out like soppy orange rags. The thunder overhead has been drawing ever closer, bringing a slow-building anxiety attack along with it. And yet here she is, running back and forth outside a dorm building she's never set foot in in her life and trying to figure out which window corresponds to Room 127.

This is so ridiculous.

The internet's in consensus: Acting needy is about the worst thing a young woman can do. In fact, expressing any desire for affection and care and "higher maintenance" than usual is the quickest way to make a man flee in terror.

At least Ty sure thought so.

But this isn't Ty, is it?

A long shot. An absolutely batshit plan. But Anna's done walking on eggshells in her pursuit of true love.

And then she sees him through the glass. Tall, lanky, sprawled on his bed with his face in a comic book.

So she did time it right. His physics final was over with, and he was busying himself catching up on Spider-Man.

Well. He could be procrastinating something.

But in that case...he wouldn't mind procrastinating just a tad longer, would he?

Throwing subtlety to the wind, Anna bangs on the window.

He bristles like a startled cat. When he turns, his alarm morphs into confusion.

He splutters incoherently as he cracks open the window. "Wh--how did you---what are you doing here, Anna?"

"Just returning the favor!" She beams. "Y'know, the...randomly-dropping-in favor. You're done with your finals anyway, right?"

"Yeah, but...that's a 5-hour drive!"

She scoffs. "And you made it. Why can't I?"

His mouth opens--then snaps shut again.

A complete loss for words. The most sure sign of Anna's victory.

"You gave me an open invitation, mister!" She reaches through the open window, jabbing his chest.

"That I did." Hiccup raises an eyebrow. "I just didn't expect you to take me up on that in the middle of a torrential downpour twice as bad as when I dropped by your place."

"...can I come in?"

He sighs. "Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec."

Hiccup grabs a towel from a rack on his dorm wall and bustles back over. He half-pulls her into the room and half aggressively dries her soaked hair.

"Sheesh. You're going to get hypothermia or something."

Tutting disapprovingly, he wraps her in an old bomber jacket and an extra blanket.

Anna could get used to how she feels in his clothes.

"You're so dramatic." She pulls Hiccup's belongings closer. It's going to be difficult ripping them away from her now. "It's just a little water and stuff."

He rolls his eyes, but doesn't argue.

"So what's the occasion, then? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I..." Anna takes a breath.

Maybe simplicity and mundanity wasn't always a bad look.

"I wanted to see you."

He blinks in surprise. "Me?"

She nods.

"My whole life, I've just...felt like some half-forgotten accessory in someone else's story. My sister's. My parents'. My friends', even, once they get more popular and I'm the 'anchor' keeping it all from getting to their head, I guess. But not with you." She sucks in her breath.

"With you, it's like...I mean something. Just by doing all the boring crap I do every day and drinking basic girl lattes and cheering from the sidelines as everyone else accomplishes these great things. And you don't think less of me for getting panicky about everyone secretly hating me or crying in my car because I worry I'm not good enough. And you're so smart and funny and handsome and just all around a genuinely amazing person, and I just...I'd rather be hanging out with you than doing just about anything else. And so here I am."

For a moment, he only regards her thoughtfully.

"Anna." When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet. "Remember how you said you weren't the kind of girl people fall in love with, and I said you were wrong?"

"Right." She smiles wanly. "And you didn't have any evidence to prove it."

"So I'll prove it, then." His voice grows louder, firmer. "You will be loved. Right here, right now. Because I love you."

She scrutinizes him, confused. "Well, yeah, of course you do. We're friends."

"That's not what I mean." He sighs in frustration. "I mean...yeah, obviously, but there's something else going on here. And I think you know, but you won't let yourself feel it because you don't think you deserve it."

"But maybe I don--"

"So put that aside for a second." His voice is calm, gentle--sounding scarily reasonable, even. "Forget what you have or haven't 'earned.' What do you want, Anna?"

"I..." She swallows. "I think you already know."

Her heart is pounding, and she wonders if this is all really happening.

Then his mouth is on hers.

He tastes like home. He tastes like walking through your front door after being gone for a long, long time, and finally going to sleep wrapped up in your own bed.

It feels like an eon before they pull apart. Anna doesn't mind.

And as they lay on the bed, foreheads pressed together with breathless smiles, Hiccup murmurs in her ear.

"Could I interest you in sticking around a while?"

She grins.

"You could."

***

...okay so I literally have no reason why this took so long. No real excuse here. I just had a case of Brain No Worky and, in beautifully ironic fashion for the ADHD and Autism Squared Ship, my double-dosing ADHD Autistic ass just noped on me for a hot minute and now here we are. 4 days from the end of this damn event and I just finished my final Week 1 prompt. Absolutely cringefail, yes, but tbh I think this is what Hiccup and Anna would want. Sometimes I just have to be a dysfunctional disaster!!! For them!!!

ANYWAYS. Here it is, several weeks late!!! I've always loved this song for them, and generally the idea of Hiccup propping Anna up and being her biggest cheerleader and just generally believing in her when basically everyone else ignores her, dismisses her, or puts her down (like several characters in F1 do this!!! Especially in some of the deleted scenes!!!). I just think my girl deserves someone who unabashedly adores her and makes her feel good about herself while still having a personality outside of like...blindly simping (sorry kristoff lmao). But also grounds her and kinda keeps her in check when she starts going on a self-loathing spiral or does some impulsive Dumb Shit without thinking.

Not that Hiccup DOESN'T also do Impulsive Dumb Shit but he has like no self awareness about it lmfao

I've actually been meaning to use that chocolate strawberry pic forever XD Was gonna use it for something valentines-themed, but...eh. Oh well. This works too! And of course I had to find some way to throw it into the story XD

Anna and Hiccup cooking pasta together >>>> I would've written that scene too, if I had the energy!!!

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raconteur-multiverse · 2 years

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Summarize Twisted Wonderland Event 🇯🇵

“Kurukarot in Toyosaku Village” Part 02

•We finally meet Epel's Grandmother, her name is Marya/Maria. She is very happy to meet MC, Grim, Jade, Idia and Sebek to come visit their hometown. Funny thing is seems Epel's Grandmother speak like Swedish, good thing grandma Maria understand their language since she has been sells apples in city nor different place when she was young. She would love to help the boys, MC, and Grim as translator in their hometown.

•One by one they introduced their names to Grandmother Maria. Grandma Maria see them so energetic and lively, she very please them to enjoy the festival.

•In Sori Race (Sleigh Race) it is very important for each lead family to get a great honour, especially will get 5000 Madols.

•Before go to location sleigh race, everyone needs prepare and choose for sleighing also fabrics. This fabric is for making a magical stuffed animals to help the rider move their Sleigh due racing event. You can make it any shape stuffed animals you like, like Rabbits, Fox, Bear, and others. The ingredients to make stuffed animals is dough and fabric pattern, it same how we make a plushie doll.

•Epel did says about conditions this magical stuffed animals once be used for Sleigh Race, ”Air resistance changes depending on the surface material of the fabric, and if the fabric has high water repellency, it will not be heavy even in snow.”

