#wacky drabble dribble

[daisynik7]

cw: established relationship, smut - car sex (cowgirl), cunnilingus, creampie, spit used as lube

Author's Note: Been a minute since I wrote a smutty Nanami drabble and I thought of this today while in heat LOL. Enjoy! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

Thinking about you and Nanami sneaking off during your company holiday party to fuck each other silly in the car. 

He’s your plus one tonight, dressed to the nines in his signature suit and tie, looking as dashing as ever. You’re in the new dress he bought you, the perfect fit, matching subtlety with him. He hasn’t been able to take his hands off you, one always draped over your shoulders, behind your back, or around your waist. He squeezes you gently whenever one of your wacky coworkers says something inappropriate or unhinged, even firmer if it’s your boss saying it. When you’re both sat at the table, waiting for dinner to be served, he places his hand on your knee, holding you because he just can’t stop touching you, especially in this dress. 

Dinner and two glasses of wine in, you warn him that it’s almost time for the speeches, which are notoriously long and boring. Feeling frisky, he stands up, pulling you with him, briefly explaining to the others at your table that you have to excuse yourselves for whatever reason. They don’t bat an eye, too immersed in their own drinking and merriment to even care where you two run off to. 

Nanami opens the car door for you, like a true gentlemen, beckoning you into the backseat. And unlike a gentleman, he slaps your ass on the way in, chuckling to himself as you playfully yell at him. He follows, locking the car from the inside, already shedding his blazer off. You do the same with your dress, but he stops you, a wild look in his eyes. “Keep this on. I want to fuck you in it.”

You fold the fabric up your thighs until it’s bunched around your waist, allowing you to spread your legs wide enough to display your cunt to him. Of course you aren’t wearing underwear. In fact, he told you not to, intending to do this to you from the very start. If there’s anything you’ve learned about your husband in the last year or two, it’s that he’s recently developed a kink for spontaneous car sex. Not that you’re complaining. 

He dives in, spreading his tongue and smearing his spit all over your aching clit. He’s quick and vicious with it, desperate for your orgasm so he can feel it all around him when he eventually slides his cock inside you. It doesn’t take long for you to give it to him, and once you do, he hoists you onto his lap, kissing you sloppily with his cum-coated lips. You straddle him, grinding against him, your wetness leaking onto his slacks. He pulls out his cock, throbbing in his fist, staring at you with a hazy expression. “Spit on it.” 

You give him a smile and a smooch before dribbling a thick wad of your saliva straight onto his shaft. He shudders, coating his entire length with it, stroking it fast in his grip. He circles the wetted tip around your swollen clit before sliding inside you, letting out a guttural moan as soon as he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he grunts, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead, cupping your cheek softly in the palm of his hand. 

You nuzzle into his touch, rocking yourself back and forth on him. “Fuck me, Kento. And don’t hold back.”

And he doesn’t, fucking you hard and rough, making you temporarily forget about that silly holiday party still happening inside. They have no clue that you’re getting fucked stupid in the backseat of your car by your husband. That he’s tearing this pussy up with every brutal thrusts he pounds into you, his thumb massaging deep into your core, greedy for your orgasms. 

Neither of you care what a mess you’re making, his hair matted on his sweaty forehead, your dress wrinkled and ruined, his slacks splotched with damp spots from your slick leaking out. It gets even messier when he comes inside you, unable to stop some of his creamy load from seeping into the fabric of his pants.  

Without much of an effort, the two of your pull yourselves together enough to head back to the party. Nanami wraps his jacket around his waist, looking ridiculous, and you ignore the curious stares of your coworkers as they eye the suspicious winkles on your dress. 

It doesn’t matter anyways; you only return in time to collect your bonus. Once it’s in your hands, you thank your boss and excuse yourselves for the rest of the night, ready for round two, three, and four in the comfort of your own home. 

[avonne-writes]

Truth serum/spell for the fanfic situation prompts!

Maybe it’s some wacky Nazi truth serum they use during interrogations.

Gale gets dosed, but he’s so good at keeping his thoughts internal that they don’t get any information out of him.

