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inky-snowdrop · 11 months

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Love Is Love

A 2023 L.G.B.T+ Aesthetic Collection

Day 15 • Rachel Amber is Bisexual!

Day 14 • Day 16

👇🏽 Pride Headcanons Below! 👇🏽

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Rachel has dated both men and women in the past canonically (more men overall), but I headcanon that she has preference towards women. She just... feels more comfortable around women. Also, unfortunately, Rachel falls into that bisexual stereotype of not being entirely faithful to her partner (who was Chloe at the time). Granted, it was more emotional cheating then physical cheating (except for a few kisses she shared with Nathan whilst they were both high), but... it happened and it kinda pissed Chloe off and made their relationship more strained

Dating Rachel Amber would be a chaotic and exciting affair. Be prepared to wake up at 3 in the morning to crash the local gas station, steal a few candy bars and/or instant coffees, and find an abandoned building to sit on it's roof and watch the stars fade into a sunrise. And then the next day it's cave exploring on the beach and the day after that it's breaking into Blackwell at night to go skinny dipping in the pool. She would keep you on your toes 24/7.

Rachel fucked around with Nathan Prescott for a bit during her freshman year of high school and then again when she was a senior. At first, it was a friendship turned tentative romance brought on by a mutual interest in the arts, then it got broken off during their sophomore year. But by their senior year, the teenagers were brought back together by the clawing desire to have someone who fucking UNDERSTANDS what it's like to have a father that's let you down and who is never going to change. The drugs made the connection stronger, even as many of Rachel's other connections discouraged the relationship. It wasn't an unhealthy romance, but it was obvious that something was gonna give eventually. A relationship built on suffering was never meant to last...

Rachel started officially dating Chloe in her sophomore year. Chloe was Rachel's rock, keeping her from flying to close to the sun, and Rachel was Chloe's angel, keeping her aloft even as the world crashed down around her. Rachel and Chloe would hang out in American Rust every single day, talking about everything from favorite bands to shitty home lives. Chloe's truck was where they talked, but occasionally they'd chill in the boat as well. Chloe also got into the habit of carrying a gun with her after the incident with Damon. Rachel and Chloe did take that lumber train all the way up to Seattle one time, sauntering through the city as they walked into every furniture store and pretended to pick out furniture for their apartment and twelve dogs. Dinner would be shitty subs that they ate on the train, holding hands as the trees zoomed by and guitar music played between them...

...but Chloe wasn't enough for Rachel. You see, Rachel needed to be free and Chloe was too stuck in her suffering to even consider a future with Rachel. Sure, in time Chloe could get there, but Rachel wanted that future NOW. Which is why she gravitated back to Nathan, because his family and wealth could be her ticket out of Arcadia Bay (and also because she related to him a bit too much). If only he could grow a pair and cut ties with his shitty fucking parents, but nope. He, too, was not enough for Rachel. Frank had a vehicle, he could get her places in a heartbeat... But he was volatile, too dependent upon drugs to give a shit about this reality. He was content in Arcadia Bay, just like Chloe and just like Nathan... But Rachel FUCKING WASN'T. She needed to get out Get Out GET OUT and be free... And unfortunately that's when Mark Jefferson stepped into the picture...

If Rachel had to pick a song to describe her sexuality, she'd pick: Sugar, We're Goin Down by Fall Out Boy

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alessiathepirate · 1 year

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Life is Strange: Before the Storm

WOUNDS: Frank Bowers x fem!reader

Summary: "In his own way, he tried to keep her and her friends out of trouble. Yet no one asked him if he was okay. He did so much for them - and she was the only one who wanted to honestly say thank you for that."

They both have injuries, they both worry for the other - so checking up on your loved one is a must.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

I think this one deserves a longer explanation :)

I was working on this / had this in my drafts for months - and now it's finally finished! Although I wanted to make this a series, a longer story following the whole plot of the game, I decided against it. It would've been mostly literal dialogues from the game and I wasn't sure if it would've been interesting that way. Since it was originally suppoused to be a longer story I apologize if the her in this case has a little bit of a personality.

Also, Frank deserves his own stories. He doesn't get enough appreciation.

Warnings: swearing, mentioned drug use, violence, description of wounds

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She took a deep, nervous breath as she looked at the path in front of her. It was dark and empty - and it definitely didn't show any sign of life anywhere. She had to admit, Rachel really left her mark on the forest and probably on the whole town. Dead trees were everywhere and when she breathed the dust in, it made her sneeze and cough.

She grabbed the bag on her shoulder, her fingers were slightly shaking and there was a weird feeling in her stomach. She wanted all those feelings to stop and disappear, so she could finally concentrate - but she just couldn't give that command to her body, because it didn't want to co-operate.

Then, after a few moments of silence, she walked towards the meeting point what was sent to her through a message. Soon enough, she saw life in the chaos. There were only a few healthy trees here and there at first, but then she was walking through the forest she knew. The green and lively one.

Was it worth it though? The silence, the walk, the pain?

Even getting the stupid phone number was hard and she blushed so hard when Rachel and Chloe asked why they need to cover for her. She didn't say anything though, she just asked them to drop her off at the Two Whales diner - yet she knew they were dying from curiousity and the fact that they didn't know what was going on with her, especially after the accident.

The accident, where she saved Rachel from Damon Merrick's knife and where she was stabbed because of that decision.

She still felt the need to vomit, whenever she thought about that moment.

She was in front of Rachel and Chloe when it started, so she couldn't see what was going on behind her, but in the next second she was pushed aside by Rachel. She almost fell, but luckily she found her balance. The next thing she saw was Rachel hitting Damon Merrick in the head with a piece of heavy looking plank. The knife - what he used to threaten them - fell out of his hand, he fell too and meanwhile he pushed Frank, who landed on the ground as well. Blood was flowing from the dark wound on Damon's forehead.

She looked at Chloe who froze from shock and most likely panic, then she looked at the knife. Rachel was still standing with the plank is her hands.

And then she jumped. She jumped for the knife, trying to get it, trying to get Damon's weapon far away from it's psychotic owner.

Damon was about to get up and get to Rachel who tried to hit him again. She was there, she could feel the handle... Damon caught the plank with his left hand, trying to catch the knife with the other, but then he felt her hand on the weapon.

She tried to grab it, but her hand was kicked away after the guy pushed Rachel away, who fell. Her fingers were numb from the kick, but she didn't have time to rest and check it.

Rachel was up again, she was about to hit Damon out of anger and frustration. But she saw something Rachel didn't. She saw Damon reaching for the knife. She saw him move towards Rachel. She was sure he was about to stab her...

And then she jumped again. This time to get her friend out of harm's way which was, well - successful. Too successful. She saw Rachel barely keeping her balance and then she felt the pain. The fucking sudden, strong pain in her stomach as she landed on the ground, unable to land on her hands to push herself back up.

She heard someone scream and gasp. Maybe it was her. Maybe it wasn't. Somehow she was sure nothing left her mouth.

She turned around. She was laying on her back and she tried to find the place where the pain came from with her hands. There was something sticky. And then there was a kick.

"Oh, for the fucks sake!" she was sure Rachel was about to hit Damon again who most likely just kicked her in the stomach.

But she wasn't sure. She couldn't think. She gasped, the air ran out of her lungs, her eyes opened in fear and realization. She hugged herself with her arms to try to get away from the pain, she wanted to curl up and disappear...