•When Epel was a kid, there's no children of the same age with Epel, so Epel just playing with older adults. Grandma Maria did says about their family trees, " 'The Poison Apple of the Fermien Family' by the people around me. "

•Grandma Maria says want Epel guide them to town square, she'll do knitting those stuffed animals with her own magic sewing skills.

•Before they go, Epel says they must wash their hands even in winter seasons. ”The dwarves who lived in this area became sick-free by cleaning their bodies with soap.” said Epel, maybe using warm water. Because this Toyosaku Village isn't have a lot of hospital and the doctors often come this place. ”If someone gets sick, you have to go down the mountain to see a doctor.”

•Apple Town Square, a very famous with a lot's random food stall by farmers, bonfire, and decorative light bulb shape like an apples. Epel offer them Apple Ginger warm drinks and fresh baked apple pie. Inspired by The folklore of the beautiful queen says, "I valued the red apple very much."

• While Grim is enjoying eating apple pie on food stall, Jade did asked Epel if there's any good sourvenir in this town. Epel did recommend sourvenir for Jade, Jade choose Blue Bird Flute for Floyd and Azul. If you blow the flute, it will help you reduce your stress. More like a toy.

•As for Sebek, he but a comfy Cushion for Lilia and Malleus. While Idia is going to give Ortho a Rubric Block Puzzle. Epel did ask MC what MC want to buy. MC did tell Epel wanted a sourvenir that fits for everyone. Epel suggest MC try Apple with Garlic flavor. Like apples chips with savory flavor.

• Epel did says he did try beat Mr. Murakami the championship of Soli Race. Unfortunately the head village saying some members Sleigh racer is injuries, for awkward reason they fell by apple skin when they're eating. Because of that, they can't participate.

•And then Grandma Maria, Epel's Grandmother, disagree if they just quit like that. No matter how, they must win this race against other villager. Grandma Maria is like Super Mom!

•Once prepare for race, Grim and others playing snowball and met the Dwarf Students of Royal Sword Academy.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #twst event

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papipopsicle · 3 years

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

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hmshermitcraft · 3 years

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Joe and Cleo are walking down a busy market street. Cleo isn't an anxious gal but she couldn't help but notice some people giving odd looks at the couple. She looked at her hand and sighed wishing she had applied more makeup on the stitches that held her skin together. Joe and Cleo made it back home and she began "I'm sorry Joe." "What did you do this time?" Joe teasingly shot back smiling until he noticed his lover's face. He sat the groceries on the table and sat next to the ginger lady. "I'm sorry that i can't look at least normal." She sighed with a tired smile "What do you mean?" Cleo tried to laugh "You know like a human-" joe cut her off "You look like the normal pretty Cleo to me."

Joe is so in love with Cleo he sometimes forgets she might not see herself as a radiant queen all the time. That other people see the undead as second class citizens, and think he’s the one out of Cleo’s league. Even though he can’t make the problems go away, he can at least make sure he’s never the reason Cleo feels inferior- and hopefully remind her she’s the most beautiful girl in the world, too.

#hermitshipping #ask #joe tag #zombiecleo tag #jleo #angsty #body horror tw

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katedrakeohd · 4 years

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Twas the Day before Christmas

(Catch up on the first three Parts Here)

Part Four of A Very Valtorian Christmas

The kitchen at the manor in Valtoria was a bustling hive of activity. Cakes and pies were being made for the meal on Christmas day, and the warm scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger and vanilla filled the air. Standing at the long marble island, Hana and Kate are rolling out sugar cookie dough and cutting out shapes to bake.

Hana picks up a star-shaped cutter, "I love stars, they're my favorite shape of Christmas cookie."

"I'm partial to snowflakes myself." Kate says, laying the cut shapes carefully on the baking tray.

Kate feels the baby move and lays a hand on her belly. "What about you little one? Will you be a snowflake lover like Mommy or a star lover like your Daddy and Auntie Hana?"

"Speaking of Daddy, I wonder how Drake and Maxwell are getting along with their mission to spread Christmas cheer." Hana says as she hands off the tray of cookies to one of the cooks.

Kate giggles as she rolls out more cookie dough, "I'm sure they're fine. I know that Maxwell can be unpredictable at times, but Drake assured me that he would let him help in whatever way Maxwell as an elf can. I'm proud of Drake for taking on the responsibility of playing Santa this year. I can imagine all of the smiling faces of the little children."

"I'm still trying to get over seeing Drake in a Santa suit. Shockingly he wears it well. Who knew Mr.Grumpy would make such a good jolly old elf."

Kate swipes a bowl of gum drops as the bakers shoo her and Hana out of the kitchen. There was still much to be prepared, and having the Duchess and her Lady friend in the way was slowing them down.

The two women giggle like school girls as they make their way back to the Great Room. "Well I guess that officially takes us off baking duties. Now what?"

Hana links her arm through Kate's, grabbing a red gumdrop out of the bowl, "Any gift wrapping left to do?"

Kate shakes her head, "No, all done."

Hana takes in the lavish decorations around the Great Room as they sit down on one of the sofas to relax. "Thanks so much for inviting me to your home for Christmas Kate, it really is a nice place to spend a holiday. And you and Drake have really captured the spirit of the season in your beautiful decorations."

Kate smiles and reaches out to squeeze Hana's hand. "You're always welcome here sweety, and Drake and I wouldn't dream of letting a friend spend Christmas alone. I'm so glad to have you, Maxwell and Nicholas here. You're part of the family."

Hana wipes away a tear, "You're the best, Kate."

Pulling her friend into a hug, Hana giggles as the baby belly ends up in the way. "And our family is growing too. I can't wait to meet your sweet little baby."

Kate looks down and smoothes her hands across her belly in a gentle hug of her own, "Can you believe my child is going to be King or Queen someday?"

"You and Drake must be over the moon excited about being parents. This little royal heir is going to be born into such a world of love. Between all the attention from Mommy and Daddy, plus their Aunts and Uncles. I truly believe they're blessed."

"We're both excited and a little nervous, as any first time parents would be. But we also know we've no shortage of help if we need it."

"Have you picked out names yet?"

"We've talked about it, but haven't narrowed down a list."

Hana frowns, "I suppose it's a little complicated to pick out baby names when there's going to be so much importance attached to it."

Kate's eyebrows shoot up, "Exactly! Knowing that the title of King or Queen is going to be forever associated with their first name is a heavy burden on my mind."

"Have you thought about picking a name from ancient Cordonian history and giving it new life?"

Kate smiles, "Ooh that sounds like a great idea. It would give our son or daughter a connection to history and we can tell them stories about who they've been named after. Plus where I'm not from here it's a way to show the people that I'm embracing their Country as my own."

Hana glances around the Great Room, "Does the manor have a library? Surely there's a Cordonian History book around here."

"We don't have a library, but there are plenty of books in the study."

Hana helps Kate up off of the sofa. "Cool, what do you say we score a plate of cookies and some hot chocolate and head down to the study and research some cool baby names?"