BUT the second he’s alone with Bucky again, he can’t help but confess his feelings to the man he’s been pining for for years. (Maybe it’s a little angsty and Gale is crying/upset because he feels like the secrets he’s kept so closely guarded this whole time are being forced out of him and he’s ruining his friendship with Bucky)

Very old ask, I’m sorry it took so long! With a truth serum prompt, I couldn’t go any other way - I had to write a Reverie drabble. (Some of this probably won't make sense if you haven't read Reverie, but to sum it up quickly, John and Gale have a soulmate bond that allows them to connect in their dreams. Gale is captured and interrogated by the Germans.)

Warning for non-graphic description of torture and drugging.

Cold. The sensation is a cloak around Gale's shoulders where he sits stripped down to his undershirt and tied to a chair. It’s a veil over his eyes as he stares into the ruthless gaze of the interrogator across the table, as the indifferent expressions of the Nazi doctors surround him. It’s a gaping wound in his chest where he carved out everything that kept him warm over the years and locked it behind a wall. I'm sorry, John, I’m so sorry -

One of the men in the white lab coats moves forward, and Gale starts trashing but it's futile, his binds hold fast, and the injection prickles the tender inside of his left elbow to pour fire into his veins.

“No, no more, get away from me!” Gale snarls and tries to headbutt the man, but the others dart forward and hold him down, keep his head turned away and steady as more pain pierces his arm. Two more injections.

He's helpless against the torture of it all.

When they captured him, he was determined to face their interrogations stoically. They wouldn’t get anything out of him, he thought. Pain isn’t unfamiliar company, neither is hunger, and Gale knows how to grit his teeth through anything when he has to. His only weakness, the only thing he held precious, he cut off himself. He has always been good at making tough calls like that. But nothing could have prepared him for the enemy using his own mind to work against him. The primal fear that coursed through him when they first brandished those needles, the way his heart raced in panic when they held him in place and pushed concoction after concoction into him.

He doesn’t know what they’re giving him, but it always hits him the same way. Hot flashes and sweat rolling down his body, mixing with the salty wetness that leaks from his eyes as his control slips away. Vicious waves of nausea and shaking as his heart beats frantically to cope with the drug in his blood. And the worst of it all - the spirals, checkerboards, funnels flooding his vision.

Reality unravels like a ball of yarn.

Someone slaps him, and he blinks at dark, unfamiliar eyes as an accented voice asks him questions he barely understands. How much time has passed? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know. There’s no window in this cell, and no concept of time in a space filled with sluggishly undulating patterns. Rippling walls, funnels in place of eyes, checkered patterns on his own hands. Are they his own hands?

The questions keep coming. If he doesn’t reply, they hit him again, and his confusion strips him of his ability to lie. He says the first thing on his mind. The cuts on his cheek hurt. His arm is on fire. Saliva and bile dribble from his mouth, but they wipe it off. Sounds and shapes become a blur. Then they're asking about John. They want Gale to get information out of him.

“I don't know.” Gale mumbles to all of their questions, because he really doesn’t. He severed the connection. He had to. He doesn’t know how John's doing now, whether he is on another mission or directing things from the ground. He hopes he can forgive Gale one day. He hopes they see each other again. He hopes they survive.

The Germans curse in frustration. They don’t believe him when he says he doesn’t know. He's untied and lifted from the chair, and one of the doctors whispers in his ear, tells him to stop being stubborn, for Christ's sake. Manic, Gale laughs weakly. They don’t believe him, but he’s telling the truth. No matter how strong his mind is, it’s no match for this - this truth serum, but they can’t hurt John through him.

Unceremoniously, he's thrown on a cot and tied down again, then there's another prick at his arm, and he falls asleep.

Shapeless dreams swirl around him as he tries to grasp at something to anchor himself. Memories of voices and emotions, love and fear and pain until he finds himself sitting crumpled by a brick wall so tall that he can’t see where it ends. One look around tells him that he’s back in flight school, at the base where he met John in person for the first time. He can’t place the wall anywhere in those memories, but he gives up trying soon enough because funnels start opening all around him, sucking patches of ground into their bottomless depths between the barracks, and there's no escape.

