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rk1kheadcanons · 3 years

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Markus and Connor are secret dating b/c Connor doesn't wanna be out to the world yet. The Jericrew (-Connor) go drinking and Markus gets *drunk* and starts rambling about his boyf after he rebuffs an advance made by a lady at the bar super sappily, but no matter how hard the others press him, they just get "oh, his eyes are the color of warm chocolate..." answers as to who this boyf is

You would never know Markus was drunk.

He didn’t stutter or slur when he spoke, he didn’t sway or trip over his feet. He didn’t giggle goofily or speak overly loud. He was perfectly composed, as much the charismatic android sober as he was when he was intoxicated.

What he did do, however, was go on long monologues like a Shakespearian stage actor.

Which would be fine, if Markus’ favorite subject to wax poetic about wasn’t his mysterious boyfriend, whom he’d sworn not to reveal the identity of until they were ready. Which would also be fine, if that mysterious boyfriend wasn’t Connor, who was often sitting right next to him (and slowly but surely bluescreening his way into that big Windows XP wallpaper in the sky) as he sang and lathered compliment after compliment, steadily giving away clues that were so blatant that it was a miracle that no one had figured them out yet.

Markus never remembered what he’d done the next day, and whenever Connor mercilessly played back his memories, his poor lover was as embarrassed as he was apologetic. Connor could hardly begrudge him (frankly he didn’t know what sane person on this planet could ever begrudge Markus, but that was just Connor’s correct opinion). What could they even do about it? Should he demand Markus consciously control himself? It wasn’t like Connor was any better at it. Give the RK800 too many AMB’s (Adios Motherboards) and he would be on top of the nearest table and scream-singing his every professionally repressed emotion, regardless if it was a karaoke bar or not. Hence why he never imbibed more than he could handle when they were around their friends. The last thing he wanted to do was sloppily propose to Markus after a long and terrible rendition of K-Ci and JoJo.

And Connor wouldn’t dream of telling Markus to measure the contents of his drink like Connor did. Not when his breaks were so rare, and getting him to relax and let loose was like pulling teeth.

It was just in the cards that their big revelation as a couple would be in a random bar at 3AM, with Markus saying something along the lines of “my boyfriend’s name starts with a C and rhymes with Donner”, and Connor had made peace with that.

“Scarlet woman!” Markus cried, at some random bar at 3AM, surrounded by their drunken comrades. Ah, would this be the night? Connor thought, on the correct side of buzzed as he watched on from the table right next to them, a heady mix of dread and amusement running through his computer soul. “Jezebel! How d a r e you solicit my happily taken hand!”

The waitress, who looked like she regretted serving their table, let alone attempting to get the number from the happily taken hand, raised her hands in surrender. “Sorry, sorry,” she said peaceably and with the calm air of someone who dealt with drunks as a job choice, “just trying to shoot my shot, ya know?”

Markus nodded at her magnanimously, because he was a kind and forgiving man even as a drunken buffoon. “Fret not. I pardon you of this most heinous slight, for if you knew the one to own my heart, you would understand that no other could compare.”

“Sure thing dude,” she said goodnaturedly, packing up and replacing drinks around their tables expertly, and parting with a “have a good night Romeo.”

“But who can no other compare to? WHOMST??” asked North, throwing her torso onto the table and looking up at Markus pleadingly.

“We’ve ruled out Jerry #451, Claudia, Baris from accounting, and Jerry #36,” Simon rattled off. He was looking down at a napkin that he had scribbled the names of all of their potential suspects. “I’ve got it. It’s Baris.”

North rolled her eyes. “We already said it wasn’t Baris.”

“Ohhh. Right, right.” Simon nodded his head and continued to not cross off the names of the people they had decided against, as he had been doing all night.

“How about you describe them a little?” Josh put in, reasonable, and therefore slightly less wasted than everyone else. “Hair color? Height? Eyes? Something?”

“Nay, I must not speak thusly!” Markus declared, back of his hand over his forehead and everything. “For if I were to tread down that forbidden road, I would surely not be able to stop myself from breaking our sacred oath of secrecy!”

“Oh my goOOOOOOOd I hate this fucking oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaath,” North threw her head back and cried to heavens, which, considering her positon, was probably going to be hell on her neck come morning. “Come on! Break your oath! Be like Thor and wield oathbreaker goddamnit!”

“You might be thinking of Stormbreaker,” Connor added, the need to try and reason with alcoholics apparently embedded in his programming.

North narrowed her eyes at him, or rather his torso, since her chin was very resolutely still resting on the table. “If you think I’m thinking right now then you are drunker than I am.”

Connor lifted his barely touched glass to her in a toast because how dare she be lucid enough to clap back so quickly. A well deserved rebuttal fucking cheers.

“Glasses!” Josh exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “Do they wear glasses? That should narrow down some people.”

“That’s right! That’ll tell us if they’re an android or not. Androids don’t wear glasses! Our eyes are like...fucking...better and shit!”

“Unless….” Simon narrowed his eyes, pausing dramatically. “....they do.”

North gasped. Josh put his hands on either side of face, muttering; “holy fucking shit he’s right.”

Markus scoffed. “Their eyes do not hide behind paltry spectacles! His beautiful orbs, so soft and caring when his gaze lands upon my person, seeing into my very soul, are the warmest chocolate brown!”

‘Ah shit here we go,’ Connor thought, wishing not for the first time that he could just down his drink and join everyone else in blissful, idiotic cavorting. The soft, melodic piano and crooning words of All My Life playing over the speaker stayed his hand. Best not take any chances

“HE!” Simon burst out, tipping over in his chair. “He say he! Them is He!”

“Are we talkin’ Hershey’s or Dove?”

“Ghirardelli you fucking plebs!”

“Oi!” North banged her hand on the table so hard it left a handprint indented in the wood. It was one amongst many however, and not all of them left by their party. Such was the price for serving android drinks at a human bar - you either shelled out for sturdier furniture or the dents and chips became a charming aspect of your décor. “Don’t get spicy with us Sir Lancelot!”

“Apologies fair maiden,” Markus responded easily. He took her hand delicately and made a sweeping bow over it. “Alas, my passions got away from me.” He dropped her hand and whirled around, coat billowing with the movement and most assuredly by accident, placing both hands to his thirium pump. “Conjuring up the magnificent images that is the love of my life oft times sends my emotions into a tizzy! His hair; cloud like in my grasp as I run my fingers threw earthen chestnut tendrils - ”

‘Hhhhhhhhhhhhn so many adjectives Markus whyyyyyyyyyy,’ Connor wheezed internally. He didn’t bother trying to keep down his blush. Markus was nowhere near done laying on the compliments and he’d be subjecting himself to an endless loop of canceling the process. Besides, he could just blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol - wait no. What!? WHAT. Connor looked down at his drink and saw, to his mounting horror, that the glass was emptier than it had been a few minutes ago. Goddamn his automated rest mode cycle for transforming into fidgeting whenever he was nervous! He resolutely pushed the glass out of his immediate reach.

Nines, who was quietly sitting next to him, hunched over and taking notes on his own napkin, snapped his head up to attention when the glass brushed against his arm. His younger brother was looking from Connor to Markus, eyes narrowed suspiciously as Markus carried on. Connor didn’t like that look at all. It was always a risk inviting Nines to their little outings, the only thing Connor could bank on was Nines passing out - as his dear little bro was a notorious light weight - before his deductive skills could pierce through his drunken haze. Apparently Nines had chosen tonight of all nights, where Markus had never been more obvious about their relationship, to bloody pace himself.

If he could, Connor would be sweating bullets.

“ - a wit SO SHARP!!” Markus declared, foot now planted on his chair and shaking his fist to the ceiling as if it had insulted one of Carl’s paintings, “that neither an UNDEAD HOARD nor a POLITICIAN’S EGO could survive it’s precision strike!!”

“Brown hair, brown eyes, banger body, smarty pants, good at analyzing shit, likes animals” North listed off, holding a hand up and ticking a finger down. “Well that rules out all the Jerrys; they’re all redheads and they’re pretty aggressive about it - except for Jerry #86. Is your man-squeeze Jerry #86?”

“No no no last I heard Jerry #86 is dating Hatsume Miku’s bodyguard; Android Lucy Lawless.” said Simon.

“Tch. Lucky,” pouted North.

“Oh wow, she really kept that name huh?” Josh said, voice faint with wonder and disbelief. “That’s such a mouthful.”

“And who are you to question a Queen!?” snapped North.

“Huzzah and many blessings to the fortuitous couple!” Markus cheered, toasting a stein of frothy blue intoxication that looked as cartoonish as it did poisonous to the sky, knocking it back in several impressive gulps and slamming it back on the table. “BUT NEITHER OF THEM CAN COMPARE TO THE BEAUTY AND GRACE THAT IS MY LOVE!!” he boomed, louder and more British by the second. “WHO’S CURIOSITY AND INTELLECT A CHERISHED BOON TO I, BUT A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION TO HIS ENEMIES - !”

North slapped her hand on the table several times, the proverbial light bulb lighting up in her eyes - oh. No not proverbial. There was currently little lightbulb emojis pictured in her pupils. Yet another drunken download added to the bill. Connor was glad he’d drawn the long straw on ‘irresponsible buying duty’ tonight. No doubt there would be a lot of strange receipts to sort through in the morning. “Oh! I know I know! It’s Josh!”

So startled by this declaration/accusation, Josh jumped in his seat. “What!?”

“Brown hair, brown eyes, hot, obnoxious, smart - everything FITS!”

“...he didn’t say obnoxious,” Josh muttered, then physically shook sanity back into himself. “It can’t be me. I think I’d know if I was dating Markus!”

Simon leaned in closer towards Josh, arm on the table, determination in his mien. “But what if…” Without breaking eye contact with his friend, he smoothly cracked open his Thirium berry blast bahama mama banana punch wine cooler, and proceeded to pour it just two centimeters off from his glass, all over the table. “You don’t know.”

Josh was shook in the face of this evidence. North narrowed her eyes so hard that they were just closed at this point. “Highly suspicious.”

“No. Nooooo. No? No! Of course I’m not. Right Markus?”

Markus steepled his fingers together and cackled in a way that most people would find concerning, but Connor just found it adorable. He would saving that in his memory banks. “I’ll never tell~,” he sing songed.

“H i g h l y s u s p i c i o u s.”

“I know who it is,” Nines suddenly said, calm but with such confidence that he was easily heard amidst the ruckus. He had his elbows planted on the table, chin resting upon his entwined fingers. Steele grey eyes swept over the now quiet group, everyone waiting with baited breath.

“Grant us your wisdom ‘o soothsayer,” Markus whispered, eyes wide with anticipation and literally perched on the edge of his seat. Connor seriously measured the pros and cons of just throwing his portion of the tab on the table and yeeting himself out of the window.

“It’s Sixty.”

Immediately the room erupted into scoffs and hisses of disbelief. North gave him a thumbs down and cupped her hand to her mouth, letting a long, “Booooo!”

“Why are you booing me I’m right!”

“BoooOOooOOOOOoooooo!” Markus, Josh and Simon joined in.

Connor blinked, and suddenly felt all of his concerns about Nines’ being the lynch pin in solving this mystery evaporate. If Markus transformed into a C grade Shakespeare impersonator when drunk, and Connor subconsciously wanted to be recruited by America’s Got Talent, then Nines became a consummate dumbass.

“That’s it!” North exploded. “Ten dollars says it’s Jerry #92! I caught him in a wig once!” She stood up, her chair sliding back from the force, and slammed a note on the table.

Simon also stood up with equal intensity. “Twenty says it’s Josh!” He reached into his pocket and slammed its contents onto the table. When he removed his hand six lego pieces, a My Little Pony leg, and two actual diamonds were revealed. Connor hoped dearly that the bartender cut Simon off soon.

“It’s not me!” Josh said exasperated. He paused, then pointedly pulled out some money and threw it in the pot as well. “I put forty on Brenden.”

“Bull! Shit!” North declared. “Fitness guru Brenden!? No way!”

“He fits the criteria.”

“I doubt ‘How To Tell If An Android Has Welded on Parts from China vs Russia in their Selfies’ videos on his YouTube channel is the kind analysis Markus was talking about.”

“You don’t know that! He didn’t specify...”

As the two continued to argue, with Simon chiming in with some non sequitur, and Nines tutting about these ‘ignorant fools and their blindness to the evidence presented’, Connor looked over to Markus. He was quiet. He had his elbow perched precariously on the edge of the table, his cheek resting on his fist, a small hat (that was not there literally two minutes ago) was on his head, folded from one of the bar napkins.

And he was looking at Connor as if he hung the moon and stars.

‘How could the world not already know,’ Connor thought, soft and warm inside, happy merely to be in his line of sight, ‘When he looks at me like that?’

Connor picked up his glass and lifted it. “One hundred dollars on Sixty.”

Chaos erupted. Nines threw his arms up and hooted like he’d won the super bowl. Josh tried to explain to him how that was mathematically impossible. North shook her head and warned him that he would live on the streets with an answer like that. Simon pulled out a Yu-Gi-Oh! Card and said he would give him this Charizard if he agreed with him that Josh was Markus’ secret boyfriend. Connor withheld himself from trying to convince drunk people that this was not how betting worked.

Maybe Connor shouldn’t worry so much about their relationship being discovered after all. At this rate, no one would know about he and Markus being together until the wedding invites.

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indianamoonshine · 3 years

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chapter ii | sundaes and princes

summary: every summer you work on your father’s strawberry farm with your three sisters. it’s a way to take a break from the big city but summers in the midwest are hot and they linger. this year, your father’s old and mysterious friend shows up to stay on your land for a reason yet to be determined. din djarin seems dangerous, but kind enough, and the two of you quickly become…well, let’s fact it…smitten. rating: m (18+) for future and explicit sexual content. author's note: reader is well over eighteen for obvious reasons. i won’t ever go into physical detail about the reader’s appearance because we include everyone. this fic is pretty much a mix between pride & prejudice and call me by your name except without the und*rage crap we do not condone. warnings: drinking, a bit of blood mentioned because of a slight accident.

dinner was loud, as expected, which made it difficult for you to hear the guest sitting beside you.

you'd been zoning out ever since din's eyes met yours from across the table. he'd been kind enough to listen to a woman named dima who was known to be a bit of chatterbox. she meant well, but most of the time she spoke it was about her family or her dog which had a tendency to put anyone sucked into her trap into "rest mode". nevertheless, din listened carefully and nodded when nods were appropriate and smiled when smiles were pertinent. the man was pleasantly charming, grin faint but with affable disposition. it wasn't any wonder when those around him continued to ask questions about himself, to which he answered with vague reserve.

while dinner was entertaining enough, it lagged on more than you'd anticipated. the roast was tender and well seasoned, simmering with heat, and the company praised your culinary skills with hearty acclamation. afterwards, the guests separated into their respectable groups, jubilant conversations echoing about the yard. your sisters were busy amongst their own crowds with faces familiar since childhood, letting out a chorus of laughter whenever someone said something amusing. they were your confidants as well, but you were so distracted by the mess left behind that you couldn't help but start tidying it up.

it wasn't long until madeline set her hand atop your own while you reach for a dirtied plate. she gave you that look she bore when she felt you were doing too much, eyes heavy with exasperation at the idea you'd even considered cleaning at a time like this. you pause and smile feebly at her, a little guilty.

"we can do that later." she takes the plate from your grasp, setting it back down a little more forcibly than you'd like. "enjoy the party. grab a sundae at the bar - it was your idea to set it up."

you glance at the setup near the house. an ice cream station with dozens of toppings and syrups beckoned you temptingly.

you sigh and pat her hand. "alright," you murmur in defeat. "do you want one?"

"sure, i'll take one." she links her arm within yours and places a kiss on your cheek.

the two of you go a little crazy with the ice cream. you've piled it high with chocolate and vanilla scoops, decorating it with colorful sprinkles, and dousing it in raspberry syrup. madeline decides on plain vanilla with chocolate curls.

"you know..." she begins, voice a bit too playful in its caution. "i saw him looking at you."

you freeze, like the ice cream, but shake your head. so you hadn't imagined it. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"is it such a strange idea that a man might be interested in you?" she proposes, placing a long-handled spoon in both of your glasses.

"yes," you reply with a small, bolshie laugh.

she says your name in pest. "you're beautiful and sweet. charlie once called you enchanting.

charlie was a childhood friend - like most of them. he was also bestowed the nickname "charming charlie" and it wasn't just because he was blond, handsome, and had the reputation of a casanova. charlie complimented everybody - especially women.

you remind her of this with a scoff as the two of you sit on a log beside the river. the water laps gently against the banks, rippling slightly from the hop of a bullfrog in the distance.

"charlie may be charming but he doesn't lie." madeline takes a spoonful of her ice cream and then rolls her eyes in ecstasy at the sweetness. "this was the best decision i've made tonight."

"don't think i haven't noticed tommy giving you bedroom eyes throughout the entirety of dinner," you clap back. you also moan in rapture at the taste.

madeline blushes in the moonlight. "don't change the subject."

tommy was your favorite of madeline's many endeavors (she had a bit of reputation in town). the tall, brunette was a hockey player with freckles splattered along the bridge of his nose. you'd been interested in him first, but as soon as you saw how quickly the two of them hit it off, your attraction to him fizzled. he was a hockey player which was admittingly one of the reasons why you found him so appealing. madeline felt the same way. the two of them have been inseparable ever since his first college game.

a millisecond before a quip can escape your lips, rhea comes bounding down the beaten path, long legs skipping with ease and hair swaying behind her.

"come join us, you hermits!" she titters blissfully, obviously tipsy on wine. that's what you deduce anyway; she preferred red rather than hard liquor. you couldn't relate. "come drink with me!"

both you and madeline exchange a look but it's in good-humor.

