#happy birthday bbrandy2002

[ao719]

Hello lovely 🥰 I would love to know your favourite memory of writing a fic. Which one is it, and where/when did you write it? ❤️❤️

Ruby!! ❤️❤️ (@burnsoslow and I were just talking about how excited and happy we are to see you back here 😍😍)

My favorite memory from writing a fic … this was a hard one to think about 😂 But I’m going to cheat a little and go with most of my fics I’ve done involving Charlotte from my Full Disclosure series.

When I’ve collabed with @cocomaxley writing Charlotte for birthday fics or holiday fics, it’s resulted in a lot of laughing between us while we wrote them, which is my favorite thing to do, lol. And some of Charlotte’s stories have resulted in some pretty hilarious voice clip reactions (@burnsoslow and @bbrandy2002). So for me, Charlotte often reminds me of those moments, and they make me smile 🥲 lol

Thank you so much for the ask ❤️

#asks

[bbrandy2002]

I posted 117 times in 2022

10 posts created (9%)

107 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ao719

@burnsoslow

@charlotteg234

@kingliam2019

@dcbbw

I tagged 23 of my posts in 2022

#queued - 9 posts

#the royal romance - 5 posts

#king liam - 5 posts

#liam x mc - 5 posts

#trr - 5 posts

#liam x riley - 5 posts

#bbrandy2002 - 3 posts

#fools rush in - 3 posts

#long post - 2 posts

#choices - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 35 characters

#who says we dont work in the summer

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#5

Happy Sunday @charlotteg234

🥵 Enjoy!

13 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#4

An Apology

Several months ago I accused someone of sending me a hate anon. I've thought about that ordeal from time to time, but even more so recently.

Being in a place in my life where Im not so stressed out anymore or disillusioned by every little thing, Im able to make rational thoughts and think things through a little clearer. Looking back at old messages with someone else, I have a pretty solid feeling I know who actually did send them and thankfully they're not around here any longer.

With that said, when Im wrong, I say Im wrong. And in that instance ... I was wrong. Even if I never said her name publicly, I would like to apologize to @queenrileyrose for my accusations and the hurt you experienced following that. I've already done so privately and the nature of that conversation will remain so.

I can't undo what happened, I can only try to make it right.

Here's to 2022 being about positivity and kindness. Again, my humblest apologies to QRR.

13 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#3

Happy Birthday to ...me lol

I have to take a moment here to show off these two amazing commissions my bestie @burnsoslow and my great friend @ao719 had done for my birthday.

The first piece by Burns is from her ORDIV Ch 33 when Liam proposed to Riley in the gazebo at Valtoria where the had their first day 🥺🥺🥺

The second one is from Anitah, who used a scene from the fic Burns wrote for my birthday last year Heaven, Hell or Houston when Liam and Riley had met at the bar and when on this whirlwind date, kissing at every stop light 😍

Two of my favorite scenes captured so perfectly and it makes my heart swell so big.

Thank you both so much for these precious works that I will cherish and most likely stare at everyday for weeks to come. I love you both with all my heart and thank you for making another year of getting older a lot more bearable and for your friendship that I value so hard!

59 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#2

Fools Rush In

Chapter 21

Book: TRR

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Series Premise: With two weeks before he is set to marry Madeleine, the guys throw Liam an impromptu bachelor party that results in him (and Drake) leaving Vegas with more than he bargained for.

Word count: 3900 -ish

Warning: Language

Soooo ... hey lol It's been a hot minute since I've written or posted anything (or just been around in general). Anyway, I came back to several messages asking about this chapter. I actually had 90% of it written back in October and just thought it was pure shit and gave up on it ... actually, I gave up on writing altogether. Having some time this week, I opened up the doc, rewrote some things, deleted out some stuff and finally managed to finish it. It's still not even close to what I wanted it to be, as it's the end of this arc, but I've decided to just have fun writing again. If there's anything Ive learned during my time away it's that none of us will ever write the perfect story, or use the perfect words, or have the most compelling characters and it's okay; I think I finally have accepted that. Just have fun doing it!

This concludes my TedTalk

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“Doctor ... Wolfschitz?” a bewildered Alyssa questioned.

“That’s no damn doctor!” Drake bore his eyes into the former prince, who was already howling with laughter, dodging a pillow that whirled in his direction from Drake. “What the actual fuck is your problem, Leo?”

Leo clutched his side, trying to catch his breath. “The look on your face, man … I can't. I really had you going there for a minute didn’t I, Walker? Afraid you were about to lose that new pee-pee, huh?” He continued to laugh riotously at Drake’s expense before his gaze hastily shifted its attention toward Alyssa. “Why’d you blow my cover, thong girl?”

“Thong girl? Alyssa muttered, absentmindedly crossing her legs while attempting to hide the fact her face was quickly glowing bright pink. How’d he know I was wearing one?

“Why are you here, Leo?” Drake repeated as Leo casually strolled up to his bed and scooped up a chocolate pudding cup from Drake’s food tray. “And how in the sam hell did you even know I was in the hospital?

“Came with Liam,” he replied nonchalantly as he plopped his ass down on the end of the bed and peeled off the top of his pudding cup, licking the plastic wrap clean. “He’s down the hall with Riley right now. Seems my little brother is a prized stud after all … got that Rys sperm in him, ya know? Knocked her up real good yo. Hafta say … I’m impressed.”

“Knocked her up?” Alyssa gasped before stepping closer to him. “Hold up; Riley’s pregnant?”

Leo nodded and shoveled a giant heap of pudding into his mouth. “Yeah. I’m going to be an uncle again --” he eyed Drake’s plate contemplatively, “ -- You gonna eat the rest of that meatloaf, man?” Drake scowled and pushed his tray toward the hungry Prince.

Alyssa quickly put all the clues together. “So that’s why Riley was so sick earlier? She didn’t have a concussion, --” she smiled endearingly, “ -- she just had morning sickness. ... Well, is she okay? Is the baby okay? The fall didn’t hurt them, did it?”

Leo, concentrating on finishing the rest of that meatloaf, languidly shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Well, did they at least give her something safe for her back pain yet?” Alyssa probed further.

Leo shoved another large bite of meatloaf and again answered. “I dunno.”

“Oh my God! Do you know anything?” A frustrated Alyssa finally asked.

With a mouthful of food, Leo tilted his head back in deep thought and replied the best he could, “I know this meatloaf is fucking BOMB, dude. Not too shabby for hospital grub.” He swallowed heartily. “The pudding on the other hand … absolute shit.” He tapped the edge of the plastic container with his plastic spoon as he spoke to it, “Snack-Pak, you disappoint me.”

Desperate for an answer, Alyssa reached out and grasped Leo’s shirt, jerking him closer. “Fuck the snack-pak, Wolfshitz; what about Riley?”

“Riley? Oh, she never disappoints me …” Leo sideways glanced with a frown. “Liam on the other hand ...”

Stunned by this strange man’s erratic and seemingly unhinged behavior, Alyssa shot a wide-eyed glare at Drake, who just shook his head slowly. “Don’t try to make sense of him, Alyssa. Just don’t. You’ll never be able to figure him out.”

Needing to be reassured, Alyssa pulled a cell phone from her back pocket and started furiously shooting off a text to Riley. While her back was turned to the men, Drake couldn’t help but notice the way her ass hugged perfectly in those skinny jeans and soon realized his new body part had showed up in tandem with his sudden arousal. With Leo’s interest remaining focused on the damn meatloaf for the time being, Drake eased a hand under the white sheet covering him and felt around the area below his waist; his breath hitched with relief at the rock-solid bulge that had erupted. Feeling a little giddy that everything was working as it should, the euphoria soon subsided when he caught a glimpse of Leo’s saucy gaze on Alyssa.

Overcome with a strong sense of jealousy over the girl he’d just caught sneaking a peek at his naked self less than five minutes ago, Drake quietly urged through gritted teeth, “Stop looking at her like that, Leo! She’s not some conquest you can just sack for your sick playboy pleasures.”

“Says the guy who caught panty crickets from a $2 hooker and needed a dick transplant.” Leo retorted with a smirk. “Besides, father always said, ‘I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it.” He wagged his tongue in lust. “And I see that.” He motioned to Alyssa’s backside.

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73 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

First Comes Love

Chapter One

Book: The Royal Romance -Complete AU

Pairing:Liam x Riley/Liam x Madeleine (I promise Maddie’s nice here)

A/N: This will most likely be a mini-series; no more than 5 or 6 chapters.This is loosely based on a movie you might recognize but I’ve tried to make it my own. 

Series Premise: It's destiny when two people from different worlds meet. Riley is an up-and-coming wedding planner who finds herself tasked with planning the biggest wedding of her career, only to find out the man she fell for after a brief encounter in NYC is the groom ... and a king.

Trigger Warnings: There is a mention of suicidal ideation, but it’s not part of the plot. Some minor language.

Thank you @burnsoslow for pre-reading. All grammar errors are my own.

It’s been so long since I’ve started a new fic, I don’t even know if I have a taglist that isn’t filled with people who have left or hate me now; I guess I’m starting all over again. If you want tagged, let me know.

New York City

Liam zoned out 2.1 seconds after stepping inside a trendy office on the upper floors of a high-rise building in downtown Manhattan. The pale pink shades of the walls, decorative cushions, window scarfing, and gloss on the lips of his future bride, screamed out bottles of Pepto to the new King -- if only he had some to help with the unease in the pit of stomach.

That morning, a meeting with a highly renowned woman was on the agenda, discussing and presenting potential options for his upcoming nuptials, just weeks away. Even under normal circumstances, a wedding wasn’t exactly something that excited Liam. Not that he was never thrilled for the couple and wished them all the happiness in the world, it just held little importance in his day-to-day life. Weddings served as yet another reminder of what he wanted -- and what he couldn't have. 

It was amusing to Liam how he could hold so much power, yet wielded none of it for himself.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

The owner of this particular firm, Jill Gordon, had built quite the reputation as the elite among modern event design, planning, and production companies, with a specialty in weddings. The clientele included a long list of celebrities, politicians, affluent Manhattan debutantes, and occasionally acquired foreign business. The latter is how Madeleine first heard of The Jill Gordon Company while attending the French Ambassador's ceremony several months ago as a representative for Cordonia. With the last stop of their engagement tour in New York City, the future queen was eager to add a visit to her appointment book before they returned home and began the laborious task of planning the biggest wedding in Cordonian history.

Although the palace had more than their fair share of staff with experience hosting monumental events, such as balls, state dinners, and various celebrations, there hadn’t been a royal wedding there in over 20 years. Madeleine thought someone with experience handling grand-scale weddings with a sophisticated flair, who could share their vision and expertise with the staff and take charge of the arrangements, would guarantee everything went off without a hitch. 

The King simply went along to get along.

Madeleine and Liam sat across from Jill at her glass-top desk, where a single, lone laptop sat catty-corner on top. While the owner enthused and embellished her business to an attentive Madeleine, Liam focused on the assemblage of black-and-white portraits meticulously placed in neat rows along the wall behind the woman’s desk. It was no doubt a deliberate focal point to showcase the clients her agency had done work for in the past. Maybe others who had previously sat in the same chair he sat in at that moment were charmed with the love and joy captured in each of those images; the twinge in Liam’s heart wasn’t buying into it. 