Kate tucks her arm through Hana's and gives it a squeeze. "I'm so glad you're here Hana. Do you have to go back to the Palace tomorrow? Because I'd love it if you could stay longer."

Hana grins at her best friend, "Wouldn't I get in the way of you and Drake having time alone?"

Kate laughs, "As sweet and comforting as Drake can be, he can be a bit too helpful sometimes and I have to shoo him away to do something else. I know he means well, but I can tell he gets bored just sitting around while I sit and read or take a nap. And there's only so many romantic comedies on Netflix he can suffer through before he just pretends to take a nap or finds a game to play on his phone."

Hana scoffs, "Well that won't do. You need another girl around to binge watch stuff with you and to gush over cute baby things online."

"Exactly! Drake doesn't have a clue about all the adorable baby clothes, toys and other gear there is out there. I want my nursery to be fully stocked."

"Do you think Drake will change diapers? Or if he knows how?"

"He said he was willing to learn how to do all of that stuff, but I guess we'll have to wait and see."

"Hasn't he helped Savannah with Bartie before?"

"He has, but beyond holding his nephew and chasing him away from things he shouldn't touch I don't know what else he's helped her with."

After stealing a plate of cookies from the kitchen along with two glasses of milk. Hana and Kate head for the study.

As they pass by Kate's office, they can here Nicholas on the other side of the door, his voice is raised and he's talking to someone.

Hana frowns, "What's going on in there? I was wondering where Nicholas was hiding."

"Oh you know Nicholas, you can take the King out of the Palace but he can't leave the Crown and everything that goes along with it behind. He asked me if he could use my office as a base of operations while he's here in Valtoria. I'm hoping he takes a break at some point from running the country and enjoy the Holidays."

The main Study is in the room next to Kate's office, and as the women enter Kate turns on the lights. Hana sets the tray of cookies and milk down on the large oak desk.

"So as the Duchess, you have an office. Does Drake have an office too?" Hana asks, picking up a cookie.

Kate smiles as she leans her hip against the desk and folds her arms. "Well, it's not quite an Office for business anymore. The room next to this one used to be the Duke's office, but Drake had it converted into his own personal man cave."

Hana giggles. "Let me guess, it's upholstered in leather, dark wood and smells of whiskey?"

"Pretty much. He's basicly turned it into his own pub. With a bar and a pool table. Although he still calls it his Office."

Hana looks at the array of bookshelves lining the walls of the Study. "Hmm, where do we start. Do you think Drake would be upset if we start researching names without him?"

Kate shrugs, dunking a cookie into her glass of milk. "I think he would just be happy to have a list to pick from."

Hana runs her fingers along the spines of the books, "So how far back into history should we go? There are books here going back to the 17th century."

"Is there one that chronicles the nobility from way back then til now?"

Hana picks two books, "Yes, two actually."

Kate clears a spot on the desk for the two books. "Cool, let's take a look."

Hana and Kate settle into the desk chairs and each grab a book. Kate pulls a couple of notepads from the drawer and hands one to Hana, along with a pen.

"Ok Hana my love, you pick me out some nice girl names and I'll look at names for boys. And we'll take note of any interesting facts about these people as we go."

Nicholas opens the door to the adjoining office, "I thought I heard voices in here. What are you Ladies up to?"

Kate waves him over, "Welcome your Majesty! Just the royal brain we need to help us out."

Nicholas grabs a cookie from the plate and leans over to see the open books on the table. "Doing research?"

"Well kinda, we're looking up baby names." Hana says from behind her glass of milk.

"I don't want to impose my opinions on Kate or influence her in any way. She made it clear this is her and Drake's child first, and heir to the throne second. If it got back to Drake that any of my suggestions made the list I don't think he'd be very happy."

Hana and Kate exchange a worried look, "Well I'm sure Drake wouldn't protest that much would he? You know Cordonian history better than we do. I'd hate to pick someone bad out of history to name my child after."

Nicholas nods, "Well I can help steer you away from repeating that kind of history for sure."

"Ok good, pull up a chair."

Hana looks through ancient family trees from the 17th century, "So are you partial to any letter of the Alphabet for name starters?"

Kate blushes slightly, "Well I do have a soft spot for names starting with K. Or containing the letter K. Since Drake and I both have that in common. I figured it could be our new Walker family tradition."

Hana smiles, "That would be nice, plus it would help narrow things down."

.........

Drake and Maxwell opened up the back doors of the SUV and climbed in. Pulling off his Santa hat, Drake settled back against the seat wearily.

“Take us home, Preston.”

In the front seat Preston nods and makes eye contact with Drake in the rearview mirror, “Very well, Your Grace.”

Beside Drake in the backseat, Maxwell's tank of exuberant Christmas energy is still half full. If it weren’t for the requirement to wear a seat belt for safe travelling, he'd be bouncing all over the car like a rubber ball. Between Drake and Maxwell there's a large bag of candy on the seat. They're leftovers from the parade, and Maxwell has already had more than his share. Drake pulls it over closer and throws his hat over top to discourage Maxwell from eating anymore of it. Who needs little children to worry about when you have a Maxwell?

Maxwell looks like he might explode if he doesn't talk about his day, so Drake reluctantly engages him to let him let off steam. “Ok Maxwell, out with it. Did you have fun today?”

Maxwell beams, “Yes! This was the best Christmas adventure ever. Bertrand never lets me do this sort of thing. Now that he has Savannah, Bartie and now dear old Dad to keep him busy he has even less time for doing fun stuff.”

The warmth inside of the SUV is starting to get to Drake and he struggles his way out of his Santa coat, Max grabs a sleeve to help him get free of it. “Best adventure ever, huh? So what was your favorite part of today?”

“Seeing all the kids happy faces when I handed them candy canes and presents. They were so excited. What was your favorite part?”

Drake looked at Maxwell and thought about his answer. He didn't want to admit to Maxwell that the happy children were his favorite part too. Every smiling, rosy cheeked, grateful child reminded him that he was going to be a father himself soon. That warm, emotional feeling he felt every time one of the kids said: “thank you Santa..” had nearly brought him to tears.

Oh my God what's happening to me? I’ve gotta maintain my tough, grumpy guy persona in front of Maxwell or he’ll tease me like the schmuck that he is.

“Uh, sure the kids were great, but driving that sleigh was definitely the highlight of my day. Three horse power doesn’t mean shit as far as motors go, but with three actual horses? Damn that sleigh flew.”

Maxwell frowns, “But the drive to town was terrifying. I fell off, remember?”

Drake gives Maxwell a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “Well that part sucked, sure, but after you got back on the sleigh and sat up front with me; you had fun right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” The corner of Maxwell’s mouth turns up in a smirk as he shrugs his shoulders.

“The children really did seem to enjoy the sleigh’s jingling bells, and the fancy horses.”

Drake gives Maxwell a gentle punch to the shoulder, “See? That’s why the sleigh was my favorite part. Besides, I couldn’t have handed out all of those candy canes by myself. You did good today, Max. Heck, if we do this thing again next year maybe you can play Santa, and I’ll …”

Maxwell’s face lights up, “O..M..G, could I really play Santa?”