"i see you've already started!" madeline yells across the distance.

rhea blows a playful raspberry. "it's no fun being drunk without you guys." she gesticulates with a wag of her finger. "come ooooon! they're playing elton!"

this peaks your interest. she knew the king of rock n' pop would convince you to dance badly which is exactly what the alcohol was for.

madeline pursues her lips and cocks an eyebrow at you. "i think that's a great idea," she says suspiciously.

you didn't trust her tone, but when you heard the beginning rift of saturday night's alright (for fighting) blast loudly from the distant speakers you were possessed.

"alright," you laugh as rhea grips your hand and drags you backwards.

the three of you giggle in the night. |||

you didn't drink very often, but you did it enough to know not to wear a sundress while doing so.

in your defense, you hadn't known you'd be drinking tonight - or this heavily, anyway. you wanted to be sober enough to be aware of any stupid ideas that may creep in your head in the event you oogled over din long enough. drunk you was not sober you.

drunk you was a flirt. but not just any kind of flirt - a tease. and no matter how much you may or may not have caught din djarin's attention, he didn't deserve to have debauched eyes - clouded with drink - making him feel any sense of discomfort.

but dammit, he'd been drinking too.

how much, you couldn't be sure, but he had nursed at least two glasses of whiskey at the bonfire. he sipped slowly, relishing in it, and wise enough to know it was dangerous to scarf it down. you tried to convince yourself that it was okay to be this irresponsible while throwing back your third shot of vodka. after all, you were in your twenties and could hold your alcohol better than your sisters. life was too short, youth was too fleeting...all of that bullshit your elders had lied about.

sir elton john certainly didn't help nor did freddie mercury. by the time don't stop me now began to play, you were spinning in circles with charlotte, head thrown back in whimsical laughter, and stumbling upon the ground. the two of you laid back - despite the dirt - and held your bellies in order to settle the maniacal chuckling.

your sundress might've been too short for such ruckus but you couldn't find yourself caring. no one was looking anyway, right? a breeze lifted the hem and you shrieked playfully. charlotte is startled by the sudden gasp. she lets out a throaty chortle.

"you're such a sloppy drunk," she accuses, but slurring all the same.

"am not," you protest in a faux whine, but giggles edge the corner of your voice.

the two of you continue to volley insults back and forth, all in good fun of course, before charlie and tommy hover above you with quizzled, but humored brows. they were handsome, but unfortunately not enough to distract you from the way din kept throwing swift glimpses at your pathetic display. his intense features loosened when he found you joking, albeit drunkenly, with friends.

madeline joins the group and leans her head on tommy's chest, apparently brave enough to admit something to herself. "let's play hide and seek," she suggests, words a little rushed and lazy.

tommy and charlie were both as intoxicated, but tries harder than you girls to pretend otherwise. they shrug at one another, interested in the idea, though tommy may have been catering to madeline's pleads.

"alright, bet." tommy presses a kiss to madeline's forehead. "i'll be seeker."

"rules?" you ask, attempting to get up from the ground and failing miserably. charlotte takes your hand, clumsily pulling you to your feet. you knock yourself against her. the two of you almost topple to the ground again but she steadies herself with you in her arms.

"the pond is as far as you can go," charlie interjects. he motions to the willow tree in the center of the back yard. "that's the counting place."

the five of you agree enthusiastically, separating from one another like a football team does before their play.

it might have been strange (even reckless) to someone in the east - or west - to take part in such a game in the dead of night. after all, the moon was your only source of light in the woods, its beams illuminating the thicket and branches with a faint glow. but in the midwest, such games were a right of passage. forests were to be memorized, danger to be reckoned with. hide and seek in these conditions were elementary.

by the time tommy starts counting in a sonic boom, you've already begun sprinting in the woods. you were somewhat aimless in your pursuit, eyes frantically searching for a hiding spot worthy enough to be considered. you were the master at hide and seek - always have been. it once took charlotte an hour to find you and, when she did, she caught you wedged between a rack of clothes in the basement closet. you had a reputation to uphold.

but, alas, vodka was stronger than your sense of pride. while running through the entanglement of abundant undergrowth, you lost your footing and tripped over - what you can only guess - a shrub riddled with thorns.

"jesus christ!" you scream, immediately grabbing hold of your foot to inspect the damage. it was enough to sober you up to squint through the darkness. why the fuck hadn't you worn shoes?

you can't see the thorn - the night is too thick with darkness. you curse again just as loud as the first time in attempt to gain someone's attention. you weren't terribly far from the house, so you prayed to the gods that your cries of help would be heard.

because, much to your chagrin, you couldn't walk.

you did try but it proved fruitless because of the thorn. you realized how stupid that was because it pushed in further. god damn this drunkenness you whined internally.

a rustling of leaves startles you. you decide this was the end - you'd die in the middle of the forest you once trusted with your life. you've accepted the gory fact that your father would find your body mangled by the paws of a coyote in the morning.

"i don't wanna die a virgin," you moan tearfully.

a heavy voice full of worriment slices through the darkness. "let me see," he says.

oh no. oh no. oh no, no, no.

din djarin leans down upon his knees, taking your foot in a gentle fashion, before squinting at the damage. his fingers prod carefully against the arch, wiggling something foreign from the meat of your skin. you squeak pathetically at the intrusion, shifting away from his makeshift surgery. finally, he pulls out the thorn and holds it up to the light of the moon.

"a rose thorn," he confirms. you watch as a hint of blood glistens against the lunar rays. he smiles tenderly and then presses the pad of his thumb to the wound. "you'll be alright."

you gulp, all drunkenness suddenly scrambling your thoughts like eggs. instead of thanking him like a normal human being you can only mumble, "i can't walk."

din allows a full bodied smile and your heart skips a beat. he is princely and it takes everything in your pie-eyed body to stop from saying it.

"grab a hold of my shoulders," he instructs, leaning down a bit more so you can reach. you do so, very hesitantly, because there's no way in hades he'll be able to carry you.

but din is full of surprises. he lifts you almost effortlessly as you're slung bridal style against his chest. you must be joking.

with your arms wrapped around his neck, you gaze softly into his eyes. it's hard to see them, but you're close enough to watch as his pupils dilate, mouths almost pressing against one another. gods, you want to kiss him. you really do, but the very little percentage of your brain sober enough to reason with you decides against it. you'd regret it in the morning.

"thank you," is what you meekly say.

his stare is a bit more serious now...but not in an icy way. no. he looked...just as charlie once said...enchanted. his lips part just slightly, considering his next move, but then falls short. he nods in chaste before turning towards the break of the woods.

this was bad.

||| this is just the beginning of the night, ya’ll. more fun to follow! :-) tag list: @dancingwiththeplanets | @t3a-bag | @dodgerandevans

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theawesomeally · 3 years

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Before We Met (Preview)

Prologue

In a world inhabited by mythic creatures, love was commonplace several millennia ago, though difficult to master. After his training advances over the decades, his powers became obsolete and were largely discarded.

[The camera zooms in on the city and two blazing specks of light dash all over the place as one shoots lasers at the other. We then see an enemy aircraft flying throughout while it's chasing a young man, who is running from the pursuer. We see full closeups of a guy in his craft and Rocky as he runs. The scene freezes after an explosion with Rocky barely missing it.]

[voice over]

Through the years I have been known by many names. Marshmallow, The Furry Lover, The Daredevil, Frisky Two Times and then The amazing Ryan Reynolds. But to most, I am Rocky, the awesome one!

[Some other women, leaning across the wall, and Rocky getting his shades from his pocket. Put it onto his eyes. While he puts his hoodie onto his shoulders. Rocky was dressed like a gentleman, but he fought with honor or dignity and pulled at the knot into his tie. Females are not meant to grab his attention, and if it does. To be fair, he heard most of what he'd said up to this point. The parts that weren't of his interest, anyway.

Okay, maybe that wasn't much]

His sigh is heavy with exasperation,

"Can you keep your dick in your pants at the gala?"

Grab his phone from his pocket, automatically switching it out of Bluetooth mode, and bring his earphone up to his ear.

I will never forget you, Margarita. [The female stops and cringe after hearing the name. His blue prominent eyes were not well adapted to winking. They were rather of the sort that closes solemnly in slumber with majestic effect.

Rocky pretend to consider as Rocky step out of the car and button his tux jacket. "Hmm."

"Nice wheels, sir," the valet says, unconcerned that he was on the phone. Rocky pull out his wallet and flash a fifty-dollar bill. "Take care of her and this is yours."

"Yes, Mr. Rocky."

"I mean, Rosa. Uh...sorry. I think maybe I should go.???." She wrapped her arms over her chest and shook her head with a smirk curved across her face. Rocky grinned and raised an ironical finger in salute Rocky starts backing away. "You can't get away with it." the security guard muttered, holding out one hand. He was moving very slowly, thinking Rocky was the enemy or something. Blinks at her as a farewell, but glance with a smug as he sees the vampire's ring. Mind was so wrapped up in thought that he didn't notice the familiar vampire standing behind him. A vampire with bad breath psycho. "Hey, come on, dickie! You're trashing public property here!" He is thinking about how he had to sneaked up onto the roof and is currently standing a few feet behind him.

Rocky then gently slides the ring off the vampire's finger using his katana.

Light glinted off a myriad of his Katana and the vampire ring. Spray from the dust to blew up into his face, but sweat more than seawater moistened his palms as he gripped the eagle. His eyes were as blue while the vampires eyes were cold as the stormy weather.

"Hey, it's Gale calling," says Rocky called over his shoulder to one nefarious vampire. "Love the shiny suit. Really brings out the sex trafficker in your eyes." Rocky had commented, half jokingly and straight up confident, how that guy would have been considered handsome - if he ever bothered to smile.

Cut to a shot of a cliff.

A grim expression again carved itself into the soldier's face as he gazed up at the jeering vampires, their bodies smeared with blood, upon the cliff tops. Even the most cowardly of tribes in Gaul would fancy its chances from such advantageous ground, one being was mused. The sound of their jeers was occasionally accompanied by the high pitched swish of an arrow, as the odd archer tried his luck. Invariably the missile would zip harmlessly into the sea, or at best a thud could be heard as it struck as a human shield or the solid surface of the earth.

Cut back to the fighting scene. Rocky is skewering a guy with his swords, and kicks the vampire in the chest, sending him back down and puts his sword away. The guy gasp and starts fighting with Rocky. This continues for awhile until Rocky get's away again. Using two fingers he salute the vampire as a goodbye.

Making a soft chuckle. He flicks the vampire ring up into the air. It comes back down and lands into one of the streets, causing his background to explode. The shards of fire fell in slow motion behind him.

He is consumed in the explosion, as his body can be seen flying off the ground, flipping off the camera as it goes. "Oh, fuck." Rocky mutter under his breath. "Oh, I'm sorry." A small apology leaving his lips with a smirk.

"That will teach you, not to mess with me," A familiar voiced ask, up righting his head as he walk over the circles and appeared in front of him,

(narrator)

So, I know what you're thinking. Why is that incredibly handsome guy being chased by a madman with a huge shiny fangs from the Civil War?

[The scene freezes after an explosion sending Rocky flying off the ground from the ground. After the dust settles, leaving Rocky lying unconscious on the ground.]

This guy's got the right idea. Well, to be honest, it feels like I've been the captain of my whole life. Is this too much? Am I going too fast? It's kind of what I do--You know what? Let's back up.

[We see the whole fight going in reverse as well as frames of future clips for a split second each time, one passes as Rocky mimics a rewind sound effect] Cut to close-up of Rocky gets up to his feet. Cut to him sitting on the side of the gable roof at night. Wondering how long it would be before he saw the city again. He had been born with a wandering heart, and he embraced adventure, unafraid to face the dangers often presented by journeys into unknown places. Leaving civilization behind for the wilds of the frozen north, legs dangling over the side as he listens to his Walkman next to him playing 'Shoop.' Rocky was vaguely singing along, making hand gestures along with the lyrics, but he was focused on his own drawing, while listening to the music and coloring a picture with crayons. We see that the picture he's drawing is him shooting the vampire in the head, he was doing it with some crayons he had with him.

It was fun to see that getting shot in the head, even if it was just a crayon drawing. He'd never soon change it to a reality. And then turned his head and stared directly at the camera, or the person reading, or just whoever balls happened to be paying a lot of attention to him.

Wha- Oh! Oh, hello. I know, right? Who's balls did I have to snap to get my very own story? I can't tell you, but it does rhyme with dick. And let me tell you; he's got a nice pair of fucking underwear, he finished in an Swedish accent.

They'd get that joke, right?

Anyway, I got places to be, a kiss in the ass to fix, and - oh! hot weird vampire to kill.

He watched eagerly as the flashes of light began to appear below him – lots of rippers were a very dramatic little shit, after all – we're panning quickly towards the edge of the roof he was sitting on. Now having an appointment to keep, Rocky was quick to get onto edge of the roof and, in one fluid motion, opens a music playlist called Tunes of Anarchy on his Walkman, and the song "Where Evil Grows" by The Poppy Family stays playing in the background as he jumped off the roof, landing in one of the coolest bar in Mystic Falls. It seemed that they had been drinking peacefully, listening to 'Angel of the Morning,' but when Rocky landed and that's when their peaceful night was over.

They look around for which they finally see as Rocky stands at a wooden doorway wearing a cowboy hat, black sunglasses, and red a white hoodie as he opens a music playlist called Tunes of Anarchy on his Walkman. Opens up and the door swings open and the music resumes with people dancing and lights flashing as he goes inside the bar.

Nothing.

Absolutely positively not a fucking thing.

First one person turned, noticing him. Then more followed, until the whole patron was hushed, waiting. Everyone was watching, the same bewildered look on all of their faces. Eyebrows raised and narrowed eyes, etc. God, for months he'd played this moment over and over inside his mind. It most definitely never turned out like this. Whatever this was.

As he walks up to the bar. The room was narrow and about 90 feet deep. Light did manage to worm its way into the establishment, though. It seeped through the windows scattered along the walls, and through the gaps in the door between its wooden panels. A bar on the left at the front, then some upholstered horseshoe benches, then a cluster of freestanding tables on what, on other nights, might have been a dance floor. Then the stage, with the band on it. The band looked as if it had been put together by accident after a misfiling incident at a talent agency. The bass player was a stout old black guy in a suit with a vest. He was plucking away at an upright bass fiddle. The drummer could have been his uncle. He was a big old guy sprawled comfortably behind a small, simple kit. The singer was also a harmonica player and was older than the bass player and younger than the drummer and bigger than either one.

The guitarist was completely different. He was young and white and small. Maybe 20, maybe 5-foot-6, maybe 130 pounds. He had a fancy blue guitar wired to a crisp new amplifier and together the instrument and the electronics made sharp sounds full of space and echoes. The amp must have been turned up to 11. The sound was incredibly loud. It was as if the air in the room was locked solid. It had no more capacity for volume. But the music was good. The three black guys were old pros, and the white kid knew all the notes, and when and how and in what order to play them. He was wearing a red T-shirt and black pants and white tennis shoes. He had a very serious expression on his face. He looked foreign. Maybe Russian.

I watched them for a minute, and then I looked away. My name is Rocky, and once I was the most wanted man, with heavy emphasis on the past tense. I have been out nearly as long as I was in. But old habits die hard. I had stepped into the bar the same way I always step anywhere, which is carefully. One-thirty in the morning. I had ridden the train to West and walked south on Sixth Avenue and made the left turn on San Francisco bar and checked the sidewalks. I wanted music, but not the kind that drives large numbers of patrons outside to smoke.

His attention was taken away from patrons. It was at that point that he saw the young beautiful woman alone at her table, Her name tag read Katy, and her shirt clung tightly around her chest. Her hands worked quickly and gracefully with the bottles as she poured them another and took the empty's away.

I watched her in the gaudy, reflected light, with the music shrieking and pounding all around me. The two guys watched her. Her bodyguard watched her. She watched the guitarist. He was concentrating hard, key changes and choruses, but from time to time he would lift his head and smile, mostly at the glory of being up on the stage, but twice directly at the girl. The first of those smiles was shy, and the second was a little wider.

What met my eyes was a beautiful girl with golden hair and a bright smile that melted my heart. She was blond and blue-eyed, American woman who have a glow, and a smoothness complexion. She lives in New York, singing, listening to a band, and I was in love with her angelic voice. That was clear. There I was, a guy further back in the room, stood in the room staring at her. I was 6ft tall, wide man with a white hoodie and a black leather jacket under a hoodie. She was part of the reason I was here with her back in a city when we were at the age of 19 or less.

It wasn't the kind of glossy place that had a policy about dating rich girls, either for or against. Some call it a gold digger, and I guessed they had looked at her and her minder and made a snap decision against trouble and in favor of tips.

The part of her gaze that wasn't wary was filled with adoration, and it was all aimed in his direction. She was rich. She was alone at a table near the stage and she had a pile of A.T.M fresh twenties in front of her and she was paying for each new bottle with one of them and she wasn't asking for change.

She was a waitress and I loved her.

The woman stood up. She butted the lip of her table with her thighs and shuffled out from behind it and headed for the counter in back. I got there first. The sound from the band howled through it. The ladies' room was halfway down. The men's room was all the way at the end. Rocky leaned on the wall and scanned the room. As Rocky watched her walk in and squeeze through the crowd and she sat down on the bar stool, 1 feet away from him.

"Hey, Raoul, look what this kid dragged in. Oh, wait! That is the guy!," but they didn't hear. Too much noise. He caught them by the elbows, one in each hand. They spun around, as if ready to fight, but then they stopped. Fortunately for him, the first two who approached her were quick to heed her dismissal. She wasn't there to mingle with huge ass in leather jackets. She was just there to grab a drink and relax and pretty sure she made that pretty clear when she shot the first couple of idiots down.