After a lengthy social season and with a lot of pressure from his father and the council, he’d chosen Madeleine to become his queen. At first, he couldn’t stand her -- Hell, maybe he never could. She was pretentious, overbearing, cunning, and frequently insensitive. But somewhere between his coronation and the beginning of the tour, she changed almost as if overnight. At that first stop in Fydelia, he noticed a more relaxed, more thoughtful, and just easier to be around Madeleine. It’s possible she’d finally gotten the coveted prize she had obsessed over long before being dumped after Leo abdicated and could put aside some of that anxiety that brought out the worst in her. But to Liam, it seemed to be a little something more: either the Countess had come to her senses about her standoffish behavior, or maybe it was this new business venture Hana and Rashad talked her into, causing a distraction for the Countess. 

Whatever it was, was a welcome change. Liam had grown to respect her, find some common ground, and put away some of that overwhelming dread about spending the rest of his life with her. And while it was no secret between the two that there wasn’t more than friendly affection, duty made no exceptions when it came to their obligation. 

For both of them, that's precisely what this was. Now it was time to make the best of it and move forward.

Jill sat forward in her swivel chair with a warm smile. Her hands splayed on the glass top as she spoke in a refined tone. “I have the perfect person in mind to handle such an important wedding, as yours… that is if you choose to go with us.” Jill quickly added, not wanting to scare them off with too much pressure, too soon. She knew adding a royal wedding to her list would attract mass attention in the press and social circles for her business, which meant huge profits.

“Really?” Madeleine crowed, glancing over at Liam, who promptly brandished an over-enthused smile before she turned her attention back to Jill. “Tell us more about her.”

“Elaine has over twenty-three years of experience and is the best in this business, and has served most of our biggest named clients. She recently planned the President’s granddaughter’s wedding.” Jill boasted.

“I heard of that one …” Madeleine swooned before adding, “glamorous, yet sophisticated and classy, which is exactly what we’re looking for. Would she have time to meet with us now?”

Jill frowned. “I apologize, but she’s actually booked for the day, preparing for another wedding this evening. A busy lady that one is. Let me see what her calendar looks like.” She moved the mouse beside her laptop around and clicked a few times, pausing momentarily to scan the screen. “She’s free in the morning if you’re able to return then.”

Liam, who had been studying the glass wall that separated Jill’s office from the reception area and wondering why in the hell anyone would want to be watched while they worked, finally contributed to the discussion for the first time since walking in. “We’re actually leaving first thing in the morning.”

“Not until 9:30,” Madeleine hastily clarified. She continued cheerfully, “Tonight marks the official end of our engagement tour, and we’re wrapping up with a celebration in Midtown. We fly out tomorrow.”

“That's wonderful!" Jill replied. "Perhaps the two of you can stop in before your flight in the morning and meet Elaine personally and see if we can work out an agreement. I don’t think you’ll regret it,” she trilled, able to conceal the shameless desperation behind her words like a true professional. 

Well schooled in body language and tone, Liam smirked to himself, able to hear it anyway.

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119 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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[21-wishes]

So I know it’s been a while since @choicesfandomappreciation day happened and I know I’ve been MIA for a few days and I might be late for this, but better late than never right? 🙈

I’ve been here for a few months now and still learning how to navigate Tumblr and trying to figure out how to fit in.

I had this account for a while but never used it till one day I’m not sure how exactly I decided to look for The Royal Romance posts. And I don’t know what I expected to find back then but suffice it to say that I was pleasantly surprised😂 I didn’t think there would be such amazing fandom and so much great content!

We all face bad and hard times and recent global events probably made it harder. I’ve struggles these few years and then in Jan 2020, I decided to take things in my own hands and started therapy. And while this might sound like it has nothing to do with fandom appreciation, I assure you, it does. The stories I read served as an escape, lessons and motivation, and also served as entertainment and gave me a laugh when I needed it the most. So thank you all for every smile you gave me. I have some people I want to personally thank for being so wonderful and welcoming when I thought - and rethought- about sending and contacting them 38472827473 times🤦🏻‍♀️ - overthinking really is a curse sometimes..

@queenrileyrose

You were the first person I messaged on Tumblr. You were so welcoming and sweet, and when I saw that you tagged me in your fandom appreciation post I understood how the Grinch felt when his heart expanded three times it’s size 😂♥️ you really made me feel welcome in a place I’m still trying to figure out where I fit in it. I read your Human Contact series and it put me at more ease when I was going to therapy for depression. So thank you for that. And for also helping me understand and believe that just because somethings don’t go as you originally planned doesn’t mean it’s the end. ♥️♥️♥️

@ao719

I find so much comfort in your stories - yes even with all the angst and frustrations😅. Thank you for Charlotte and Carl 🤣 I can’t tell you how much they made me laugh on some of my down days. And Breaking Point was another story that helped me on a personal level. Your stories are perfect and I absolutely love how you write Liam! I can’t thank you enough for the help and laughs your stories gave me ♥️♥️♥️

@burnsoslow

I’m still taking it slow on reading everything you wrote because I feel like my heart will break if I read too fast and run out of your words to read 😅. I can hardly wait for the next chapters of the stories I’m already reading! You were actually one of the first people to wish me a happy birthday and just the mere fact that you remembered means a lot to me and shows how sweet you really are ♥️♥️♥️

@dcbbw

You already know why you’re on this list, but I couldn’t let this chance go by without thanking you again for it all again. ♥️♥️♥️

I’m still getting around to discovering and finishing some stories written by these amazing writers so it was only right to include them and the people who support these amazing writers and reblog their stories in this appreciation post! @sincerelyella @kingliamandriley @alj4890 @katurrade @kat-tia801 @txemrn @ofpixelsandscribbles @bbrandy2002 @angelasscribbles @sfb123 @argylemnwrites @thegreentwin @kingliam2019 @janezillow

I’m sure there’s more I should have tagged, forgive me for the unintentional slight if I forgot. Thank you all for sharing your wonderful creative work with everyone here!

Thank you for everyone who made me feel welcome into this fandom I really, really appreciate it 💕💕💕

Hope everyone has a wonderful, beautiful day!

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[bebepac]

National Honor Society (Happy Birthday Brandy)

Original Post Date: 5/19/21 at 3:25PM EST

Happy Birthday @bbrandy2002​​  I hope you are having a wonderful birthday today.  I will be honest and say I had no clue it was your birthday until  late yesterday evening.  I hope you like this.  I met you when I was baby new to the fandom.  

I started reading your series My Love . To this day that is probably one of my favorite series I’ve read.  If you haven’t read it, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!!!

I had started reading it, then I had lost track of it.  I finally saw a reblog for it again, and so I messaged you.  You had told me then you were so grateful for my comments, as you had thought about scrapping that whole story.  I almost lost my mind, because I thought that story was amazing. And proceeded to with each chapter give an emotional play by play via your inbox while I was reading. Thank you for thinking I wasn’t insane for that. Ha ha ha ha!!!!  You are an amazing writer and friend.  I really appreciate your friendship.  

This is a complete one shot.  It technically does not fall into any series that I am currently writing right now or have written. 

The Book:  TRR

The Pairings: None

Word Count:  825

Warnings:  Profanity.  

Summary:  Liam, Drake, and Hana  have to do the National Honor Society’s daily birthday announcements.  

A/N:  This is actually something I used to have to do in high school being part of the honor society.  I ironically came up with this idea while I was watching this crazy show on netflix called Who Killed Sara.  I really hope you like this cute little dumpster fire.  If you don’t, then blame Netflix and my nerdy high school years.  Sorry wasn’t more of a Taylor.  You’ll see.  

A/N2: Update 5/21/21

Because the Birthday girl requests a followup and I have cultivated some ideas for this, I am going continue this little accidental AU I created here.  The mini series will be called School Dayz. 

It may even cross into Pop’s Place too.  I’m still figuring out some logistics in that, since I plan to still have Jaiden as an older brother to Riley and Taylor. 

Liam didn’t think of himself as a nerd.  His glasses, braces, and lack of style kind of said otherwise.  

“There’s nothing wrong with being intelligent  Liam.  The right person will find that to be your most attractive trait one day.  I promise.”  

His mother had always told him.  He never forgot her words.   His mother had always understood him.  

His dad….not at all.  After his mother passed away, Liam was left with his father and Leo.  At least Leo tried to understand him.

Liam’s older brother was a senior.  Everyone knew Leo. Liam’s freshman year of high school he was referred to as Leo’s brother.  

Leo wasn’t the brightest bulb on the tree, but he made decent grades, enough to stay on whatever sports team he tried out for.  That first season was football.  

Liam… was a klutz.  He was not sports team material.  Liam was on the debate team and in glee club.  He wasn’t in the popular crowd but had his small tribe of friends.  Hana and Drake were his best friends in the whole wide world.  

“Who did you get?”

“Nico KH.”  Hana responded, she had a light flush on her cheeks.  

“What about you?”

“Riley Brooks?  I’ve never heard of her? Him?” Liam looked at the paper confused.

“Her, she’s new.  She just moved here from New York. She’s in my AP Spanish class.”

“I got Taylor Brooks.  Guess that’s her brother? A little direction on this would be nice.”

The secretary ushered them up to the intercom.  

Hana began speaking, her voice as clear as a bell.

“The National Honor Society would like to wish the following people a happy birthday.”

She paused, for a moment to compose herself.

“Nico KH, have a happy birthday.”

“Riley Brooks, have a happy birthday.”  

“Taylor Brooks, have a happy birthday.”  

They all said in union.  “Please come to the office to pick up your present courtesy of the National Honor Society.”

Nico showed up to the office first.

Hana walked up to him with their candy bag assortment, and a card  to hand to him.  

“Have a happy birthday Nico.”

“Thanks Anna.”  Nico took the bag and the card and walked back out of the office.

“You’re welcome,”  Hana breathed softly.

“Anna?  When the hell did you change your name HANA?”  Drake burst out laughing.

“Drake Walker, language, and detention!”  

Liam laughed with Drake.

“I don’t even care. He was close.”  

“Hana close only counts with horseshoes and hand grenades.”  

Liam laughed so hard he snorted.  

“What’s so funny?”  

Liam turned around face to face with a girl  wearing glasses similar to his own.  

“Nothing, my friends are ridiculous..”

“Oh.”

There was an uncomfortable silence.

“I was called to the office. I’m Riley Brooks.”    

Liam straightened his glasses, picking up his gift and card, giving it to her.

Liam cleared his throat.  “Have a happy birthday Riley.” 

“Thanks.  You’re the first person to wish me a happy birthday by myself.  Usually….”

Another girl stormed into the office like a hurricane. “Where’s my gift at bitches?!?!?!?”

Standing next to  Riley you could see they were twins. However Riley was soft spoken and Taylor was a firecracker.  

“Who are you?”  

Drake felt a wave of boldness as he walked up to the girl.  “You must be Taylor Brooks. I personally wish you a happy birthday.”  

“Taylor Brooks?  Language, and Detention.”  

“On our birthday?!?”

Riley looked uncomfortable next to Taylor.  You could see the physically identical features of Riley and Taylor.  But that’s where the similarities ended.

Riley was clearly the soft spoken twin.  She was dressed what Liam thought was nice, in a pink button down shirt, and a not quite knee length black skirt.  Her curly hair pulled up in a ponytail.  

Her sister was dressed to easily fit into the popular crowd at school.  

But Liam focused his attention on Riley.  

“We typically get our birthdays tied together with each other.  Six minutes separates our birthday technically.”  Riley grumbled.

“Oh it makes sense.”  

“It does?”  Riley looked irritated.

“No I mean, if your birthday was on Christmas, I would get you two gifts.  Not just one. Because it would be two holidays.”  

Riley smiled.

“So my birthday is a holiday?”  she inquired.

A light pink hue crossed Liam’s face.  

“No I meant… I don’t know what I meant…”  

“Thank you….”

“Liam. My name is Liam.”  

“Thank you Liam.”