Drake nods, scratching at the itchy white beard on his cheek. “Well sure you could. But just let somebody else drive the sleigh for you OK?”

Maxwell grins at Drake, “And would Daddy Drake be my elf helper?”

“Nope, not a chance.”

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Continued in ^♡^ Part Five ^♡^

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simply-sams-things · 5 years

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We can try to make it work

Something I thought of a few days ago.

Reader is 13 weeks pregnant in the beginning

Spelling is not the best cuase I'm tired.

Summary:You meet the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody 6 weeks after you found out you were expecting your ex boyfriends baby. He knew but wanted nothing to do with you or the baby. So you put on a brave face and continued your daily life but with a bump. You are a make up artist for big movies and today was your first day on the Bohemian Rhapsody set. You were excited becuase its a Queen biopic which who dosent love Queen!?

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You walked into the tralior you parked next to which said Joe Mazzello and Ben Hardy on it because thats were you were told to go. You felt a little sick but you took a bottle of ginger ale in your purse incase you got sick. You walked in to see a man with lite brown hair and a man with blond hair trying to make a conversation but failing.

"Hi I'm Y/N nice to meet you" you started off when you put your purse on the counter with your name on it.

"Hi I'm Ben. Ben Hardy" the blonde one said putting his hand out for you to shake. You shook it.

"Nice to meet you Ben" you said "and you are?" You said looking at the brown haired man.

"Joe. Uh Joe Mazzello" he replied

"Well hi Joe I guess I'm doing your make up today since your in my chair but we can't start till 8 and its 7 so we have an hour" you told him. "Ben I think Ryan will be here in about ten minutes so dont worry you're not being left out"

Ben chuckled and said he was going to go find some food and asked if anyone wanted anything the both of you said no but thanks for offering.

"So Joe where ya from" you started

"New York. You?"

"Oh I'm from ______"

"How long have you been doing makeup if you dont mind me asking"

"Well since I was small but I didnt get into it until I was in high school and after high school I went to beauty school which lead me into the film industry and now I'm here"

"How about you with acting?"

"Oh I've been doing it since I was very young and I played in some big roles but now im playing John Deacon in a Queen biopic which is amazing" he said excitingly

"You were in Jurrasic Park" you realized

"Yes yes I was!" He said laughing which caused you to giggle.

Ryan walked in at that time and said hello and set up his situation and you realised you had to set yours up. Joe watched you and you knew so you simply gave him a smile through the mirrior which cuase him to blush.

You felt it get hot in the tralior suddenly and took your sweater off showing your tiny bump and Joes eyes quickly adverted away from it as soon as he realised he was staring at it.

"Joe its okay to stare at it I dont mind" you told him knowing the look he gave it. It was one everyone gave after they saw it. Mabye it was becuase of no ring on your finger or mabye it was becuase you were only 25. Either way who knows you were used to it.

"Sorry I just umm wasnt expecting a bump"

"Nobody does but it kinda happens when you get pregnant mine just popped out a few days ago" you said with a chuckle.

"Sorry again"

"Dont be Joe its okay I dont mind you looking at it just don't stare at it to long cuase that's a bit weird" another laugh to lighten the mood. Ryan had no idea what was going on and just listened to the strange conversation unfolding in front of him. Ben, thank god, walked in and sat down and greeted Ryan. It was 7:30 so you thought it was a good idea to start Joes look but of course the second wave of nausea washed over you and Joe noticed.

"Y/N you okay?" He asked you.

"Yeah just wait a bit I'll be back in a minute" you grabbed your Ginger ale and walked outside in the still cold morning air. You walked around the trailor and sat on the curb. You were chugging the Ale and didn't notice Joe looking at you.

"Are you okay?" His question scared you and you jumped. "Sorry. Sorry didnt mean to scare you just making sure you're okay." He sat down next to you.

"Yeah no its okay I'm fine Joe go back inside I'll be there in a few minutes just needed air"

"Are you sure it looked like you were going to get sick"

"Just morning sickness thats all but it wont be until a few more weeks till its gone im fine though really" you told the man.

"Okay well I dont want to be rude and leave you so I'll stay here with you until you want to go and do my face"

You laughed. "You dont have to but thanks I'm ready to go back just needed fresh air."

You both walked in and you did your thing while only almost throwing up once. You walked to set together and for the next six weeks you talked about your families and lives and you had enough courage to tell Joe about your situation with the babys father with the rest of the cast one night at dinner.

"Wow thats just a loss for him" he told you.

"What do you mean?" You asked

"He misses out on being in the life of a child and its mom" he said

"Joe are you flirting with your makeup artist?" Rami, the man who plays Freddie Mercury, asked Joe. You had grown close to the rest of the cast quickly and helping them when their personal artist were not around.

"No I'm just saying he lost something a lot of people want to have" Joe said looking any were but your eyes. At the time of the conversation you were 19 weeks.

Gwilym, Brian Mays actor portrayal, noticed the tension and asked you a question you never thought about.

"So Y/N are going to find out the gender?"

"Well I haven't thought about it yet" And the truth was you hadn't then you realised that appointment was in three days. "Crap I have an appointment in a few days"

"Why is that a bad thing?" Lucy asked. Mary Austins look alike.

"No its not but I have nobody to come with" you said with a frown. Everybody looked at you and then Joe and then back to you and then back to Joe.

"What?" Joe asked.

Ben then spoke up.

"How about Joe and I go with you? If thats okay with you of course"

"That would be lovely Joe you listening?" You asked

"Yes I am but that's your thing I dont want to interrupt that moment"

Everyone groaned.

"Joe its alright you and Ben can come with I think it would make it more interesting to be very honest."

Two days later Ben texted the group chat saying he can't go cuase he had a date. But Joe and you knew what he was doing. He pulled a move were three people had plans but the one who invited backs out and leaves the other two too do the thing.

Joe picked you up so you didn't waste gas and energy and he wanted to talk about the whole Ben thing.

"Y/N you look lovely this morning" he said when you opened the door. You were wearing leggings and a black maternity shirt that said 'coming this June' as well as a big jacket.

"Well thank you and you look good as well" you told him. Joe was wearing jeans and a blue shirt and a jacket. Simple outfit for a normal thing he thought.

He opened the car door for you and went to the driver side and started the car and the radio was turned on full blast which Joe had forgotten about and apologized when turning it down.

You were laughing and said its okay multiple times. Joe was embarrassed.

At the appointment you had to get your blood drawn and was going to get called back right before you found out the baby's gender. You hate the thought of your blood getting drawn. It scared you to the point were you wanted to leave.

"Hey its okay but you need to do this I'm right here incase you need me" he told you.

"Can you come back with me please?"

"Of course"

"Y/N Y/L/N" a nurse called "Hi I'm nurse Gina your husband can come with you cuase we will head right to the ultrasound room after the test"

"Oh he's not my husband just a friend" you explained

"Umm okay well he can come back"

"Joe?" You motioned for him to follow

You sat in the chair and set your arm out while Gina put the blue band above your vein. Joe noticed your scared face and put his hand out for you to hold. You grabbed it and he started to distract you.