The third guy, however, wasn't ready to take no for an answer.

"How about you let me buy you a drink, sweetheart?"

Their sex appeal eyes pried upon their eyes from the television screen above the bar and looked at the newcomer. With his hair greased back and one-size-too-big biker jacket on, the guy looked like prime wife-beater material. Perfect. Just what they needed to interrupt his evening.

"Thanks, but I'm good," she said curtly, gesturing to the beer bottle in front of her.

"That's it? You're gonna chug that shitty beer and call it a night? Come on, let me get you a real drink."

She scoffed. "What? Like those idiots you got over there?" she glanced past him at the table where he and a couple of his friends had been sitting.

"It's a warm-up. Trust me, honey, we're just getting started over there. You should join us."

She wanted to roll her eyes. "Like I said, I'm good."

She made the move to turn away and focus her attention back on the football game on the television when the guy grabbed her by the arm.

"What the hell's your problem?" This guy gripped her arm tightly, this guy's face practically scrunched up in a beastly snarl. "I don't like to be ignored, y'know?"

She yanked her arm out of his grip and stood up to face him directly. She knew pretty damn well where the conversation was headed and sure as hell were not about to get in a bar fight with their ass glued to the seat.

Before she could open her mouth, a familiar voice spoke up from behind her.

By hearing it and raising their head to turn to his voice, her smile grew a tad wider, recognizing the voice immediately. They simply looked so annoyed, at least much more than usual. His lips pulled into a tight frown, while their eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed, back hunched over slightly if you'd look hard enough. Yep, those guys are just being grumpy as usual, but seemingly much more grumpy, except with their eyes laced with the slightest bit of concern. For herself, most likely.

The said person stopped, and looked over their shoulder to the voice. She put on a mellow look close to her usual one. Confrontation- unnecessary confrontation- was not exactly his thing. He tended to avoid fights like these. He could hold his ground better than most, but he preferred to keep out of the brawls and spats that others got involved in.

A voice caught his ear, she sounded like she needed help, despite the overconfident tone the stranger used. "Look, I don't wanna interrupt, but is this guy bothering you?" he looks up at her and says greeted casually, as casual as someone could be hanging for dear life. She looked up at me, startled that he was there. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you up?" he softly asked, when she turned to get a good look at the stranger in his handsome voice. She wasn't expecting the sight she was met with. A pair of piercing blue eyes smiled over her, puffing out her cheeks childishly when she looked at him. After she looked to her right to find Rocky taking his place beside her. Her pinkish lips turned up in a small smile as she ducked her head briefly with a laugh before tucking her hair behind her ear, "No, you did not," she said. He couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice. She turned her head to look at him, catching his gaze with her own. He gave a small smile, stroking her hair softly with his index. "So, What exactly are you doing here?" she said softly, trying to maintain an even tone of voice.

"Oh you know, I was just passing through the neighborhood when I thought I caught a whiff of filthy human garbage coming from this place," he said,

"And sure enough here I am."

Desire pools dark and deadly in his groin. Gaze up at her, releasing her lip. Katy flush a deep crimson in her cheeks, and he runs his index finger down her cheek before handing her the headphones. "I'd like to kiss you, too, but you won't let me down, are you?." Rocky asked her. Besides, he's pulled the straps so tight he can barely move.

Amused smile on his lips, he's wearing his enigmatic half smile. He glances down at her, light blue-gray eyes alive, he glances up when she looks at his way and their eyes lock. And in that brief moment, she was paralyzed, staring at the impossibly handsome man who gazes at her with some unfathomable emotion. His gaze hot, burning into her, as they lost for a moment staring at each other.

It's there in the air between them, that electricity. It's palpable. He can almost taste it, pulsing between them, drawing them together.

"Oh my," she gasps as she basks briefly in the intensity of this visceral, primal attraction. The two men stood back, saying nothing, but looking at him with hard eyes.

Katy had, somehow, stammered out some sort of reply that must have made her look insane. Coby, hearing her, had come over to check on her and had ended up having her go make Rocky's a drink while they chatted. Ever since that first meeting, though, Katy had completely fallen for Rocky. There was something about his smile, or maybe it was his eyes? Whatever it was, it made Katy's entire body feel light as a feather.

To be continued....

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bunny-bts · 3 years

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Never Want To Hurt You Pt III

Part I Part II

Author: Incase I haven't said it or it isn't implied, this is a au of sorts where they aren't a band and there is quite a time leap

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Taeyhung kind of being a dick by trying to be protective?, Polygamy just deal with it it is only three people and not like a whole Mormon cult sister wives ordeal lol, big bro/dad!/uncle! mode Tae, very happy uncle namjoon and Yoogni, spoiler alert uncle Jin is the favorite it just is what it is okay, maybe some drama and angst we will see where this goes

You pan your camera over to your boyfriend and your husband, your husband's. You could legally only marry one of them. You were in the coma after the accident for close to four months, spent some more time recovering when you woke up and all the while they helped Taeyhung care for you. That's when they asked you out, ofcourse you were so down for this. Two years of dating them and you married, legally to Jimin, although the ceremony was for all of you, now here you all were four years from the night you all met. Ofcourse Taeyhung wasn't on board with the whole situation at first, over time the idea grew on him though or he had just accepted that he had to accept it, either way. The house is decked with boughs of holly in every nook and cranny and all of the guys are over visiting for yours and Tae's birthday. The tree is as tall as the room and you and Jimin especially took so much time enjoying it together.

"Guys guys, babe," you call out. "Yes?" They turn to you and ask in unison, although Jimin's tone is more of a flirty one and Jungkook's was sweet and innocent. "You look so pretty Yeobo," Jungkook stares at you in pure admiration and adoration, taking in your body in the red dress you had chosen. It hugged you and was almost skin tight, showing your curves and providing lift and emphasis to your breasts, sexy but classy. Jimin was doing the same, taking in the dress but his mind was in a different place all together and you knew it. Everyone could tell. He brushes his fingers through his hair, "you sure do~, how about me?" He licks his lips. "Guys, I'm seriously trying to tell you something," you laugh, "Jimin, stop. Tae, you might want to get this. I got Taeyhung a selfie stick, yes, I already regret it," you inform the video for future viewers.

"What do you need to tell us?" Jungkook asks, the sparkle in his eyes outshining all of the lights and stars on the massive Christmas tree.

"Okay," you take a deep breath, where as Jungkook may be innocent to a fault and Jimin is just oblivious, Taeyhung smirks. You hadn't even told him anything, he just knew. Does he wish you were telling him? Yes. But, his friends seemed to love you and he was going to be as happy as he could. Does that mean he wouldn't protect you? Hell no. He would step in and say what he needed to say but first you all had a moment and he wanted to see. "Tell us Y/N"

"Tell us," Jungkook bounces up and down, "is it our gift?"

"Sort of," you laugh, "okay....we're having a baby"

Jungkook's face lights up and he pulls you in for a hug, making you drop your camera but Taeyhung was recording. "Jimin! We're gonna be dad's!!"

"I....I need to sit down a minute....," Jimin backs into the couch. The guys swarm over to congratulate you all.

Taeyhung clears his throat, "Jimin, Kook," he had his deep voice, he points outside with his head gesturing for them to follow. Jungkook kisses your head and willingly follows him. He basically pulls Jimin out.

"I am happy for you all I am. One of you has to leave." He tells them bluntly, the youngest's face falls.

"Why?" Jimin asks confused.

"So she is not hurt. Pick, you have until morning and one of you better be gone. Say goodbye, please don't think I don't love you both." He says nothing else, leaving it at that.

The next morning you wake up and look over to your sides, Jungkook is sleeping peacefully and Jimin isn't there. A note is there though.

I love you, please know this is me and not anything you did. I can't stay knowing I may not be the father, I'm selfish. I will always love you. You're going to be an amazing mom and they will be happy and have a good life with you and Jungkook. If they are mine, please tell them Jungkook is their dad and tell them that I said I left because I never want to hurt you, you being them. I never want to hurt you either. Goodbye and Happy Birthday my love

The paper was tear stained already, now more so.

"Y/N?" Jungkook sits up and looks over at you in question. He honestly didn't think either of them would really leave but that didn't matter. He holds you

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~~le time skip because author is writing this straight out of the old noggin and just did house work and got off work work so yeah, she tired yo and she got anime to watch~~

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"Baby, come try this for daddy," Jungkook holds out a spoon of something as he is in the kitchen.

"Did mommy make it?" Kiley tilts her head. "No, she is on a trip, remember?" He lifts her onto the seat at the table.

"Did Uncle Jin make it?" "no, he is deployed, remember darling?"

"So who made it?" The four year old asks

"I did," he smiles, "it's good"

"No thankyou," she skips back into the living room. He sighs, "you won't eat the lunch daddy made?" "Daddy, you can't cook"

"I know.....," He sighs and comes over to lay belly down next to Jimin's spitting image and see her coloring. "Is that me and you?" "No," she laughs, "that's me and uncle Jin napping, I'm gonna send it to him"

"oh, I'm sure he will love it, I can mail it for you. I'm sure he misses you too, come-on, you need to eat..."

"No, I'm okay....,"

He loved her, she was his everything but sometimes he felt she didn't feel remotely similar. She loved you, she loved all of the guys, but with him it was different. She wouldn't eat anything he made, she never colored him, if she was crying when she was younger or even now only Jin and Namjoon could sooth her, she wouldn't even nap with him like she would lay on Jin's chest and pass out. Regardless, his little girl needed to eat right now, her stomach was growling so he calls Taeyhung who's there as quick as he can be.

"She won't eat .....,"

"Uncle Tae!!" She runs and jumps into his arms. "Hi," Tae kisses her. "Your tummy has a monster in it, do you want to get it out?"

She nods believing him. "Then you have to eat the food daddy made you"

"but daddy can't cook"

"Yes he can, see?" Tae let's Jungkook feed him off the spoon. She looks like she's thinking about it. "O-....okay....," Jungkook smiles happily and feeds her some. "It's good," she giggles. "Really?" Kook's face lights up and he gives her a bowl of the soup, mouthing thanks to Taeyhung.

"Daddy"

"Yes baby?"

"What's in it?"

He tells her what he put in it. "Why there no chives?"

He leans in and touches his forehead to her's. "Because you are allergic to what chives are made of"

"What they made of?"

"Green onions, that's how I make them"

"that's why they not in there?"

He smooths her hair back and gives her a kiss, "yes baby, I never want to hurt you"

#bts #bts fic #jungkook x jimin #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader

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xx-kaitlyn-trixx-xx · 3 years

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A draft i never did post till now, I'm aware that there indeed are other bumblebee bots who have a different name but i just wanted to have a moment to think on this. Depending on which generation you think of might depend on her alt mode, for me even if i don't like Michael Bay i did like certain designs he did for the autobots and other mecha so i used the fact that dodge and Chevy have a similar vehicle build for their charger and Camaro.

That being said i picked the dodge hellcat charger Hurst heritage for her bayverse alt mode

I honestly CANNOT be left to my imagination nor internet at once, so last night on hangouts (old shit i know sue me-) my bro and me were chatting about our dream cars yada, yada and i in a brilliant moment thought "what if transformers bumblebee had a dark older twin sibling?" To make it hilarious his dark twin is a female/femme named Murderhornet- the dynamic typical sibling bullshit only she's a decepticon who has a 'touch him you pay dearly' morality- example

Compared to her yellow (and black stripes depending on which verse you like or whatever) brother she sport's Black and gold colors

Now we all know in AoE a moment between Optimus and cade reminiscing over the lack of respect or privacy teens have when doing pda and such when optimus mentioned he had the same problem with bumblebee and i thought "hmm...sir if you though her baby brother was bad you should've seen hornet, that femme knew she was a hot wheel and worked it." (Seen somewhere that appreantly calling a cybertronian hot wheels is a proactive term? Like "damn babe, looking good mind if i rock your world?" Type of thing 😂 either way i love it)

She's his super annoyed older sibling who's just done-

MurderHornet: IF ANYONE SHOOTS MY BROTHER I'LL RIP YOUR HELM(HEAD) OFF- look's at bee no I'm not fucking caring you little shit! Stop puppy eying me it's gross!!

/Later on the battlefield\

Bumblebee: gets shot at by murderhornet, but jokes anyways WHOEVER JUST SHOT AT ME YO CARRIER'S(MAMA'S) A HOE- wait- HORNET NO I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT DONTKILLMEPLS-

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Years later she just switches side's and acts as that uninterested sister, but once he gets hurt no one stands in her way

Bumblebee: injured hey hornet...?

MurderHornet: working on her weapons as she looks up bug...i want name's, who's helm am i ripping off?

Bumblebee: uhh...would you believe me if I said it was an accident? Besides even if it was somebot your on a thin line already with the other's if you rampage again!

MurderHornet: I've known you since you were a newspark don't play games with me bee, I know you can get clumsy with two left pedes. But your not clumsy enough to end up shooting yourself so...no i don't believe you nor do i truly care what the other's think. Just go see ratchet while i....handle this

Bumblebee: to himself primius have mercy upon them...

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If you think i should work more on her bio or have an idea on how they separated during the war feel free to just give an idea, I'm open to just brainstorm!

#Transformers #Tf bumblebee #if he had a sister #if she was a decepticon #Au idea?#possible fc i dunno #she just pure choas in itself #Tf fc Murderhornet #no clue why i pick the name murderhornet though...oh well #Transformer Headcannon idea #again not a clue what i'm doing for hash tags here

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 years

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 28 of 30]

Summary: Erik and Yani’s lives are about to change permanently....

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"I'm a fish in an aquarium Cut off from the outside world The water's always lukewarm And I observe

Hardly anyone takes notice of me But I am, here Quietly floating My lips, moving Just like yours

Always in motion You, never seem to rest Through my reflection I watch you Why do you keep me here, like this…"

Me'Shell Ndegeocello – "Aquarium"

"Come on Sweet Pea, it's okay. Come out from there…"

Yani stuck her head under Sydette's bed and saw her daughter curled up with her doll Miss Penny in the fetal position.

"It's just a bad man on tv it's not real," Yani said.

She reached her hands out for Sydette and the girl crawled from under the bed and sat on Yani's lap.

"Oh, I know that sound scared you. We'll watch something else."

Yani carried Sydette back into their living room and switched the channel to a cooking show. She wasn't expecting a violent news report to interrupt the comedy show they were watching. Her daughter eased back into her chest but Yani could feel her trembling. Touching Sydette's face, Yani kissed her daughter's forehead.

Two months and her daughter was still having night terrors and panic attacks because of Huntsman and their last night at the compound. Even Yani felt a little anxious when she walked around her apartment at night, afraid that someone would come to the door, break-in, and finish what they started on that night. Killmonger said he handled all those men. She wasn't so sure sometimes, especially knowing about Klaue's different minions from all over the world.

It had only gotten worse with Sweet Pea.

Loud sounds on tv or in real life brought either sudden tears or her baby running to hide. Sydette had finally stopped going to the front door and trying to find Killmonger. Yani no longer heard her baby girl asking, "We go find Baba now?"

Yani asked her mentor at the hospital for help finding a therapist that dealt with children and she was able to recommend a wonderful doctor for Sydette. The therapist was a friendly older white man with gentle milky blue eyes. Yani told the partial truth of what had happened to them. Sitting in the man's office while Sydette played with some dolls the therapist had in his space, she explained that they had been robbed while staying in a rental property with her boyfriend. She told him about the guns that were used on them, and she even explained how she and Sydette escaped on the beach. That was all she revealed. Afterward, she sat back and watched the man speak to her daughter just to get to know her. The therapist wrote a lot down, and when it was over, they set up appointments to have Sydette come in twice a week.

Once the therapist gained Sydette's trust after two visits, he had her use dolls to tell him what happened from her point of view. Sydette was so talkative and descriptive.

The man had Sydette coloring while she talked along with more doll play, and there were also sessions with Yani talking with her little girl to help develop coping skills when Sydette did run and hide.

Holding her child on her lap, Yani did what the therapist told her to do. She acted calm and regulated her own breathing so that Sydette copied her and brought down her anxiety. She acknowledged what Sydette was feeling and let her baby dictate how the conversation would go. It was hard though. Sydette tended to ask the same questions about the bad guys coming back. Yani often caught her acting out the attack with her own dolls, and it broke her heart. Bedwetting increased and going to bed at night was a difficult ritual and her daughter no longer wanted to sleep alone in her room. Yani allowed her to stay with her.

Sydette tended to self-soothe frequently with her thumb in her mouth, something she had never done before. She also dragged around a blanket that Killmonger bought for her and twisted her fingers frequently along the edges of the pink satin material whenever she saw something that reminded her of that night.

Sydette reached up and touched the curly lace front Yani wore. She was switching out three different wigs to cover up the scar on her head from the bullet that struck her. It hadn't healed all that well and the scar brought back bad memories.

"How are you feeling now Sweet Pea? Sad? Scared…?"

"Sad."

"Oh yeah? It's ok to feel sad."

"And scared."

"Mama is right here for you. You want to talk about it?"

She shook her head and pressed her face into Yani's chest.

They sat together until Sydette tugged on her pants.

"You need to change your pull-ups?"

"Yes."

Yani closed her eyes and tried not to cry. Sydette had been potty-trained, but now she was back to wearing pull-ups again because of so many accidents during the day.

"Come on."

Yani walked her to the bathroom and cleaned her up. After replacing the pull-ups she made sure to get them back on their evening routine. Making dinner together. Pork n' beans and hot dogs. Yani sliced up cooked wieners and let Sydette drop them into a pot of beans mixed with barbecue sauce and brown sugar. Keeping a daily routine helped Sydette a lot, but Yani was worried that Sydette would never get better.