Taylor grabbed Riley’s hand.  “Let’s get back to class.”

Riley glanced back at Liam and smiled before her sister pulled her through the office door.  

“Could twins be any more different?”

“They are technically two different people.”  Liam was intrigued by Riley already.

“And I’ve got detention with the cute one this afternoon.”

Liam went by his locker after announcements to get his AP Biology book.  

He sat at the table in the front of class.  

Just as the bell rang she ran into the door. 

“You’re late.”  

“Sorry, I’m still trying to figure out my way around.”  

“Take a seat.”  

She glanced around the room seeing the only familiar face she knew, so  she walked over to him.

“Hi Liam.”

“Hi Riley.”  

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[katedrakeohd]

//WIP Wednesday//

It's finally happening, I'm actually writing again. I know it's shocking. 🤣 I've been in a real writing funk for the past few months and was without a reliable way to actually input stories. I was using my phone to compose things and hated it, but we've recently acquired a new chromebook at home. So yippee, I'm back! 😊👍

I don't know if I've posted a snippet from this particular chapter before, and if I have well I guess here it is again.

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Once Upon a Merry Birthday (Part 8)

[Masterlist]

☕ Let's talk about that over coffee. ☕

Drake and Kate are awakened again by a phone call.  Kate rolls over to silence it, while Drake rolls out of bed to get dressed. As he collects his discarded clothing and puts it on, Kate watches him. She has an uneasy feeling about the determined frown upon his face. 

“So you're still going to talk to Preston, despite what I said.”

Drake pulls his t-shirt over his head and then tugs it down to tuck it into his jeans. “Well, yeah. I need to make sure he keeps what happened last night as our dirty little secret. Plus I need to take a walk and stretch my legs anyway, maybe get a cup of coffee.”

Kate sits up in bed, tucking the blankets around her, and then looks down at the second missed call from Hana displayed on her phone screen. “If you can wait a few minutes, I could use a coffee too. We could get brunch?”

Drake picks up his phone and shoves it into his back pocket before walking around to her side of the bed, leaning in to give her a kiss goodbye on the cheek. “You need to call Hana back before she sends out a search party. She probably just wants to wish you a happy birthday anyway. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt Preston, just talk to him.”

“Ok, fine,” she sighs, and then she looks back up at him.  “Don't be gone too long, I’m going to order us some room service. I'm craving pancakes with syrup, bacon and all that good stuff.”

Drake puts on his shoes and then pulls a sweater over his t-shirt. Thinking about the bacon and eggs he was coming back to made him smile and his stomach growl, but he knew that the only way he'd be able to enjoy the rest of his day was to hash it out with Preston first.

“Ok, you have a deal. Give me at least a half hour before you call room service. Once you place our order, text me and I'll make my way back.” 

As he heads for the door, Drake smooths his hair down to tidy it, and then gives his stubbled jaw a quick scrub with his hands to determine how rough he looked. He then turns and asks Kate her opinion. “So what do you think? Am I presentable enough to go get coffee?”

Kate sizes him up, “I think you’ll pass. You’re not going to win any fashion awards, but you’re still handsome enough to get a second look from the hotel staff, and intimidating enough to scare Preston so promise me you’ll behave.”

Drake chuckles with a smirk “I’ll try not to cause any fist fights or invite anything pretty back to the room with me. Unless you want me to?”

Kate shakes her head and rolls her eyes, “I suppose you think you’re funny? Maybe I’ll welcome room service at the door naked.”

As he goes out the door he answers back, “At least put on a robe. If you want to eat brunch in your birthday suit, that’s fine. But wait til I get back.”

...to be continued.

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30 QS

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Name/Nickname: Kimberly/Kim

Gender: FEMALE

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 5″4

Birthday: May 4th

Lucky Number: 3

When did you create this blog?: 2 weeks ago, Tumblr forced my hand.

What do I post?: Choices, and anything else that makes me happy.

Last thing I googled: Dissolvable strips for kids cold medicine.

Do I get asks?: Nope, not really other than chain asks.

Why did I choose my URL?: Because, as sweet as I can be, I will read you. Literally, I love to read fics way more than write and figurative, if you back me into a corner i’m coming out swinging but not before this mouth... Ugh pray for me.

My current projects and wips: TRR,  TNA, OH, ROD, and The Freshman...

Favorite artist(s) (atm): I don’t get to listen to current music much, but I love H.E.R.

Favorite song of all time: A song for you by Donny Hathaway

Last movie: Superbad

Last show: Frasier

Favourite food: Seafood.

Food I hate: Beets and Chitterlings

Favourite colour: Green and Pink

Favourite animal: Fish

What I’m currently wearing: Night gown.

Dream job: Something that would require international travel.

Dream trip: London or Paris

Currently Reading: Fanfics here and Lure App. 

Currently thinking about: My little who is under the weather.

Fun Facts:

1. I’m stubborn.

2. I love cooking.

3. I love to travel

4. I love to read more than In love to write.

5. I’m tough and extremely sensitive.

Top three fictional universes:  TRR, TNA, and The world SEX in the City happens in (New York? LOL)

#30 questions #life as kim #shewillreadyou #kim reads #kim writes #judge ya mama #meet kim

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Payback ~~ Happy Birthday Burns!!!!!!!

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Casey Valentine

Series: The Bones

Series Note: Just a small housekeeping note... Working on this got me thinking about the chronology of this series and I came to the realization that Flirt and, by extension, this fic, fit in better before Surprise, so I have changed my masterlist to reflect that.

Summary: Casey figures out how Bryce can pay up on an unsettled IOU. A follow-up to Flirt.

Word Count: 5170 (helluva way to break 6 months of writer’s block LOL)

Warnings: Language (if this ever doesn’t appear here, send help because something is seriously wrong with me lmao)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry

A/N: Happy Happy Birthday @burnsoslow!!! This is 100% written for you and 100% because of you!!!! You requested fluffy Bryce and Casey and this is me hoping I have given that to you!! What?!?!? Not me struggling to write fluff without adding in that dash of angst I’m so fond of LMAO

I literally don’t know if there are words enough to express just how much I love and appreciate you, but this is me attempting to find them anyway 💜💜 From my very first crazy message all those months ago I know I should have come with a warning label... it fell off during transport so I am so very sorry about that LMAO, I have felt so unbelievably lucky that I have been able to get to know you. You are one of the most supportive people I have ever met. You are so kind and caring and genuine. You are also the coolest badass with an insanely awesome sense of humor. I love how we totally lose our minds over sports -- especially football lol -- together is it Sunday yet? this wait is fucking killing me and my nerves are already through the damned roof LMAO But what I love even more than that is the way we can talk about everything in between too -- all the ups and downs of everyday life. I truly treasure your friendship so so much and I hope your birthday is as amazing as you are!!! Love you!!!!!!!

A/N #2: Thank you soooooo much @bbrandy2002 for reading over this for me and calming my nerves over this!!!!

“Yo, B!”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Remember that IOU you still haven’t paid up on?”

The slight hesitation in Bryce’s voice gave him away even as he lied, “Uh…no? What are you talkin’ bout?”

Raising an eyebrow even though he was in his bedroom while she was in the living room, Casey prodded, “Sure ya do, love. It was after you hit on that poor, new surgical nurse and you somehow ended up making a date with her. I went with you and helped smooth the situation over because your whiny ass was terrified of having all of the surgical nurses pissed at you.”

He skulked into the living room and plopped down on the couch with her so that his head was laying in her lap. She knew the look he was giving her – hair flopped down just over his eyebrow while he was looking up through his lashes at her – was entirely deliberate as he muttered, “I thought maybe you’d decided that that whole fiasco was punishment enough.”

“Not even close, Bryce. I literally had to go explain to that poor girl that you were in a relationship with me while simultaneously making sure that she didn’t think you were a creep or a two-timing asshat. I deserve to get something outta that shit.”

“Ugh. Ok… fine. So…what kind of torture am I about to endure?”

Casey tried to shove Bryce’s head off of her lap, but he just wrapped his left arm around her back and laughed at her attempt. “You are impossible, you know this?”

“Yet you love me anyway.”

“Sometimes I really wonder why, though.”

He ran his hand lightly up under her shirt along her side, stopping when his thumb was able to brush the skin just below her bra. Just that simple touch was enough to have Casey’s breath catching and a self-satisfied smirk spread across his face. “Do you need a refresher course, Case?”

Summoning up all the inner strength she could find, Casey bit back the moan bubbling up the back of her throat and rolled her eyes exaggeratedly at him. “No, Bryce, I don’t. I know all about those magic hands” – another eye roll for emphasis – “of yours. Don’t think you are going to distract me into forgetting what this conversation is about.”

Bryce huffed out a sigh through the deep pout that had settled over his face and she had to bite the inside of her lip to keep a smile from breaking out over her own. She waited a few beats until he finally dropped his hand back down so it was resting against her hip before quirking an eyebrow up and leveling him with her best are-you-shitting-me stare. “Do you really think that you shouldn’t have to pay up after that bullshit, Bryce?”

“Ugh. Of course I know that I owe you for that. I was just… hoping that you would take pity on me and not cash it in.”

“I swear, sometimes it’s like you’ve never even met me before.”

A streak of pain shot across his face so quickly that if she hadn’t been watching him so closely, if she didn’t know him so well, she would have never even picked up on it. But she had and she did and it sent a stab of guilt rocketing through her so strongly, she almost tossed aside the ruse that she had taken so much care in plotting out. Rather than changing course completely, however, she opted for a slight detour to reassure him instead. “Love, you know I was only joking.” When Bryce tried to interrupt, she placed an index finger over his lips to silence him while she ran the fingers of her other hand soothingly through his hair. “You know me better than anyone in this world ever has. Ever will. Okay?”

Bryce’s eyes had slipped closed, a soft smile turning the corners of his lips up, as she spoke and Casey couldn’t help but trace her finger across his eyelids and then down across his lips. When she got to the middle of his lower lip, his lips parted and he gently nipped at the tip of her finger. The sudden move startled a breathless laugh from her and when she met his eyes again, they were full of mischief.

Shaking her head good-naturedly at him, she was about to scold him – playfully – when Bryce mirrored her earlier gesture and placed a finger across her lips. “I give, alright? Just take mercy on me and tell me what kind of penance I’m about to pay.”

“Do you always have to be so damned dramatic?”

“Case…”

“Fine! I need you to drive me to a meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Is … that it? Just a ride?”

Confusion knit his brows together and instinctively Casey ran her fingertips between and over them to soothe the wrinkles away before whispering, “Yes and no.” Shaking her head slightly to get herself back on track, she added, “It’s going to require fighting rush-hour traffic to get downtown” – his groan brought a smile to her lips – “and I… I would like you to go in with me.”

“Seriously? You are dragging me down there in that bullshit and making me sit through some boring meeting with you?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.” Cocking a defiant eyebrow at him, Casey challenged, “Is that a problem?”

Feeling more than hearing the sigh he huffed out, Casey bit back a laugh at the look of horror on Bryce’s face that was ruined by the humor dancing in his eyes. “I do this and then we’re even, right?” When she nodded her agreement, he let out a melodramatic groan before finally muttering, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Twelve hours later, Casey was struggling to decide whether she was going to join Bryce in cussing out the idiot drivers that seemed to be out in full force on their morning commutes or start laughing hysterically at his outbursts. After chancing a glance at him out of the corner of her eye and seeing the tight lines of frustration and irritation marring his beautiful expression, Casey instead decided to try and lighten his tension.

