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Your group of avatars (pun definitely intended) got me interested in finally watching Korra. And now Lin is my favorite character. And now things...

Touch me like one of your french girls...

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› Freya lay in bed, a warm presence wrapped around her body. › She parted her eyes just enough to see what this warmth was. › The feeling of sleep still blurring her vision, she saw a figure laying next to her with bright red hair. › She closed her eyes again, thinking on this warm red-headed figure for just a moment.

› Freya awoke instantly at the realization that this was Tucker. › She immediately remembered the events of last night, how she's invited him to stay with her, how she'd led him to her room and how they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. › She couldn't believe it, but she didn't want this moment to end. › Freya drew closer to Tucker and closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep for a few moments. › She awoke again to the feeling of Tucker shifting around a bit, he seemed to be texting someone. › He put the phone back down and for a moment seemed to hesitate, but pulled himself close to her and draped an arm around her. › She opened her eyes slightly to meet his, the morning light gleaming in through the window danced on his cheek and seemed to make his whole face glow.

『H..happy New Year...』​

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› She whispered softly. › Her eyes locked with his and she couldn't help but smile.​

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『I'm...glad you decided to stay, Tucker.』​

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› She blushed, breaking eye contact and blushing with embarrassment, shuffling her feet under the warm covers. › She never wanted this feeling to end, but she knew the day had to begin. › Tucker looked back at the nightstand, where his phone lay. › She knew he probably had places to be. › She didn't care, she wanted to stay with Tucker forever. ​

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『Will you stay with me here...for a little while longer?』​

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‹|Frantically Nervous|›​

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› Freya stood there, staring at Tucker, his bright red hair blowing ever so softly in the gentle breeze.

『H-Hi..』​

› He barely managed to squeak out.

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『H...hey...』​

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› The awkward pair stood there for a second, just staring at each other. Tucker broke the silence asking if it'd be okay to come in. Forgetting herself for a moment she awkwardly fumbled around her words.​

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『C-come on into the inside..eh..come in, please...』​

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› She was barely able to think straight. She took his coat and placed it on the rack and ushered him into the kitchen, where she'd been preparing his favorite meal (Whatever that may be, coughDinnycough). ​

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『Have a s-seat, right over here.』​

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› Her heart was pounding in her chest as she nervously brought two plates to the table, her hands shaking. Tucker looked conflicted between the smell of his favorite food and her presence.​

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『Would you like something to drink?』​

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› She had spent the whole day at the market trying to figure out what he liked to drink, in the end, she had, embarrassingly enough, brought home just about one of every type of drink she thought he might like. After making his decision, she poured them both a tall glass and sat down for what was sure to be the most awkward dinner of her life.​

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『T-Tucker, I'm sorry about the other day, when I got all...emotional and sort of maybe poured out my heart a little..I didn't mean to put you in such a position...I-』​

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› Tucker put his hand up and reassured her that he was alright, and told her how sorry he was that it ended the way it did, but he was happy that they were spending time together. Freya was relieved, but she was still curious about one thing. ​

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『S....So did...anything strange happen that day? Just...just curious?』 ​

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› He thought for a moment, and remembered the near-accident he'd been in after almost falling asleep at the wheel. She was shocked, for a moment, but realized he must obviously have been okay, if he was sitting across from her now.​

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『I'm glad you're okay, Tucker, I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you I...I really care about you.』​

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› As the two talked and ate, the meal came to a close, putting away the dishes and leftovers, the two continued to talk about everything and nothing, sharing stories of their childhood, and their hopes and ambitions. The two made their way to the couch and before either of them knew what had happened, hours had passed.​

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『It's...getting late, isn't it?』​

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› He looked at the clock and realized the time. Freya looked off into the distance for a brief moment.​

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『Y..you know...you don't have to go home if..if...you don't want to...』 ​

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› Tucker looked at Freya, who was avoiding eye contact, and took a deep breath.​

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(He then answered either yes or no and we will have to wait and see until Dinny gets back about whether or not he stays and gives her some aggressive cuddling, but either way, Freya's in bed.)​

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IIRC it was performed by them but written by the N-man.