She tried to get the memories out of her head as she saw light not so far away. Fire, how poetic... - with a table and two chairs, the first one full of booze of course, but that was something she expected.

Her anxiety increased when she looked at the RV she wanted to find and she felt as if her bones turned to jelly. She didn't have time to mentally kick herself for these irrelevant feelings, because in the next moment her muscles moved on their own accord. She knocked on the RV's door, then she stepped back to wait.

She was sweating - she soon realized. She tried to explain it to herself that it was because she was standing so close to the fire, but even she couldn't believe herself.

The RV's door soon opened, the man who she wanted to see was standing in the doorway, but before she could find the right words to say, to begin with; the small puppy ran towards her, jumping on and bumping into her knees, trying to make her pet him. She couldn't however, because the wound still hurt, even if she was only breathing. The puppy's answer was a gentle bite. She just smiled and let out a small laugh.

"Still a killer, I see..."

"Pompidou!"

"It's okay. No need to scold him. He just wants to play, don't you?" she looked down at the puppy still smiling, then she looked up at the man, who was still standing in the doorway. "How are you doing? I heard what happened and I wanted to know if..." she shyly looked at Pompidou who was biting her shoelace, but this time to hide the fact that she was blushing. "you are all right."

She felt his gaze on herself, mainly on her face. She knew he saw the blush she was trying to hide so desperately and she knew he was studying her every expression.

God, she felt so bad that the only thing she can do is awkwardly standing there, waiting for an answer. She can't squat down to pet Pompidou or anything, because of the wound - and in that moment it was the worst thing in the world.

"I'm fine." the answer came after a while and she had to step back to let Frank fully get out of the RV. For a few short seconds they were just standing there, examining the other - even though she still didn't dare to look him in the eye. She could almost feel his breath tickling her forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't check up on you back in the hospital." his words finally made her seek his gaze - there was some kind of softness in his eyes. "I just thought it would be awkward... you know, with family members and all that."

"Oh, don't even start with them!" she laughed as she remembered how annoyingly kind everyone tried to be to her after they found out what happened to her. Her parents didn't want to leave her alone for a second and even Joyce wanted to go and see how she was doing. She adored that woman - especially after she smuggled some food in for her. "It's so weird to see everyone suddenly becoming so annoyingly soft with you, you know."

" 'Good to know you're alright." Frank said and for a moment she thought she heard some kind of relief in his voice. It made her legs shake.

"Yeah," the blush was back again "I'm happy to see you're okay as well."

Pompidou gave up on biting her shoelace and lazily sat down between the two of them.

"Take a seat, I don't want you to stand here all night." he kept his hand on the RV's door handle for a moment and then asked: "I have some beer in the fridge if you want one."

"Sure, why not..." in reality she had plenty of reasons to say no, but she didn't want to refuse the offer. "Thank you!"

Frank was gone for a few minutes and while she was left alone, she took a seat in front of the fire. Sitting down was still a hard and uncomfortable thing to do. She had to get rid of her bag for it and she had to keep her hand on the bandaged wound to slowly sit down and find a great position. Not so long after, Pompidou curled up next to her.

"Why did you want to meet up?" she heard Frank's voice from the RV. "You need something again?"

Her heart ached from that accusation for a moment.

"No." she answered sadly. "I just- uh... wanted to make sure you are okay. I heard what happened with Damon and I didn't know your number so I couldn't call or anything before, so I-" she finished her nervous rambling after he got back with two bottles of beer in his hands. She shyly took one of them and muttered a quiet 'thank you' as Frank took a seat as well.

"I'm happy you're here."

"Yeah, me too."

There was silence for a while as they opened the beers and took a few sips.

"The damn dog seems to like you more than anyone else."

"Yes, he's real cute." she said happily as she looked at the small, sleeping body next to her chair. "His name is really French. Pompidou was the name of a French president. It means: someone from Pompidou, a place in South-East of France."

"You really are a smart ass, huh?" Frank asked, trying to sound annoyed, but she saw the small smile he was hiding.

"Come on, don't act like it bothers you!"

"You're right. It doesn't." after he took a sip from his beer he added: "It's cute."

This time she tried to hide behind the bottle she was holding to hide her rosy cheeks. "I didn't know you- found me... cute." she said slowly and waiting for an answer she took a sip from the beer as well.

"Really? I thought I made it kinda obvious."

Her teeth bumped into the glass as she tried to not choke on the alcohol she wasn't able to swallow properly. God, she really turned a rambling, awkward idiot every single time she was talking to him.

Did he really make it that obvious though?

She didn't know him for long. They met at the Firewalk concert, where she went with Chloe to try and enjoy life after an awful part of reality. It was the day they pissed off Damon's pals as well. Since that day she hasn't heard anything but jokes, kind words and praises from him - and in his own way, he tried to keep her and her friends out of trouble. Yet no one asked him if he was okay after he kept those douchebags back at the concert or after he got in fight with Merrick to give Chloe, Rachel and herself an opportunity to run away. He did so much for them - and she was the only one who wanted to honestly say thank you for that.

She quickly grabbed her bag and looked down at it, not looking at Frank while she was trying to find all the stuff she brought for him. Meanwhile she was praying to the gods above, that her hair was hiding her face well.

"Yeah, so as I was getting here I grabbed a few stuff I thought you might need." she put a paperbag on the table with the Two Whales logo on it. "I didn't know what kind of burger you like, so I stayed with cheeseburgers - I haven't really seen anyone who hates them. Also, Joyce makes the best fucking cheeseburgers in Arcadia Bay and- oh God, I am rambling again, aren't I?"

Frank didn't say anything, but she could tell he wasn't ignoring the poetic question. His eyes were filled with surprise and adoration, and she did her best to hide behind her hair again.

"Anyways, the thought that I am lying in a hospital bed with stitched up stab wounds and not knowing what's up with you didn't let me sleep peacfully. I learned how to take care of stab wounds properly, the nurse kindly showed me before she let me go, so I-" she put a first aid kit on the table, what was filled up with all the things she knew she needed "I packed everything up and got here to check if the wound you have is taken care of the healthy way... If you let me, of course..."

There was complete silence for a long time. It made her sweat nervously and she grabbed the bottle of beer again, so she can do something with her hands.

"What makes you think my wound hasn't been taken care of?" Frank asked as he touched the place above his heart, where the knife stabbed him not so long ago.

"Oh! Well I thought that it would be too risky for you, going to the hospital after you were stabbed by Damon Merrick... You wouldn't want the cops to sneak around and start to ask questions..."

Frank couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Smart ass!"

"Hey! You say it again and I'll take it as a personal insult!"

"Sorry, kid. I really don't want to insult you in any way." he said with a smile, but his voice was full of honesty. "So, Price told you everything... You can't keep anything a secret in this damn town these days, can you?"

"No, with us around you really can't." she laughed.

"Right, so you sure you won't poison me, accidentally kill me or anything?"

"I didn't go to some fancy university, Frank."

"Yet. You could make it anytime though."

She proudly smiled while her cheeks turned pink.

"So it means you trust me enough to believe I won't kill you?"

"I trusted you with the money you and Price had to get from Drew, didn't I? You made sure Price gave it to me. You stopped Damon from stabbing your friend and now you're here to check on me- with food..." the smile Frank gave her made her melt. "I don't see the reason why it would be a bad idea to let you see my wound."

She just smiled shyly as Frank put his beer down on the table, so he could reach the first aid kit to check it out properly.