Reaching over to gently pull his right hand off of the steering wheel while they were once again stopped after only moving half a foot on the freeway, she laced their fingers together. When Bryce didn’t even glance in her direction, she had to bite back the brief flare of hurt, reminding herself that he wasn’t deliberately trying to hurt her. Seeing that the traffic was probably going to be at a standstill for a bit longer, Casey carefully leaned across the console to place a quick, gentle kiss to his cheek before whispering in his ear, “Thank you so much for doing this with me. I…I really didn’t want to have to do this alone.” With her nerves getting the better of her and realizing how much she could be setting herself up for humiliation, or worse, she couldn’t bite back the honest admission.

Before she could settle back into her seat, Bryce tightened his fingers around hers where their hands were resting against his thigh. Finally turning to look at her, his eyes fell to her lips as he murmured, “C’mere.”

Despite her half-hearted, at best, protest of, “But the traffic,” Casey found herself leaning back in to press her lips against his. Although the kiss was incredibly brief, it was also soft and sweet, managing to settle the nerves she hadn’t expected to be feeling.

When she was once again situated properly in her seat, Bryce brought their linked hands up so that he could press a kiss to the back of hers. "You know, you never did tell me what all this is about.”

Forcing a calmness into her voice that she didn’t quite feel, Casey feigned innocence on a gasped, “Oh, I didn’t?”

“No, babe. You didn’t. So… you gonna tell me what’s got you so nervous this morning?”

He wasn’t supposed to notice that!

Fumbling for what she could say to mollify him without giving up what was about to go down, Casey was relieved when she noticed both that traffic was moving once again and that their exit was coming up in just over a mile. “Hey love, this next exit is ours.”

Somehow giving her a side-eye while still keeping his focus on merging into the needed lane, Bryce muttered, "I know what you’re doing.”

Her heart leapt into her throat, out of both anxiousness and frustration that her plan was blown but before she could respond, he added, “You’re trying to avoid answering my question by giving me directions.”

That pulled a genuine laugh out of her and she couldn’t help but sass, “Oh, yes. I’m only telling you how to get to our destination as an avoidance tactic. Not because I want to… oh, I dunno, get there on time, or anything.”

Bryce’s lips twitched and she knew he was trying to fight back a smile, but he remained silent for the rest of the drive, allowing her to navigate them to the parking garage that she was told to utilize on her last phone call with the receptionist.

He turned to her with the most intense puppy-dog look he’d given her to date after parking and practically whined, “Are you seriously gonna force me to sit through whatever this is after making me face rush hour?”

Fighting back her dismay by reminding herself that he didn’t know why they were downtown so he couldn’t be rejecting her, Casey schooled her expression into one of annoyance. “She cried, Bryce. You embarrassed that poor girl so bad that she was fucking bawling. And you got saved by that damned pager of yours, so I had to comfort and reassure her all by myself.”

He at least had the grace to look ashamed at that as he held his hands up in defeat. “Okay. Okay. I get it. No more complaints from me.”

“Good. Now let’s go before I’m late.”

Fully expecting Bryce to still be pouting, Casey was slightly surprised when he was waiting for her at the back of his car, his arm outstretched towards her with a soft smile on his face. She tried to take his hand, but he encouraged her to wrap her arm around his waist as he wrapped his around her shoulders and settled her in against his side instead. Before they took off towards the elevator bank, he dropped a kiss to the top of her head and whispered into her hair, “I’m sorry I’ve been such a baby about this, Case. Even if I didn’t owe you for that, which I definitely do, I’d be here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”

Resisting the urge to growl at him for being so damned sweet when she was trying to torture him, she squeezed his side and laid her head on his shoulder. “I know you are, B.”

“Okay then. Let’s get this shit over with. Whatever this shit is.”

“Ugh, don’t worry about it. You’ll know here soon enough.”

After making their way into the huge office building just down the street from the parking garage and up the elevator to the twentieth floor, the couple were standing in front of the office of the realtor that Casey had been talking to for the last few weeks, unbeknownst to Bryce. The minute that they came to a stop, still wrapped in each other’s arms, she could feel the tension flood his body and wondered for the hundredth time if using this as payback was a good idea. Still, she steeled herself, knowing she would never be able to come up with a different plan that would be satisfactory enough to fulfill this particular IOU.

“Casey?”

“Yeah?”

There was an unmistakable hint of panic in his voice as he asked, “This is where your meeting is?”

“Yeah, it is. Now come on. My appointment is in like two minutes and I don’t want to be late.”

His feet stayed planted as she stepped forward to open the door, his hand tightening on her shoulder keeping her in place. She felt her expression soften when she glanced up into his terrified eyes. Forcing herself to push on, she deliberately misinterpreted his fear, telling him, “It’s okay, Bryce. It’s just an office. I’m not gonna make you do paperwork or anything.” Well, actually I hope that is a lie.

“But – “

“C’mon. Seriously, I’m about to be late and I’m just standing out here in the hallway.” It took her practically dragging him, but Casey managed to get both him and herself into the reception area of the office, where she was met with a kind, understanding smile of the receptionist that she had spent a great deal of time talking to and planning with.

“Hello and welcome to Mortemer Realty. My name is Peyton and we are so happy to have you here today. Can I get you guys something to drink? Water, coffee?”

Casey looked up at Bryce waiting for him to answer, but after taking in his dazed look, she realized he likely hadn’t heard Peyton’s question so answered for him instead. “Could we have a couple bottles of water?”

“Certainly, I’ll be right back with those. And Edward should be ready for you in just a moment. He was just finishing up a phone call.”

As soon as she walked away, Bryce’s face snapped down to Casey’s with his eyes narrowed. “The fuck are we – you – doing here?”

Before Casey could reply, the door to an inner office and the realtor, Edward, stepped out. “Ah, Casey! It’s such a delight to see you again.” Bryce’s hand once again tightened around her shoulder at the word “again.”

Reaching her free hand, luckily her right, out to close around Edward’s for a handshake, she gave him a bright smile and replied, “It’s good to see you again as well. I’m” – she took in what she hoped was a hopefully silent, steadying breath – “excited to get this ball rolling!”

“Excellent! And I see Peyton has already taken drink orders.” Giving Peyton an exaggerated wink and a smile that she returned, Edward waited until she had given both Bryce and Casey their bottles before continuing, “Is there anything else we can get you before we begin?”

Shoving down her ever-increasing nerves at Bryce’s silence, Casey shook her head and said with more confidence than she felt, “No, thank you. I’m more than ready to get going.”

“Alright, then. Let’s have a seat.”

Tugging Bryce with her, Casey followed Edward into his office and pulled the two chairs set up there closer together before gently urging Bryce to settle into one of them. Once she was comfortable in her own, she reached over to rest her hand on his leg, needing to give him some sort of comfort. This was a terrible idea. What the fuck was I thinking?

Realizing Edward was already speaking, Casey took a small breath to calm herself down, thinking, I’ve come this far, no sense in turning back now, before focusing her attention back on the realtor. “…what you told me you were looking for. Is that correct?”

After taking a quick peek at the sheet of information she’d provided him in their previous meeting, Casey glanced at Bryce out of the corner of her eye to see that he was staring at the wall with the same dazed look in his eye and then answered, “Yes. That looks like everything. Were you able to find anything that fit the bill?”

“I was! Actually, I managed to find three listings that covered all of the must-haves on your list.”

“Three? I wasn’t sure if I’d be lucky enough to find one!”

Edward laughed, “Then I guess it’s a good thing you came to me for help!”

Casey returned his laugh as he handed her three sheets of paper detailing the listing details for the three apartments she’d been shown on her day off last week. She already knew all of the information on them by heart, especially that of the one she knew she liked best, but made a show of looking over the paper as if it was the first time she was seeing it.

After giving her a few minutes of silence, Edward asked, “Do you have any questions about any of the properties?”

Humming softly under her breath in mock contemplation, she finally looked up and forced herself to avoid making eye contact with Bryce as she replied, “No. I think this covers everything I need to know.”

“Excellent! As luck would have it, all of the properties are available for a showing today. Would you be interested in that?”

Casey caught the twitch at the corner of Edward’s lips when he glanced briefly in Bryce’s direction and found herself biting the inside of her lip to keep her composure. She was genuinely impressed with herself when her voice came out steady on her answer, “That would be perfect, since I won’t have another day off until later next week.”

That seemed to snap Bryce out of his daze and he whipped his head around to look at her as he wrapped his hand around the one she still had resting against his thigh. “Are you in some sort of a hurry?”

Before she could answer, Edward interjected, “She needs to be if she wants any of these properties. They are all quite coveted and she will need to move fast before someone else comes in and scoops them up.” Swiveling his gaze back to Casey, he asked, “Do you know which one you would like to see first?”

“Oh, um… this one” – she handed the paper of the one she had fallen in love with back to Edward – “This one is the furthest drive, so I figured we should probably start there and then can work our way back?”

“Actually, I was anticipating you might wish to view them today, so I made arrangements for transportation for us. We’ll take a helicopter there and there will be a car waiting to drive us to the properties once we arrive.”

Bryce’s hand tightened around hers almost painfully. “Hel-helicopter?”

“It’s the most efficient way to get to New York and still have plenty of time and sunlight to properly assess all of the options.”

“Oh my gosh! That is so amazing of you! Thank you so much!” I hope I’m not overselling my fake surprise too much.

“I figured with your schedule as a doctor, this would be the easiest way for you to see everything that you wish to and still be back to Boston in plenty of time. In fact, the helicopter should be ready for us if we leave now. Does that work for you two?”

Turning to face Bryce, Casey had to shove down her guilt once again at the ashen look on his face. Placing her free hand over the one Bryce still had wrapped around hers, she squeezed gently until his eyes met hers and flashed him a smile. “Are you ready for a quick trip to the ol’ NYC?”

“Now?”

Casey laughed, “Yes, now! Aren’t you the king of spontaneity?”

“I uh… I” – he swallowed hard, his fingers flexing under hers – “Yeah, I guess I am. Let’s uh… Let’s do this.”

A squeal of genuine excitement slipped from her lips before she could contain it causing Bryce to flinch, so she leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek to soften the blow before turning back to Edward and telling him, “It definitely works for us.”

A little over three hours, and barely two words from Bryce, later, the group of three were stepping off an elevator onto the tenth floor of a brand-new apartment building. “Now, as the literature explained, this apartment won’t have the picturesque view of the city that the higher floors do, but that does actually save you a bit on the rent. The owners have discovered it’s been a bit trickier to rent out the apartments on this side of the lower floors because of the adjoining building.”

“I thought you said these listings were flying off the market?”

The shock of hearing Bryce string together and entire sentence had Casey’s steps faltering so much she almost tripped herself. The way that Bryce reached out to steady her and tuck her into his side – the most contact they’d shared since they left the realty office – offered her some semblance of reassurance.

“They are flying, but that doesn’t mean that the interested parties are willing to overpay compared to other options out there. It isn’t much of a savings, mind you, but every bit helps.”

Casey agreed, “Yes, it absolutely does.”

Coming to a stop in front of apartment 104, Edward turned to look directly at Casey and announced, “Here we are. Are you ready to take a look around?”

Feeling as if she were literally vibrating, she hoped that Bryce would attribute it to excitement rather than nerves as she nodded her head in response, all ability to form words escaping her as only one thought bounced around her brain: I hope he loves this as much as I do.

Once the door was open, Edward stepped out of the way to let Casey and Bryce enter first. Surprisingly, she didn’t have to pull him along behind her, but rather was practically getting drug inside by him. She honestly wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. As they moved about the small apartment, checking out both bedrooms and bathrooms before venturing through the almost non-existent living room into the kitchen, Casey kept sneaking surreptitious glances at Bryce to try and judge his impression.

When he finally came to a stop in front of the refrigerator, staring into the stainless steel, she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade before whispering, “So, what do you think?”