I may be mistaken.

Make that 4

Sorry for the crappy quality I'm too lazy to dig deeper into youtube

//Jumps on the bandwagon again

I need to start reseeding my lawn.

//jumps on the bandwagon

Until the day I die, why not?

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‹|Nervous|›​

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› Freya stood in a dark room, there were no lights anywhere, she couldn't see the figure, she tried to call out to it, but there was no answer. › She sat there for god knows how long, calling out for anyone anything...nothing. › Freya was ready to give up on everything.

› She snapped awake. › What was that dream? › What did it mean? › She wished she knew.​

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2 NEW MESSAGEs​

From: Tucker To: Freya › Think we can make it a little earlier? Like, 5? Been a rough day, I don't really want to be alone. I'll help you cook : )​

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From: Tucker To: Freya › Uh hey, I'm not canceling. I promise I won't, but um, I'm sorry if I'm in a terrible mood later today haha things aren't going so well. But don't worry at all about me! Just sorry if I'm not as chipper as usual lol )​

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› She felt like she was going to throw up. › She quickly dialed Tucker to apologize. › When he answered, he didn't quite sound like himself, but he tried to put on a happy demeanor for her. She could tell, and it hurt her.

『Tucker, I'm so sorry! I-I don't even know what happened, please, forgive me!』 ​

› Despite the fact that he understood, and forgave her almost instantly, she still felt horrible about the whole ordeal. She had to do something to make it up to Tucker, but she didn't know what.

『Tucker, would you like to come over today, then? I promise today I'll make you your favorite meal.』 ​

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› Freya couldn't help but feel sick, even after Tucker agreed to come over. › She knew that normally she wouldn't be this wound up over something like this, especially since she knew it had been an accident, and Tucker had forgiven her, but there was something else, something bigger that made her guilt so much worse. › She decided to get ready for the day. › About halfway through her shower she felt so nauseous she had to vomit. › It would have been a much worse endeavor, but she hadn't had anything to eat in over 24 hours. › Perhaps that was why she felt so sick...perhaps some breakfast...

Good job everyone! ( except me )

//runs away forever

;_;

Those high notes, Fearless, I'm peanutbutter and jellyfish

Cal, you're gonna make me cry, that power

@Mish - eek, so cute

@Shyy - //punk concert dance moves

You guys, I'm cry.

@Anixe, dat man voice

@Jayn ...d-doki doki desu

+9001 respect points for Jiku Neon

Let's make sexbabies

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‹|Nervous|›​

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› Freya arrived home just as a text from Tucker came buzzing through to her phone.

1 NEW MESSAGE​

From: Tucker To: Freya › Hey, don't apologize at all! It's my fault, I'm sorry for acting like I did. I just didn't really know what to say… um, I hope you're alright though! I'm absolutely fine, please don't worry. We should meet up again and talk soon : ).​

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› Her heart skipped a beat. Tucker was okay, and not only that, he wanted to meet with her. › Tucker was never one to engage in any sort of activity with Freya, this was a good sign. Ì ̛to̵̶̧l̨d͝ ͜͠y̴̡͠o̕͟u̶͠҉, ̴̴y͠o̷u͠ ͠͏c͏̢a̵ǹ̀ t҉͟r̶͟͝u̕st̢ ͘͟m̴̕͡e͟​

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COMPOSE NEW MESSAGE​

From: Freya To: Tucker › Sure, how is tomorrow night? My place?...I'll make you dinner.​

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› She sent off the message, her heart pounding. › Was this really happening? › She could hardly contain herself. › For the first time in a very long while, Freya smiled and couldn't stop. › From the moment she sent the message, until she crawled into bed and fell asleep, Freya's happiness refused to quit. › Things were going her way. S͝w̷̛҉e̵͟e̢t̴̢͞ ͏dr̨e͟a̷̷m҉͢s̀