A hand shakes his shoulder. “Hey, Buck.”

Gale jumps. “John!”

He's not supposed to be here. It’s hard to remember why, but Gale knows this instinctually, so he fists a hand in John's uniform shirt and pushes at him, trying to force him out of his dream, but John doesn’t react at all.

“The boys and I figured we could go dancing tonight. You should come.” John grins as if everything was right in the world. “I'll show you what it's all about.”

“You shouldn't be here.” Gale screws his eyes shut and hugs John's broad frame.

Suddenly, the dream shifts and blurs, then refocuses once they're standing on the shore of a lake, dark blue surface glittering in the sunshine. Pebbles click against each other in Gale's palm. Without thinking, he throws one into the water. It skips a few times before it sinks.

“This is boring, Buck. I wanna go dancing.” John says beside him.

Again, Gale jolts as lucidity comes back, and he drops the pebbles to shake John by his shoulders. “Go away!” He snaps, overcome by an inexplicable fear. “I won’t let them hurt you -”

A sharp pain lances through him, like glass shards cutting into his limbs, and he doubles over in his dream, whimpering. He doesn’t know how long he stays like that, but when his agony subsides, he’s in a roughly structured space, where everything is blurry, even John's face. It looks like a dorm room, and Gale remembers it as the night he told John he and Marge had slept together. Feeling dizzy, he climbs on the bed and wraps his arms around John. With his face tucked into the crook of John's neck, he starts crying.

“I love you.” He confesses to John. He’s been aching to say it for so long, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. “I've loved you since I was seventeen.”

The coppery taste of déjà vu fills Gale's mouth. John's body disappears, and Gale is left alone with a blurry wall and another burst of pain. It builds and builds, in his temples and wrists and every vein, the pressure increases until he screams. He wants to pound his fists on that wall because something tells him that relief lies behind it, but a part of him pushes back. Never destroy the wall. Never. Never. Never. So Gale sits there and screams for John until his throat feels scraped raw. Then, there's nothing.

He wakes up dizzy and nauseous, as is usual since they started injecting him. How many days ago? He can’t tell. At least, until the next interrogation starts, he’s lucid and aware. Cautiously, he opens his eyes to look around, but he’s alone in the dark room, and nothing ties him to the bed. Light filters in through the gaps of the door.

Gale's arm itches as if it was stung by a thousand mosquitoes, but he doesn’t dare scratch it. What if the needle marks get infected? With a weak hand, he pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s a gesture he picked up as a child. It always helps him calm down. He thinks about his vivid, excruciating nightmares and breathes a sigh of relief. With his thoughts clear now, he knows that his hard work on building a barrier between him and John paid off. The Johns he saw in his dream were only figments of his imagination. The real John never came. He’s safe.

Triumph works better than any painkiller. For a moment, Gale's smiling.

Then, he hears the sound of boots on concrete. The door of his cell swings open, bathing the walls in sharp light that makes Gale squint at the German officer who approaches him. Gale braces himself for another round of interrogations, but the man just nods and tells him that they're transferring him.

Holding on tight to every tendril of his determination, Gale pushes himself to his feet and lets them take him to whatever new hell awaits.

Everything will be okay, as long as his soulmate is safe.

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[TRR] Sweet Surrender

As @wackydrabbles ramps up to celebrate 100 weeks of prompts, this week’s question is in the form of a writing challenge: A dribble, a drabble. Wacky drabbles can be up to 2k. Can you take this special prompt and write a short fic UNDER 300 words?

Prompt: I love it when [I/you/he/she/they/name] win(s).

This was ra request by @superharriet - I hope you enjoy it 💙Takes place not long after Gimme A Break, using all 300 words.

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“I cannot believe you’re making me do this,” Katrina groaned, taking the microphone from Liam’s hand.

“It’s this or three more weeks of Ronald Bilius Weasley.” Liam leaned over, draped his arm around her shoulders, and kissed her temple. “My little Won-Won.”