Letting out a harsh scoff, he practically hissed, “Does it even fucking matter?”

You knew there was a chance that he’d be pissed. Just stay the course and it will all be fine. It has to be fine.

“Of course it matters! I wouldn’t have brought you along if it didn’t.” When the only response she got was another scoff, she squeezed her arms around him gently and pleaded, “Please, Bryce?”

Spinning in her arms, Bryce threw up his hands and exclaimed, “Fine! It’s a great fucking place! It’s got enough room for a TV and couch for your sports, a good-sized bedroom, a more-than-adequate kitchen for all that you are gonna use it. Hell, it even has a goddamn extra bedroom that you could use for a fucking office if you want!” He let out a deep breath and seemed to deflate with it as he asked, “That what you wanted to hear?”

Pressing herself closer so she could rest her chin against his chest, she bit her bottom lip and hoped that she could hold herself together for just a bit longer because seeing him lose it like that damn near broke her. “Almost.”

“Really? What fucking more could you want from me over this?”

“You really like this place?”

Finally wrapping his arms around her, he muttered, “No. I told you I think it’s great. I didn’t say I like it.”

“What don’t you like about it?”

“You really have to ask?”

“I really do.”

“It’s in fucking New York City! I mean – never mind.”

Sucking in a steadying breath, Casey turned her head so that her ear was pressed against his chest. The sound of his pounding heart beneath it simultaneously made her feel like shit and also reassured her. “So that’s the only thing you didn’t like?”

Letting out a resigned sigh, Bryce pressed a kiss to the top of her head and said, “Yeah. That’s the only shitty thing about this place. But do you really think you need to waste all that extra money on a two-bedroom?”

“I think so.”

“Why? Other than an office that you would never use?”

“Well, I think Keiki would like to have her own room, wouldn’t you?”

Shoving her away from his chest by her shoulders, Bryce narrowed his eyes at her. “What are you talking about?”

Giving him her most patronizing look, Casey repeated herself very slowly, “I think Keiki would like to have her own room.”

“In New York?”

“No.”

“Casey. What in the hell is going on?”

Surprised by the force of her unexpected laughter, Casey couldn’t help but double over. When she had regained a bit of control, she turned over her shoulder toward Edward and asked, “You think I should let him in on it?”

“I think you’ve made the poor boy suffer more than enough.”

“Okay, fine.” Twisting back to look Bryce in the eye, she brought a hand up to cup the side of his face, her thumb tracing over his cheek. “Did you really think I would move away without even telling you first?”

“Before today? Not a fucking chance. But we’re standing in an apartment you want to rent in New York fucking City, so I guess I was wrong.”

“You weren’t wrong, love. This was just a little bit of payback.”

“What?”

“I’m not looking for an apartment for me. I’m looking for an apartment for us – you, me and Keiki.”

Bryce’s brows scrunched together in a combination of disbelief and confusion. “In New York?”

“If I may?” Edward interjected, waiting for Casey to nod yes before continuing, “Casey came to me a few weeks back, wanting to know about two-bedroom listings in Boston that would be close enough to Edenbrook to be feasible for the two of you and your sister. In the midst of our conversations, I asked why she was doing this solo if she had a partner to help her with the process and she told me that she was wanting to set him up with a little bit of a fake out to pay him back for a mess she had to clean up for him. That led to us discussing the whole situation and once we found the apartment that she could best see you guys living in, I realized a way that we could take her plan to a whole new level.”

By this point, Casey was giggling almost uncontrollably, but she still managed to add, “Oh my god, it was a brilliant idea.” Bryce’s fingers tightening around her waist told her he wasn’t sold on that opinion quite yet.

Edward laughed softly, “I’m so glad you enjoyed it Casey. Anyways, the apartment she picked just so happened to be owned by a real estate firm that had just built an almost identical building in New York. So, I called and found out that it had an apartment that matched the floorplan of the one in Boston so I arranged to have this available for a showing today. That way you could see what your apartment will look like, if you choose to lease it, and we could really psych you out.”

The apartment was silent for what felt like hours as both Casey and Edward waited to see how Bryce was going to react to the full reveal of her deception. As the seconds ticked by, her nervousness amped up exponentially, suddenly terrified that she’d ruined not only her chance to move in with Bryce but maybe their entire relationship. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she used the hand still cupping his cheek to gently turn his head so that she could meet his eyes. There was a look in them that she couldn’t quite read and she had to force her words out around a growing lump in her throat. “Bryce? Love? Talk to me.”

“You really set all this up as payback for the incident with Lilly?”

“I… I did.”

“So, you thought ‘Let’s make Bryce think I’m moving to New York City without discussing it with him first.’?”

Casey sucked in a deep breath through her teeth, but kept her voice steady as she answered, “I did.”

His eyes narrowed on her in a glare so hot she felt like her skin was melting, but she refused to look away. Whatever the fallout was going to be for this, she knew she had to face it head on. He was silent for several long beats before a smile finally broke out over his beautiful face and he let out a hearty laugh. “Damn, babe. That… that’s fucking incredible.”

“Wait… you aren’t… mad?”

“Hell, no! I’m impressed that you came up with such a devious plan, to be honest!”

“Really?”

“Really. I only have one question.”

“Um … okay?”

Shifting his gaze back over her shoulder, he asked Edward, “Why did you go to so much trouble, so much expense, for this prank for a woman you don’t even know?”

“Oh, that’s actually an easy one. Remember that pitcher that collapsed during the game between Manhattan and Boston a while back? He’s my cousin and she saved his life.”

“Stop it, Edward. I told you that wasn’t just me.”

“Bullshit. Several of his teammates told him and me both how you figured out what was wrong with him. Besides that, I could immediately tell what an amazing woman she is. As much as she wanted to mess with you, her biggest concern was finding a place that would be comfortable for you and your sister. She wasn’t even worried about what she wanted or needed. All in all, I was more than happy to help you guys find a place and to help her get a little bit of payback.”

Chuckling once again, Bryce brought a hand up to the back of her neck to bring their faces closer together. When their lips were almost touching, he muttered, “Damn, Case. I’m so glad I have no interest in a prank war with you.”

Voice breathless, she asked, “And why is that?”

“Because I’ve already lost before I could even begin.”

Casey’s laugh was short-lived as Bryce pressed their lips together for a deep and tender kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Casey’s smile was slightly mischievous, making Bryce question, “What’s that about?”

“I just realized I never got to asking my question.”

“Oh yeah?” Leaning back down, Bryce pressed his forehead against hers. “You’d better hurry up and ask then. Wouldn’t want to give me too much time to think about how to respond.”

After pinching his side, Casey let out a soft chuckle at his grunt and lifted her arms up to wrap around his neck. She leaned in just enough to brush her lips across Bryce’s and then stayed there as she asked, “Do you want to live in this apartment’s Boston twin with me?”

“When can we move in?”

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The Walk-up: Cordonian Ruby chapter 1

Pairing: Olivia x Bastien; Ruby Rys

Word count: 1,274

Warnings: mention of decapitation, angst, smidge of fluff

Summary: Ruby’s first birthday. Minor insight on how Cordonia’s changed.

A/N: thanks @sirbeepsalot for all your graping and help. I love you boo!

Series warnings: character death, blood, surgical procedures done by non medical personnel, may go NSFW in the future. May contain gun violence, knife violence, threats, not sure how dark this will go. By requesting to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Bastien tugged his warm pea coat tighter around his body as the air whipped the rain around him. With each step on the worn pavement he silently cursed not grabbing an umbrella before leaving the apartment. What I really need is a fucking raincoat.

The past year had brought them many places, going by many names. They never stayed in one place for long, the fear of being tracked kept them moving, and always with an escape plan. For the past six weeks they’d called Seattle home. It wasn’t home, and it would never feel like it, but it was a safe place they could just live without worry.

Here they go by Carol and John Taylor. Next, Olivia will pick their fake names. It didn't matter because they knew who they really were.

His feet pounded against the stairs to the walkup apartment they shared, his hands carefully cradling a small cake covered in pinks and reds.

After six weeks in Seattle, he could venture out and make it home quickly. He knew all the shortcuts. He knew how they got there and where they would leave to.

- - -

Olivia’s finger hovered over the link, was she ready to see in words and possibly pictures the truth she already knew? Was she ready to see in ‘print’ what had become of her nation, her duchy since she fled like a coward instead of staying and fighting like a Nevrakis warrior? Your ancestors would be ashamed to call you kin. I left to save the kingdom. I can do more to help raising the heir than I could dead.

She swallowed as her finger pressed on the link. Let’s see how bad it is.

She already was aware that she wouldn’t recognize her own nation. Everything that could help Bradshaw fund his own foolish endeavors had been stripped from the land. She knew that the people were forced to serve Auvernal, they had three choices: work in his army, work the land, or live in squalor.

Her emerald eyes widened as she saw the name on the byline of the underground Cordonian news. Ana DeLuca? Who knew she had it in her.

REIGN OF TERROR

Today marks one year since our nation should have gone into a period of mourning. Instead of being granted time to grieve our beloved king and queen and their unborn heir we were served the heads of our slain leaders on spikes.

Those who saw the gruesome sight outside the palace gates first hand fell to their knees driven to tears. They said the queen and king were hardly recognizable, but they knew in their bones: it was them.

There have been some whispered reports that while our fallen queen had reportedly fallen prey to wolves that many do not believe our case to be truly hopeless. Could the heir be out there somewhere waiting to take flight and reclaim our fallen nation? Could the Valtorian Phoenix rise once again?

Olivia looked up from her tablet as she heard familiar soft steps behind her. “There’s my little princess!” Olivia cooed placing her tablet down.

“Is it really smart to call her that? We are trying to go undetected.”

“We’re in America, it’d be weirder for a little girl to not be called princess here.” She looked at the blonde-haired, sapphire eyed baby she’d been pretending was her own. “Isn’t that right Ruby? Everyone’s a princess here.”

Ruby leaned forward, her chubby hands reaching for Olivia. “Mama.”

Olivia pulled the little girl into her arms, a brief sadness flashed in her emerald eyes.

To everyone around them, she was Ruby’s mother. She felt guilty that she must parade a friend’s child as her own, but they needed the heir to survive.

She looked down at Ruby, a smile once again gracing her lips. “That’s right princess, now let’s go celebrate with cake.”

- - -

Ruby’s sapphire eyes sparkled with wonder and excitement as she shoved her cake covered meaty fist into her mouth. Her eyes widened as the sweet vanilla buttercream melted on her tongue with an explosion of flavor.

Bastien and Olivia laughed as they watched Ruby shove fistfuls of cake and icing in her mouth.

“Is it good pumpkin?”

“Dada!” Ruby replied leaning forward in her high chair, her hands full of smushed cake.

Olivia took a careful step back as Bastien leaned forward. “Yes baby girl, share with papa.”

Ruby’s cake coated hands reached up to Bastien’s face, her hands smearing cake into his beard.

Olivia let out a loud laugh as she watched Ruby paint his face with cake and icing.

Bastien turned his steely eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think mama wants some too.”

Olivia shook her head. “No mama doesn’t.”

“Mama!” Ruby squealed reaching for Olivia.

“You don’t want to make the birthday princess cry do you?”

She mouthed ‘low blow’ to him as she took a hesitant step forward. He knew she could never say no to Ruby, she’d lost everything already Olivia would give her all that she could. She let out a shriek as Bastien wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into his lap. Ruby squealed, her feet kicking as she reached for her mama’s face, her cake coated fingers grabbing a fistful of hair and smearing icing on her cheek.