"So, how do you want to do it?" he asked as he looked through the small box.

"You were stabbed on the left side of your chest weren't you? Oh, come on! Don't look at me like that, you know Chloe told me!"

" 'Course she did!"

"Right so..." she looked down for a moment at Pompidou, so she won't have to look Frank in the eyes, while saying these words: "I think you should take your shirt off or something- I mean it would be weird to stitch you up through it, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah. So this is the moment where I insert a 'if you wanted to see me shirtless all you had to do was ask' joke, right?"

"Please don't or I'll have to accidentally hurt you."

"Right, I get it." Frank said with a small laugh. "Wait a second."

He put the beer down and quickly got rid of his shirt, while she carefully stood up to get her chair closer to his. She kept her left hand on her stomach while she carried the furniture with her right. A few moments later she sat in front of Frank and tried to stop her hands from shaking.

"Were you the one who bandaged the wound?"

"Yes."

"All right. First I'll take this gauze off and then I'll take a proper look."

And then she put her left hand on his shoulder as she tried to get the gauze off with her right. She did her best to avoid his gaze. His skin was warm under her touch and with that it was also comforting. She let out a shaky breath as she realized he put his complete trust in her, he let her feel the way his chest moves with his breathing, he let her feel the warmth of his skin, he let her see the damaged area of his body - she can't fuck this up.

The fabric peeled off rather easily, even if it was stuck to his skin from the dried blood. Frank didn't let out any noise, but his expression meant that it wasn't painless.

"Did you take anything? I can't give you painkillers if you did unless you want to have a heart attack or something." she asked as she opened the med kit and grabbed a small, clean piece of fabric.

"Who do you think I am?"

She let out a laugh as she opened a water bottle and made the fabric wet. "Right, it was a dumb question."

She started to clean off the dried blood, but she was careful not to rub the wound or the stitches directly. She had to say he did a good enough job on the stitching. The thread seemed strong and medically acceptable, and the little holes in his skin where the thread came out seemed healthy and to her relief it wasn't infected at all.

"I have to say that you did a great job." she said as she put the water bottle and the fabric away. "I have close to nothing to do in this case."

She then grabbed a towel from the first aid kit and made sure she dried the area. Soon she was opening a white package what was full of square gauze and put one on the wound.

"Keep it in place, please."

She got some surgical tape and cut four pieces after measuring the gauze, then applied them along the edges of the square gauze so it was half on the dressing and half of his skin.

"Here, that's all I can do. At least I'll sleep calmly at night." she said as he put his shirt back on.

She was about to stand up and put the chair back to its place when he grabbed her hand as gently as possible causing her to stop her movement, and remain sitting on the furniture. "Thanks."

"It's fine. Don't mention it"

"I do appreciate the things you do for me, you know. You look after me, you worry about me..."

"I do the same things you do for us."

"For you." he corrected her. "I do most of that soft shit for you."

Her face was burning up. She could feel it. She tried to hide, but he didn't let her do that.

Frank's thumb softly brushed along her hand and her fingers, but when he reached the ring one and the middle one he stopped. Those two fingers on her right hand were in a bad shape, they were red and full of small cuts, not to mention the nails. The nails were the colour between black and dark purple and they'll most likely fall off after a while. The kick she's got from Damon did a number on her hand.

"Does it hurt?"

"Sometimes." she answered honestly, her voice higher than usual.

"That son of a bitch did a number on you." his voice was full of anger and worry, sending her to a whole new state of mind.

"I could say the same, you know."

"That doesn't matter, I wasn't spending weeks in a hospital room."

"To me it does." she whispered, her throat was getting dry. "And it wasn't weeks, it was only like ten days."

And then it just happened. Frank leaned in, their lips collided and the state of mind she got to when she heard the worry in his voice overtook her. Her thoughts got fuzzy, she felt dizzy and she was unsure if she'd be able to answer simple questions after he kissed her like that.

There was no war, no battle for dominance only a silent statement: I'm happy you are okay. And that statement and understanding made the kiss that passionate, yet that sweet. It was a mix of many undescribable feelings. Her stomach made flips and her face felt hot.

Her hands landed on his shoulders as he pulled her closer, causing their teeth to collide for a second - but that was easily forgettable when his hands were grabbing her waist, massaging the area gently as he pulled her towards himself more.

She was sure she would have landed on his lap if her wound was nonexistent. From the movement her stomach started to burn - and this kind of pain definitely wasn't from the passion. The feeling got a whimper then a pained moan out of her, ending the kiss sooner than she wanted to.

"Damn it, sorry." was Frank's reaction and then his right hand gently, with feather light touches found the place where the bandage on her stomach was applied to. "Didn't mean to hurt you."

His fingers started to draw circles around the wound, then he draw squares along the edges of the surgical tape.

"It's fine." she said with a smile she couldn't hide, a little out of breath. "I'm fine."

"You scared me, you know?" he started. "When you got stabbed. It scared me."

"But I'm fine. And I wouldn't be if you didn't look out for me and my friends."

"Yeah." there was a small pause, but he didn't withdraw his hands. "So do you want me to take a look at your wound as well?"

She blushed, but this time she didn't look away. "You know how to do it?"

"I learned from the best."

They shared a smile and Frank pressed a kiss to her forehead before he leaned back. "Now, those cheeseburgers are getting cold."

As she carefully stood up to get the food she bought, Frank placed the chair she was sitting on next to his one so there won't be anything between them. Pompidou, like he felt the change in the air, got up from his place and sat down next to her chair again. The puppy looked up at her with big, sweet eyes.

As they sat out there while they ate, one question formed itself in her mind: how will she explain this to her friends, who won't take secrets as an answer.

"Would you like to stay the night?"

"Can I?"

"You can." he answered with a smile as he took a sip from his beer. "Besides I gotta buy you breakfast tomorrow."

The stupid smirk what found its way up on her face was a clear answer. So was the kiss she initiated.

Damn the explanation. That can be a problem what'll have to wait 'til tomorrow.

#life is strange #life is strange: before the storm #before the storm #life is strange x reader #frank bowers #frank bowers x reader #frank bowers x fem!reader #chloe price #rachel amber #damon merrick #fluff #hurt/comfort

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maxthesillyy · 3 months

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not to make two 10 pm random life is strange thoughts in a row but im just saying damon and frank were kinda gay

#like the first time i played the prequel i was the equivalent of that snapcube meme #woah hes bisexual i didnt know that!!!#damon meddrik or smth #damon merrick #frank bowsers #lis #lis bts #life is strange #life is strange before the storm #like. I HATED the random drug cartel act they did just as much as everybody else but….#idk man…. seems kinda gay to me #sorry life is strange fandom (head in hands)#(/silly)

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blackwell-academys-airdrop · 2 years

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Rachel: So what's the dentistry like in this kingdom, DM? What are the fillings made out of?

Drew: I don't like the direction this conversation is taking

Steph: Just cast Heat Metal on their armor like a normal murderer

#incorrect quotes #life is strange #lis bts #before the storm #rachel amber #drew north #steph gingrich #drew is the straight man to everybody else's antics in most of my quotes. this is patently false #this is the guy who got involved with frickin damon merrick #he should be allowed to make bad decisions #I will be reconciling this later #queue

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chloegamesbroficial · 1 year

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Crash Bandicoot attacks Damon Merrick

Art created by me

#life is strange #life is strange before the storm #Life Is Strange game #chloe price #rachel amber #damon merrick #Crash Bandicoot #crossover #crossover fanart #sfm art #SFM #Source Filmmaker #3d art #3D render

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lifeisstrange-incorrectquotes · 2 years

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Chloe: Am I afraid of Damon? No. He's a bitch, but-

Rachel: *pops through the door* Damon's here.