Yani felt that her own therapy sessions were less important than getting her daughter back on track.

Plus….she had another concern that was twisting up her world.

And she needed to talk to Twyla about it and no one else.

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Linda's eyes showed no glimmers of shock, surprise, or any concern at all.

Erik arrived in Sweden after a two-week trip of seeing relatives and solidifying his plans to take out Klaue en route to Wakanda. Linda picked him up at the airport and her enthusiasm at seeing him was the best Academy Award-winning performance he had ever experienced. He hugged her and allowed her to kiss his cheek, but then he went straight into work mode.

"How was your flight?" she asked.

They stood by the luggage carousel and waited for Erik's duffle bag and metal suitcase.

"Fine. How's Klaue?"

"Good. Calm actually, which is not normal for him. He seems pretty confident now that you have landed."

He grabbed his duffle as Linda picked up his suitcase. She ushered him to a cab outside and Erik watched her closely. Her eyes flicked over the attaché that Erik held in his hand.

"Things good with your family?" she asked.

"Cool breezy. I'm ready to get to work."

Her eyes were playful and Erik tried to keep his face neutral, but he felt himself grinding his teeth together.

The two-story hideout in Sweden was pretty swanky. Isolated and guarded by a new crew of security that Erik didn't know. Pure muscle men that Klaue planned on taking to Korea with them.

Erik handed over the attaché that Klaue needed, and he learned that Klaue was using it to essentially blackmail the C.I.A. into buying the vibranium from him. Linda acted nonchalant when she saw Klaue getting what she wanted in his hand.

Settling down into tracking the artifacts that would eventually arrive in London, Erik observed Linda's behavior with much more intensity. There might be a Plan B to her treachery. She stayed on several computers for twelve hours a day, and he never caught her sneaking off to try and contact anyone. The moment she saw Erik, she had to know her plans to rob Klaue had been foiled. Erik was alive and in her face. It didn't matter to him that she thought Yani and Sydette were accidental collateral damage. She would have to pay for what she had done.

Rising early one morning, Erik stepped out onto a patio and made a call to his Aunt Serah on his personal cell.

"JaJa."

Serah's voice sounded happy to hear from him.

"Can you face chat, or nah?"

"I am walking into my apartment now."

Erik switched to audio and video and adjusted the earbuds he wore.

"You look good," she said.

"Busy, but I'm maintaining."

"Bakari and Dante said they enjoyed seeing you."

"It was good to be home."

"How can I help you?"

He watched his Aunt take a seat in her kitchen.

"I need you to do something for me. And when I ask you to do this, don't ask why."

Her eyes took him in and she drew in a deep breath.

"What is it?"

"When the London exhibit hits, I don't want you to be there for the first week of the opening. Call in sick."

His face was serious and he waited for her to push back and be nosey as she was prone to be.

"A week?"

He nodded.

It had to be a week. It would take a few days before the arrival for Linda to get in with a job and start taking over surveillance. Erik had already shown their micro-crew the layout for the museum and also the main players. He couldn't leave his Aunt out of the staff photos he showed everyone, but he could keep her away from what they were planning to do.

"I have some vacation time stored up."

"I will let you know what week to leave," he said.

"JaJa—"

"Auntie…please…"

His eyes darted around to make sure he still had privacy.

"Fine. I will do it."

"Thank you. I have to go now. I'll chat with you soon."

She blew him a kiss and Erik went to find Linda.

He found her on her laptop posted up near Klaue in the dining room. She was creating a fake visa and London I.D. for herself.

Klaue sat staring at his own laptop while drinking his third cup of coffee.

"Ross is ready for the transaction," Klaue said.

"I found a plane to get us out. We can jump to Japan, and then Indonesia—" "You take care of all of that with Limbano. I'm working on getting our money upfront before the trade-off. Any word on when the exhibit is happening? I really don't want this to drag out."

"A few months. Be patient."

Klaue smacked Erik's shoulder and sipped on his fresh brew.

"Pre-paid gigs now. Impressive," Erik said taking a seat next to Klaue. He poured himself coffee from the pot sitting on the dining table.

Linda looked at him and the curl of a smile on her lips made him want to punch her. He needed to find something to do or else he would reveal his hand.

"Going for a walk," Erik said.

He left the house and walked around the grounds. The air smelled clean and it helped him clear his head.

He was ready to move.

Being in Sweden gave him time to watch the news on the regular. King T'Chaka would be at the Vienna International Center to help bring about the ratification of the Sokovian accords. Erik hoped the man would return to Wakanda in time for him to stomp him out. He didn't want to challenge the throne while his Uncle was out of the country. He needed him and T'Challa there in person. It would look like a reckless power-grabbing coup d'etat if Erik ran through Wakanda while they were away. No…he needed to follow the letter of the law in his father's homeland. Reading his father's journals, he learned of N'Jobu considering making a play for the throne before he was murdered. It wasn't enough to be a rebel. True power was claiming the throne with a legitimate justice claim. He wanted to kill T'Chaka and T'Challa on their home turf in front of their people. Under their own laws. Their rules. There would be no questioning of his ascension to the throne with their blood on his hands.

Blood on his hands…

His thoughts turned to Yani and Sydette.

It still pained him to think of them. God knows he tried to put them far in the back of his mind as he could, but he couldn't stop the occasional random memories that came at him. A certain odor in the house would remind him of a meal he cooked for his girls. A song on the radio put him back into the kitchen of Klaue's house with Sydette holding onto his hands and dancing as Yani fussed at them for being in her way as she cooked. As hard as he tried to stay busy and mentally occupied, they would creep into his psyche. His trip back to the states helped a lot when he visited his family, but the moment he stepped on the plane to Sweden he fell into a funk. Seeing Linda only brought the island back into sharp relief.

Erik walked back into the house to find some good liquor. He needed to drown his thoughts.

Stay the course.

Focus.

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Yani stirred in a handful of potatoes into the fish soup she made on Twyla's stove. The fragrant home-made broth she fixed made her own mouth water.

"Don't put no okra in it. I nuh want to feel that slime in my mouth," Twyla said.

"Too late," Yani called out.

"Argh!" Twyla groaned.

"I didn't put a lot in. Barely a handful."

Yani put the soup on simmer and washed her hands.

Sydette played with two new Barbie dolls her paternal grandmother bought for her on the floor. The tv was on a cartoon and Twyla sat on her couch flipping through a fashion magazine.

"You alright?" Twyla asked.

"Yeah."

"You look funny…"

Yani glanced down at Sydette.

"Can we talk in the kitchen?" Yani asked.

Twyla eyed her and then tossed her magazine on the couch. They left Sydette to her dolls.

Twyla lifted up the lid on the soup and took a big whiff.

"Smells like Auntie's."

"Be done soon…Twyla…?" Yani laced and unlaced her fingers together.

Her cousin sat in a chair next to her.

"Yeah?" Twyla said.

"I'm in trouble. I…I messed up…"

"What happen?"

"Don't be vex…"

Yani's hand instinctively went to her belly.

Twyla's head tilted to the side. Her eyes got big and then she sucked her teeth.

"I don't want to hear that…Yani…last time yuh ask mi not be vex…oh dammit cuz…yuh had Sydette…"

Yani's hand covered her eyes and she felt fat tears squeeze from her lids.

Twyla jumped up from her seat and stuck her head out of the kitchen doorway to check on Sydette. She turned back to Yani.

"All this stuff you two are dealing with, and now…yuh telling me you carrying that man's baby?"

Twyla sat back down on the chair and touched Yani's hand.

"I'm not trying to be mean…I'm just. Dammit. I was worried about this happening."

"I'm not keeping it."

Yani wiped her face.

"We said we wouldn't have no baby together. I'm not going to term. I made an appointment in the states. I need you to keep Sydette for me. I'm going to fly to Florida. There's a clinic in Miami that will help me deal with this. I just need you to keep quiet, and watch my Sweet Pea."

"You're going by yourself?"

"Yeah. I don't want anyone to know. Just you."

Twyla squeezed Yani's hand.

"I didn't mean to sound like a bitch about it."

Yani shrugged.

"How far along are you?"

"Two months."

Yani stood up and went to the stove.

She lifted the lid on the soup and stirred it, needing something to do. Needing to be away from Twyla's eyes.

They hadn't been careful.

Especially for the last month they were together. A part of her thought she wanted it to happen. As careful as she had been in the beginning with him, they had become careless in the end. Her rigid birth control taking had slipped and she had no one to blame but herself. She hadn't been taking her pills at the same regular times she always had. The early morning was her normal time, but sometimes she took them in the afternoon, or at night. They had set themselves up for failure. Especially when she allowed him to ejaculate inside of her so often. She had irregular cycles and thought this was another scare like last time. She ignored the first month thinking the stress from the attack was the cause.

She beat herself up. His last few words to her was to not let anything stop her from going to school. Now she was carrying his seed and breaking every promise she made to herself. Killmonger was just as responsible, but now he was out of her life.

"No one can know about this, Twyla."

"My mouth is shut. I'll keep Sydette for you."

Yani covered the soup again. She felt Twyla's arms go around her waist, her cheek pressed close to hers.

"I'll carry this weight with yuh cuz. Okay? No worries."

Yani's head dropped down. Twyla turned her around and Yani buried her face in her cousin's neck.

"I can't go backward," she whispered into her cousin's skin.

"When are you flying out?"

"Next week. Thursday through Sunday."

"You shouldn't go alone. I'll go with you. I'll call in sick to work—"

"I don't want—"

"Calm down…calm down. We'll get Monice to watch Sydette. We'll tell her we're going to visit Kendall. We can see him when we get there, then disappear. He'll be busy doing his club dates and no one will suspect anything if we actually don't see him. It's just a Miami girls trip. Dry your eyes."

Yani nodded.

She was happy that Twyla would come with her. She didn't want to go alone, but she wanted to stay discreet.

"Mama…"

Sydette stood in the doorway and Yani wiped her eyes. Painting a wide smile on her lips she grabbed bowls from the cupboard.

"Ready for some fish tea, love?"

Sydette nodded.

"It'll be okay," Twyla said.

Yani hoped so.

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Erik's hands slid up her thighs.

They were browner from the sun and so warm to the touch that Erik found himself heavy sighing as he touched her.

The sun beat down on his back and he could feel the hot searing heat making his keloids tingle.

She tried to wiggle back from him and he dragged her legs back to him.

"Nah…get back here. I want you right now. Just like this."

He used his strength to lock her legs down, and when he sank down into her, her lusty shouts made him smile.

Sweat dripped down from his face and onto hers. He threw his head back and a hard exhale fell from his mouth.

"Fuck…baby…!"

Her eyes seemed to be pleading with him, like she was trying to convey something to him on a deeper level.

The muscles in his ass clenched tight and his voice cracked when she said his name in his ear.

"Erik…"

He bolted up from the bed.

"Shit," he gasped, his fingers clutching his sheets.

Glancing around the bed, Erik saw that he was alone in his room. He shut his eyes tight and caught the fading sensations of being with Yani once more. Falling back onto his back, he stared at the ceiling. The warm tingling sensation on his skin disarmed him. He actually felt her hands on him. He could smell her scent still. Lucid dreams had happened to him before, but this one was much too powerful. His hand drifted to his groin and the erection that greeted him there was slick with his semen. He gripped his dick and the throbbing in his hand surprised him and he found himself ejaculating while being awake.

"Ah, fuck…"

Fingers wet, skin drenched in sweat, Erik rolled his face into his pillow and fought the urge to reach out to her. Although his body was yearning for the sexual contact, Erik just wanted to lay up with her and hold her. He missed the weight of Sweet Pea on his chest and Yani snuggled against him.

Erik dragged himself off the bed to clean up the nocturnal emissions. Red eyes greeted him in the bathroom mirror. Had he been crying while dreaming? His heart thudded in his chest and he touched the left side to feel the sensation. His gut told him something was wrong.

He grabbed his laptop and sat back on the bed.

Using an old avatar, he tried to check her social media, but she had deleted everything. It was smart on her part. Kept her off the radar. Twyla's accounts were locked, and Kendall's had become strictly business. When he typed in her name only pictures of her from Kendall's or Chez's fans popped up and they were very few compared to when she had been active online.

His fingers itched to call Twyla, but he refrained.

It wasn't right to try and bounce in and out of her life. She had money. She had support. She would do what she had to do to take care of herself and Sydette.

He shut down his laptop and went outside to walk the grounds. One of Klaue's new security team eyed him hard when he stepped to the rear of the house. Erik waved him off and continued meandering under the moonlight. The acute sensations of feeling Yani's presence had finally faded.

But something tugged at his spirit.

Something felt amiss.

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Yani sat wearing a paper medical gown in a room filled with five other women dressed the same.

They all sat in a silent queue that they probably never thought they would find themselves in.

Yani kept her head down and stared at her bare feet encased in sandals. A woman sitting adjacent from her stared at her head, and she regretted not wearing one of her wigs. She still felt very self-conscious about the scar. Only part of the hair grew back and the rest was small but vivid scar tissue. Shiny like one of Killmonger's keloids.

Her heart jumped when she thought of him. She worried the thin material of the medical gown with her fingers as her nerves ratcheted up. A thin Latino looking woman was called to follow a Doctor's assistant and Yani could feel the collective anxiety from all the other women and herself as they watched the woman go through a door that closed with a loud bang. She wished she could text Twyla just to have something to do to occupy her mind, but her cousin was posted up at the hotel they were staying at awaiting her call for when the procedure was done.

Procedure.

Yani closed her eyes.

When she first found out she was pregnant with Sydette she was so ready to go to a clinic and terminate. Fidgeting in her seat, she couldn't imagine doing that. But that was only because she had Sweet Pea now, knew her, loved her. It seemed like such an easy thing to do back then especially when she was so angry with Chez and how that pregnancy came to be.

This one was different. It was an accident. A loving accident.

Her tummy flip-flopped and she felt her leg shake a bit with nerves. Another woman was called to go away. Yani was next if they were going in order as they had been.

An older white woman with tight crows feet around her eyes opened the door soon enough and looked Yani in the eye. Yani stood up and tried to close the back of her gown that had begun to stick to her backside from nervous sweat.

She was taken into a sterile room and asked to lay back on a cool blue gynecology chair with a protective white hygienic cover. The assistant helped her place her legs in some stirrups and adjusted her backrest for comfort.

Yani felt her blood pressure rise up and her breathing grew erratic.

The assistant's voice was raspy as she spoke from a protective mask.

"Try to relax. I'm going to place Misoprostol against your cervix. It will soften it for us, and then in two hours the doctor will come in and we'll start. Okay?"

Yani nodded but when the woman touched her thigh to let her know she was about to proceed, Yani tensed up and her hands went to her stomach and covered it.

"Stop, please."

The assistant stared at Yani and pulled away from her.

"You need a moment?"

Yani nodded and felt the small prick of a tear in her eye. She covered her face with her right hand.

"I'll come back—"

"I'm nervous."

The assistant gave a small sigh and when she was about to say something more, a Black woman with a short gray 'fro walked in.

"She's nervous," the assistant said.

Yani watched the Black woman approach her side. The woman touched her arm and gave it a soft pat. Her hand was warm.

"It's alright," the woman said.

"I'm sorry—"

"No need for you to be sorry. This isn't easy for any woman. Even the ones who act like it's no big deal. I'm the doctor who will be working with you. How would you like for me to proceed?"

The doctor reached out for her hand, and Yani accepted the comfort.

Closing her eyes, she rested her head back and exhaled.

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Twyla drove to the side of the non-descript building and Yani walked to their rental car. She climbed into the passenger seat and burst into tears.

"Oh…cuz…it's alright."

Twyla caressed her scalp and turned Yani's face toward her. "I couldn't do it."

"What?"

Yani shook her head and covered her mouth.

"You didn't-?"

"No."

Twyla held Yani's hand.

"They are going to kill me back home."

"No. Disappointed…yes. But they will love this one like Sydette."

"Yuh disappointed with me?"

"I don't want to see you struggle again. You are supposed to be a doctor, Yani. It just gets harder with two babies."

"Yuh think I should abort this one?"

"I can't make that choice for you."

"They had my legs up and were prepping me and I just…I thought…this was an accident, but it didn't have to be a mistake. I know it don't make sense, and everyone will think I'm just a stupid woman who can't keep her legs shut. I want to be selfish for this child, for its father's sake. Killmonger…he's a good man. We all know he ah bad man when him with Klaue, he said it himself. Him clear on that. But I know he wants to be a good man. In his own way. I don't know where he is, but I want to have this good. This baby is good. Hear mi?"

"I hear you, Yani."

"I have enough money for now. It will just take me a little longer to finish school. But I won't have to struggle like before."

Yani wiped her eyes again.

"I want him to have something good in the world. I want to keep my baby."

Twyla stared out of the window.

"He was so loving to us, Twyla. I know you think I'm stupid for this—"

"I never said that. It's just hard having a child alone. It's why I never did it."

Yani snuck a glance at her cousin.

"You ever regret your decision with Devon?"

"No. The choice was easy for me. It turned out to be the best thing for me. I won't tell yuh what to do. This your decision."

Twyla regarded her face with concern.

"Once we leave here, there's no going back, Yani. I mean, you could make another appointment—"

"No. I've made up my mind. My parents are going to hate me, no matter what you say, but it's what I want to do."

"Crazy gyal. Lord ah mercy I can already hear Auntie sucking her teeth."

Yani smiled even as she felt new tears falling down her cheeks.

She was accustomed to working hard her entire life. She'd just have to be on the grind even harder for Sydette, school, and this little one.