For one day they felt like the family they pretended to be. They weren’t on the run hiding from a tyrant. They were just them, and for that moment it was all they needed.

- - -

Olivia pulled the door to the small bedroom shut behind her with a soft click. “She’s finally asleep.”

“She had a big day.” Bastien smiled as images of their day played in his head. “Actually I’m surprised she wasn’t more worn out.”

A small smile played on her lips. “I think she was too excited to be worn out. It was nice being able to pamper and treat her like the royalty she is for one day.”

He pulled his lips into a thin line. He knew she wasn’t exactly happy with the way we’re forced to live, he knew if she could she’d spoil Ruby with all the luxuries of the world. “Well, we need to be careful, Bradshaw—”

“Bradshaw and his men won’t find us here, we were careful.” She crossed the small living room to the window looking out the third story window.

They had used multiple false identities while traveling, never using one persona more than once. She’d cut her hair into a chin-length bob and dyed it a deep auburn to help keep them hidden. They were safe.

Her lips curved down as she stared out the window, watching the rain silently hit the windows. Rain, it was nearly always raining. She missed the cold, the snow. She missed being able to hunt on her own land and eat fresh meat. She hated going to the store and speaking to a man in a bloodstained apron who knew less about cuts of meat than she did. She hated that she had to purchase meat that smelled faintly of bleach.

She missed Cordonia.

“Why did we have to stay here? It’s always raining.” She placed her hand on the cold windowpane, closing her eyes trying to imagine she was home. “We could have chosen Boston, or Montreal, somewhere where it gets more snow than rain.”

“There are multiple escape routes, easier if we have to pick up and leave.”

She nodded, she didn’t like it, but he was right. Her comfort wasn’t as important as their safety. They just needed to keep Ruby safe, hopefully, we’ll still have a home to return to.

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Wacky Drabbles - Prompt 54

On August 2, 2020, a challenge was issued to write a 1,000-word or less wacky drabble using the prompt: Don’t get up. I’ll do it.

And you don’t have to get up. We compiled the best of the best below for your reading pleasure.

@loveellamae - The Vow chapter 3

@storyofmychoices - Adventures in Babysitting I (an Orphanage Tale)

@katedrakeohd - What Happens in Paris..(5)

@bebepac - First Fight

@no-one-u-know - Morning after a terrible night

@mrschoicesobsessed - Happy birthday, Dr. Ramsey

@ao719 - Achates - Part 6

@burnsoslow - One Rainy Day in Valtoria Part 23: The Calm Before …

@starrystarrytrouble - 2am (Ethan x MC)

@sophie-and-shizuku - Sweet and Sour

@txemrn - Once… Always…

@queenrileyrose - Human Contact Drake Goes on a Date

@dcbbw - Un-Romance AU, Chapter 5–Before There Was You

@zaffrenotes - [ROD]  4AM

@bbrandy2002 - Fools Rush In Part 5 

@ravenpuff02 - Coffee Meets Bagel Pt 14

@lucy-268 - Babysitting Weekend

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[soheila-1996]

My story- Part Five

This chapter was so difficult to write. I’ve really debated posting this over the last couple days because this is so personal. 

I had a miscarrige last year and it’s approaching my son/daughter’s due date as well as what would have been my daughter’s fifth birthday on May 3rd. I’m finding this time really, really difficult. I wasn’t going to take this fic here but writting really is acting as an amazing outlet for me. I’ve really been able to get a lot off  my chest.  This chapter is all over the place, I apologise for that  but I needed to get it out. 

My little disclaimer:

I have epilepsy. This details my seizures, I can’t speak for everyone, everyone’s seizures/ experiences are different. This is graphic. Seizures are messy. They aren’t fun and it felt wrong to make it out to be cute when they really aren’t.   Pretty much all the things that happen in the plot have happened to me. Well, I’m not married to a king or live in a palace so…there’s that but everything else is accurate.  There may be some jokes about it here because I do joke about it sometimes. It makes me more comfortable and I find it helps relax everyone around me. I’m also writing about it because there really aren’t that many fics written about it and I think it’s important to shine light on it.

Any feedback is really appreciated! :)

Tagging people who shared the last  part. You don’t have to read it! I just thought you might want to see what happens: @kacie-0156, @texaskitten30, @cordonianroyalty, @kingliam2019, @bebepac, @kingliam-rys, @cordonia-gothqueen, @kimmiedoo5, @bbrandy2002, @loveellamae  @bobasheebaby @losingbraincellseveryday  @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @jared2612 @flutistbyday2020 @debramcg1106 @anotherbeingsworld

This is also part of wacky drabbles hosted by @emceesynonymroll. The prompt this week is: #40: Don’t you ever do that again. 

Paring: Liam and Riley

Warnings: ⚠️ Miscarriage, Suicidal thoughts, blood. 

Word count: 4882 

Catch up here 

(Liam’s POV) 

Since the events the other day at the fundraiser and the video, Riley had been...distant. That’s the only way I can explain it. She won’t talk to anyone and when she does, she’s not herself. 

I had read some of the truly awful things people had been saying about her. I can’t comprehend how anyone could be so cruel to another human being. She had told me that it doesn't bother her but I know better. I’m positive that it would bother anyone. 

Since I had learned about her epilepsy things were okay, then The Five Kingdom’s Festival happened- that’s where things started to go a little bit awry. I can see now that all of us were being a little bit overprotective but we- I was scared. Finding her that day was one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced. It was when she told me about the baby and her miscarrige in a previous relationship was when she started to pull away from me. Our conversations grew shorter and awkward, our passionate kisses became little pecks.  It felt like we were growing apart but  I don’t fully understand why. 

(Riley’s POV) 

Liam was down the hall in our home study and I was sitting in our bedroom on the bed, my phone in hand as I scrolled down the comments of the video of my seizure. 

I know that looking at them isn't going to make me feel better but I want to know what people are saying about me. 

When everything with Tariq happened the comments didn't bother me because I knew it didn't happen...but there was no denying this. 

People continued to speculate on whether I was faking it, what was wrong with me if it was real, if I had overdosed and other random ridiculous theories. 

I haven't really left our apartment or spoken to anyone- especially Liam.   I’m embarrassed even though I can’t control it and I shouldn’t be but I am. 

I can’t help it. 

I feel like I've not only embarrassed myself but Liam too and my friends. 

It astounds me  how cruel people can be. 

I continued to scroll down the despicable comments- once again only looking at the negative ones. At this point I’ve already read and thought so many despicable things that I've kind of become numb to it now. There’s nothing anyone can say that I haven't already thought of. 

I feel the hot tears stinging as I continue to look through them. 

Why would he want to be with her??? 

That’s so embarrassing and gross. 

She can die from one of these, right? Great! 

I don’t realise that I’m crying or that Liam has come into the room until his hands are resting on my shoulders and he’s kneeling in front of me. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“It doesn't matter,” I sniffled. I placed my phone down beside me and wiped at my eyes. Liam sat beside me as I brought my knees up to my chest. 

“Talk to me,” he encouraged. 

He doesn't understand. He can’t. How could I possibly explain to him what I’m feeling right now?  

He’d be better off right? He wouldn't have to be constantly worried and stressed about me. He could find someone else, someone who makes him happy and doesnt hurt him.

“Please?” 

He moved so he was sitting  in front of me. He brought his hands up, both cupping either side of my face as his thumbs wiped the tears away. 

“Please talk to me.” 

“And say what?” I shrugged, “ That I don’t want to do any of this anymore? Or how I’m so terrified that I’m going to murder our baby so I’m pushing you away so when it happens you’ll already hate me?  Is that what you wanted me to tell you?!” My chest was now rising and falling quickly from my outburst. Liam opened his mouth to speak but opted against it. 

I mean what did I expect? He’s probably thinking the same things I am. 

“Wh-” He started, swallowing thickly. “What do you mean you don’t want to do this anymore?” I stayed silent. I don't know what to say or how to say it. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Ri?” He asked calmly. 

I swallowed thickly. If I was being honest, I don’t know. It’s more than what people have been saying online. Those things of course bother me but it’s not anything I haven’t heard  before. That’s not what’s caused this. 

I shrugged at his question. I don’t know what’s going on or even if I know how do I explain it? I feel lost and..and hopeless and scared. I’m really scared. 

“Riley?” 

“I-I just don’t want to do this anymore.” I swallowed thickly as I turned my head to look at him. 

“What don’t you want to do anymore?” 

“All of it.” I saw the fear flash across my husband's face. “I don’t want to be here anymore,” I said, my voice monotone. I know that I’m going to start crying, I know that i’ve just hurt Liam with what I’ve said and stand up after picking my cell phone up and pocketing it. 

I went to walk  away but Liam's hand gently wrapped around my wrist to stop me. I hesitantly turn to face him. My heart shattered at seeing the tears welling in his eyes. 

I tugged my arm out of his grasp and cleared my throat. “I-I need a minute.” 

“Riley?” He called after me. His voice laced with sheer panic. I stopped in the doorway and turned to look at him getting up onto his feet. 

He went to move towards me but I held up a hand to stop him, “I’m not going to do anything,” I  reassured, “ I- I just need a minute. I’ll come back.” I didn't say anything else as I left the apartment. 

It was true, I wasn’t going to do anything, I just wanted to be alone for a few minutes to think over it all. I needed to figure this all out on my own first.

The next morning, my eyes fluttered open and were immediately stung by the sun rays peeking in through the partially closed curtains. I turned over to lay on my back and used my arm to shield my eyes from the blinding light.

I had avoided Liam after our talk yesterday evening  and had stayed with Drake last night to ensure I wouldn’t run into my husband. I had sent Liam a text before going to bed to let him know that I’m okay.  

There were a million different places I could’ve stayed but Drake is one of my best friends and I couldn’t be with Liam knowing I had hurt him. 

Drake was like Liam- overprotective but he is one my best friends. Drake has always been here for me, through the highs and lows. Always here to confide in but we haven't spoken about it. 

I don’t know where to begin or how to explain how I’m feeling. 

It’s not that I can’t speak to Liam. I can tell him anything  and he wouldn't judge me over it but seeing his face last night… I can’t hurt him anymore. I can’t. 

I had found that over the last few days my mind had started to become a scary place. Filled with thoughts I haven't had since highschool. They're difficult to ignore. I’m tired of trying to ignore them. Keeping them pushed to the back of my mind only for them to come back stronger. 

 Everything just takes up so much energy. 

I threw the blankets off of me, headed out of Drake's spare room and down the hall to the bathroom- that was thankfully unoccupied. 

Drake never was an early riser so that’s hardly surprising. 

I had just sat, pulled my pants and panties down when I felt my stomach churn at the sight of the red substance splattered in my otherwise pristine white underwear. 

Shit. shit. No...please 

I can feel my heart start racing. Beating madly like horses hooves hitting the ground. My stomach rolls and my heart sinks. 

This can't be happening. 

“It's okay,” I whispered to myself. “I’m fine. A little bit of spotting is normal. Totally normal.” I’m saying the words, I know the facts and yet I’m still panicking. 

I took a deep breath and held it in for a few seconds, closing my eyes as I did so, going to my happy place. I did this a few more times to prevent my breathing going off the rails and going into a full blown panic. I don’t need that right now. 

I don't have any nausea like normal  but that’s okay, right? It should probably be called ‘all- day sickness’ It’s never just limited to the morning. 

I’m fine. 

It’ll probably rear its ugly head at some point during the day. 

It’s probably a good thing actually. None of my friends know that  I’m pregnant and Drake probably wouldn't appreciate me puking in his bathroom. 

I flushed the toilet then headed out. As I was walking past the kitchen back to the spare room I heard Drake’s voice. 