"So Y/N what do you want the gender to be?"

"Oh I dont know a boy maybe?"

"A boy would be nice you can teach him all your tricks to make people focus like you do on set"

"Yeah" you felt the needle but then it was done and you looked over and saw that she was done. You let go of Joe's hand and said sorry for crushing it.

You were taken back to the room and you got on the table and gave Joe your purse.

"Okay so I'm swole right now so dont judge my mountain" you said with a chuckle

"I would never" he said bashfully. You lifted your shirt and Joe poked it. Making you laugh.

"Okay Y/N this will be what?" Gina asked

"Cold!" Joe and you said at the same time and that caused you all to burst into a fit of giggles. You wondered how Joe knew that.

"Here we go" Gina said and put the cold gel on your belly and then the doppler. She started with the normal stuff like heart and brain and lung growth and she even did the heartbeat. Joe was amazed by that part. And then Gina took a few pictures of the baby.

"Alright are you finding out the Gender today?" She asked

"Yes we are" You replied

"So let me just go and find were the part is cuase your baby is kinda low but thats great right now cause it needs to be head down for delivery" she said while moving the device around your belly.

"Its a.....boy!"

"Really!?" You asked about to cry and then you looked at Joe who had a big smile which cuased you to cry.

"Yep! And he is very healthy so dont worry about that. I'll leave you two be" Gina said cleaning off your belly and leaving. Joe helped you get off the table and gave you a hug and kiss on the head.

"You got your boy"

"I did!" You exclaimed still crying

"Hey why you crying?"

"Oh just becuase in happy and hormonal."

"Lets go get brunch to celebrate there is a nice place down the street"

"Okay!"

A few weeks later it was the week before Christmas and you were going to visit your family at your grandparents cabin in Vermont but you had told them you were bringing your boyfriend. Problem was you didnt have one and that's how you ended up on Joe's front door step scared shitless and wanting to leave but as you were about to leave Joe opened the door.

"Y/N is what are you doing here? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" He asked pulling you inside.

"Yeah everything's good nothings wrong. you were leaving I should go" you said turning but Joe grabbed your hand.

"No whats going on? My date can wait family is first"

"Date? Joe go its fine it doesn't matter"

"Yes it does Y/N whats up?" He said pushing you to the couch and sitting down next to you.

"Well umm okay so I'm in big trouble with my family" you started "I told my family that I have a boyfriend and that I would bring him for Christmas but you see I dont have one and now I'm going to show up pregnant which they know but I told them that I was still with his father but obviously I'm not cuase he's a dick and is a no-show to anything" you said fast needing to take a breathe.

"I dont understand why you're here though" he told you

"I was going to ask if you wanted to come to my familys cabin and pretend to be my boyfriend but now I feel like an idiot so I should just go" you started to get up but Joe pulled you back down and into his lap.

"Joe I'm going to break you"

"No you won't" he said "I'll do it"

"You dont have to if you dont want to" you said

"I want to plus it would be fun a free cabin trip"

"Joe are you sure?"

"Yes I am Y/N"

"But dont you want to be with your family I'm sure you do Joe"

"To be honest I was actually going to Rami's house so this is an upgrade" he said with a chuckle.

"Okay then 'boyfriend' what are your limits?"

"What do you mean?"

"What can we do and not do, to convince my family we are a copule?"

He told you all the stuff he was willing to do such as holding hands, hugging and even a kiss on the cheek. You agreed and set your boundaries.

Four days later Joe and you took the journey all the way to Stowe, Vermont to your grandparents cabin. He drove but it took awhile cuase you had to pee a lot but it was still fun. You took pictures in every town you came upon and had lunch in a little town outside of Stowe. When you got to the cabin, your parents were already there including the rest of your family.

"Joe they will ask you a bunch of questions and I'm very sorry about that"

"Its okay, hey its okay are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes"

"Okay then lets go 'girlfriend'!" And he hopped out of the car and went to open your door. You walked up saying you would get the bags later. When you got to the door your aunt opend it and grabbed you into a big hug saying you has gotten so big since she saw her last and was kissing your face and hair. Joe was trying not to laugh. She saw Joe and brought him into the hug and said welcome to the family.

"Kathy let those children inside they are freezing!" Your mom said.

Aunt Kathy moved and let Joe and you inside. Your mom and dad knew joe and what he was doing so he was happy to have familiar faces around.

"Joe! Y/N! You made it!" Your dad said.

"Yes we did sir" Joe said

"Hopefully she wasn't to much for you!" Your mom said

"Of course not! He on the other had was a bugger!" He said pointing to your belly and laughing. You held on to his hand the whole time.

"What was my grandson doing that could be so annoying?" You mom joked "have you felt him move yet?"

"No not yet but the doc said this week we should feel him move" you said

"Well come on in you must be tired and hungry"

The rest of the day was spent talking and having many family members asking Joe his whole life story and also touching your bump and waiting to feel any movement, but your boy was stubborn and wouldn't budge.

Joe and your dad brought in the bags and took it to your room. You were in the kitchen with your mom when she asked a question.

"Do you like Joe?"

"As a friend yes" you said low incase anyone was listening

"No as boyfriend materiel silly!"

"I dont know mom, he is my best friend in a way. I feel more connected to him more then i do with others. I like him yes but I'm afraid he wont like me back mom."

"Baby he likes you too I can tell by the way he looks at you and trust me I know that look because your father gives that look to food and you know he loves his food"

"Mom!" You said laughing

"What he does!"

Later that night, after your shower you walked into the bedroom and saw Joe on the bed looking at the t.v. looking for a channel. You decided to climb in next to him and try to fall asleep but it was hard cuase it was cild in the room no matter how many blankets you had on you.

"Are you alright?" Joe asked "You're shaking the bed"

"I'm cold" you said sounding hopeless and that broke Joes heart.

"Well we could uhh...if you want to...cuddle to keep you from dying of frost bite?" He finally manged to get out

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

And before he knew it you were next to him still shivering but next to him. Your swollen belly touching his stomach and your arms pulled close to you while his arms managed to find their way around you. But he started to get annoyed cause you kept poking his stomach.

"Stop poking me"

"I'm not the baby is poking you...wait you can feel that too!" You said looking up at him

"Wait that's the baby!?" He said looking down at you. His hand then found its way onto your belly trying to feel him kick again. You then guided his hand to the right place and he said 'wow' under his breath and you smiled and put your head on his cjest and kept moving his hand wherever the baby was kicking.

"I like you too you know" he said out loud. Your heart went a million times fast becuase he heared your conversation with your mom, but then it sank cuase he probably was doing it only becuase you were a single mom.

"Joe-"

"No listen I like you in fact I love you becuase you are so strong and are raising this little guy all by yourself and the moment you walked into that trailor a few months ago I was certain you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. When you took that sweater off and I saw this guy for the first time I got sad cuase I thought you were taken but when that dickwad of a ex boyfriend called you saying all those horrible things about you at Gwils birthday party I was enraged becuase how could anybody say that to you or anybody-"

He was stop by you becuase your lips were crashing against each other. He sat up more and sitting you into his lap. You leaned back from the kiss smiling.