Their friends chatted and laughed in the room, as Harriet clicked through lighting effects. She settled on a sequence and sat back against a faux leather cushion, offering a grin to Katrina.

Katrina returned a smile to her new friend, a mid-semester international transfer student in her literature class. She stood on the X on the floor and waited for an image to pop up on the opposite wall, heart racing as Liam punched numbers into a remote. Soon, a punchy electric guitar intro filled the room, followed by a drum beat. She waited for the words to appear, and belted out the lyrics in time, closing her eyes each time she had to hit high notes, shaking her head at Liam’s song choice.

I believe in a thing called love / Just listen to the rhythm of my heart / There’s a chance we could make it now / We’ll be rocking till the sun goes down / I believe in a thing called love

Drake shook his head as Katrina rocked out to the song, taking a seat next to Liam. “Remind me again why we’re doing karaoke?”

Liam smiled, taking a swig of beer from the bottle in his hand. “Because I love it when I win,” he grinned. “Told Trina I’d call her Weasley for a month, because of a thing, and she surrendered after a week! This was a compromise.”

“You’re weird, you know that?”

Liam shrugged. “Maybe, but look at her!” They both paused to watch Katrina’s air guitar solo. “I’m falling for her.”

[phoenixrising0308]

Wacky Drabbles: FMO Keeping up with Jessica Garcia

Books: The Royal Romance Books all of them

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter: 

Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC)

Wacky Drabble A/U: This story exists on its own and may or may not be a part of their journey together. Traits, personalities, and characters are all the same. Some canon characters may appear but in a different manifestation and by no means exist in that form in Agent Phoenix A/U this is not meant to be anything other than an A/U onto itself. Catch up with wacky drabbles here

Disclaimer

This week’s wackydrabbles dribble challenge: What wacky habit, hobby, or interest does your MC or favorite character have? You have 500 words to tell us about it!

Chapter Summary: I think the title speaks for its self but what if Liam got a little case of FOMO because his favorite duchess is hiding something from him.

A/N: time zones I was so over trying to figure it out so I'm waving the fandom magical wand on this.

A/N2: JLI short hand for Jessica and Liam in the drabble verse

Song inspiration:  Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful

Word count: 495

Average reading time: 8 minutes

JLI Quarters

Liam woke up with his favorite duchess at his side. Her face was covered in chocolate, so were his silk bedsheets. In her hand the weapon… a melted bar of Hershey. Retirement was rough and sleep eating was something she did when she was troubled, along with talking to herself. He asked her for weeks what was troubling her and a typical response would be “Baby, you just don’t get it.” Deep down inside he was hurt this was the woman he nearly died for believed he was incapable of understanding what she was going through or worse that she couldn’t confide in him. Liam needed to know why she was always on edge on Thursday and devastated on Friday. Liam was desperate for answers and he turned to the men in her life that raised her he started off with Adam Garcia he was sympathetic but had nothing to offer other than to say “I’m not a fucken social worker ask her. I’m trying to hook up with her friend I can’t get involved brother.” Then he moved on to the man that attempted to taser him in the dick Mateo Garcia who greeted him with the usual “Que pasa Cabrón (What’s up dumbass)” and then he was offered a tip. The NYPD Captain told him it was simple to come home at 1:15 pm to see what she was up to. Liam did just that.

At 1:15 pm he abruptly entered the home they shared and saw Jessica hysterically crying into a bag of Doritos with a few empty cans of Coke Zero Cherry. He sat next to the love of his life and held her into his arms and asked “Love, is this why you’ve been so upset every week?”

“See, I told you you wouldn’t understand.”

“So explain it to me.”

“The media ruins everything. They were in love they have kids together and now she cant finish law school remember I couldn’t finish school? Remember I wanted a career but I couldn’t have one here?”

He pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and said “I see”

Jessica took a shaky breath and said, “I just want Kim to be happy she has been through so much. Kimye’s marriage was a timeless love story like ours. Look at what the tabloids did to us. They ruined everything.”