I changed direction and headed into the kitchen instead. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised  to see my husband sitting at the table opposite Drake. 

Liam stood up when he saw me and wrapped me in his arms. “Are you okay?” He immediately asked. 

“I’m fine.”  I wanted to tell him about the spotting but...I don’t. It’s probably nothing. There’s no point in both of us stressing over it. 

“Last night you disappeared and I-” 

“I’m sorry,” I cut him off before he started to continue his worried rambling. I feel like the biggest bitch on the planet. 

I didn’t handle last night well at all. 

“Don't you ever do that again,” Liam said. I could hear the concern and worry laced in his normal stoic voice. 

“I’m sorry. I just needed to- I needed some time to think over everything,” I explained as I wrapped both my arms around him tighter. 

“I was so worried about you,” he told me quietly. 

“I know. I’m sorry.”  

We were interrupted by Drake clearing his throat. We let go of each other and turned to him. “Do you one of you want to tell me what’s going on?” 

Liam went to open his mouth but I started talking before he could have a chance to, “It’s private and nothing to worry about,” I say quickly. “Thank you for letting me stay last night, Drake.” 

“Sure,” he responded. 

“I-I’m gonna go and get my stuff.” I awkwardly headed out and into the spare room to grab my phone, only to discover it had died, and my jacket and shoes- since they were the only things I had with me yesterday evening. 

I slipped my shoes and jacket on then headed back into the kitchen.

 The awkwardness in there was almost palpable. 

Liam and I both said goodbye to our friend, then headed back to our quarters so I could shower and change. 

On the way back Liam had told me we needed to talk but I don’t want to...not now at least. I just wanted to shower before I met up with Hana later. 

I had asked him about how he knew where I was. He told me that he had panicked last night when I left and had tried to get hold of me but received no answer, then had called Drake thankfully to discover I was safe and sound with him. 

I truly felt awful about it all. I wasn’t thinking last night that my disappearing act would make him worry so much. I didn’t mean to make him worry.  

It just seemed to be one thing after another. 

It was a few hours later, Hana and I are sitting in the library working on planning Maxwell’s surprise birthday party. Neither of us had planned one before and was finding it a little bit difficult. An offer had been extended for Drake to come and join us but he opted against it and Liam was in the middle of a conference call with the French ambassador but should be along shortly. 

My laptop was open in front of me. I was writing down all our ideas we had come up with so far. All we knew was that we wanted it to be Kraken or squid themed- maybe both. 

I was typing all of our ideas when my arm started to tingle.

Oh no. 

I looked up to Hana who sat opposite me. She was making a sketch of a new suit she wanted to make for Maxwell for the party. 

My stomach rolled. 

Hana soon looked up at me. Everything was becoming confusing.  My notes are almost forgotten. Why I’m here forgotten too. 

I don’t think I took my medication this morning. 

“Are you alright?” 

I shook my head. “N-No,” I slurred. 

All I really know right now is that I’m not feeling good. I feel sick. 

I wobbily got to my feet and so did Hana. 

I don’t know where I am but I don’t want to be here. 

She stood in front of me, hands resting on my shoulders. “Riley, are you going to have a seizure?” My hearing is starting to disappear. Her voice sounds different- echoey. 

I don’t understand what she's asking me.

(Hana’s POV)

I now understand what Maxwell had been feeling at the fundraiser. We’ve both been there to witness this but Drake and Liam have always been the ones to help her. 

I gently helped her down onto the floor. 

Riley started to squirm and whimper as she tried to get up off the floor. Her limbs don’t want to cooperate with her. I’m sure that’s making her panic more because her attempts to get away get stronger. 

“It’s okay,” I said, quietly. She’s still squirming and whimpering. I know she probably doesn't understand anything that I’m saying right now to attempt to comfort her. 

 I heard her start to gag and immediately helped her over onto her side. I rubbed her back comfortingly, “It’s okay .Get it all out.” 

Once she had finished, I quickly stood to fetch our phones off the table and a cushion off one of  the seats. 

I carefully slid the cushion under her head, she tried to move but she can barely move her limbs now. 

“I dun’t feel glood,” She said in a small, slurred voice that made it difficult for me to understand. 

“It's okay,” I tried to console but I dont think it’s doing much. 

Her face fell blank, expressionless and less than a second later she started seizing, I quickly pressed the button to start the timer. I picked Riley’s phone up and looked for Liam’s contact. 

It only ran three times before Liam picked up. “Love?” 

“It’s Hana, Liam. We’re in the library and Riley’s having a seizure.” 

“What?” He sounded panicked. 

“She’s okay. It’s all under control. I- I just thought that you needed to know.” 

“I’ll be there soon.” Liam hung up and I turned all my attention back to Riley. A little bit of blood started to trickle out of her mouth, I used the bottom of my dress to wipe it away, remembering that I needed to keep her airway as clear as possible. 

Her thrashing started to slow down. “There you go,” I whispered.  2:23 was on the timer as I reached over to stop it as her thrashing ceased. I made a mental note of it. 

About a minute later Liam arrived and dropped onto his knees beside us. It wasnt much longer until her eyes started to move behind their lids and opened completely.

(Riley’s POV) 

Why can’t I move? 

Why can’t I hear? 

Where am I? 

I can see two figures beside me. I can’t tell who they are! 

Who are they? 

What do they want? 

Where am I? 

I try to squirm away but my body doesn’t want to comply.

I’m scared, I don’t know where I am or why I’m here. My fight-or- flight response is starting to kick in. All I know is that I need to get away from these strange people. 

Everything is still a blurry right now. The figures don’t yet have any defined facial features. My hearing is like I’m underwater- it’s all muffled. 

A  short while later, the details of the world around me is starting to bleed back into focus- I only wish my memory would do this too. I can see the bookshelves, the people near me. A sense failairt is over then but I can’t quite figure out why yet 

The blonde ones seem to notice that I can see him and tilts his head a little bit. I realize I do recognize him and the woman. “Liam?” I asked. I’m still a little bit unsure. 

The world doesn't completely make sense. 

“I’m here,” he cooed.  “We’re in the library, you had a little seizure,” he started to explain to me, “It’s just me and Hana.” 

I looked at the woman. “Hi Riley.” 

I don’t properly acknowledge my friend and look back to Liam. “What happened? I asked, his previous explanation completely forgotten. 

“You had a seizure.” 

“Oh.” 

It took a few minutes for me to become fully alert. Now I was sitting up with Liam supporting me from behind. 

I’m so tired. 

I turned my head slightly and noticed the red stain on the bottom of my friend's dress. “I’m so sorry,” I panicked. Hana looked confused before she followed my gaze down. 

“Oh don’t worry about it,” She said, waving me off. 

“It’ll probably stain.” 

“It’ll be fine. I promise,” Hana reassured, “I’m sure I’ll be able to get it out. Don’t worry about it.”

 I nodded and let out a yawn. 

“Do you want to head back to the apartment now?” Liam asked me. I nodded in agreement. Liam stood first and extended a hand out to me, I took it gratefully. Liam easily pulled me up off the not so comfortable library floor. 

We both said goodbye to Hana, Liam grabbed my laptop off the table then we headed out. “Are you feeling okay now?” Liam asked me. 

“Yeah,” I yawned, “I’m just tired, a little sore.” 

We continued towards the apartment for a few minutes, when Liam spoke again breaking the silence.  “Do you know what caused it this time?” He asked.

“I erm...I forgot to take my medication this morning,” I realized, thinking back to this morning. “I- I got a little distracted.” When we arrived back, I decided a nap would be beneficial- i was exhausted now so I settled down on the couch. Liam retrieved a blanket from our  bedroom as I got comfortable. By the time he returned I was just about to drift off. 

I felt him cover me with the blanket then place a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be in the study if you need me.” I hummed before letting myself drift off. 

I’m not sure how much later it was when I was woken up from my nap by some cramping, I rubbed at my eyes as I stood up. I felt sick at seeing the cushion I was laying on is now stained red. 

Shit! 

I looked down and saw the red, sticky blood covering my pants. I immediately headed out of the living room. I need Liam. This isn’t normal. 

An icy finger ran down my spine when I felt another cramp slice across my lower abdomen. I wasn’t expecting it and leaned forward, grabbing  hold of the door frame to Liam’s study, groaning quietly. 

This can't be happening….Please, Please don’t let this be happening….Please… 

My knuckles had turned white from the force I was using to keep hold of the wood.  My other hand was resting on my stomach. 

I bit my lip. I could taste the familiar metallic taste of blood from the freshly made cut in my bottom lip. I bit down harder as the pain seemed  to intensify . I tried to keep in the whimper but I couldn’t. 

I heard Liam’s chair be pushed back, then footsteps and before I knew it he was standing in front of me. 

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as I looked up to him. His  eyebrows were knitted in concern but the look in his eyes told me he had an inkling about what was happening. 

“Riley?”  I’m sure I heard his voice crack.  I whimpered again as another cramp tore through me. 

What  did I do wrong?

I can feel Liam’s hands resting on my shoulders now. “Riley, what’s happening sweetheart?” 

I looked up to him. My tear filled gaze meeting his. My bottom lip trembled. 

Was It something I ate? 

“I-I’m…” I turned to look down at the floor. I couldn't look at him while I told him this. I couldn't watch as I shattered his dream of having a baby- like a true coward. “I’m losing the baby.” 

Liam’s hands fell from my shoulders to rest by his side. He looked scared, panicked. 

Is this because of a seizure? 

Liam rubbed at his teary eyes. I groaned as another cramp sliced across my stomach once again. Liam stepped towards me and I grabbed onto his shoulders. 

What if I had told him this morning? 

“It’s okay,” Liam said, quickly, cupping my face in his hands. 

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It...It’s not,” I cried. The pain only seemed to worsen and I had the sudden urge to go to the toilet. “I-I need to go to the toilet.” 

Liam nodded and helped me down the hall and into the bathroom. I pulled down my pants and underwear and took a seat. 

“Get out,” I ordered quietly.  My knuckles were once again white clamped over my knees. Liam looked up at me, disbelief spread across his face. 

“What?” 

“Get out,” I demanded more forcibly this time. I didn’t want him to see this. He didn’t need to see this. 

“Ri-” 

“JUST GET OUT!” I screamed at him through a sob. “Please.” I could see the internal battle he was having with himself. “Just go,” I sniffled. 

Thankfully  he did as he was told. 

It was a few minutes later when suddenly all the pain was gone and something slippery fell out and splashed into the toilet. 

Oh god. 

I wiped myself with some toilet paper. It came back covered in red. I felt sick. 

I slowly got back up to my feet and pulled up my pants. I turned around so I’m facing the toilet; I bit my lip, once again drawing blood as I looked down into the bowl. It’s hard to see anything because of the crimson stained water, then I see it- my baby bobbing in the water. 

My hand hovers on the handle.

I want to take it out. It doesn't feel right for my baby to be in the toilet where waste goes but what would I do with it? With him or her?  

I heard the door open as Liam stepped in. I don’t turn to look at him, my gaze is fixed on the toilet. I felt him step up behind me and peek a glance. 

He wrapped his arms around  me and a  sob ripped out of his throat. I let myself slam into his chest and allow him to wrap me in his arms as I continue to stare at it. 

I don’t know what to do. 

“I-I don’t know what to do,” I mumbled, defeated. Liam rubbed my shoulders comfortingly, sniffling. 

“What did you do last time?” He asked. 

“I- I buried her.” 

“Did that help?” I shook my head. It didn't. Having my baby so close to me just outside and knowing I couldn’t hold her broke my heart. Everyday.  “Should we flush it?” I could hear in his voice that he was crying. 