"Joe I love you and I have since that first day" you gave him another long and passionate kiss. "You have changed my world in so many ways-" you felt a few tears run down your fave. Joe brushed his thumb over your cheek to wipe them away."-I love you so much"

"I love you to Y/N more then the world combined" he said leaning into another kiss but just then your son felt jealous and kicked you extremely hard Joe felt it and winced a little.

"Ow!" You said putting your forehead on Joe's chest and he started rubbing his hands up and down your back.

"Are you okay love?"

"Yeah just hurt a little he must feel left out I guess" you explained

Joe leaned down aa bit just above your belly and started talking to it.

"Hey little man I know you can hear me so listen up! I like your mom a lot and I was trying to kiss her before you made yourself known which is great becuase your moving but before I kiss your mom I want your permission first okay? Can I kiss your mommy?" He asked and you bursted into a fit of laughter.

"Joe!"

"What?" He asked smugly

"He is kicking like crazy now thanks a lot" you said moving off of him and looking at the clock noticing it was 10:30 at night.

"Well I should take that as a yes" he said before moving back down to cuddle you again.

"Okay mister we should go to bed tomorrow is Christmas eve and I'm tired" you said moving your head on his chest and he wrapped you back into hos embrace.

"Damn it" you whisperd

"What?"

"I have to pee."

The next morning as you got dressed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders and you leand back and looked up at your lover.

"Hi" you beamed up at him.

"Hi" he said before placing a kiss at your lips.

"Are we the real thing now?"

"I guess" he said before spinning you around to hug you.

"Well, boyfriend I'm happy becuase after last night I wanted to eat some sour patch kids and well since you get the honor of being with me this means you get to go to the store and get sour patch kids for me" you squealed patting his chest before looking for your bra and shirt for the day.

"Wait thats no fair I want some too!" He said looking at you looking through the drawrs trying to figure out were you placed your bras.

"Middle one honey" he told you

"How do you know that?"

"I watched you unpack yesterday and then you told me to remind you that you put them in there" he said after pulling his shirt over his head.

"Well I'm going to come to the store with you so i can get my candy as well"

You walked down stairs hand in hand and saw your mom cooking breakfast you then wanted to instantly help but she asked for Joe and told you to find your father. You gave Joe a look but he waved you off and you wandered around looking for your dad.

"Joe I heard you and Y/N talking last night and I couldn't be happier but I want you to know if you hurt my baby and grandbaby in anyway no one will find your body" she told him "understand?"

"Yes Ma'am" he said "I love both of them alot in fact with all my heart and soul. She has changed me and that baby boy has changed me as well. I love them to the moon and back and I could never hurt them."

"Good because they are my world Joe and you are now because you're in our family now! Now help me with this food or your girlfriend will be angry and she is a mean angry hungry person like a very mean one!" She told him pulling him into a hug. She noticed that you and your dad were listening the whole time.

"Ease-droppers!" She exclaimed letting go of Joe who turned around to see you and your dad standing there smiling.

"Mom stop threatening my love" you said going up to give Joe a hug and grab some bacon.

"I will as soon as you stop stealing the food!" She said playfully slapping your hand and you retreated it with two pieces of the bacon and handding one to Joe before walking out to the living room. Your sister was there talking to her husband and watching their three kids play. You had two nephews and a niece. The twins, Gabe and Quinn, we're 6 and Katy was 4. They adored you and when they saw you they all fought about who was going to sit next to you and on your lap.

"Hey kiddos I love you and all but nobody is sitting on my lap" you told them.

"But auntie why!?" Katy asked.

"Well your baby cousin is making it hard for anyone to sit on my lap even doggies can't sit on my lap anymore!" The three gasped.

Then Quinn got down close to your stomach and started talking.

"Hi baby cousin it's your biggest cousin Qinn I want to ask you a favor! Can you move back so I can sit on auntie's lap because I want to and I haven't in a long time love you baby cousin!" Every one in the room chuckled and you sister asked you and Joe a question about the baby.

"Have you guys got a name for him yet? because I have a few!" You looked at Joe who shrugged.

"No we haven't actually but I have thought of a few" you said looking back at her.

"Really? What are they?" Your brother-in-law asked.

"Umm well I liked the name Landon, I thought it was cute. I want a unique name cause I can tell he is going to be an interesting baby already. I also like the name Ashton" Joe watched you and listened with a passion.

"What about you Joe? Do you have any names" your sister asked Joe didn't want to admit but he thought of names for his own children in the future so he just said those ones.

"I like the name Sutton. It's a gender neutral name I've always liked." Your heart melted that was the name but you would tell that Joe later.

"Those are nice names!" Gabe said.

"Yes auntie they are but the name Katy is the best!" Katy said

"Of course it is Katy girl!" You smiled "how about we go play in the snow! So we can pass time while we wait for Grandma to finish breakfast!" You suggested

"Yay!!" Everyone said

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After your Christmas Eve feast also known as Chinese food, your whole family say in the living room. You were on the couch and Joe was at you legs while Katy sat on your lap. She somehow fit and because you just ate you knew that the baby would start kicking soon and he did Katy looked up at you in awe and squealed. Everyone looked at you both.

"Auntie's baby is kicking me!" She said joyfully

Everyone rushed over and felt him kick and then they sat down.

"Is it wierd?" Gabe asked

"A little but I'm used to it now"

"Alright kids time for bed because santa is coming tonight!" Your sister said

"Can auntie put us to bed?" The three said all at once rubbing their eyes.

"If she wants to" she looked at you

"Of course I will I am happy too but after you guys are out I'm going to bed because I want to know what santa brought me!" You said heading up stairs behind the three.

Once in their room you tucked the twins in their big bed and gave them a kiss on the heads before going over to Katy's bed and tucking her in.

"Can you sing us a song please?" Quinn said very sleepy sounding.

"Okay loves what song Gabe?"

"I don't" he yawnd "know"

"Well how about moon river? I sang that to all three of you when you were baby's"

"Okay" they said

"Moon river wider than a mile

Crossin' in style someday

My dream maker

Heartbreaker

Wherever you're going I'm going the same

Two drifters off to see the world

It's such a crazy world you'll see (What I see, who I become)

What I see, who I become

We're all chasin' after our end

Chasin' after our ends

Life's just around the bend, my friend

Moon river and me"

You ended the song and kissed all of their heads as they fell into a deep slumber dreaming of tomorrow. The baby was going crazy the whole time and as you walked into your room you saw Joe on the bed with a big smile on his face.

"What? Do I have something on my shirt?"

"No"

"Then why are you smiling like an idiot right now?" He laughed and motioned you to sit on the bed and you did.

"I like your voice"

"You heard that!?"

"Oh yeah and it was beautiful and sexy"

"Joe!"

"It was and it adds another reason to love you even more"

"Thank you for that compliment and I guess your not the only one who thinks so because he was going crazy the whole time!" You kissed Joe and he hummed.

"Sutton is a nice name Joe I like it"

"You do?"