Chloe: *scrambles under the table* oH, SHIT-

#chloe price #rachel amber #damon merrick #life is memes #life is strange #life is strange before the storm #incorrect quotes #incorrect life is strange quotes

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nikkinikums · 1 year

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#lis #life is strange #before the storm #remastered #Nintendo switch #screenshot #Damon #Rachel #Chloe #junkyard #knife #threaten #nikkinikums

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dalekofchaos · 18 days

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Life Is Strange Before The Storm fancast

My Life Is Strange fancast

LIS 2 fancast

LIS TC Fancast

Sophie Thatcher as Chloe Price

Kristine Froseth as Rachel Amber

Austin Abrams as Nathan Prescott

Reneé Rap as Victoria Chase

Carson Rowland as Eliot Hampden

Kaitlyn Dever as Steph Gingrich

Shameik Moore as Drew North

Miles Brown as Mikey North

Angourie Rice as Samantha Myers

Aaron Eckhart as William Price

Robin Wright as Joyce Price

David Harbour as David Madsen

Ving Rhames as Principal Raymond Wells

Yvette Nicole Brown as Michelle Grant

Douglas M. Griffin as Samuel Taylor

Mischa Collins as Skip Matthews

Mark Hamill as Travis Keaton

Norman Reedus as Frank Bowers

Bryan Cranston as Sean Prescott

Jon Hamm as James Amber

Neve Campbell as Rose Amber

Rosamund Pike as Sera Gearhardt

Jon Bernthal as Damon Merrick

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nllick · 1 year

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I'm crazy about them. I have been since I've played before the storm..I've decided their ship name to be Framon.

#nicks edits♡#lis #lis bts #lis before the storm #before the storm #life is strange #life is strange before the storm #life is strange bts #edit #damon merrick #frank bowers #chloe price #framon #framon lis #lis framon #ship

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deenoss · 2 years

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Dreamcatcher Chptr. 19

Clark was in utter turmoil after the stabbing back at the junkyard.

The overwhelming pressure of what happened stressed him out to a whole new level as he couldn't properly settle, knowing that his girlfriend and one true love was suffering.

After half an hour of having his wound sterilised, stitched and bandaged, Clark was cleared from the emergency room and escorted out to accompany his sister. The brunette was so tired from sitting around for so long that she didn't notice her brother approach until he called her name. In an instant, Chloe shot up to her feet and threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly.

"You okay?" Chloe whispered into his ear.

Clark stifled a whimper and sobbed quietly. "No. H-Have you heard about Rachel yet?"

"No, nothing yet. I'm so sorry, Clark."

"Thank you, Chlo. I'm so glad I've got you here with me right now. I need you so much more than you think... I love you."

"I know. I love you too."

Breaking away from the hug, Chloe delicately sat her brother down in the spare seat beside her and sat in dead silence.

When the Amber's caught word of what had happened to their daughter, they stopped at nothing to go and see her at the hospital. But since they arrived some time after Rachel was taken off into the emergency room, there would only be so much time before she would be taken out and left to rest. So when they arrived, they met Clark and exchanged comfort and solace. Nothing else was said when they parted ways where only James and Rose were permitted to go and see their daughter.

The twins became dreary and fell into slumber due to the sheer boredom that was killing them. When they fell asleep, time flew by very quickly to the point that James Amber was able to report to them Rachel's condition.

Upon awakening, Clark jumped up to his feet and addressed James Amber.

"Mr Amber. How is she?" Clark asked anxiously.

"Rachel is going to be alright. The knife damaged her brachial artery, but didn't cut it. She's out of surgery, and now she's resting," he answered tediously. "Thank you for saving my daughter. But I need to know what happened."

"I don't... I don't know. Everything happened so fast. This junkie punk called Damon attacked us with a knife. He said he knew you and he wanted Rachel to tell him everything you were up to."

"Start over and tell me everything. Did you and Rachel try to contact Sera? I'm not going to chastise you or blame you, Clark, but I need to know the whole story."

Clark took a minute to compose himself before he gave his explanation.

"It all started after the talk last night. I was comforting Rachel when she said she was interested in finding her biological mother. So... I told her that I could help. My sister knows this dealer since we thought he might know Sera. But this Damon guy was with him."

"I know who you're talking about. Damon Merrick. He's scum. Merrick wanted dirt on me, did he?"

"He asked us why we were so interested in Sera. W-We didn't say anything. I-I-I promise."

Even when he spoke, Clark was still in shock about what happened; about how horrified he was in coming so close to losing the best thing that ever happened to him.

"Is that how it became violent?"

"W-Well, I was the one who started it - the fight, I mean. He drew the knife on us and when I got a chance, I hit him over the head with a two by four. But that was after Rachel got angry when he wouldn't tell us where Sera was." Clark explained with a trembling voice.

James sighed deeply out of his nostrils and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This is exactly what I've been afraid of." James shared. "Rachel won't let anything stop her. She is like her mother. Quick-tempered. Rash. I've always been afraid of losing her the way I lost Sera. What happened next?"

"Frank - Chloe's dealer - held him off while we got in the truck. I-I was so focused on trying to keep Rachel away. I used my belt as a tourniquet to try and stop the bleeding. I don't know what happened to Frank or Damon afterwards."

Chloe was busy trying to process everything they were saying, seeing as how she was still missing some bits and pieces.

"What if Rachel still wants to meet Sera?"

"After all this? I'm hoping she'll finally see reason. I was told that if Rachel had arrived only a few minutes later, she might not have... You saved my world, Clark. Rachel should be awake soon."

When James got up to his feet, Clark did the same. He was anxious to see Rachel and even if James was going to mention he would inform Clark once Rachel was awake, he was going to see her regardless.

Clark looked back at his sister and managed half a smile before he made his way down the hall and disappeared inside the room his girlfriend was in.

Underneath the bedsheets laid Rachel Amber. She had regained the natural element of her skin tone but was still a bit pale now that she was recovering well after coming out of surgery just over an hour ago. The brunette's eyes didn't fall off of Clark as he made his way over to her bedside and sat down beside her near the end of the bed.

Her parents left the room to give them privacy.

Now that they were close up, Rachel could only just clearly see the wet streaks down his face beyond the stitches where he also got hurt. Clark took ahold of her nearest hand and cupped it gently in the palms of his hands.

"I'm so glad you're here, Clark." Rachel groaned weakly from how physically drained she was.

"Anything for you, baby. How do you feel? Do you need me to get you anything?"

A smile formed on her face in admiration of his devotion to her. Seeing him so gentle and loving towards her made her stomach do somersaults.

"You're so cute."

Clark blushed madly and muttered, "Stop."

"I mean it."

When she noticed he'd gone completely silent, it irked her that he looked so depressed. She could understand the situation she was in, but she was more worried that his mental state was taking its toll.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Rachel asked upon noticing the discolouration in his face.

It proved very difficult for Clark to fight back tears. Even though he'd been in that situation before where he struggled to keep his emotions in check, he was yet again disappointed by his lack of strength in hiding his pain.