Liam sighed and said, “I know love. But out of all the love stories ever written, or produced ours is the best. We will stand the test of time. You are my happy beginning and ending. I can’t even begin to express how much you mean to me. Also, I have been following along Leo watches this and you know what I want Scott to get back with Kourtney myself.” He kissed her on the forehead and they watched the show in silence. And at the end, of the show they Kim K ugly-cried together while holding each other.

[storyofmychoices]

Winning [Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (OC) Book: Open Heart Rating: General *Fluff* Word Count: 299!

Synopsis: Bryce and Olivia can’t seem to stay away from each other, even during an Edenbrook baseball game.

Prompts: @choicesmaychallenge2021​​ “Closer” For @wackydrabbles​​ Challenge: A dribble, a drabble. Wacky drabbles can be up to 2k. Can you take this special prompt and write a short fic UNDER 300 words? Prompt: I love it when [I/you/he/she/they/name] win(s).

Her head fell against the cool concrete of the back of the dugout. The heat of his mouth on her neck was intoxicating. Olivia threaded her fingers through his silky, caramel hair, desperate to keep him there.

Bryce kissed his way up her neck and across her jaw, delighting in every soft hum of appreciation slipping from her pouty, ruby lips.

"I love it when we win," Olivia breathed through a delighted smirk. Her other hand caressed up his chest, over the Edenbrook baseball jersey, until both arms were wrapped around his neck.

"Me too." He drew her closer, holding her in his strong arms. His lips captured hers, softly and slowly, as though time itself didn’t exist.

"Ahem—" Ethan cleared his throat, followed by a deep sigh that pulled the two residents apart. "Need I remind you, we have not won yet." He grumbled, his arms folded across his chest. "You're up next, Lahela. If you can manage to separate yourself from Dr. Hadley long enough."

Olivia pressed her fingers to her mouth, stifling her nervous laughter at being caught.

Bryce nodded, although his attention never left Olivia. His eyes radiated under the glow of the late afternoon sun as he drank in her delicate features. He cradled her face tenderly; his thumb brushed over her porcelain cheek. "No...we already won," he insisted.

Olivia leaned into his touch, trying to hide her growing delight.

Ethan left in a huff, though neither resident seemed to notice. The outcome of the game made little difference to them. As long as they had each other, they had already won.

"I should go."

Leaning forward, Olivia brushed a kiss on his cheek. "Go get 'em."

"I always do." Bryce wagged his brow, winking in her direction before heading back to the field.

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[kingliam2019]

To celebrate the upcoming 100 weeks of the Wacky Drabbles. I’m participating in the @wackydrabbles  question of the week.

This week’s question: A dribble, a drabble. Wacky drabbles can be up to 2k. Can you take this special prompt and write a short fic UNDER 300 words?

Prompt: I love it when [I/you/he/she/they/name] win(s).

Rings were exchanged, cheer's were heard all through the Kingdom as the new King and Queen were pronounced. The Wedding party exited the Cathedral to the hall lined up awaiting the bride and groom to join them in the receiving line. As the guests waited their turn to greet and congratulate the new King and Queen, the New Queen took ahold of her King's hand intertwining their finger's as a pair of green eyes bore into her new Monarch's with disgust, after she congratulated her King, the Queen leaned into her ear with a broad smile and said : I love it when I win.

Sorry if I missed some tags..

[txemrn]

Our sweet friends @wackydrabbles are celebrating! Why? They have been prompting, reading, sharing and posting fics for *almost* 100 weeks-- ONE HUNDRED WEEKS, Y'ALL! As they countdown to the BIG 1-0-0, they are hosting a variety of challenges to win fun prizes.

This Week's Question: A dribble, a drabble. Wacky drabbles can be up to 2k. Can you take this special prompt and write a short fic UNDER 300 words? (Prompt will be in bold)

I love it when [I/you/he/she/they/name] win(s).