"Can yuh come with me to tell Auntie? I want her to know before my parents. I have to get my house in order."

"Be ready for her to have a fit…although…"

"Although what?" Yani asked, hesitation in her voice.

"She really liked that big nigga."

Yani's lips trembled and Twyla squeezed her hand again.

"She really did," Yani agreed.

"I really liked him too. Lord, here we go again!"

Twyla started the car and Yani rested her head in her seat and closed her eyes.

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Twyla stood in the kitchen doorway as Yani sat on a loveseat with Sydette seated next to her.

"Yuh understand what Mama is saying? You will be a big sister," Yani said.

"In there?" Sydette said pointing to Yani's belly.

"Yeah, the baby is in there. I'll get a big stomach like Sandrina."

"Can I talk to the baby?"

"Anytime you want."

Sydette leaned forward pressing her ear to Yani's stomach.

"You in there baby? Can yuh hear me?"

"You like being a big sister?"

Sydette nodded.

Yani's eyes swept over to her mother and her Aunt Leona. Her mother's face was tight, but she found strength in Leona's firm stance that Yani's mother not scold her or talk down to her. Leona herself was disappointed at first, but then she immediately steeled herself to support Yani when she told the rest of the family. Everyone knew who the daddy was, and they all knew the man was never coming back.

"The baby sleep in my room with me?"

"Yes, love. When it gets a little bigger."

"Will I have a brother or a sister?"

"We won't know until it gets here. What do you want me to have?"

"A brother."

Paula stood up and walked over to Yani, taking a seat next to Sydette.

"Your life is in your hands—"

"Mommy—"

"Let me finish. We didn't do right by you the first time…when you had Sydette—"

"Don't—"

"Listen. Your Daddy and me saw how hard you worked to raise your child on your own. I'm sorry we were so hard on you. We nuh treat yuh how we should have and we can't change that. But we can be better this time. I'm not ashamed of you, Yani. I know yuh think that. Yuh just make things tough on yourself and we don't want you to struggle like we did raising alla you girls. I'm sorry…"

"Mommy. Forget that—"

"Yes. Forget all of that past stuff and let's focus on getting this new pickney here healthy and in one piece," Leona said.

Sydette jumped down from the couch.

"Where yuh going, Sweet Pea? Yani asked.

"I have to use the bathroom."

Yani watched her daughter run to the bathroom on her own.

The evening was pleasant and her mother cooked dinner for all of them. Yani ate her fill of beef patties with fried rice and Sydette spent the night in their bed touching her stomach and talking to her sibling with soft whispers.

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"JaJa."

"Auntie."

Erik could see on his cell that she was standing outside of the Museum of Great Britain.

"The exhibit arrives in July. The opening will be on 15th."

"Thank you Auntie."

"I put in my request for vacation time."

"Good."

Her sharp eyes took in his face.

"Whatever you are about to do…be safe."

"Always."

Erik hung up and turned his eyes back to the small touchpad he watched outside on the backyard patio.

King T'Chaka sat in the United Nations, his voice confident as he addressed the assembly. How fitting that he should speak of peace and harmony among countries when Erik was preparing to bring that work to his own country's doorstep.

How fitting indeed.

Chapter 29 Here

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879.

survey by lilprincess

Approx. Time you began this survey: 12:54 pm.

Describe your mood right now: Pretty okay.

Spell your first name without vowels: Jssc

Age you will be on your next birthday: 26.

Zodiac Sign: Aries.

Do you believe what your horoscope says about your sign? Not really, no.

What state/region do you live in? Vic, Australia.

Height: 5′2″.

Do you smoke? A few a day.

Do you drink? Rarely.

What’s your ethnic background? Australian.

What’s your religious background? Baptised as Church of England, but I don’t practice any religions.

What’s your natural hair color? Brown.

What’s your natural eye color? Green.

Do you have any bad habits you want to break? Probably.

Name a few of your positive habits. I can’t even think of any right now. The only one that comes to mind is I need a shower every single night...? lol

Have you ever lived in a foreign country? Nope.

Did you vote in the Nov. 6 2012 presidential election? Not American, so no.

Are you even eligible to vote? Yeah.

Are you right handed or left handed? Right.

When you write, is your penmanship usually neat or do you tend to scribble? Bit of both.

Have you ever experienced an accident? (of any type): I can’t really think of anything major.

Do you have/want children? I have a daughter.

Are you environmentally conscious? I wish I was more.

What’s your favorite mode of transportation? My car.

Do you prefer 80’s - 90’s music compared to today’s music? Yeah.

Are you more of an introvert (quiet/shy), or extrovert (social butterfly)? 100% introverted.

What’s your favorite emoticon? I don’t really know. Haven’t put in any thought.

Do you miss the good old days of hand-written letters? Doesn’t worry me.

Do you enjoy receiving or giving more? Giving.

Are you good at keeping secrets? Yep.

Do you take or give advice more often? I don’t give any unsolicited advice. No one really gives me any either and if they do I guess I don’t pay attention.

Do you have your driver’s license? Yeah.

Would you rather be poor & happy or rich but miserable? Poor and happy.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? When I was younger, then after that I was obviously trying for a baby so.

Have you ever blocked someone on Facebook? Yes.

Do you think recreational marijuana should be nationally legalized? I’ve always had bad experiences with it so as much as I’d want to say yes, but I’m gonna have to say no.

Describe your perfect first date. Honestly, it doesn’t worry me. As long as we’re having fun.

Have you ever been high? Yes.

Have you ever watched a NC-17 rated film? Nope?

If you ever become reincarnated as an animal, what would you want it to be? Hmm. As weird as it is, a mouse. They’re small, fast, live anywhere lol.

Do you remember where you were/what you were doing on September 11, 2001? Yep. I would’ve been in bed. But when I woke up for school, I remember it being all over the News.

Do you ever wish you were of a different nationality/religion? Not really.

Are you more of a junk food addict or health nut? Junk food addict. Kinda wish I wasn’t tho.

Do you believe Antarctica should be considered the 7th world continent? I kind of already thought it was oop.

Describe your own sense of humor in 1 word: Stupid.

Have you ever quoted the Bible (or any other Holy Book)? Nope.

Have you ever completed a Sudoku puzzle? Yep. Plenty of them lol who am I.

Would you rather be a nuclear physicist or marine biologist? Marine biologist for sure!

Do you have a deep, dark secret you’re hiding from every one? Probably lol

Would you rather be able to soar like an eagle or swim like a dolphin? Can I do both?

If you wanted to learn a foreign language, what would it be? Honestly, anything!

Are you bi-curious? Don’t really label my sexuality. It is what it is.

Did you watch the Disney Channel or Nickelodeon more as a kid? I was a Disney Channel freak honestly. But I did like Nickelodeon every now and again as well like Camp Orange and Zoey 101 omg memories lol.

Name 5 films that were made the year you were born: I have to Google this one.

Billy Madison, Babe, Toy Story 1, Braveheart and Clueless.

Did you have a lot of friends in high school? From like year 9 to 11 I did.

Do you rely more on the newspaper, Internet or TV as your news source? Neither. Don’t really keep up with it. It comes up on Facebook every now and again, but that’s all really.

True or false: Bigger is better. Not always?

Do you think religion is the primary cause of war? Nah.

What’s your favorite pizza topping? Sauce and cheese.

Think of your wardrobe. What color do you wear the most? Black.

Have you ever been to a planetarium? Yes.

Do you feel like you connect more with animals or other people? People.

Do you feel like sometimes you have to lie in order to protect yourself? Not really, no.

How often do you exercise? Never.

Can you swear in a different language? yeah.

Do you think teachers/doctors deserve to get paid more than pro athletes? To an extent, yes.

From a scale of 1- 5, you would rate this survey: 5.

Do you think most of these questions were more original or more ordinary? It’s a bit in between.

Approx. time you completed this survey: 1:08 pm.

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoldretired · 4 years

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alrighty! im gonna talk about my two new dr!ocs and some updates on sheon’s whole thing. remember they don’t have names yet adkaljasdkfa

SURVIVOR: the ultimate jazz singer.

as mentioned, she’s the ultimate jazz singer. pretty subdued personality, but she’s the type of jazz singer who would just. scream into a microphone a la screamin jay hawkins. she is pretty neutral/friendly but disconnected in the prologue/first chapter/second chapter. she gets more jittery as the interactions go on. but once you get to the post-fte section of chapter two, that night she actually tries to kill the protag. at this point its revealed her big Angsty Backstory is she got involved with drugs through the music scene and is currently suffering withdrawal symptoms and is Super desperate (something ive seen a lot with my co-musicians and its not good) big breakdown, really delirious, will eventually be talked off the ledge and calmed down. kind of like if sayaka was actually calmed down in thh chap 1

just so happens that during the night whoopsy someone else was killed. so you two have an alibi but to reveal it means you tell everyone about her issues. either there might be a lying feature like in drv3 to cover, or you tell the truth and end up isolating her. for chapter three and most of four she will keep her distance from the protag bc she’s uncomfortable but will eventually reach out to be friends again after chap 4 execution.

is generally pretty useful during trials, tends to be a person who tries to help calm down more emotional students and look at things logically. is good at trying to calm down the blackened once the protag catches their bluff bc she understands what its like to be desperate. she does, however, cry during/after every punishment. tells others not to speak poorly of their executed classmates.

she compulsively chews gum, and one of her favorite gifts would be gum. jokes about having an oral fixation. during school mode she might joke about singing love songs but being so awkward about it in real life. really likes dogs, has a dog plushie in her room.

a first two fte will focus on her health/wellbeing. the third she’ll ask to not talk about that anymore and the next three are just about general stuff. the final one she’ll basically go a little further into detail but the moral of her story is like, she’s not a bad person for doing what she did, no one is. she’s just a person. and it cn happen to anymore.

dresses in clothes more inspired by late mod/early 70s fashion. hoestly im seeing like a turtleneck/pantsuit combo. short curly hair. big heavy under eyelashes.

MASTERMIND: the ultimate drag racer (ultimate cruiser)

ok but I LOVE him. personality wise he’s the story’s anxious character, think closer in personality to chap 1 shuichi. quiet, skittish, easily flustered, sometimes cracks jokes that fall flat. he’s framed for the chap 1 murder (someone died in a go kart accident, its assumed he sabotaged the other car, his argument is why would he kill someone in a race in front of all his classmates?) the protag obviously works hard to prove he’s innocent. after the execution he makes a promise to the protag that he owes him one big time, and while it seems innocent at the time, the wording should have like. a slight suspicious undertone.

he’ll investigate weirder areas of the school instead of practical (sometimes he has clues sometimes not) and if there’s ever a mechanical question for a trial, you’ll generally ask him for clarification. he’s not very trusting of others and is often the one to accuse others/bring the information learned in trials back into the real world and make a big deal out of it. for example, he’ll make a big deal about the attempted murder in chap 2, and he’s the one who’s constantly accusing sheon of being a traitor

at first he seems like he’s just anxious, but obviously, he’s the mastermind, and he’s trying to tear the group apart.

his fte he’s awkward the first few times but he opens up slowly, showing actual comfort/joy around the protag. wants to be close friends. offers to take protag go karting. while their personality is pretty awkward most of the time, there are flashes of an adrenaline junky every now and then especially when talking about cars, where he seems so full of life and drive it’s almost scary. very competitive during these times, his determination almost taking a sadistic glee when talking about beating others. of course he explains it as his cutthroat sport, but ya know...mastermind. instead of saying we’re going to survive he says we’re going to win. friendly towards the others but doesn’t really care about them focused on protag. is consciously trying to seperate protag from sheon.

for a mastermind he’s actually quite the empath and grows attached to his classmates, which he actually takes pleasure in the amount of despair he feels after each of their executions. reason behind the game is the adrenaline rush he feels, never has felt more alive than on despair. he discovered the rush the first time he got in a car accident, and the moments before his crash where like pure bliss. he wanted to let everyone else feel his feverish joy, and talks about how everyone has enjoyed this, deep down. they’re all getting their sick kicks. breaks the fourth wall and alludes to the fact that the protag (through the player) is having the most fun of all.

final trial where it’s revealed, he’s still v attached to the protag in like an almost yandere way and wants to follow up on the favor he owes from chap 1. he offers a deal to the protag where if they’re welcome to be their accomplice in all this and get out of the game. protag should push to bargain that everyone can give up their morals, sacrifice themselves to despair, and live as the mastermind’s accomplice in exchange for ending the killing game.

eventually, he’ll agree, but only if the group decides one life among them to sacrifice for no other reason than to kill an innocent friend. the way to get to the correct ending is to choose yourself which will like invalidate the deal. protag ends up dying and everyone else lives. leaves the mastermind in a despair, but for the first time, he does not derive any pleasure.

takes a LOT OF GLEE in admitting he convinced everyone else sheon was the traitor when she was not, everyone else is horrified.

anyways. his school mode/love mode events show his more likeable side, he can actually be a really cute partner if it weren’t for the part he’s evil but uh. soft sometimes.

really likes energy drinks. talks about sponsorships. color scheme is like. a black racing suit but his jacket is tied around his waist and he’s wearing a wife beater. tons of accents of neon all over his outfit from like patches and brand deals. backwards hat. blushes easily. has a mullet. i love him.

“TRAITOR” : SHEON FUKUDA (the ultimate film maker)

ok so. still antagonistic. but more in the way of pushing your buttons and pointing out your flaws in a trial. like somewhere between antagonist and kirigiri. super chill personality, cracks a lot of jokes, is hardcore struggling with the games and will be open about her mental illness. her fatal flaw is still her martyr complex

is first framed after chap 2 bc of accused of having the ability to direct and oversee a production like this, and from that moment forward no one can trust her and she’s SUPER alienated. she’s still awkwardly trying to be friends/friendly but people act like she’s going to betray them all. tries to prove innocence multiple times going as far as to beginning of chap 3 announce to the group if they need to kill anyone, let it be her so no one else gets hurt and is super transparent about who she is. but this transparency makes people more suspicious. as she goes on she gets more desperate/gallows humor. last convo bfore chap 5 begins she has a vague conversation about with protag about if they fear death. chap 5 would end up being either a suicide or double murder (they killed each other one in attack the other while being defended against) so there’s no execution but monokuma still wants something. its also in this trial that the ultimate drag racer plants evidence taht makes it look like she’s the traitor and is addressed head on.

a common motif for her is ‘playing the role assigned’ and knowing who she is and who she isn’t. she’s pretty comfortable knowing who she is but expresses unhappiness about being painted a villain. maybe like, three times through the story to this point it’s established as a motif/quirk of fitting a role she’s assigned bc if the protag asks her a question about herself/past/the overall story, she asks the protag a question like well, what do you want 1) 2) and you choose and she’s like. ok. then its _______. same thing here. as she’s finally excused she stares at the protag and is like do you really believe im the traitor? (yes) stares long and hard, somethng sad and defeated in her eyes. ok then. i am.

the trial doesn’t have a punishment originally planned bc the blackened are not alive. but she chooses not to vote and willingly chooses to be punished because everyone else has decided she’s the traitor and she chooses to play along so they can get closure. her last conversation should be about choosing the act of resistance, no matter how convoluted it can be. she doesn’t fear death. the pain sure, but not death. this was her choice to be punished, not the masterminds, and she hopes they lose any glee they take in her suffering because its a sacrifice for hope instead of a death in despair. last request is that she asks for the protag to make sure the manuscripts she wrote during her time are published, the last great work of sheon fukuda.

EXECUTION: CULTURE SHOCK so she wakes up on a soundstage to blinding light. she’s attached with electrodes. monokuma is sitting on a director’s chair with a director’s hat. basically the premise is as the ultimate film maker, she has to recreate different iconic movie scenes and every time she makes a mistake she gets shocked. she keeps on getting thrown into new scenes into the middle of old ones, throwing her off. after a sequence of costume changes/farces she finally collapses in the soundstage.

beat. she looks up. above the soundstage is a sign that says “congratulations” or something. everyone gasps. she believes she beat it. a single light comes on in center stage prompting her to take a bow. she stumbles over, stands up, and looks into the shadows in the general direction of her classmates. a teleprompter prompts her classmates to clap. she takes glee, soaking in her win, and bows. as she comes up she smiles for a second before a short rings out. she’s shot through the heart. culture shock!

fte are mostly talking about directors/film references and what its like to be a film maker. real dry humor, sometimes talks about deeper stuff. her backstory is that her dad was working for an american embassy so she grew up in america going to art shool, and she feels out of place, despite being a japanese student with the same basic culture as everyone else. sometimes talks about slimeball directors, sometimes talks about missing certain food, loves takling about movies. as a filmmaker she specializes in dark comedy/farce which makes her suspicious of how someone can enjoy writing somethng so twisted

views are very intersectional, a little new agey, but still well put together. clearly a free spirit, very quirky from working in cinema, super dry sense of humor. likes philosophy

really likes blueberry jam. favorite item is somthing blueberry.

after chap 1 trial she expresses to the protag how she can never be the blackened, not just because of murdering one student, but to get away with it, everyone else would be punished instead, and she can’t deal with the blood on her hands.

is open about her struggles with mental illness and how she was getting help and showing improvement bfore coming here but now she feels herself spiraling and hates it.

values everyone here as good friends, and while she tries to play it off she hates how they’re painting her as a villain. takes every death very personally.

color scheme is very pastel, and she wears sweat pants and a collared shirt with a light blue robe. you can’t tell if those are pajamas or an outfit. wears rose-colored glasses. all about the aesthetic, just lean so far into film culture with her. personality/feelings towards style are very influenced by the fact she went to an american arts school instead of a japanese school like her peers so every part of her is slightly off/quirky/out-of-touch

she’ll mostly wear the glasses over her eyes, sometimes pushing them down on her nose for emphasis to make eye contact. only her anger sprite (point) shows her taking them off.

during her execution she pushes them onto her forehead before taking her bow, almost to meet eye to eye. after she’s shot the last frame is them landing on the ground, cracking.

i love sheon so much

#dr oc #sheon fukuda #dr after party

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Give me a random word in another language. Tell me what it means. ulica - street or czekolada - chocolate *I bet you read/spell those wrong :P

How long does it roughly take you to do grocery shopping? depends, I’m pretty fast, especially if I buy local but sometimes there’s no product I need in the store so I go to another

Which city would you like to visit- Rome, London or Paris? London, then Paris, then Rome

Would you rather visit Australia or Germany? Germany, I have no interest in Australia at this point

Would you prefer a pet rat, mouse, snake, lizard or spider? rat or mouse, definitely not a spider because of M.