"Yes I do it's a beautiful name"

"I wasn't going to mention it to you but I'm glad you like it." He kissed your head as it laid against his shoulder "Do you want it?"

"What no that's your name babe I could never take it"

"I want you to have it" he thought for a second "well him have it" he rubbed his hand over your belly.

"Are you sure because we can name him something else"

"We?"

"Well yeah because we are together I'm sorry it's to soon I shouldn't have said anything"

"No no no I like it the sound of we and that you trust me with this"

"Joey I love you stop being perfect but don't stop please" you said getting up to change into more comfortable sleep clothes which ended being Joe's shirt and some flannel pants.

"Don't stop being sexy please?" He said while you cuddled into him.

"Okay I won't as long as you're enjoying the veiw I won't!"

******* part 2 coming soon

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metaforth · 6 years

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Red Alert: The Golden Cut (Part 1, 2, and 3!)

The year is 2287. Aiyana wakes up in her bed, wearing a velvet lace bra and matching panties. Her red smooth hair flowung the center of her back with icy white frosted tips, silver highlights in her hair to match her silver eyes. She walks to her dresser and pulls out a black nylon tank top and puts it on, then slips on a pair of frodg white jeans. She puts on silver lipstick then gets on her laptop, going to her at home jobs website and logging on.

She runs a false prostitution network designed to catch anyone planning to commit acts of lust. Long ago any sexual activity between a man and woman was outlawed because of the still on going over-population crisis. Now if you wanna have sex with a membership of the opposite sex you need a license. Most of the people she catches don't have one but if they do she let's them go. The day goes by slowly, not one catch after 6 hours. This is common, Aiya still gets payed whether she does something or not so she doesn't care much.

She walks downstairs to see her wife has arrived home. Shes a truly beautiful woman. Short blue hair that flows smoothly to her shoulders that fades to blue towards the bottom. A navy blue blouse with black dress pants and a grey tie, sapphire blue eyes and a small mole just slightly below her left eye. Her name is Serena but Aiya just calls her Sere. She's a lawmaker of the new world order.

Aiya walks up to her with a warm smiles and states in a soft gentle tone, "Hi honey, how'd the meeting go?". Her wife looks her in the eyes, her pale blue eyes giving a look more serious than ever as she speaks in a stern tone saying, "I couldn't do anything about it... I tried and tried again to tell them it was a bad idea but those damn hot heads didn't listen!" Aiya is now concerned, the expression of confusion and danger on her face making it clear, "what? What did they do?". Sere looks at her and says, "They ordered 15 cities populations to be irradicated in 10 days with nuclear strikes..."

With wide eyes Aiyana looked at Serena in shock. She could hardly believe what she had just heard. With a frightened, trembling voice she says, "N-no...they can't... they'd kill millions!" Sere looks at her with guilt flooding her expression saying, "This city will be the first to go....We need to leave, lockdown starts in 3 days, then the bomb comes..." Aiya sits down not knowing what to say or do. She was born and raised on this city, and in not even weak it will be wiped away. 78,570,671 people live in this overcrowded city. All of them will die Aiya looks at Sere and says, "We have to get Max."

-Across the city-

"No..... No I won't draw it for free..... Because I gotta make money that's why..... I'm not changing my mind..... Well ya know what you can do with your opinion? Cram it up your ass and pay for the art you want!"

He hangs up. He's an online artist who was just on the phone with someone who clearly doesn't understand how life works. Max clearly stated the process of commissions and they demanded they get one for free because they're dog died a week ago and they were greiving. He puts his phone down and goes to work on something someone actually paid for.

The light of his art tablet shinning on his pale skin, emerald green eyes, and jet black hair. He's wearing a grey t-shirt and blue jeans. He's been drawing since he was a little kid, he's always loved it. A few months back he quit his job to persue his passion full-time, using commission and donations to support himself.

As he waits for his fiance to get him he works on the commission of one of his characters proposing to another. Reminding him of how he proposed to his girlfriend, bringing a smile to his face of her shocked expression and excited scream of the word "Yes". All seems to be right in his life. He has no idea of what's about to happen. Or just how much his world is about to flip over.

While lost in the memory of the proposal soft lightly tanned hands grab his shoulders as a girl with ginger hair and soft brown eyes kisses his forehead sweetly, she then pulls away giggling softly and says in a sweet voice that just warms his ears, "Hey sweetie, how was your day?"

He looks into the eyes of his fiance and he can't help but smiles a side bright smile as he says, "No day is a bad day when I get to see you Jasper". She rolls her eyes and smiles before saying to him, "Your so corny" only for him to respond, "Not as corny as you are cute". She blushes softly then hugs him prompting him to return said hug. He could sit here like this all day. But of course he needs food and water and many other things that keep him from never moving.

He pulls away and stands up saying, "I've been working on commissions all day, had to deal with someone who doesn't seem to get that piks other human beings, I need money to get things." She giggles slightly then says her response sarcastically, "Well why not waste time working for random strangers you don't know?" She then stands, immediately stepping on a bottle max had drank from and tossed away early and landing on him and toppling over on to the baige queen size bed with silken velvet pillows and sheets prompting max to say, "You feeling dizzy or feeling frisky." She blushes looking away and slapping him softly, "I swear you'll make me explode one day if you make me blush to much." He chuckles softly

Aiyana and Sere are in a black car called a stallion. It loosely resembles a lambrogini but with glowing orbs making it hover instead of wheels. They're zooming down the crowded city in the dead if night hoping to get to Max and Jas fast. In a hurried and stern tone Sere says, "We have 3 days until they come down. Let's hope we don't get into a god damn block out again!" Block outs. Traffic on steroids. Imagind New York traffic. But if New York had 78,000,000 people in it.

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incorrectunrulyprincesses · 3 years

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Underland’s Unruly Princesses: March of the Witch Hunters (aka the crossover) chapter 4

Rosalind II

It was no secret that Ember hated my father, Ilosovic Stayne the Knave of Hearts. She said he was an ignorant one eyed gorilla who cheated on mother several times with various ladies of the court when she carried me inside her and that's why he lost his eye. I knew better than to ask either of my parents if there was any truth to this. When I was nine, she also claimed that he attempted to spoon her in her bedchamber. I don't know if this is officially true or not, but after that claim, mother made both of us sleep in her bed for about a year, and I didn't see my father at all during that time because he was put on ice in the dungeon.

But once I realized I wasn't going to get anywhere with Auntie Mary and Auntie Sarah, apart from my birthday gifts that is, I knew I had to ask him for help. I got all the attention I wanted from Mother, Ember, my aunties, and mother's old friend and our cook, Mrs. Nellie Lovett, but my father was distant. He was probably busy carrying out Mother's orders. Still, the only time he spent with me was with everyone else, or when he tried to teach me how to spar which mother quickly stopped him from.

"Princesses don't fight with steel." Mummy insisted when she caught me fencing with my father on her croquet lawn and promptly dragged me off by one arm. In hindsight, I think Daddy wanted me to be a boy.