Book: TNA

Word count: 300

Warning: a few curse words; a little angsty; a little fluffy

A/N: the characters belong to PB; I've actually been writing this story for a one-shot, but when I saw the WD prompt, I thought this would be so much more fun-- AND IT WAS; in my HC, this takes place around M&M's 8th Birthday, approximately 2 months after Italy.

*friendly reminder: adopt-- do NOT shop for your pets.

***

"Brynn?" irritation drips from Sam's bellow.

"Hi, sweetie!" Bounding from the kitchen, Brynn boasts a toothy smile. "I baked your--"

"Where is he?" Sam snarls, meeting her in the foyer.

"Huh?" She reaches to hug his waist. "Babe, did you have a bad--?"

"Don't play stupid. Where is he?" He shakes off her touch.

"Who?"

"The dog!" growls Sam, grabbing her shoulders. "Where the fuck is the dog?"

Brynn sighs, crossing her arms. "The boys are drying him--"

"He can dry outside. Take him back." Yanking at his tie, Sam storms towards his room.

"But, Sam," a sadness infiltrates her voice, "he's a stray--"

"Call animal control."

"They'll kill him!" she yelps. "Please, I told the boys we'd talk--"

"Then you can tell them that their babysitter makes empty promises." He slams the door.

Brynn tearfully tells the twins the news; however, she encourages them to demonstrate an act of kindness: rehoming the dog.

After making flyers, they locked the stray in the laundry room with blankets and water.

"We're gonna hang posters," Brynn hollers through Sam's door, "wanna come?"

No answer.

Brynn escorts the boys back to Central Park. After three hours of taping flyers and talking to neighbors, she and the twins return with no prospects.

"Sam?" she calls out as she heads to his room, noticing his door is open. She glances around the room before heading to his office.

She swings open the study door. "Sweetie--?" She stops in her tracks: no Sam.

She slowly swallows, remembering his anger. Keeping her cool, she darts to the laundry room to ensure the dog is still there. And not at the pound.

She twists the doorknob, carefully peeking around the door. Her breath hitches, fingers scrambling for her phone.

Oh my God.

I love it when I win.

***

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[zaffrenotes]

Little Thrills

As @wackydrabbles ramps up to celebrate 100 weeks of prompts, this week's question is in the form of a writing challenge: A dribble, a drabble. Wacky drabbles can be up to 2k. Can you take this special prompt and write a short fic UNDER 300 words?

Prompt: I love it when [I/you/he/she/they/name] win(s).

300 words under the cut!

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He tells himself it’s not about the money; it doesn’t need to be. The old jobs were an adrenaline rush, pushing himself and his car to the limit, but he lives for a different high these days.

His wife would scoff every time he’d head out to a race, but as long as he wasn’t reckless, she wouldn’t complain. He counts the bills thrice out of habit, before departing home.

Windows down, with the night air ghosting over his skin, he heads home a slightly wealthier man. He waits for a red light to check his phone, scanning over a text, and turns the wheel to the right. With a cursory glance over his left shoulder to make sure the road is clear, he races down the block to a new destination.

Thirty minutes later, he pulls up to a house identical to others along the street, save for a wind-chime hanging near the door. The three slim rods whistle whenever there's a breeze, but his favorite parts are the solar-powered crystals that light up at night; they're rainbow rocks in space from afar, suspended by wire.

Inside, the house is dim, but he can make out her familiar silhouette in the arch as he makes his way into the room, dropping a greasy bag on the coffee table, his eyes focused on her. She twirls the end of a braid between her fingers, wearing one of his trademark white shirts. "Baby's down." She looks up at him. "Well?"

He pulls a wad of cash from his pocket, setting it down next to the bag. She smiles, tugging the shirt over her head before pouncing on her husband, giggling as she attacks him with kisses. Logan's last thought as Jin unzips his jeans is I love it when I win.

[axwalker]

Now and Then 1: Beginnings

This will be a mini-series (4 or 5 chapters), and I’ll be using the weekly prompts of the lovely  @emceesynonymroll​  WACKY DRABBLES.

This week’s prompt is  #40: “Don’t you ever do that again” and will appear in bold.