"I'm sorry, Rach. I-I'm so sorry." He muttered, biting his lip to resist the urge to cry as tears began to build up.

"What? What for?" Rachel croaked hoarsely.

"You got hurt because of me. I failed to protect you - and you almost died because of me. Oh God, R-Rach... I can't fucking lose you. You mean the world to me. Y-You are my world, Rach. I love you so goddamn much, it'd kill me if I lost you."

Shocked, Rachel's eyes widened at his blurted confession. It took a minute for Clark to pick up on what he said, and when he did, his face was as red as a tomato.

"You... you love... me?" Rachel murmured.

There was hope in her eyes that he would confirm his love proclamation for her. Regardless of how early it was in their relationship, love was true and love was there. Clark found it difficult to look her straight in the eyes.

"Yes."

He met her stare where he found her smiling brightly at him. She struggled to sit up but was physically restrained by him putting his hand on her chest while he held her hand with the other. The hand that was on her chest moved up to her face where his fingers brushed hair off of her face and tucking some behind her ears. Rachel tilted and rolled her head into the palm of his hand out of comfort.

"Would you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Sera." Rachel sighed deeply. "My mom. That's so weird to say. I'm not even sure what she is, honestly. But... I think I still want to meet her."

Clark stifled a chuckle while she brushed the back of her fingers around his wound. "Figures. Given your current state, you're in no state to do shit."

"I want to find her. I bet my dad has her number. Maybe in his office. Can you get Chloe to look? The key is under the mat, and the code for my dad's office is zero. Seven. Two. Two."

Rachel broke eye contact and rolled her head around to stare at the shrouded windows.

"You want me to stay with you?"

"Please..."

Sliding across just a bit to make room for Clark to lie down with her, Rachel felt weary and dozed off. Clark laid down on his back and made himself nice and comfortable before he messaged his sister the details of what he needed from her while he kept Rachel company.

To: Sis Hey, can I ask you for another favour?

From: Sis Sure. What do you need?

To: Sis Can you go to Rachel's place and see if you can find anything on a woman called Sera?

To: Sis Key should be under the doormat and the code to the office is 0-7-2-2.

From: Sis What's the address?

To: Sis Chlo, everybody knows where the Amber's live.

To: Sis I'm surprised you don't.

From: Sis Who's Sera? Is that Rachel's mom?

To: Sis Her biological mother. Ring me if you need anything.

Chloe took her leave from the hospital and made her way to her truck and then to the Amber residency she was supposed to know - although she did have an idea as to where it was since she had seen it once or twice before.

"So this is the place, huh? Neat crib." Chloe said to nobody but herself as she pulled up a bit down the road from the house.

Hopping out of the car, Chloe made her way up and across the driveway towards the front door. She then knelt down and lifted the doormat to collect the key underneath.

"What a cliché place to hide a key."

With the front door unlocked, Chloe entered the house where she got to explore the foyer; to almost her immediate notice, she spotted a security keypad. Chloe looked at her palm where she'd written the access codes and used that to disarm the alarm. Upon entering the room, Chloe found herself in James Ambers' office.

She first observed the statue on a shelf that read 'BEST DAD'. But when she shook it to see if it was a legitimate statue, she heard something rattle inside. When Chloe broke it, she found a key inside that was supposed to unlock something, so she stuck it in her pocket for safekeeping. She then observed a folder on the shelf that read a person's name.

Sheldon Pike.

It had very minimal significance to Chloe but she swore she had heard the name before somewhere.

Chloe logged onto the computer and scrolled through various with a woman whom she could assume was the person her brother was looking for. Alas, no hard evidence as to where she could be, only about her involvement with Rachel's father.

She then checked the drawers at the desk when she found one that contained booze and another that was locked. Using the key she found, Chloe unlocked the drawer and pulled out a shoebox that contained a phone and folded letters inside. The first thing Chloe looked at was the letters which would give her a good representation of what kind of a person James Amber was.

'To my Rachel,

My name is Sera, and I am your biological mother.

The first thing you should know about me is that giving you up was the worst mistake I ever made. I was struggling with something at the time, something I have been battling with ever since. That battle has taken everything from me, most importantly you. But now I am in a place where I know I can be a part of your life. It is more than I deserve, I know, but I would love to try if you want to.

Please take your time, and if you have anything to say, or any questions, hearing from you would mean the world.

I love you very much, and I hope to meet you soon.

Love,

Sera'

"Sera sent all these letters, and Rachel's dad never gave them to his own daughter? That's so messed up. No wonder Rachel asked us to find her mother. Damn. She was really trying to start a new leaf and be with Rachel." Chloe muttered to herself in disbelief.

Chloe then looked at the phone and accessed the 'CONTACTS' where only one was being messaged. An unknown/unidentified contact, of course. To gain an idea of the conversation, Chloe scrolled up to the top and read the messages.

From: ME I'm told you can help me with my problem.

From: UNKNOWN Crossing the line, huh? Let's talk.

From: ME Will call tonight.

From: UNKNOWN I found who you were looking for.

From: ME Call you in 15.

From: ME Well?

From: UNKNOWN This isn't a charity. I'm gonna need you to do what we talked about.

From: ME I can't.

From: UNKNOWN Sure you can. Because I talked to your girl, and she has a big mouth.

From: UNKNOWN Turns out she's not so easy. We're going to need be more hands on.

From: ME Don't hurt her.

From: UNKNOWN Relax. I've got my best guy on it.

The conversation then drew to today's events.

From: UNKNOWN How's your daughter?

From: UNKNOWN You know she attacked me first, right? Same as her boyfriend. You really should teach her to behave better.

From: UNKNOWN Nothing? Guess you don't need this taken care of anymore...

"James is working with... Damon Merrick? That guy with Frank at the junkyard? This is insane. What were they talking about? Is the 'girl' Damon's talking about Sera? Whatever is going on, I need to see if Damon knows where Sera is. But how do I get him to tell me?" Chloe spoke mentally.

From: ME Where is Sera?

From: UNKNOWN So we're using names now? Relax man.

From: UNKNOWN It's simple, either you do what I want, or your little problem becomes a big problem.

From: UNKNOWN Now, did you take care of the evidence, or not?

"Shit. What do I say?" Chloe cursed aloud.

From: ME You first.

From: UNKNOWN I know you're new at this, so I'll give you a pass. Don't fuck with me. Let's see proof of the evidence.

Frantically, Chloe scampered to find something suitable for her to satisfy Damon with. By looking across the room at a steel cabinet, Chloe searched it for something of use. Inside was evidence belonging to a previous crime that she hoped was related to Damon. She stopped short when she realised that anything could be the right bit of evidence, so she had to go on a whim and pray she could dispose of the right bit of evidence.

By taking out a glove in an evidence bag, Chloe dropped it in a bin and set it alight before taking a photo with the phone she was using and sent it to Damon.

From: UNKNOWN Since you're destroying evidence, might as well tell me which of my guys was the snitch.

"Fuck! I hope James has something to tell me who's been snitching."

From: ME I checked with the ABPD. There is no snitch.

From: UNKNOWN Bullshit.

From: UNKNOWN Tell me who it is. Or maybe you'd rather deal with your problem yourself?

By expanding her search on James Amber's computer, Chloe discovered a tab on the Arcadia Bay Police Department with information about one suspect who seemed to fit the profile of a snitch, on account of the report provided about the suspect's high cooperation with the ABPD regarding drug trafficking.