Can you play the violin? If not, would you like to? no and no

Can you keep a pokerface and not show your emotions easily? often

Are you a good liar (tell the truth this time)? can be but I don’t like to lie

Are you wearing shoes, just socks or nothing on your feet? ugg slippers and fuzzy socks

Do you prefer to write etc, etcetera or something else? etc itp itd and such

Do you think rainbows are pretty or overrated? overrated

Are you more skeptical or gullible? skeptical

How often do you drink sodas or fizzy drinks? never

Do you currently live in the same country you were born in? sure

Do you struggle to articulate your thoughts and feelings? sometimes

Do you like carrot cake? gross

Don’t you hate it when people say ‘I don’t mean to be rude but…’? omg

How good is your memory? ha ha ha

Is there anyone you love, whose name starts with M? XD

Have your neighbors ever complained that your music/TV was too loud? weird but they actually didn’t!

How many zeroes occur in your mobile phone number? none

Are you currently wearing anything green? am not

Name an animal that starts with the 2nd letter of your middle name. -

Have you ever had feelings for someone whose name started with S? yup

How many red lipsticks do you own? old one, past expiration date

What are you doing to improve or maintain your health currently? my best lmfao which is not enough, if only I had money...

Do you ever look at someone’s social media posts and feel a little jealous? who doesn’t?

Do you like how your hair looks today? I washed them last night but didn’t look at myself in the mirror in the morning just yet

What health problem are you struggling with currently? list is too long

Do you take life day by day? I’m on survival mode

Do you have a lot of questions? would say so

List 10 fashion trends you like/dislike. current? I’m not aware... let me check according to Vogue there are puffy sleeves that I’m not into but they’re not gross, gold - fine if not too much I suppose, cardigans - I prefer not open tops but sometimes they’re useful indeed, check pattern (no surprises here - checkered stuff for summer? groundbreaking) - same opinion as with puffy sleeves, maybe it’s the fact of popularity and fall stereotypes that pushes me away from the thing but... nvm, lets move on! fringe - bags with it are noice but I prefer to not use smth that might cause an accident... matrix coats? why not?! Nat’s Spike mode - count me in? gonna feel like a leather couch again, red color causes my anxiety and anger issues but in small doses is like gold I mentioned above, suits are Vinnie’s but I don’t mind ‘em for specific occassions, inflate bottoms aren’t casual so not no chance of using that in everyday life, masculine fashion? POSITIVELY TRIGGERED - love me some bad boy vibes - excited AF, back to black - classy, what else is there to say? ;)

Are you ready for Jesus to come back? please

Do you believe that Jesus lived and is returning? hopefully?

Do you have too much clutter in your home? we are hoarders/maximalists

If you were rich, would you get a professional photoshoot done? *shrug*

Have you ever taken a photo every day for a year? no patience for shit like that, sorry

Do you have way too many photos stored on your computer? oh well...

Do you take a lot of selfies? probably

Do you ever multi-task? usually

Are you multi-tasking right now? not really atm

Are you “with” the very last person you kissed? we’re engaged

Have you ever broken up with someone for someone else? poniekąd na koloniach był taki chłopczyk, którego nikt nie lubił, najmłodszy, no i mi go było żal, że Aneta (w jego wieku, moja koleżanka) nie chce z nim tańczyć to się nad nim zlitowałam i od razu mnie polubił, przyniósł mi kwiatki jakieś wodne i potem po prostu przestałam się nim zajmować bo nasza opiekunka szukała dziewczyn dla takiego grubszego chłopaka nieśmiałego i dzięki temu miał grono fanek, ale wybrał akurat mnie i to mi pochlebiało, dał mi swoją czapkę z daszkiem na trochę (potem wyjechał szybciej niż inni więc mu oddałam i w sumie trochę szkoda było iż nie miałam z nim kontaktu bo się wstydziłam poprosić - mówili na niego LODÓWA), w końcu zdeterminowana wziąć kolonijny ślub uczepiłam się wręcz Łukasza (kolegi tamtego - Piotra czy Pawła) i nawet miałam pierścionek zrobiony specjalnie dla nas przez kowala oraz dyplom, wykonywaliśmy zadania i wyniósł mnie na rękach (ledwo) i suknię ślubną skleciłam hahaha, a tak na serio robiłam to tylko żeby się pochwalić, że ktoś mnie chciał, nie ważne kto, a tamten pierwszy malec mnie za to kopnął w dupę (serio) i musiałam się z nim godzić przy wychowawcy, ale mnie unikał jak ognia obrażony potem, wszyscy byli ode mnie kilka lat młodsi ^^” taka byłam, albo to była Anya/Amy, nie wiem, chciałam się dopasować, moje BPD ze mnie wyłaziło ehh jeśli to się nie liczy to były potem też przecież momenty kiedy przerzucałam się z jednej dziewczyny na drugą zainteresowaniem bardzo szybko, czasami wracałam do poprzedniej byleby dostać odrobinę uwagi, czuć sie potrzebna, nie być taka samotna czy coś - ale nie liczyłam na nic poważnego, żyłam tu i teraz, żeby nie odstawać, bo przyszłości przecież i tak miałam nie mieć, więc dowartościowanie się jedynie wchodziło w grę lub poczucie przynależności, bycie opcją, wręcz masochistycznie nawet jak wiadomo, swego rodzaju bezpieczeństwo - flirt/zabawa

How many windows are open on your computer? shitload

Have you ever laughed at something that wasn’t meant to be funny? whoops

Have you done anything sneaky lately? maybe

Does someone have feelings for you? it seems

Are you hard to please? am I? I’m picky about some things but usually it’s not my fault like food, sigh...

Relationship to the last person you called? my doctor

What color shirt are you wearing? grey

Is there anything you wish you did today? Why haven’t you done it? I plan, I’ll try

What were you doing before you started this survey? bunch of things

Can you honestly say that you love yourself? umm...

Do you think you spend too much time feeling upset? sadly

Do you own a pair of uggs? have ‘em on! as I already said above

Has the person you have feelings for ever told you that you’re attractive? I don’t believe her

Do you hide your feelings or show them? depends, usually show tho

Do you like to have long hair or short hair? short

Do you think relationships are hard? everything is but point is if it’s worthy

Any friends who are constantly venting about their significant other? luckily no longer have any friends like that, no friends at all actually

Have you ever been ice-skating? just once and don’t wanna

Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep? often

Have you ever seen an albino person, in person? I haven’t

Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? nope

Do you obsessively apply lip-gloss or lip balm? eww, hell no

Have you ever walked into a massive cobweb? yeah, gross

When you can tell that someone’s lying, do you call them out on it? sometimes, I might

Do you like Musicals? nooo

Do you live with anyone that you try to avoid at all costs? no comment

When was the last time you cried? that night from happiness :3

What kind of bottoms are you wearing? my SW pajama pants but gonna change now

What do you hear right now? my mom talking <rolling my eyes>

In the past week have you got your hair cut? nope

In the past week have you felt sad? obvi

Has someone disappointed you recently? yep

If you could pack up and move, would you? asap

What is something in your life that you feel hopeful about right now? I’m scared to...

What was the last thing you worried about that turned out better than expected? my gf proposing to me for example?

What is a meal you eat extremely often? Or do your meals & food choices vary a lot? bread, I wish I had variety :(

When was the last time you felt unable or unwilling to speak your mind to someone? with my mother it’s frequent

What was the last thing you changed your mind about? it’s a rollerclaster XD

Who do you feel you can count on the most in life? Is there anyone you wish you could count on more? dad and M. - I wish I could count on my other parent and sister...

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asexual-hugger · 4 years

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Allison McQueen awakens one morning to rain pelting outside her apartment window. As much as she hates being outside in it, she finds the pattering sound to be relaxing.

Ugh. She groans silently, turning over and covering her ears with her pillow. And I was planning on riding my bike to work today.

Thinking of work, she forces herself out of bed, grumbling, and heads to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Detective Sinclaire always praised her punctuality and positive attitude, so she has no intentions of stopping that now.

She sifts through her laundry. What would be good work attire? Something comfortable, yet suitable for biking in and wearing in the rain.

She’s reaching for a striped top and green leggings when there’s a knock at her door.

Who in the world could that be?

She drops the outfit on top of the pile and walks into the living room to look through the peephole.

Even with the dark raincoat and matching umbrella shadowing his face, she would recognize him anywhere.

She unlocks the door and opens it.

“Detective Sinclaire!” she cries in disbelief.

Her boss is standing on her porch, all business and super cute at the same time. Water runs down the sides of his umbrella and puddles around his feet.

“Good morning, Miss McQueen.” He flashes her his million-megawatt smile, and it’s all she can do to keep her legs from buckling. He is so handsome when he smiles.

“Oh, my god, I probably look a fright!” Embarrassed, Allison feels her cheeks flush and quickly glances down at the T-shirt she uses for pajamas. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. What are you doing here?”

Sinclaire shakes out his umbrella and studies her curiously. Was that amusement on his face?

“I know I’m unannounced,” he says, “and I apologize. I got up early and noticed it was raining, and I immediately thought of how miserable you would probably be if you bicycled to the estate, so I came by to take you myself.”

He nods behind him, where Allison can see the all-too-familiar black patrol vehicle parked in front of her complex.

“You...came by to drive me to work, in your cop car?” Allison is stunned, but she can feel her heart thudding a mile a minute.

Riding in Detective Sinclaire’s patrol car...with Detective Sinclaire...all the way to Ledford Park.

Suddenly, sitting right next to him made her flushed and nervous.

“Miss McQueen?” Sinclaire is eyeing her. “Are you all right with me driving us to work today?”

“Yes!” The word escapes her before she can stop it. “Yes! I am very all right with that! Thank you. I don’t have a car, so I was preparing on riding over like normal. Let me...just go get dressed. Would you like to wait inside?”

“Thank you.” Sinclaire steps into her apartment, and it suddenly seems smaller than it already is. Allison realizes that he has never been inside her unit before, and her already-flushed face burns even more as she knows he’s probably examining every detail.

“I’m sorry my place is so small and messy,” Allison calls from the bathroom. “Again, I wasn’t expecting you to come by. It caught me off-guard. Don’t worry about getting the floor wet from your umbrella. I’ll deal with it later.”

“It’s no problem, really,” Sinclaire insists. “I probably should have texted or called to say I was coming by. I just couldn’t stand to think of you riding your bicycle in this dreadful weather. I know it’s probably your primary mode of transportation. The last thing I need is for you to get into another accident.” He is extra careful of his surroundings as he gently sits down on her couch, making sure his wet clothes don’t soak it.

“I’m glad you came by.” Allison steps out of the bathroom, and Sinclaire’s eyes immediately travel to her outfit. “I know it’s not what you were expecting, but I was trying to put together something I could ride in and wear in the rain.”

“I’m not judging,” Sinclaire insists. “I only hope you own a raincoat. If not, I might have something in the car you could borrow.”

Allison pulls a purple jacket off a pile of winter wear in the corner and holds it up.

“I have this,” she states. “It’s my first choice whenever it rains. It’s short, it’s warm, and it’s monogrammed with the mascot and colors of my brother’s law school.”

Her older brother, Harry, is a lawyer.

“Your brother’s law school, huh?” Sinclaire studies it with an intense gaze. “Your brother must be proud to have a sister like you showcasing his school colors around. I know I’m proud. I’m proud to have you as my assistant. I knew I made the right choice when I signed you on.” He gets up off the couch and uses his umbrella as support. Allison slips into the jacket. “Ready?”

“I’m ready,” she says, hoping that he doesn’t get too police-y and spot her fear with his detective skills. She swears she can hear her own heartbeat.

Why did Sinclaire always make her feel this way? Why did she want to swoon every time she was in his presence? Why did he have that effect on her? He was her boss. Feeling things like desire were forbidden in a business relationship. Now she was walking next to him, almost touching his shoulder...it is all she can do to keep her emotions back.

“Here.” Sinclaire unfolds his umbrella the second before the two of them step back into the rain, and he holds it tightly over both their heads. “The car’s just there. It’s a very short walk.”

As soon as they get to the patrol car, Sinclaire, being the gentleman that he is, quickly opens the passenger door for Allison.

“Your ride, my lady,” he says gallantly.

“Thank you, my good sir,” Allison answers, trying to imitate his fancy mannerisms.

He holds the umbrella over her head until she is safely inside the car, and then he closes the door and walks around to the other side, sliding in behind the wheel.

Damn; he was adorkable.

“Fasten your seatbelt,” he orders.

“Yes, sir.” Allison hides a nervous giggle at his cop voice, and clips the belt into place over her chest.

The inside of the car is nice and warm, and Allison can’t help looking around the interior with awe. The last time she remembered being in this car was when Sinclaire drove her home after her traumatic experience with Dylan. It was the night they met, three years ago.

Sinclaire revs the engine, turning his keys in the ignition. The car gives off a gentle purr.

“I can barely hear the engine start,” Allison observes. “You could drive this thing on Stealth Mode, kind of like KITT in ‘Knight Rider.’”

“I do not know of this ‘Knight Rider,’ but I do know how to be stealthy,” is Sinclaire’s response. “That’s the whole purpose of having a quiet engine. It takes the bad guys by surprise.”

“Oh, my god, you are such a Michael Knight!” Allison comments. “You could totally be the badass undercover cop driving your super stealth car. The only difference is that KITT actually talks.”

“Hold it.” Sinclaire interrupts. “Is KITT some code name for something? And who’s Michael Knight?”

“Michael Knight is the hero of the story,” Allison explains. “He’s a freelancer with the Foundation for Law and Government, and KITT’s his car. It actually stands for Knight Industries Two Thousand.”

“K.I.T.T.” Sinclaire seems to go over the name in his mind. “Oh, so it’s an acronym. I thought it was actually someone’s name. That’s intriguing. What is this story called again?”

“Knight Rider,” Allison answers. “It’s a TV show that was on back in the 1980s, and it’s currently one of my favorites.”

“Easy, Miss McQueen, or I’m going to start watching it,” Sinclaire warns, but there’s a sparkle in his eyes.

Again Allison feels butterflies. It’s like the second he looked at her, it set her off. She bites her lip and turns to face the road, watching the cars go by as they’re reflected in the wet pavement.

If this guy was not my boss, we might actually be dating, Allison thinks, but the second the word ‘dating’ leaves her head, she grimaces. Dating was the last thing she ever wanted to do. With anyone. The idea had always been disgusting to her. It was right at the top of her Most Disgusting Things list, directly below sex.

Dating had been disgusting for a long time...until Detective Ernest Sinclaire with his police uniform, pistol and handcuffs had entered her life. Her real-life Knight Rider, in the flesh. The man who had saved her life three years ago before even knowing her. Ernest Sinclaire was a goddamn superhero.

He is so close to her. She keeps sneaking glances at him, his eyes laser-focused on the road as he steers smoothly through traffic. Somehow, she feels safe. Protected. And it’s not just because he’s a private investigator. He just makes her feel that way without doing anything.

He wouldn’t be interested in dating me anyway, even if he weren’t my boss, she tells herself silently. He’s way out of my league. Handsome guys with sophisticated manners, holding doors for ladies, wearing police uniforms, are almost always taken. It was hard to imagine that a guy like Sinclaire would still be single. He had to have a secret girlfriend somewhere: a girl just right for him, someone he took to movies on the weekend and called every night to flirt and confess his love. She envied that girl.

“You must be popular with the ladies,” she says, staring straight ahead. “Michael Knight was popular with the ladies. He was always rescuing damsels in distress and being the big hero.”

“Really?” Sinclaire turns a corner.

“Yeah,” Allison answers. “That’s why you’re kind of like him. You probably drive girls around all the time in your hot cop car when they’re in trouble, and I’m sure your girlfriend is jealous about it.”

“Girlfriend?” Sinclaire steals a glance at her, surprise written all over his face. “I, er, actually don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Wait, what?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Sinclaire repeats. “And I don’t drive around ‘just any girls’ in my car, unless they’re being arrested. Why would you assume I had a girlfriend?”

Because you’re so damn cute! Allison wants to say. How could you not have a girlfriend with THOSE looks?

But she doesn’t say it. Instead she shrugs. He seems offended by her assumption.

“I just thought,” she starts, her voice trailing off.

“What, because I wear a uniform and carry a badge and pistol that I have women swooning all over me?” Sinclaire’s voice almost sounds flat. “Because I’m good-looking? You’d be surprised, Miss McQueen. You think if I had someone special in my life that I would have hired YOU as my assistant? It most likely would have been HER. So no, I don’t have a girlfriend, and even if girls were falling for me left and right, which I have experienced on several occasions, I’m trained enough to ignore the attention. Although I guess I do see why you might have assumed.”

“I don’t have anyone special in my life, either,” Allison says, a glimmer of hope passing through her at the fact that he’s still available. “I only have Annabelle and Briar, and they mean the world to me.”