Synopsis:  The story of Alexis’s and Drake’s friendship since they met when they were 10 years old until they become roommates after college. (AU) Fluff with a tad of angst. 

MASTERLIST

Warning: This is a +18 blog. Maybe NSFW in the future 

Pairing: Drake x ?, Alexis x ?

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry

Word count: 1496

Thanks to my beautiful beta reader @pedudley​

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One shots: @princessleac1​

Now and Then: @ravenpuff02​ 

September 2005

Lexie O’Brien and Drake Walker’s friendship started when they were 10 years old and she had challenged him and his friends to a soccer game. Lexie was fed up. The boys never wanted to play with her or her girlfriends, but they hogged the school’s soccer field every afternoon. She decided to fix it with a simple bet. If the girls won, the coach would have to create mixed teams.

At the end of the match, they were tied 4-4, but the coach was impressed by them and had accepted her proposition.

That afternoon, Drake found himself waiting with her for their parents to pick them up. Lexie sat with her chin resting on her knees, her orange backpack next to her. Drake noticed that it had a badge of Barcelona’s soccer team.

“Barcelona?” He asked, curious.

Lexie beamed at him. “Best team ever!”

“The best team ever is Liverpool,” he said, smugly.

She stood up excited. “What are you talking about?  Barcelona has Ronaldinho!” She took the ball and tried to dribble, unsuccessfully. “One day, I’ll dribble like him,” she declared in a dreamy voice.

He looked at her stupefied. “You’re really intense.”

“That’s what my mom says.” She shrugged.

“Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s working. My abuelita has a Mexican restaurant. Sometimes they’re too busy so she’s late. And your mom?”

Drake lowered his eyes, embarrassed. “She’s not in Cordonia. I live with my dad.” And he’s always late.

She nodded empathetically; adults were a mystery to her. She kneeled down and put her hand over his shoulder. “My dad left too.”  

Drake didn’t reply. He hated to talk about his family. After a silent moment, Lexie kicked a stone, angrily. They had been waiting for more than 30 minutes.  

She suddenly had an idea, she hoped he’d be onboard, but she wasn’t sure. Drake wasn’t the friendliest boy she had met. “Do you live far from here?”

Drake frowned, she sure was nosey. “Like fifteen minutes. Why?”

“Me too! In Valtoria Avenue. We can walk together.”

Drake was angry with his dad for being late. And leaving would teach him a lesson. But he didn’t want to go with her. She was only a girl.

“I’ll go, but you stay here. Your mom will come soon.” He threw his bag over his shoulder and started walking.

She ran and stood in front of him her hands on her hips. “Hey! It was my idea. I want to come too.”

He rolled his eyes, annoyed. “Whatever, just don’t get ran over by a car or something.”

“I know how to cross the street, smarty-pants,” she sassed, annoying him even more.

They walked silently for ten minutes when her stomach growled. “I think I’m hungry,” she admitted as she placed her hands on her belly.

“Yeh, I’m hungry too.”

“Look, Ben and Jerry’s!” She pipped pointing to their left.

He hesitated for a minute; His dad would be furious if he didn’t come home fast. But she seemed really hungry, and he could bet his entire collection of Pokémon cards that she was going to nag him all the way back to their houses, if she didn’t eat something. He had his allowance money in his pocket, so he decided to go for the ice cream.

They chatted all the way back, mostly about Harry Potter. Both of them liked the books more than the movies but they were both waiting the release of the ‘The Goblet of Fire’ frantically.

Her heart stopped when she saw a police car in front of her house. “My mom called the police. She’s going to kill me.”

Drake felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. “That’s my dad’s car, he’s a policeman.”

She widened her eyes. “Wow! That’s cool!”

“Not as much as you think, he’s never there,” he said with a small voice.

Soon, they saw a fuming Jackson and a furious Elena coming out of the house.

“Alexis! What were you thinking?” Elena was enraged but she hugged her daughter tightly. “What you did is so dangerous, Lexie.”

Lexie blushed furiously; she didn’t want to be scolded in front of Drake. “I’m not a little girl, mom.”