Not only was there information about him, but also on Frank Bowers; Chloe's drug dealer and another man associated with Damon Merrick.

From: ME The informant is Rodney Sears.

From: UNKNOWN Shit, really? I kinda liked the guy.

From: UNKNOWN Good work.

From: UNKNOWN Guess all that leaves is our hand off. Show me you have my payment and I'll tell you where to meet.

Chloe let out a frustrated grunt and searched the room once again for anything that could provide the payment Damon mentioned.

She did recall noticing sawdust out of her periphery upon examining the trophy. Chloe observed the bookshelf with the sawdust and moved five books to the side where she found a secret hole, which reminded her of the one where she hid a secret joint in her locker back at Blackwell Academy.

Inside was a stack of money that she drew out and took a photo of for Damon to prove the payment was there and ready to be exchanged for Sera.

Fortunately, Damon approved and sent a photo of Sera in exchange.

An obscured photograph of a blonde woman in an orange shirt and blue jeans tied to a chair provided information as to whom the woman everyone was after, while the background she recognised anywhere.

She was being held at the burnt down mill.

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Idea: Reader is part of the scooby gang (an adult doing them a favour or something - pls not a teenager it makes me cringe) and Klaus catches her staring (because obviously) and is cocky and flirty and likes riling her up

i just like you | klaus mikaelson

author's note; this was so fun omfg i love him sm

warnings: honestly sort of grumpyxsunshine but somehow klaus is the sunshine here ? teasing, taunting, klaus is a flirty menace, reader is super in denial, implied that reader is a vampire hunter but it's not really important, also this exists in some sort of strange canon universe so don't read into it too much, fluff, making out, a steamy-ish scene at the end, but it doesn't get too graphic so don't worry! no use of y/n!

She doesn’t like owing people favors. She doesn’t like when other people owe her favors, either, but people seem to think that trading things off is the best way to live, and she’s hardly got the power to change something so universally accepted.

She doesn’t like owing people favors, but in this case, it’s not something she can renegotiate. Alaric saved her life, and the least she could do is help him out with something.

Her view on that changes very quickly when he looks at her and tells her they want her to make a deal with the devil. In fact, she’d rather Alaric had just let her die than ask her to do anything with or for Klaus Mikaelson.

“I would quite literally rather die than do that, Ric,” She deadpans, givin him a completely unamused look that makes him grimace.

“No, I know, I know,” He holds his hands up, a desperation to his pleading tone. “It’s a lot to ask of you, but no one else can deal with him like you do. They’d end up dead, or something,”

“Why do you think I can deal with him any differently than you, or Damon, or something? I hate him just as much!”

“Oh, well, that’s just not very nice of you, darling,” The man in question drawls, smirk audible in his voice as they look over to where he’s sitting on Alaric’s couch, looking like he practically lives there. She supposes he technically did, for a minute. “Hate is such a strong word.”

She gives him a saccharine smile, tilting her head. “I’m so sorry, Klaus, did I hurt your feelings? I didn’t know that evil hybrids who kill anyone who breathes wrong could have feelings.”

Klaus’s smirk only widens at her visible ire, and he props his chin up on his hand as he looks at her. “I have every feeling for you, sweetheart,”

Her eyes momentarily widen to the size of dinner plates, and then she quickly schools her expression back into a flat glare, snapping her gaze away from him as she huffs unhappily. “You want me to deal with that all day, Alaric? By myself? I thought we were friends,”

“We are friends,” He stresses, shooting Klaus a warning look that the Original dutifully ignores. “That’s why I’m asking you to do this. All you have to do is make the drive up to Whitmore and get the rest of Isobel’s stuff– we need to see if she has any information on the cure, or anything like that.”

“Doesn’t Bonnie have that professor guy that was telling her a bunch of stuff? Can’t we just go to him?”

“Damon doesn’t trust that guy,” Alaric says. “And before you ask, no, you can’t make Damon go. He and Klaus will kill each other if they’re in the same vehicle for that long.”

“He’s right about that,” Klaus says, still happily in his place on the couch. “Damon’s got such a temper these days. Can’t even handle a joke anymore.”

She scrunches her face up, giving him an incredulous look. “The only jokes you make are about the time you tried to kill Elena,”

“How would we cope if we couldn’t make jokes about these sorts of things?”

Her incredulity only deepens and she drags her gaze back to Alaric pointedly, earning an exhausted sigh from the teacher. “Klaus,” He starts, that same desperation still in his voice. “Can we all just play nice? For once we have something to be united about– could you possibly not jeopardize everyone’s lives again?”

Klaus heaves a sigh, standing from the couch in a swift movement and crossing the short distance to where they stand. “Certainly. I’m nothing if not professional, you know this.”

“Uh huh,” Alaric deadpans. “Can you be… professional enough to not provoke her into leaving you stranded somewhere, or something?”

“I’m sure we can work something out,” The hybrid drops his gaze to hers, bright eyes alight with mischief. “So long as she stops pouting.”

She huffs, dutifully not pouting. Narrowing her eyes, she offers a hand out to him, ignoring the amusement that sparks in his eyes at her formalness. “It’s for the greater good of all of us, right? I’m sure I can suffer through anything for that.”

Klaus shakes her hand firmly, and she ignores the way it feels like he’s laughing at her. “I’m sure you can.”

──────

“I take it all back, I’m going to murder him, and then myself.”

“Hello to you, too. I take it it’s going well?” Alaric’s voice comes through the speaker of her phone as she walks beside Klaus, ignoring the crowds of college students they’re pushing their way past to head to Isobel’s old office.

“Oh, it’s going so well, besides the fact that our vehicle just broke down as soon as we got to Whitmore.”

She can practically hear Alaric’s wince of sympathy through the phone. “Can’t Klaus just compel you another vehicle?”

“You would think so, but I already tried that, and he said it wouldn’t be very cooperative of him to take advantage of people. He’s apparently all for the teamwork these days,” She shoots him a glare, face twisting into one of disdain when all he does is give her a wide smirk. “Alaric, I cannot be stranded here with him. It was one thing if it was a few hours, but I cannot survive any longer than that.”

Alaric breathes out her name on an exasperated sigh, and she tries to ignore the slight pin prick of guilt that stabs at her because of it. “Have you called a mechanic or anything?”

She bites the tip of her tongue roughly. “Yeah. They’re coming to tow it, and they said it’ll be like, tomorrow morning at the earliest before it’s done.”

“Can you survive the night? For real? Or do you want me to drive up there and get you?”

She nearly blurts out that she won’t survive, that he needs to come get her as soon as he leaves work, but she stops herself, eyes drifting to Klaus, who seems to be awaiting her answer as well. Sighing tiredly, she shakes her head, even though Alaric can’t see her. “I’ll be fine, I’m just being dramatic. Don’t worry about me, alright? I– Klaus and I will handle this. It’s no big deal, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” She reassures, stopping at the steps that lead to Isobel’s office building. “I’ll text you later tonight after we’ve had some time to go through some of the stuff, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you,” He sounds infinitely less stressed at her reassurances, and the guilt she’d been feeling dissipates easily. “I’ll talk to you later.”

She echoes the goodbye and quickly pockets her phone again, immediately turning to Klaus to give him a glare that she can’t even really call a glare because of the complete and utter lack of any real heat behind it. Gesturing widely to the building before them, she sighs. “Let’s get this over with.”