My hand reached for the handle as my other when to cover my mouth as a sob tore out of my throat. Liam stepped closer to me, one hand around my waist as the other covered mine over the handle. 

“Are you sure?” I nodded and turned my head away. “One...two...three.” Both our hands pushed down and a loud whooshing filled my ears as clean water replaced the crimson. 

After I had calmed down, Liam and I headed to the hospital after he had convinced me too. I know he’s just worried and wants to make sure I was okay so I go along with it even though I don’t care anymore. 

After getting checked out, Liam and I climbed in the back of the SUV and strapped ourselves in.  We barely had uttered a word to one another- actually Liam had tried to talk to me but...what was there to say? It’s gone and there's nothing anybody can do to change that.  

I keep going over it all wondering if there was something I could’ve done differently, what I did wrong...There must’ve been something that I did to cause this. 

Like I had suspected everyone told me that it wasnt my fault- that ‘it’s just one of those things and ‘it’s actually quite common’ but I don't know what to think or how to feel. 

I didn’t let myself get excited over it. I didn't let myself dream over what the baby would look like or what they’d be, what type of person they would grow up to become but from the moment that baby was conceived it was my child.  I know for a fact Liam over the last nine weeks has thought about it, let himself get excited over it and I had just ruined it for him. 

The journey back home was spent in an uncomfortable silence. I wanted to speak. I wanted to apologise profusely to my husband for what I had done but I couldn’t. How could I ever make amends with words? 

When we arrived home, Liam had extended  out his hand to help me out of the vehicle but I didn't take it, opting to push past him instead. 

I heard Liam’s hurried footsteps behind me as I walked towards our apartment. I could hear him calling my name but I ignored it and continued on my way. 

I quickly unlocked the front door and headed straight to the bathroom. 

I need a shower. 

I headed down the hall to the bathroom. 

I didn't waste any time stripping off my clothes and switching the water. 

It’s cold to begin with but I’m numb to everything right now. 

Everything feels like I've stepped into another dimension or that I'm trapped in a nightmare that I can’t escape. 

It doesn't feel real. 

I picked up the loofah and plastered it in my body wash and started to scrub at dried blood on my legs. 

I want it off of me! 

I don’t realise that all the blood is soon gone and I’m just rubbing at my flesh until its raw. 

I’m crying. 

I’m screaming. 

I just want this all to stop. 

My hand is pulled away from my now agitated flesh by Liam. He plucked the loofah out of my hand and put it down then pulled me against his chest. I fight against him and manage to squirm  out of his grip. 

He can’t comfort me. 

I don’t deserve it not after what I’ve done. 

One of the first things I notice now that I’m facing him is that he’s still wearing his clothes and they're wet. 

“You’re getting all wet!” I cried as I tried to urge him out of the shower but he wouldn't budge. He simply just pulled me into his arms, my back resting against his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I’m not sure he heard me over the water hitting the floor. It hit me then that I could never apologise enough, there is nothing I can do that is ever going to rectify any of this. 

It’s not like this is the first time. It’s happened twice- two babies that I have failed to protect. Two babies  that I just wanted to hold more than anything in the world but will never get the chance too. 

“There’s nothing to apologise for.” 

“Y-yes there is,” I said. My bottom lip quivered. I know that If I speak again then the tears are going to start falling. 

“It’s not your fault.” Liam’s words do not ring true for me right now. I’ve already convinced myself that my actions caused this. That I am the one to blame. I want to cry but why should I be allowed to grieve over something that I caused? 

It’s all my fault. 

#my story #tw miscarriage #tw seizure #tw sucidal thoughts #the royal romance #trr #wacky drabbles #liam x riley

[drakexwillow]

Isolation - Happy Birthday, Mskaneko!

Happy birthday @mskaneko! You’re one of the most generous, kind, supportive and hilarious people I’ve ever had the pleasure of talking too. You’re a light in this fandom, always spreading your kindness and amazing talent with everyone around you, we all love you so so much! I hope you have an amazing day and you deserve all the happiness in the word 💙

Pairing: Drake x Kate x Maxwell

Words: 792

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Thank you @addictedtodrakefanfic​ and @loveellamae​ for beta reading, i love you both!

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4 weeks Kate, Drake and Maxwell had been stuck in isolation together. The longer it went on, the more Kate feared for Max’s life, to say he was annoying Drake was a big understatement. He seemed to have a new obsession every week. Week one was hoarding, Max had somehow managed to accumulate 60 rolls of toilet paper, 20 bags of jolly ranchers, 10 pints of ice cream and he’d made sure to bring over his 5 peacocks from Ramsford that were now roaming freely outside their cabin. Week two was the news channels, every waking moment Max was watching the news and monitoring everything that was going on and if either Drake or Kate tried to change the channel he’d have a breakdown. Week three was baking, he nearly burnt the kitchen down 5 times before Drake had banned him from using the oven. This week was dance routines. He’d play the same song morning till night trying to perfect his dancing, it was only Wednesday and Kate already felt like banging her head off a brick wall or jumping out the window and making a run for it. She couldn’t put up with the constant bickering between Max and Drake anymore so she’d decided she was going to lock herself in her office until further notice. She snuck downstairs, retrieved a pint of ice cream and ran back upstairs before anyone noticed. Once in her office, she locked the door behind her, sat down at her desk and pulled up Friends on Netflix and curled up in her chair. After digging into her ice cream she pulled her phone out of her pocket and decided this was always the perfect time to stalk Michiel Huisman while she had the chance.

*******

Drake gritted his teeth, it was 10am and he’d already had to hear the same over and over again for the past 2 hours. He’d considered going for a walk, but everytime he tried to leave the house a peacock would attack him, it wasn’t worth the hassle. The house suddenly went quiet and Drake let out a relieved sigh, but then stiffened as he heard Max’s voice behind him.

“Hey buddy” Max said as he walked into the kitchen and began rummaging through the cupboards. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose. I can’t leave the house so I’m going to have to make him leave.

Drake tried to hide the smirk that appeared across his face “You going to feed the peacocks?” He looked out the kitchen window “They look kinda hungry”

Max snapped his fingers “I knew I’d forgot to do something” he clapped Drake on the back “Thanks for reminding me” he said as he swiftly left the kitchen. Drake watched out the window, as soon as he saw Max come into view he ran to the door, making sure to lock both the front and the back door. Pleased with himself Drake made his way to the living room, he turned on the TV and rested his feet on the coffee table as he flicked through the channels.

*******

Kate was halfway through her pint of ice cream and had managed to accumulate 234 more pictures for her Michiel folder. She jumped when she heard a series of loud bangs and crying, dropping her ice cream in the process “Mother fucker” she groaned as she looked at the mess on the floor. She made her way over to the window and peered through the curtains, her eyes widened as she saw Maxwell banging on the door surrounded by stretching peacocks. She climbed onto the window sill, opening it she leaned out

“Max, what are you doing?” She called

Max stared up at her, teary-eyed“I’m trapped out here, the doors locked!” He cried.

“I’ll be down in a second” she climbed back down and quickly made her way downstairs. She spotted Drake in the living room “Maxwell’s locked outside”

“Yeah I know” he said absentmindedly, his eyes not leaving the TV screen.

She narrowed her eyes “Aren’t you going to let him in?”

“Who do you think locked him out?” Drake shrugged

“Drake!” she scolded.

Drake sighed “He’s annoying as hell and I needed a break” he picked up the tv remote “If I turn up the volume we won’t hear him and it’ll be fine”

Kate chewed the inside of her cheek, Drake wasn’t wrong Max had been a handful and his crying was now drowned out by the TV. She glanced down the hallway to the back door and then back at Drake

“Can we watch Friends?”

He patted the seat next to him “Of course”

Kate grinned as she made her way over and curled up next to Drake, Maxwell now long forgotten.

#trr fanfic #drake walker x mc #maxwell beaumont

[axwalker]

OTP Questions 2

This was so fun to do, @ravenpuff02​   ! I loved the questions. 

ALL THE BEAUTIFUL EDITS were created by the beautiful and talented @mskaneko​ I don’t think you realize how much life you give to this fandom and to our different OTPs. ❤️ 

1. In a coffee shop AU, who would be the barista who keeps spelling the other person’s name wrong?

Drake and Alexis are both easy names, so neither.

2. How would they describe one another’s sense of humor?

They have a very similar (dry) sense of humor, they’re both very sarcastic and love to tease each other.

3. How do they calm one another down?

After receiving bad or unsettling news?

Alexis always does the same thing and it works every time. She looks up at him and gives him a warm smile while she strokes his arm. He immediately feels better.

Drake pulls her against him and kisses the top of her head. The only way she calms down.

After fighting?

Sex. Works like a charm for both.

4. Your OTP goes to a carnival, where would they spend most of their time?

Eating, which they take VERY seriously. They agree in different foods and share them so they can try more things. Their usual selection is: Hot dog, Corn dog(s), twirly Fries (with cheese) , deep fried Jalapeño poppers (Alexis fav), deep fried twinkies (Drake’s fav), shaved ice (cherry! ), and lots of cotton candy. Yes, they can eat.

Drinking bad beer (one of the two times where Drake doesn’t want whiskey.)

Drake is great with darts so his favorite is  ‘Balloon and Dart’  and he always wins a big prize.

Alexis loves rides especially the Drop Tower.

5. Who is most likely to blush when complimented?

Alexis blushes very easily in general, but Drake blushes with compliments, which he hates and Alexis loves. 

6. What is one thing about their partner that they love?

Only one?

Drake absolutely loves  that Alexis is spontaneous and lives life to the fullest.

Alexis loves how fiercely protective and passionate he is.

7. What do their closets look like? Ex- Do they share? Does one over flow into the other’s?

Drake’s side is neat, like a normal person.

Alexis’s side is a complete mess. She never finds anything. (This is his least favorite thing about her.)

8. If they made a playlist for one another, what would their playlists look like?

They have very different musical tastes.

Lots of latin music for her.

Lots of classic British and American rock for him.

Their ‘Road playlist’ is a total eclectic mess (from cheesy Spanish songs to Lou Reed’s Live in Concert)

9. Who said ‘I love you’ first?

Drake did, but they were both madly in love before saying the actual words. Walls met Walls.

11. What type of pet(s) would your OTP adopt?

They have a Golden Retriever called Earnie and a Shih tzu called Bern.

12. What article of clothing do they steal from one another?

Alexis steals all she can, his denim shirts, his huge white t-shirts, his sweaters.

13. What was the most thoughtful gift they got for one another? How did one another react when receiving the gift?

Jackson had an old telescope that Drake broke inadvertently during their last camping trip. Alexis called Bianca (who she hates) just to recuperate the telescope and get it fixed in time for his birthday.  He was extremely happy and overwhelmed, he kissed and hugged her tightly but couldn’t speak for several minutes. It’s one of the few times she has seen his eyes water.

As a wedding gift, Drake built a home office for her because she works at home. He made sure to ût all the little things she needs to write and be comfortable. She screamed and jumped into his arms to kiss him. 

14. Who is happier when they are out in nature?

At first, Drake. Alexis had never camped or slept outside before. But now it has become something they’re both passionate about. They hike as often as they can, and love to camp and lit a campfire, eat s’ mores and stargaze.

15. Do either of them avidly follow a celebrity and/or fandom?

They both LOVE Harry Potter, but only Alexis follows the fandom.

Tagging some people who might want to play too! It was fun! @mskaneko​ (HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ❤️ ) @burnsoslow​ @pedudley​ @loveellamae​ @bbrandy2002​ @argylemnwrites​ @pug-bitch​ @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria​  

#addictedtodrakefanfic #otp asks trr