“It’s always good to have friends that look out for you,” Sinclaire says. “I’m glad you have that bond with them.”

His street comes into view, and as he turns down it, Allison looks out towards his window for any sign of the detective agency seen through the lines of trees. The moment the first white wall comes into view, she straightens in her seat. Sinclaire pulls the car up into the long driveway, the rain pattering against the windshield and the wipers streaking across it in a back and forth motion.

“Thanks for the ride,” Allison tells him.

“It was my pleasure.” He shuts off the engine and puts the car in Park, and then he turns to face her with another beaming smile. “I’m sure this was a lot better than getting on that bicycle.”

“You have no idea.” Allison flips the latch on her door and opens it to get out.

“Hold on.” Sinclaire unbuckles his seatbelt and grabs his umbrella as he opens the driver’s door, stepping outside to walk around the front of the car. He appears at her side with the umbrella open and held out towards her. “Best to keep you dry.”

Allison carefully steps out of the car and ducks under the umbrella, and he repositions it so it covers both of them. Closing the door behind her, he lifts a remote attached to his keys, locking all the doors with a click, and then they walk slowly up the porch to the estate.

“You have a lot of keys,” Allison observes. “I have a few here.” She gestures to the lanyard around her neck, where a ring of keys dangles. “I have my bike key, obviously, my mailbox key, the key to my apartment, and that’s basically it.”

“Maybe you should add to that collection.” Sinclaire unlocks the front door and lowers his umbrella, and then he reaches into the pocket of his jacket to pull out something. It’s a single key, on a ring, along with a small tube. “I had a copy made of the key to my estate last week, so you can have your own key to let yourself in if I’m not home.”

“Wait. Are you sure?” Allison looks doubtful. “I don’t want to look like I’m breaking into your house.”

“How can you break into my house if you have a key?” Sinclaire asks. “It’s not breaking in if you’re letting yourself in. In case I’m out on an errand or something, you have your own key to get in. There’s also a bottle of mace attached, so if you’re ever in trouble like you were last time and I’m not fast enough to reach you...” His voice trails off, and Allison can feel him suddenly trembling. Her fight with Dylan had to have eaten away at him way more than she thought.

She takes the key ring from him and turns the tube around. MACE, it says in bold letters on the front. Pepper spray. He had literally just handed her a bottle of pepper spray. The ultimate enemy on any unsuspecting attacker.

“Thanks, Detective. I appreciate it,” she says in a soft voice, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “Really.” His body relaxes slightly under her touch, and he gives her a determined nod. “I know I’ll put both to good use.”

“You’d better,” he cautions. “Preferably the mace. Lord Hester may be gone for the time being, but I can’t help feeling he’ll be back. I’ll sleep a lot better at night knowing that you can at least defend yourself with something. They keys can be a good tool, too, but I don’t find them nearly as effective as pepper spray. The attacker would have to be directly on top of you for you to even scratch his arm.” He holds the door wide open and stands aside to let her in first. “Of course, always, ALWAYS, feel free to call me if you need me. I’ll be over there in a flash.”

“I know,” she says, walking into the long front hallway, giving him an encouraging smile. “You went over that with me repeatedly during my orientation. I even put you on speed dial at number one in my phone at your persistent begging.”

“I only want to make sure you’re safe at all times,” he answers. “It never hurts to have a reminder. I’m your employer. I have to look out for my workers.”

“Your ONLY worker,” Allison reminds him. “And I’m not the everyday damsel in distress. I have a few tricks up my sleeves when it comes to surprises.”

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timehealsfanfictionbka · 4 years

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Time Heals....Chapter Thirty-Seven Pt. 2

Chris couldn’t keep the satisfied smirk off his face as he walked into the museum gala with Robyn on his arm and every person stopped to watch them walk in. Robyn looked over at him and poked his cheek, “stop gloating, VA.”

“What?” He said with a chuckle, “I’m trying not to be so obvious but damn you look better than everybody in here.”

“Including you?”

“Definitely including me. I’m a close second though.”

Robyn giggled, “I can agree with that.”

She leaned up to peck his lips, “love you.”

“I love you too, Baby. We should find my boss and say hi first that way it’s not a big deal if we leave earlier.”

“WHEN we leave early,” Robyn corrected.

“Yes Ma’am.”

Robyn chuckled as she nudged his shoulder. Chris nudged her back before kissing her temple.

It took a few more minutes before they were able to find Chris’s boss. Robyn looked over at him and he playfully rolled his eyes, “Trust me, she doesn’t want me and I don’t want her.”

“I’m not worried about that. She is pretty though.”

“Eh, she’s alright.”

“You do not have to downplay it for me.”

“I got the most amazing woman on my arm, I don’t have to downplay anything. Only got eyes for you.”

“Eww…. what romance novel you been reading?”

“See, why can’t I just say some sweet shit and you accept it?’

“Because that doesn’t sound like something you would say.”

“I am trying to not get ahead of myself because if I said what I really wanted, you might slap me.”

“Tonight. In my mood. You never know.”

Chris leaned back, “oh really. See, don’t start what you aren’t gonna finish. You can’t say stuff like that and we in sex-free mode.”

“Maybe I don’t want to stay in sex-free mode.”

“I am not doing this with you tonight. Let’s go say hi to my boss before you get me in more trouble.”

Robyn giggled as they continued walking over to his boss. Leilani Odo stood about five feet seven inches tall, had espresso colored skin and the lightest hazel eyes. She was an impressive specimen of a woman. Chris walked over to her and ceremoniously kissed her cheek, “Ms. Odo, I would you like you to meet my date for this evening and the mother of my twin daughters, Robyn Fenty.”

The two women sized each other up quickly before coming to a silent agreement. Robyn held out her hand and Leilani shook it, “Ms. Odo, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise Ms. Fenty but feel free to call me Leilani. Chris seems to forget that we aren’t in the office at the moment.”

“Of course, Leilani. Call me Robyn.”

“So Robyn, what do you do?”

“I’m a budget manager for a private company in Dallas.”

“Dallas? And you drove all the way here for tonight?”

“Chris is very persuasive.”

“That’s why he’s my best presenter for the department. Can charm anyone into anything.”

“Don’t I know it?”

Both women turned to look at Chris and he smiled shyly as Robyn leaned into his shoulder, “Chris said that you got him tickets for tonight.”

“I did. It was a bit of a gift for his presentation to my superiors. He made me look very good and they were very fond of him.”

“That’s awesome. He neglected to tell me that little tidbit.”

“Not too surprised. Also I heard around the office that he had started seeing this very beautiful young lady and wanted to meet you. Anybody that could mellow this guy out deserves an incredible night out on the town.”

Robyn chuckled, “thank you. And it wasn’t easy but I think I’ve got him trained.”

“Trained?” Chris interjected, “wooow”

Robyn and Leilani laughed.

“Well Robyn, Chris, I need to make some more rounds so I will see you later. Robyn, it was great to finally meet you.”

“Same here.”

“Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Leilani shook both of their hands before making her way to other guests in the room. Chris turned to Robyn, “you suddenly a comedian now?”

“What you mean?”

“You training me now?”

“Babe, it was just a joke.”

“Ooh I’m Babe now. So we official, official?”

“Not yet. I haven’t decided.”

“Why you playing with my emotions, Ms. Fenty?”

“I’m not. I’m really trying to figure this out.”

Chris leaned over to peck her lips, “I’m joking with you, Baby. Relax.”

“Chris, don’t joke about that. I’m trying not to be nervous about it.”

“What’s there to be nervous about? I’m not going nowhere regardless of what you decide.”

“What you gonna do? Stalk me?”

“Well we have kids so not quite but I’ll be around.”

Robyn giggled, “I’m joking with you, Baby. Relax.”

“Very funny.”

“I still love you.”

“You better.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chris’s eyes widened as he followed her into the darkened room partially lit by red strobe lights. The heavy Latin bass rattled the baseboards as they continued further into the room. His face formed a smirk as Robyn started gingerly swirling her hips as she walked.

Robyn looked back over her shoulder at Chris as she extended her hand to him. He quickly took it then moved to lead her to the floor. He spun her quickly before pulling her to him, aligning her back to his front. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “you might regret this.”

Robyn giggled, “why you say that?”

“You’ll see.”

Chris spun her to face him and grabbed her other hand before segueing into a few quick Salsa steps, his hips swaying smoothly.

“So you do remember how to dance?”

“I came out the womb dancing. You know better than to question that.”

Chris pressed her closer to his body as they moved in sync with each other, “I’m more surprised about you. I don’t remember you much for dancing if it wasn’t dancehall or soca.”

“Nothing wrong with widening your taste. Besides they play that here too.”

“Not surprised about that.”

“What you trying to say? That I’m not adventurous?”

“I’m saying ... absolutely nothing.”

Robyn chuckled, “I think tonight is gonna be a great night.”

“I think so. Ready to speed this up, Ms. Fenty?”

“Born ready.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Damn it, Robyn” Chris grunted out as he tried to get his arms out of his jacket. Robyn pushed it off his shoulders until it dropped on the seat beneath him. She reached down to pull her dress up over her hips then behind herself to slide down the zipper on her dress just enough for her to move around. Meanwhile, Chris was fiddling with his zipper as she straddled the top of his thighs. Robyn slid her hands over his to steady his movement, gingerly sliding the zipper down over his enlarged appendage. Shoving his pants down enough to get it out, Robyn wrapped her hand over it. The veins pulsed in her palm as half of it extended beyond her grasp. She looked at Chris then ran her tongue along the spot just beneath the head and Chris hissed in response. She giggled then did it a few more times before Chris grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

“What?” she murmured.

“I got one good nut built up in me right now and I do not wanna cum in your mouth. Stop it.”

She pushed his hand away from her hair before she swung the dark locks over one shoulder, “in that case -” She shifted upward and directed the appendage directly inside her. They both let out a soft sigh as she settled into place and her walls tightened around him.

“God, you feel so good.”

“Make yourself feel even better.”

“Can I ride it?”

“We ain’t got much room to do anything else.”

Robyn laughed, “You ruin everything, you know that? This isn’t supposed to be funny.”

“You the one who attacked me in the backseat of this damn car knowing we both tall as fuck. I’ma have a damn cramp by the time we finish.

“It was either here or get a ticket for public indecency in that club.”

“I know but-” Robyn tightened her walls around his dick and Chris moaned, “damn Girl, don’t do that.”

“Then stop ruining stuff and shut up.”

“You so violent.”

“I am gonna gag you, Christopher.”

“Promise?”

Robyn rolled her eyes as she shifted to place her hands, palms down, on the seat on either side of Chris’s head, “you get on my nerves.”

“I do? Show me.”

“Gladly.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Robyn.”

“Yes Baby?”

“My house is a mess.”

Robyn laughed as she surveyed the living room from her spot, between Chris’s legs, on the couch, “you did it.”

“I did not do it. You did.”

“Did you or did you not put me on that coffee table?

“I did but-”

“Did you or did you not have me against that bookcase?’

“I did but-”

“Did you or did you not-” Robyn stopped talking as Chris grabbed her face and started kissing her. She shifted her naked body to straddle his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She sucked on his tongue as he gently gripped her neck from the front. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he widened his legs causing her body to settle firmly against his midsection. A few moments passed before he pulled back. She took in a gulp of air as she tucked her face into his neck.

“After last night and you still rude as hell.”

“You like it. And I like you punishing me.”

“You’re dangerous.”

“I am not.”

“Robyn, you bit me.”

“You told me to.”

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did. I distinctly remember when you did.”

“When?”

“Well, you had me against the bookcase and I was messing with your ear then I started nibbling on it.”

“Exactly. Nibble. You bit my neck like a damn vampire. I probably have an imprint.”

“Well you choked me.”

“You told me to, repeatedly, then threatened to beat my ass if I didn’t. And I give spankings not take them.”

Robyn chuckled before kissing the side of his neck, “sorry if I hurt you.”

“You didn’t. Haven’t had sex this physical in years, that’s all. You ok?”

“I’m fine for now. Probably be sore later on but I can deal with that.”

“You know we might’ve had an accident.”

“What you mean?”

“Robyn, I never put on a condom.”

“I know and I never asked you to. What’s the accident?”

“You could get pregnant.”

“I’m on birth control and if you somehow magically get me pregnant on Depo. We’ll just have another baby and be a million dollars richer because I’ma sue the fuck out of them.”

Chris laughed.

“Chris, if I had an issue with it, I would’ve made sure you wore one or we wouldn’t have had sex last night. If I don’t say anything then it’s nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. You ok?’

“Yea, feel a little irresponsible but fine nonetheless.”

“You look like you got something else on your mind.”

“I do. Just trying to think if this is the right time to ask.”

“I’m naked in your lap in the middle of a wrecked living room, doesn’t get much more vulnerable or open than this so just ask.”

“Why’d we have sex last night?”

“Because I wanted to.”

“Even in our current status.”

“Our current status is exclusively dating, therefore fucking seems to fall underneath that. This wasn’t spontaneous, Chris.”

“It wasn’t?”

“I mean me wanting to have sex with you wasn’t spontaneous. How it happened definitely was, nobody plans to crack a coffee table. I made this decision before we even left your house so if it didn’t happen, I would’ve been ok and it did happen, I still would be ok. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t high. I just decided to do what I wanted and throw a bit of caution to the wind. No more. No less.”

“Ok since we being so honest-”

“Last night.”

“I didn’t even get the question out.”

“I know you so I already knew what the follow up was gonna be. Last night was better than eight years ago and I am not explaining why so don’t ask me.”

Chris laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple, “I love your stubborn ass.”

“I know.”

“So where do we go from here?”

“We keep building. We keep learning. We keep loving. If it’s meant to work out, it will.”

“Now what experience in your life taught you that?”

“The fact I’m lying here with you eight years after the most heartbreaking moment of my life. Something pulled us back here, whether we’re meant to be friends or be lovers has yet to be seen but we are clearly stuck with each other.”

“Not sure if you’re happy or upset about it.”

“I’m happy about it until you do something stupid to make me mad again.”

“I would promise that I won’t but I don’t wanna lie to you.”

“Good, cause I don’t want you to lie to me either.”

Chris laughed then kissed her temple, “so when you wanna start cleaning up?”

“Depends on how long it takes you to cum.”

Chris smirked as he grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up in the air. Robyn reached down to stroke his swelling dick as it started to straighten out, Once it was close to full extension, Chris sat her down on top of it and she moved her hands to his shoulders, “you ready to ride, Christopher?”

“I should be asking you that. Go for it.”

Robyn giggled as she started swirling her hips for a moment before locking her thighs around him and bucking hard. Chris dug his hand into her hair, tugging her head backwards as she kept riding, harder and faster. Her knees pressed deeper into couch cushions, Chris was pushed hard against the arm of the couch, the side table rocked with each buck forward. Robyn kept going. And she kept going. Chris could feel his orgasm at the tip of his dick and he wasn’t quite ready to cum yet. Before she could blink, Robyn was pushed on her back and Chris grabbed both her legs, placing them over one shoulder. He slowed down his stroke and watched as Robyn started to gasp for air and her eyes fluttered closed. He smacked her thigh with his other hand and her eyes snapped open with a hard emerald glare, “always keep your eyes on me, remember?”

He slammed into her, impaling her onto his whole dick before pulling out halfway then pushing back into her. Robyn anchored her hands onto the arm of the couch behind her head. Chris smirked as he let her legs down off his shoulders and spread them as wide as he could get them to go. He pulled out until just the tip was inside her. He swirled it around her outer walls before tapping it against her clit. The hood having pulled back, it was open and overly sensitive, causing Robyn to jump every time he touched it. He smeared his pre-cum across her clit and her lips then leaned back to watch her cum drip out of her and mingle with his. It was a creamy mess as it slowly trailed down her skin. Chris used the tip to catch it before it hit the couch then slid back inside of her. Robyn moaned loudly. Chris grabbed her by her hip then gingerly started stroking her again. He kept moving slow, trying to draw out his orgasm as much as he could. He felt a shock run up his spine, it could feel it building. Robyn was already shaking against him. Her Big O was coming too.

He tried to think of anything else but the beauty gyrating against him but it wasn’t working. He never thought they’d be here and definitely not so soon but he wasn’t gonna take advantage of this and start slacking off. She was confident and would definitely leave if he didn’t keep up what he had started doing. He also had to admit, learning about who she had become was fun and it endeared her to him even more. It helped to understand why she did what she did with their daughters and it got rid of the anger he was holding onto about it.

“Chris.” Robyn whispered drawing him out of his inner thoughts, “you’re drifting from me, Baby.”

“Just want you to get yours first.”

‘I’d rather we get ours together. Fill me up, please.”

“I will. I will.”

He started pushing into her harder and harder. Robyn clenched her walls trying to hold him in as much as she possibly could. He kept pushing. Kept stroking.

“Might wanna get that lawsuit ready because this just might be a baby,” Chris grunted out as his seed started to shoot into her body. Robyn arched up hard, her nails dragged along the sofa, stretching the leather as she screamed out. Chris wanted to move but his body had stiffened as his semen just kept coming. He could feel it starting to come out of her, it mingling with her juices and spreading all over their skin. This was gonna be a sticky mess. He was gonna have to get a new couch.

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deniigi · 5 years

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I heard you that you were taking prompts and I thought that maybe seeing Brett or Foggy interact with Daredevil and Miles-Spidey from your ITSV verse would be pretty cool. Feel free to throw this away if it’s not what you’re looking for!

I actually have something similar-ish to this in my drafts.

I’m putting this one under the cut since it’s a little longer.

Lol, so the premise of the larger piece this is from is that Technicolor Peter’s mutation reacts violently to the appearance of other spideys and kind of puts him into a berserk mode so all he wants to do is tear them limb from limb. Doesn’t show up much in this bit, but that’s the working idea here.