The office is devoid of any lingering students, and she wonders if it was done on purpose. The only person there besides her and Klaus is the girl at the desk, and she racks her brain for the girl’s name, because Alaric had told her earlier before they left.

“Hi,” She starts, stepping in front of Klaus slightly as they approach the desk. “Alaric called earlier and said we’d be coming up to get some of Isobel’s research, I think?”

The girl stands, a small smile on her face as she nods. “Of course. I’m Vanessa, I was Isobel’s intern.”

Vanessa, she internally scolds herself for not remembering, before giving her name back in return. “And this is Klaus.”

The Original offered a charming smile, and she saw some degree of recognition flutter in Vanessa’s eyes as her smile grew wider, equally charmed and awed. “Lovely to meet you, Vanessa,”

“You’re Klaus Mikaelson, aren’t you?” She breathes out, shaking her head in disbelief as she leads them to Isobel’s private office. “Isobel was fascinated with the story of the Originals, but there wasn’t ever enough information to figure out what was true and what wasn’t.”

Klaus hums, practically preening under the attention. “Such are the consequences of living as long as I have. I can hardly remember what’s real and what’s not,”

Vanessa’s face lights up with an idea, and she steps towards Klaus excitedly. “Would you mind if I asked you some questions? It would do our research a lot of good to have something new,”

“Oh, well–”

“We have a lot to do,” She quickly cuts in over their voices, offering a sharp smile to Vanessa. “But if we have time later, I’m sure he’d love to give you a tell-all interview.”

Vanessa’s smile dims slightly but she nods, gesturing for them to go into the open office. “It’s all in there. Let me know if you need my help with anything.”

“We will definitely do that,” She says, ignoring the twitch in her fingers as pushes Klaus into the office ahead of her. “Thank you so much!”

She shuts the door firmly behind her and lets out a sharp sigh, her eyes fluttering open where she hadn’t even realized they’d shut. She finds Klaus staring at her, and immediately looks away, ducking past him to head for one of the packed boxes in the office, collecting dust. “What?”

Klaus makes an amused little hum in the back of his throat. “Oh, nothing,”

“There’s clearly something,”

“There is, but I don’t think you’d enjoy hearing it from me,”

She halts her movements, hands falling limp on the file folders sorted neatly inside one box. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she raises a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m curious as to what Vanessa did to earn your disdain,” He says, shrugging lightly, keeping his voice purposefully aloof.

She rolls her eyes, returning to pilfering through the box, skimming the labels on the file. “She was distracting you. We came here to do something, and we need to do it. That’s all.”

He makes that irritating noise again, and she pauses once more, this time turning to face him fully. “What? What is so funny about that? Might I remind you, we need to learn about this cure for you just as much as anyone else.”

He smirks, picking up a box from the floor and putting it on the table in front of him. “Of course. But only if you admit you were jealous,”

She feels the blood in her veins freeze as she stares at him, and she knows there’s a dawning look of horror growing on her face. “Excuse me?”

“Just admit that you were jealous of that poor girl in there, and I will do as much research as you want me to. It’s very simple.”

“Jealous,” She echoes, her voice faint the longer she looks at him. “You think that I was jealous because some college kid was treating you like you were the lead singer in her favorite boy band?”

“Maybe not her favorite boy band, but certainly her favorite Original,” He corrects, grinning deviously.

“I wasn’t jealous!” She yells somewhat hysterically, face twisting as her pulse races. “I– I have no reason to be jealous, I would never be jealous, I’m not– I’m not jealous! Just– shut up!”

She waves a hand in his direction, ignoring the warmth in her chest that stings like embarrassment. “Just– shut up, and– and leave me alone! Do what we came here to do,”

Klaus holds his hands up in surrender, still smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Whatever you say,”

──────

They’ve booked a hotel for the night, despite the fact that she’d sooner sleep on the street than stay in a hotel with Klaus Mikaelson. But he graciously offered to pay for it, and she was determined to pretend like their conversation earlier had never happened and that meant acting like absolutely nothing was wrong.

It meant letting him order them room service, and sitting quietly while they ate. It meant letting him tease and taunt her like he normally did, and working overtime to give him the normal reactions she would have– a glare here and there, a not-so-nice name everywhere else.

Except now it felt like it was all wrong. It felt like she was being even more obvious than before. All because he called her out. Because he was right.

Just out of sheer principle, she couldn’t ever tell him that. The last thing he needed was that particular ego boost, from her of all people.

Their relationship has always been antagonistic, but Klaus has never been nearly as harsh as she has. And now that she’s spent the last six hours thinking about every single interaction they’ve ever had, she feels somewhat stupid for not even letting herself contemplate the idea that she could one day be jealous over Klaus Mikaelson.

But even in that same vein, she understands why it never crossed her mind until he pointed it out. It was non-negotiable, having any sort of relationship like that with Klaus. She’d been friends with Alaric since he first met Isobel, she couldn’t just go and sleep with the guy who killed his girlfriend, let alone have feelings for him.

The thought alone made her stomach swirl with guilt, but she was determined to not let Klaus in on any of her inner turmoil, considering he’d get some insane satisfaction out of the fact that it’s all his fault.

By the time they make their way to the private bedroom in the ridiculously grand hotel room Klaus had gotten them for the night, it doesn’t really register in her mind that they not only don’t have any sort of pajamas due to the fact that this wasn’t supposed to be an overnight trip, but the only bedroom in the suite has one bed.

It doesn’t register in her mind until she’s already in bed, resigned to the fact that she’ll be sleeping in her t-shirt and underwear, and Klaus makes his way over to the bed like it’s no big deal.

“Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing?”

He raises a brow at her, gesturing to the bed. “Going to bed. We’ve got an early morning ahead of us if you have any chance of making it back to Mystic Falls alive.”

She rolls her eyes at his taunting recollection of her complaints, and she holds up a hand, keeping the blankets tucked carefully around her hips as she sits up. “Why wouldn’t you get a room with two beds?”

“Because it’s one night, darling,” He drawls, signature smirk twitching on his lips. “But if you have some particular feeling that would make sharing a bed with me uncomfortable, then I–”

“No!” She cuts him off, feeling like she was just backed into a corner. “No issue. Just– keep your hands to yourself.”

He winks at her, and she ignores the way it makes her heart race. “Wouldn’t dream of it,”

She shuffles back down into the bed and turns onto her side away from him, suddenly too conscious of the fact that she doesn’t have any pants on, and that if someone had told her this morning she’d be pantsless, in bed with Klaus Mikaelson, she probably would’ve punched them and then spent the rest of her life dreaming about it.

It’s only slightly humiliating.

Once Klaus is settled in the bed, presumably undressed to the same degree she is if the shuffling she’d heard a minute ago was anything to go by, he turns the lamp off, encasing them in darkness.

After too long, her hip starts to ache the longer she lays on her side, and she knows there’s no chance she’ll fall asleep with it throbbing like it is, so she resigns herself to the fact that she’s going to have to move.

Careful of her spacial awareness, she turns onto her back, and then onto her other side, unable to stop her eyes from landing on the shadows of Klaus’s profile.

She lets out a small breath, shakier than normal, and clutches her hand against the pillow beneath her head.

“You’re staring,”

She groans quietly. “I am not,”

“You know, I don’t know if I should be honored or not that you don’t act like this with anyone else.”