“Yes, you are, mija (my daughter). We’ll talk later. Now, go inside, I have to talk Mr. Walker.”, she said pointing her finger to the house

Lexie was about to protest, but her mother was the only human on earth that scared her. She entered the house obediently.

Jackson turned to his son. “You know how irresponsible this was, Drake?”

Drake refused to be reprimanded, it was his father’s fault. “You were late, dad. Again.”

Jackson knew his son was right, since Bianca had left with Savannah, he juggled to maintain a balance between his work and his fatherly duties. And he had to admit that he wasn’t doing a great job.

“That’s not an excuse, Drake. You can’t leave like that.”

Drake wanted to reply, but Jackson interrupted him, raising his hand. “No excuses. Don't you ever do that again. Understood?”

His son nodded and got in the car.

Jackson turned to Elena. “Is everything okay now, Ms. O’Brien?”

“Everything is fine now, thanks for coming with me to the house. I thought I was going to die when I didn’t see her at the school.” She nodded towards the car where Drake was waiting. “I bet he’s hungry. Poor little thing. You can eat with us. I brought tacos dorados from the restaurant. I don’t like to brag but they’re the best in the city” Without giving Jackson time to think, she went to the car and opened the door. “Come on, kid. Let’s go eat.”

Jackson considered his options. He could serve his son a frozen pizza and a bag of salad, or he could let him eat something cooked for once. “Thank you, Elena.”

Elena took Drake to Alexis’s room where she was still brooding. Her face lit up when she saw him. “Drake! I thought you left!”

“Your mom invited us to diner. Well, she actually didn’t give my dad a choice.” He grinned. “It was pretty cool. Usually, no one tells him what to do”

Lexie smiled, proudly. “That’s my mom. She’s very bossy.”

Drake looked around. Her room was chaotic. His dad complained a lot about his mess, but it was nothing compared to this.

He had expected a room like Savannah’s but, it actually was more similar to his own. She had soccer posters everywhere, of the wrong team, but still. She obviously hadn’t lied about loving Harry Potter, she had Hermione Granger’s and Ron Weasley’s pictures all over the walls.

“I thought you were a Harry’s kinda girl, Lex.”

No one had called her Lex before, but she liked it. “I like Harry, but my fave is Hermione. She’s so cool!”

He teased her, “the best friend? You do know that Harry is the main character, right?”

She shrugged. “I like Harry, but I prefer Ron and Hermione. He’s a good friend and she’s the smartest witch. Plus, I bet they’re in love.”

Drake grimaced before speaking. “The coolest is Sirius Black.”

She beamed at him as she pointed to the wall. There was a framed quote:

‘We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.’ Sirius Black.

Drake made the desk’s chair spin as he declared, “You’re cool for a girl.”

She squinted at him. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, you don’t like Barbies and you play soccer.” He shrugged.

She opened a trunk in the corner of her room. “I do like Barbies. A lot. I just like soccer too. My mom says there’s no girl’s and boy’s stuff. Just stuff”

He sat on the floor, crossing his legs. “My dad wouldn’t agree with that.”

She took out a game of Monopoly. “Is this guy enough for your dad? I have Battleship too,” she said, teasingly.

Drake shook his head; she was a huge pain in the ass, but he kind of liked her. “Monopoly is okay.”

From that day on, Drake and Jackson would often have dinner in the O’Brien’s house. Elena didn’t mind watching Drake when Jackson had a late shift, so the boy spent a lot of afternoons in their restaurant playing and doing homework with Lexie. Jackson took them camping as often as he could. The three of them loved stargazing, so Jackson built with them a homemade telescope to teach them everything he knew about the stars and the constellations. Elena took them to all the Harry Potter movies and book signings. They both loved the sea so one of their parents took them to the beach every weekend. They discovered a hidden cove and named it their place. They used to go there to share their secrets or build forts and sandcastles.

When they were at school, they had other friends as well, but no matter how much Olivia or Liam teased them or how often and fiercely they fought each other, their friendship grew older with them.