The Resistance made a big deal out of the fact that Mother executed her husband, took several lovers over the course of her reign, and had no "legitimate" children. Ember and I were often referred to as "Royal Bastards." Mummy countered this slander by saying that Ember's father was the resistance leader, Tarrant Hightopp, the Hatter, and that the only reason she killed her husband was that he tried to kill Ember when she was a toddler and pushed him off her balcony. Not only that, but she was also pregnant with me at the time and couldn't keep him around long enough for him to find out that she had another child who wasn't his. Besides, he was a cheating asshole just like my father. Worse than my father in fact because he'd been screwing her own sister!

I wish I looked more like my mother. She and Ember had the same red hair, only Ember's hair was more ginger than red. I had only my mother's porcelain skin, dainty features, long eyelashes, and aching feet, and my father's bright sky blue eyes, but unlike either of them, I was born with an abundance of long, thick, wavy honey-colored tresses falling almost to my knees which was strange at first, but then it was revealed that my maternal grandmother, Queen Elsemere was a blonde, so I guess it wasn't that odd. Like my sister, I had a curvaceous, voluptuous body and had always been rather busty for my age.

As we walked to Daddy's chamber, I thought about my interaction with Auntie Sarah and Auntie Mary. They were quick to praise my singing of Nellie's songs and rewarded me with my birthday presents. Auntie Mary gave me a beautiful cake, six layers high decorated with red buttercream roses with golden leaves. Two layers were chocolate fudge cake filled with cheesecake, two were chocolate chip cookie dough cake filled with cheesecake, and two were red velvet cake filled with cheesecake. The whole thing was frosted in fudge and cream cheese frosting. She told me I was getting too skinny and insisted I eat the whole thing myself before I started singing. Auntie Sarah gave me some a beautiful choker, black velvet ribbon with a golden rose briar pattern embroidered into it, three new gowns, and a red bow made from the same fabric of my mother's favorite gown with a miniature version of mother's scepter as the clasp. I thanked them and asked them where Auntie Winnie was.

"In your mother's study," was Auntie Sarah's reply,

"In the garden," said Auntie Mary at the same time. Then they looked at each other oddly.

"In your mother's study," said Auntie Mary.

"In the garden," said Auntie Sarah.

I knew now that she was neither in the garden or Mummy's study and grew suspicious. Ember's story confirmed these suspicions and I knew we had to send my father out to find the Witch Hunters in our world and arrest them immediately. We would put a bounty on their heads and snuff them out. If not, I could use my baby Jabberwockies that mother gave me when I turned fourteen, Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion, on them. They were my babies. Drogon was now large enough to ride, but the others could set things on fire and probably burn people alive.

I rapped sharply on door to my father's room with Ember close behind.

"Exactly why are you dragging me to visit your father?" Ember asked me.

"Because he listens to you and not me." I said blankly, stating the obvious and trying to school the twinge of envy from my voice.

"You're his daughter, though," Ember torted. "Not me. Besides, he abandoned you."

"I think you scare him." I smirked. "Why does Mummy even keep him around anyway?"

Ember chuckled lowly. "I haven't a clue, sis. Sometimes I swear Mum forgets why she does things."

"Well either way you get through to him better than I do that's why you're coming with me." I banged on the door again. "DADDY! GET YOUR STUPID FUCKING DEADBEAT ARSE OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!" I yelled.

"Or I'll tell Mummy you sometimes like to wank to pictures of Aunt Mirana!" Ember chimed in an annoying tone. I giggled like a little girl.

Ember laughed as my Father whipped the door open. She had Aunt Winnie's book in the crook of her arm. She had not stopped carrying it around since Mum gave it to her.

"The fuck do you brats want?" he demanded. I stared him down.

"Well, well, well, Stayne, I'd expected you to be thrilled by our appearance," Ember cooed in a sarcastic tone. "I guess I was totally wrong with that assumption." Without even asking, Ember just shoved her way into his room. Giggling, I followed her.

My father's single good eyes followed Ember as she went to the middle of the room and sat in a chair by the hearth. "It's an emergency." I insisted.

Oddly enough, my father sighed, then he crossed the room and sat across from Ember and I. "Considering that I have nothing better to attend to, I guess I will listen to your little pitiful sob story."

"It's the witch hunters. We have reason to believe there are some in our world that will stage an uprising and kill us all. We need you to find them."

My father's face twisted into a disgusted expression. "Witch hunters, you say?" He drew a small knife from his belt and began to wave it around. "What's in it for me?" he demanded of us.

Ember's cheeks began to flush red, and I could tell that Mum's temper was about to take over. "What's in it for you? You ignorant buffoon! If these Witch Hunters are even allowed to execute a single witch, they will begin to destroy the rest of us! Can't you see that we are peculiar compared to those from Above? We are nothing but alien to them. If they infiltrate the different worlds, we are all doomed. Underland and Above will be wiped clean. That includes everyone and everything!"

Ember had the ability to talk very, very fast when she was pissed off, much like Mum. I had always thought that she could easily out-talk anyone when she was about to rage. "If you don't do this for me, your own flesh and blood, do this for yourself!" I snapped.

Ember sprang from her chair. "DO IT FOR YOUR QUEEN!" She hissed stridently. It frightened me a little how angry she was getting. "Do it for the sake of having a woman to stick your dinky little prick into!" I clapped a gloved hand over my mouth in an attempt to stop the laughter that threatened to burst out.

I don't know whether it was the idea of not being able to lay again, or Ember's temper, but my father's jaw dropped. "Yes, your highness. Right away." He stumbled to his feet. He came over to me, dropped a peck on my cheek, dropped a heavy coin purse into my lap.

In one swift motion, he swiped his sword from the rack on the wall, and he began to jog from the room.

I wiped it off, quickly, but shoved the money into my cleavage. I wasn't used to his fake affection, but the money was nice and very much appreciated. Ever since his latest betrayal, Mum demanded he pay child support for my upkeep. About two million pounds sterling a month to be exact.

Ember sniggered next to me. She wrapped her fingers around Aunt Winnie's book and she giggled. "Well, Sis, looks like we got that taken care of."

"We make an excellent team. Remind me never to piss you off like that. Ever."I joked.

"Not to worry, Ros, dear. You shall never know the extent of my true temper." Holding the book to her chest, she rose from her chair. "Now, then, I suggest we go and find Mum."

"She'll be happy to know your favorite person paid his child support on time. How long do you think he'll last out there?" I wondered, walking out with my sister.

She shrugged. "Who knows? Hopefully long enough for us to find Aunt Winifred before the Witch Hunters take her down."

"While we're on the subject, there's something you should know." I confessed. "I've been having these weird nightmares about a black cat loitering around a condemned building in the Above. Do you think it has anything to do with Auntie Winnie?"

Ember stopped dead in her tracks. "That's funny, Ros. I, too, have seen the apparition of a feline, black as coal. I didn't think anything of it at all. You know what this means?" I shook my head.

"We must question Mum," she said flatly. "Even if you leave the talking to me. I think she knows more that she lets onto."

"I'll go with you...for moral support. But I don't want Mum to be mad at me." I said.

"It's decided then. I will do the talking." And with that, she trudged down the corridor. I followed.

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