She squeezes the pillow again, brows furrowing on her forehead. Her curiosity piqued, despite her best interests. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re horrifically antagonistic on a good day, and downright murderous on a bad one. But you don’t ever lose your temper with anyone else like you do with me,” He observes, voice unintentionally quiet in the privacy of the darkness. If she didn’t know any better, she’d even say it was laced with fondness.

Pressing her face into her pillow briefly to try and collect herself, she lets her eyes trace the curve of his nose, and his prominent cupid’s bow, backlit by the moon shining in the window. She wonders what he looks like beneath a full moon. She wonders if his eyes shine that burning yellow-gold color the entire night.

“You do it on purpose,” She mutters, trying to keep her tone from sounding as childish as it does in her head. “I’m not stupid, Klaus. You like riling me up.”

She hears more than sees his head turn towards her, but she feels the burn of his eyes on her face like the summer sun.

“Did you ever consider that I just like when you talk to me?” He asks, sounding entirely more vulnerable than she ever thought he was capable of being.

Her breath stutters on an exhale, and she knows he can hear the way his words make her entire body trip up. Despite being unable to truly meet his eyes in the dark, she searches for them anyway, seeking out the truth that may lie in them.

He murmurs her name, soft and sweet between the sheets wrapped around them, and she can’t stop herself from pushing forward into his space, draping herself across his chest as she presses their lips together.

She’s instantly satisfied to hear the shocked noise that spills from his lips, but it’s the last coherent thought she can form once he mirrors her utter desperation.

He steals the breath from her lungs, barely letting her gasp between his greedy kisses, his hands pulling her further into him, leaving her practically on top of him.

His hands slide up the fabric of her shirt, grabbing at the bare skin there, groaning at the feel of her moving beneath his touch.

“Klaus,” She gasps out, panting at the spit-slick sounds of their lips together in the quiet of the hotel room. “Klaus, I have to–”

She forcibly pulls herself away from him, unable to even blame him for the way she let herself get so caught up as she catches her breath, looking down from where she’s propped above him.

They fall silent, matching each other’s frantic but slowing breaths as their spilled-over tension finally seems to simmer out.

A huff of a laugh comes from beneath her and she frowns slightly, looking at him. “What?”

His hands clench where they’re still gripping her waist, and she visibly shivers at the rough touch. “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

She instinctively slaps a hand against his bare shoulder, wondering how she hadn’t noticed he’d taken his shirt off when he got into bed. “You are such a dick,” She shakes her head, but she’s already leaning back in to kiss him again despite herself.

Klaus is quick to meet her halfway, craning his neck up to kiss her again, and she lets out a sudden yelp as he flips them around, pressing her into the mattress beneath him. “Let me make it up to you,”

She’s nodding before he even finishes speaking, and she thinks, tells herself, that she can’t be faulted for how quickly she forgives him after that.

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it’ll be okay — trent alexander-arnold

“Trent?” You called from the living room. You’ve heard the door opening and closing, the sound of his things hitting the floor, but then silence. Dead silence. “Baby?”

When he let out a strange grunt, you jumped out of the sofa and quickly made your way to the front door, finding a petrified Trent with his back against the door, his backpack on the floor and his eyes closed.

“Oh baby, it got worse?” you approached him, imagining that his state could only be caused by one thing: his recent injury. But never prepared you for his next words.

“He’s leaving” Trent murmured, his eyes fluttering open to face you and all you could see was sadness.

You didn’t understand at first, staying in place as you didn’t know if he wanted you to get closer or if he needed space.

“What? Who?” you asked, confused. Trent only shrugged, looking defeated.

“Jürgen is leaving by the end of the season” he sighed.

It hit you instantly and you wanted to ask him if he was joking, but by his state you knew he wasn’t.

“Oh, Trent…” you got closer to him and he spread his legs so you could fit between them. “I’m so sorry”

He gave you a sad smile, his hands immediately finding your waist.

“Nothing lasts forever, right? I should’ve saw it coming and I should be ready for it, but I’m not”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you stroked his jaw, trying to ease his pain. In fact, you would’ve taken it all for you if you could.

“He reunited us after training and it was an emotional mess” he sniffed. “I don’t want him to go, but he said he’s tired. Managing a club it’s too much and he needs a break”

“And we’re glad he’s respecting his limits, right?”

“I want him to stay, baby” Trent whined, reminding you of a little kid that doesn’t know how to deal with the frustration.

“You want the Klopp you know to stay” you brushed his tears. “And if he hadn’t made this decision, prioritising his mental health, soon the Klopp you know wouldn’t be the same”

“I know. Can we talk maturely later? I just wanna complain and mourn now” he asked you sincerely, which made you giggle.

“Sure we can” you smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. “Let’s get you in your pyjamas, uh?”

Trent nodded, letting you guide him through your shared house, dragging his feet behind you.

When you got to your room, you let him sit on the bed and looked for the warmest pyjama you could find, coming back and chuckling when he raised his arms so you could undress him.

“You’re a big baby” you whispered, but helped him with a smile. After changing his trousers as well, you caressed his cheek. “Anything else?”

“Can we cuddle?” Trent pouted, and you wanted nothing that to melt against him.

“Yeah” you smiled, pecking his lips. “I’ll just get changed”

“One of my shirts, please?” he pleaded and you nodded, choosing your favourite. Whatever your man with big brown eyes asked for.

When you finally laid beside him, Trent hugged your body instantly, covering you both with his heavy blanket.

“Do you want to watch something?” you asked him, relaxing against the fluffy mattress.

“Can we watch that tv show you’re always watching?”

“The Vampire Diaries?” you chuckled, searching for the streaming on your huge tv - Trent likes to think he’s in the cinema.

“What? It’s entertaining” he shrugged, holding you tighter.

“Fine, let’s see where we stopped”

“Damon was telling Elena he loves her” he whispered, making you laugh.

“Next time you think of complaining about watching it I’ll punch you”

“I don’t hate it, I just don’t like when you can’t give me attention because you’re watching it!” Trent snorted, but you just rolled your eyes at him.

“Big baby”

“Yeah, but I’m your baby, right?” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against your neck.

You knew he was trying to take his mind out of the fact he had just lost one of the most important things he had in life, so you played the tv show and started scratching his scalp, sighing when he snuggled his body against yours.

“It’s late, pookie” you told him after a lot of episodes. “You need to sleep”

“I don’t want to” Trent pouted, but you just scratched his scalp and turned the TV off.

“Look at me” you asked, after a few seconds in silence. You could see his big eyes due to the lampshade light, and the way they were shining broke your heart a little. “You still have a few months with him, baby. It’s ok to feel sad and cry and it’s ok to want him to stay knowing he won’t, but I just want you to enjoy the time you still have with him, can you do this for me?”

Trent nodded like a kid, and your heart pounded when you noticed the way he gulped.

“I love you” he kissed your collarbone, hiding his face in the crook of your neck the way he likes to do. His shoulders shook a bit and you sighed, getting comfortable before caressing his back.

“You can let it go now, Trent. It’s just you and me” you whispered, holding your own tears when his strong sobs shook his body violently.

Holding him tight during the whole time he cried, you thanked the universe for the opportunity to hold your boy in his most fragile state, kissing his head to brush the thought of him crying alone out of your own.

“It’ll be okay” you whispered, relaxing when the violent cry turned into tiny sobs and then stopped. It was only when Trent fell asleep that you allowed yourself to feel sad about the news, letting a few tears roll down your face.

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