———–

“Put your hands up,” Brett called, full-voice.

Surprisingly, the four masks did this without question.

“Get on your knees.”

It was almost like they could sense the guns. Brett didn’tlike to aim one at anyone, but this shit was going too far. And Peter wasspeechless with fury this time. He’d tangled with a few of these characters onthe way to this particular alley and, to Brett’s surprise, had come out onbottom. Scrambling off from beneath one after the other.

Brett wasn’t sure if it was the quality of the costumes or thedesigns that pissed him off, or if it was the challenge to his territory, but anywayaround, little Pete was not havingthese cosplayers that night. He stayed crouched low against a nearby wall, morespiderlike than Brett had seen him.

Unhappy.

This was one unhappy Spidey.

He realized belatedly that his suspects were chatteringamong themselves and repeated the command for them to kneel.

“Dude, we gotta kneel,” one of them—the smallest one—hissedat the others.

“We don’t have time for this,” the one in the white suitsnapped.

“We don’t have timeto get shot either,” the small one insisted.

Boy had some sense in his head, then. That was a relief.

“He won’t shoot, he’s got no reason to—”

“Now. He’s got noreason to now.”

Brett really liked the small one. He glanced over to Peter,still sunken into the wall, and jerked his head a little. Asking him if he hadanything to say to these guys before they got to the hand-cuffing part of theevening. He didn’t respond.

Well, alright then.

“This is the last time I’m gonna say it, y’all. Get on yourknees,” Brett called.

“Hey, can you take a bullet?” the second tallest of thegroup asked the tallest over his shoulder.

“Take a—do I look like Superman to you???”

The second tallest Spidey turned his head to the side justbarely and shrugged lightly.

“Well, I mean. You dowork for a newspaper.”

“Is that seriously your baseline for bulletproof right now?”

“Yes?”

“Hey,” Brett called to get their attention. All four wentrigid and then eased up.

“Okay, alright, everyone shut up,” the tallest guy said tothe others. “This might be a good thing. We can make this work.”

Make what work? And why the fuck were they still blabberingon?

“This is it,” the smallest one moaned, “This is it. My dadis gonna kill me.”

“Same,” the white spidey sighed.

“No one’s dad is killing anyone,” The tallest guy said. “Weare just going to explain to this very nice officer and his very nice,marginally feral Spidey what’s goingon and through exuberance and charm, we will find the chain and then be righton our way—right, officer?”

Oh. That had been for his benefit, then, had it?

Ha.

Nice try.

****

“Name?”

“Parker.”

“Given name?”

“Peter.”

“Listen, sir. This is not a funny joke.”

“No, you listen, my friend. I am hilarious, but also 100% not trying to be funny right now. Name:Peter B. Parker. That one’s just Peter Parker.”

“So he’s your nephew, sir?”

This made the blond kid scream into his cuffed hands andsent the other two kids—kids becauseof fucking course they were—into peals of muffled giggling. The big uncle wasbeyond unimpressed.

“Yes,” he said, totally deadpan.

“Oh my god, no,”the blond kid burst out, “No, no, no.”

“He’s my nephew,” the uncle said tightly.

“I’m not. We’re cousins at most—”

“They named him after me ‘cause I’m so fucking handsome.”

“Oh my GOD, B. Shut the fuck up right—”

“They saw greatness and knew exactly what to do.”

This guy was. Well. He actually was kind of a riot. Half thestation was pretending like they weren’t giggling.

Funny, they were. Yes. But that did not make the situationone iota less unbelievable. Peter B. Parker had a state ID which literally,actually read ‘Peter Benjamin Parker’ and, for all that Brett could tell, itwas not a fake. He snuck it off to forensics to see if they thought it was afake, and while he and Steph held it, it fucking buzzed and zipped andshattered into color before resuming its normal corporeal form.

“Well, this is interesting,” Steph said.

Interesting, on the forensics team, was code for ‘bad.’

Steph and Kev came with Brett back into the bullpen wherethe blond kid was firmly renouncing any relation to his uncle. He was kind of ariot too.

“I’ve never met this man in my life,” he kept insisting. “Ionly know these guys. They were all, hey let’s do Halloween early—let’s allpretend to be Spiderman which is just silly,right?”

“Sir, do you have an ID?”

“And I said, like an idiot, no, yeah. That’s sounds likeit’ll be a great time, and really,it’s only karma that we’d end up getting arrested.”

“Sir,” Isabel said slowly, with immense patience.

“It’s a onesie, ma’am, not a whole lot of room for pockets.”

“Sir. It will be easier for all of us if you have an ID.”

“Yeah, Peter,” theuncle said nastily, “You heard the lady. The cheek of you, talking back likethat.”

“Oh my—he’s not myuncle. I swear.”

Isabel looked between the two of them and like. Even Brettcould see the resemblance there. From a distance even. Nah, man. Nice try.

“He’s not. This isjust a biological accident—”

“That’s what his mama calls him,” the uncle stage-whisperedto Isabel. He had absolutely charmed Isabel. They needed to get him a differentofficer for booking ASAP.

“Oh my god,” Blondie moaned into his hands. “This was amistake.”

Isabel could not keep her face straight. She asked for theID again and this time Blondie dug through his suit and shoved it at herwithout eye contact.

“Peter Parker,” she read.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You know, we’re familiar with a kid with this same name.”

“I am not even a little surprised, ma’am.”

“Are you guys all related?”

“Biologically and theoretically speaking—”

“Yep.” Uncle had this shit on lockdown. Blondie glared athim and pursed his lips. Kid looked like a model. Also a little homicidal. Heand Uncle probably ought to be placed in different holding cells.

Steph and Kev were entranced by these people. Even more sowhen Blondie’s ID did the same buzzing-zapping thing that Uncle’s had inIsabel’s hand. She nearly dropped it.

“What was that?” she asked.

“Well, most likely,it was the misalignment of particles from—”

“Act of god.”

Thanks, Uncle B. Blondie mugged at him with every bit of hisjaw he could weaponize. The kids were just about in tears. The girl looked kindof familiar, actually, now that Brett got a good look at her.

“How old are you?” he asked.

Silence among the children.

“Sixteen,” she said.

“Name?”

“Uuuuuh.”

Yeah, that’s what he thought.

“Need your name, honey,” he said. “Ain’t no use in making upone now.”

“Gwen.”

Now, was that so hard?

“And you?” he asked the young black boy next to her. Hedropped his eyes immediately.

“Miles.”

“How old are you, son?”

“Uh.”

Gwen elbowed him right in the ribs and gave him a Look.

“F-fifteen?”

Ummmm, no. Try again.

“Fourteen, sir.”

That was better. Someone had disciplined the ever-lovingshit out of this boy. He was good and respectful.

“What were you two doing out in the middle of the night withthe dream team over here?” Brett asked. “You guys forming a cosplaying club orsomething?”

“Uh.”

“We aren’t cosplaying,” Blondie snapped. “That guy’s thereal Spiderman.” He pointed at his uncle, who was offended as hell at theaccusation. “He got bit by a radioactive spider and then I got bit by a radioactive spider and then Gwen got bit by a—”

Okay, Brett got the idea. He looked at Uncle B.

“You’re Spiderman, then,” he said flatly. Uncle B thoughtabout it like a guy trying to remember where his damn keys were.

“Mmmmm, sure why not?”

What.

Who the fuck was he?

“Peter B. Parker,” Brett repeated. “Spiderman.”

“Pretty much.”

“Peter Parker,” Brett started.

“No, no. Peter B. Parker. The B’s important.”

This was ridiculous. Steph and Kev poked at the guy from theside and he lit up like he’d touched a live wire. His body jerked and burstinto colors like his ID had.

What.

The fuck.

“I’m—okay, you. You seem like some kinda scientist,” Brettsaid to Blondie who went stiff as a board and started stammering. “What thefuck is happening?,” Brett demanded. “I already got the night crew to dealwith, I don’t need any more crazy in my life right now.”

“Uuuuh. Can I? Have counsel?”

#fic #into the multiverse #dreamcoats verse #that person who sent me a message about getting Miles and Brett to interact a million years ago is responsible for this #I haven't stopped thinking about it since #ficlet

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ofhoneyandrosepetals · 5 years

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Spooky Little Stories - Halloween special series (Tale IV - Sigurd)

Pairing: Modern!Sigurd x OFC

Description: in this Halloween special series you’ll follow five tales, which one of them with a different Ragnarsson and a different pairing! A group of five friends travel to Kattegat in the last week of October to see if what people tell of that little town is true…

Next week: last chapter!

Warnings: swearings.

Word count: 1,555

A/N: due to Tumblr’s links problems, I’m not going to put here the link for my masterlist and my ask, but you all can keep up with the link for my masterlist in my bio!

In the morning, Halston showed up at Ubbe’s bar.

“Halston!” I said as I ran to hug her. I wrapped my arms around her in such a strength that she complained she couldn’t breath. “Oh my god, where have you been? What happened yesterday? I saw you hopping up in some guy’s bike and…”

“Ella, I’m fine,” and there I knew she wasn’t. It was the tone, the way she said it, that betrayed her. She sounded too calm, serene.

“Where’s Sam? What happened to her?” I asked.

“Sam?” Halston seemed to be a little off, in airplane mode. “She’s with Bjorn, you know that, Ella.”

“Yeah, I do,” I said suspicious. “How did you know I was here?”

“I saw you and Jule entering here yesterday, I figured you would be still here, or at least around.”

“How come you didn’t come here with all that mess? To your friends? Who’s that guy anyway?” I gestured to the door as if the guy was there, even though he wasn’t.

“I met Sigurd yesterday, he’s a nice guy,” she said, certain.

“You know what they say about ‘nice guys’”, I muttered.

“Sigurd?” I heard Ubbe saying from the other corner of the bar.

“Do you know him?” The way Halston’s eyes glimmered, it was just… That broke my heart, because I knew. I already lost my best friend.

It was like Halston met her prince charming.

“She’s…” I started, but Ubbe cut me off.

“Go upstairs, Ella. Hurry!” His tone made me immediately get on the move.

I stormed into the room where Jule was with Kimmy, who was sleeping.

“What’s wrong?” Jule asked.

“Halston’s here,” I said, trembling in my words, trying to collect everything that belonged to us that were around the room. “And it’s bad.”

“What happened? Is she…?”

“Yeah. A guy named Sigurd. I suppose he’s one of the brothers. Goddamnit, how many of them there are?”

“Enough for us,” Jule pointed.

“We’re fucking leaving, now.”

I gathered all our stuff - which wasn’t much, just what we had on our purses from last night - and went downstairs. I left Jule with Kimmy, and later I figured it wasn’t a good call.

Downstairs, the whole thing changed in a matter of short minutes.

Halston was at the door, like if she was ready to just run away if things got bad, and Ubbe was facing a blonde man, a little shorter than him, but with longer hair. I could see that he was way younger than Ubbe - he looked just like a boy, except for the savage aura that was exhaling from him. All my guesses pointed that he was Sigurd.

They weren’t saying anything, just staring at each other and, if I wasn’t terrified, it would’ve been funny.

“Is this some kind of weird werewolf shit?” I asked.

“I thought I told you to go upstairs,” Ubbe said, annoyed.

“I did, but now I’m here. I’m leaving with my friends.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have said that,” the man I supposed was Sigurd said, turning to me. His eyes were weird and his teeth were too pointy, and for a moment I thought he would turn right there, but instead he came to me, jumping.

I heard Ubbe screaming and going for Sigurd, and at the same moment I heard Jule screaming upstairs. All four of us looked up at the ceiling.

“Jule,” Ubbe said, pure concern in is his tone.

I ran upstairs, followed by Ubbe, who no longer cared for his brother. I was being a bad friend by leaving Halston behind, but at the moment that thought didn’t occur to me.

Breaking the room’s door, Ubbe entered. Hvitserk was standing in the front of the window, Kimmy on his shoulder, passed out. With his free hand he was holding Jule by her shirt.

“Brother!” Hvitserk said with a cocky, mean smile. “I came to get what’s mine, and maybe even a bonus,” he looked at Jule, who was terrified.

My brain couldn’t think straight - I didn’t know what to do, what I could do. The bar was a mess: Sigurd had Halston, who probably already took off; Hvitserk not only had Kimmy but also Jule.

“You won’t take them,” Ubbe said.

“I think I will,” Hvitserk said in a challenging tone.

I looked at Ubbe and saw claws coming out of his hands, and his face was becoming weird.

“You don’t want to do that, Hvitserk.”

Hvitserk only laughed and threw Jule on the floor. I ran to her, hugging her. “Are you okay?” I asked and she nodded. Hvitserk gently put Kimmy on the floor. I made mention to go to her, but he got between us like a predator would do with a thing that belonged to it.

“It’s okay, Ella,” Ubbe said. “Go downstairs. I can handle it.”

“But Kimmy…” I started.

“She’ll be safe. I promise.”

It’s hard to make decisions. Part of me didn’t want to leave, to leave Kimmy there. She was my friend as much as Halston was, but what could I do? Send Jule alone downstairs, not knowing what was there, and stayed upstairs to be meat to a werewolf fight? At least, with Kimmy there, I knew she wouldn’t be harmed - because Ubbe would protect her, and Hvitserk wanted her, god knows for what.

I know that accidents happen, but I had no choice. Kimmy was half lost and I still could save Jule - maybe even Halston and Sam. Jule placed her hand on Ubbe’s forearm, and the look they exchanged made me shiver.

Of course that Ubbe didn’t enchanted Jule, but it was still weird that she fell for that guy.

“Let’s go, Jule,” and that felt like the sentence that would led all my friends to an end.

When we got to the first floor I froze and my heart first ran to then stop. I gripped Jule’s hand harder, making her stop too. Sigurd was sitting on a table, Halston sitting right next to him. He had his arm around her like if she belonged to him. She was looking at us, cloudy eyes and an emotionless smile.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to risk to pass near him, but we couldn’t stay there.

“What do we do?” Jule whispered. I shook my head, trying to say that I didn’t know.

“You can go,” Sigurd said, his eyes and smile as dominant as his posture.

“I don’t buy it,” I spat.

He raised his shoulders. “Your call, sweetheart,” he turned his attention to Halston, whispering something to her. She nodded once and came to us. Her expression didn’t change - still the same smile and the same eyes.

She grabbed my hand, squeezed it, then did the same with Jule.

“Am I losing you?” I asked, my eyes already wet with tears. She didn’t say a word, and that stupid smile didn’t leave her lips. “I can’t believe that this is it,” I said to no one in particular. “I can’t believe we came to this shit trip.”

Grabbing our hands, Halston guided us to the door. I was crying. It was breaking my heart to see my friend in that way, it was breaking my heart to leave Kimmy, and it was breaking my heart that Sam was lost.

Maybe she’s already dead, a little voice tilted in my head.

Leaving the bar, I took a last look at Sigurd. He was looking forward, taking Halston in his arms again.

“What are the odds if I try to take her?” I whispered to Jule. Sigurd turned and growled at me. I held my breath.

“I think that’s your answer,” Jule said. “Come on, Ella. We have to go, you know that. Maybe we can find Sam at the camp.”

“I don’t wanna go back there.”

“I know, I don’t want either, but we have to.”

When I turned it was right in front of us, this big ass giant wolf - the same wolf from last night at the bar, I recognized from its color, dark brown. It was the same shade.

“Do you think it’s here for us?” Jule asked, carefully.

“I can’t say.”

I couldn’t sense anything in particular, it didn’t work like that.

Me and Jule just stood there, in the middle of the desert street, making eye contact with the wolf - which probably was a bad thing. The wolf was growling, this terrible and guttural sound coming from its throat.

When it positioned to attack, I thought there it is, that’s how I’m going to die. I was breathing faster than I thought it was possible and I closed my eyes. I heard Jule screaming, my heart pumped and I felt something upon us, just passing over us.

I waited a few seconds and, when nothing happened, I peaked with one eye. There was nothing in front of us. I opened my other eye and looked around and, as I did it, I heard the noises coming from the bar.

“Animals’ sound,” Jule said.

“I think they’re fighting.”

“Who was that?”

“I don’t give a shit. Let’s go, Jule. We need to go to the camp.”

And so we left the mess, Halston and Kimmy behind and ran to the camp.

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 5 years

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I would love another Giorno yandere post! If you can do love bits and making out then that would be awesome! Maybe a childhood friend who moved away and meets him again when he is a Don? I also love the way you write and I am excited to read what you come up with for any request you get and write for. Have a great day!

Ooh Pbftfbt Thank You and - I just saw this, Don’t mind me haha…It’s a definite done deal so let’s start this thing! Oh and don’t mind the formatting guess this is a scenario thing, kind of devolved from headcanons into a little story on accident.

Yandere! Don! Giorno Giovanna /childhood friend (Scenario/a few started headcanons)

-Giorno would likely be very obsessive if you had anything to do with his awful childhood

- His charisma would come off very strongly in a sweet sickly way

-If you’re in Naples you’re likely staying there if he’s there

Little hope was left for the young Giorno Giovanna. A neglectful mother who spent her free time partying, and an abusive father at home. Bullying from neighborhood kids, it was a hellish scenario for a young boy. Safe to say these events made him think very lowly of himself.

He was slightly surprised when someone didn’t act that way. You. Another neighbor didn’t swing at him in discontent, nor sneer in mockery. No, you were eager for a friendship. Was he not scum to you? He didn’t quite understand at first.

You didn’t seem to mind that he didn’t talk much, rather you’d try your best and ask about things nearby. You’d point out you liked the color of the ocean, a specific species of flower that a person had been growing, or a peculiarly shaped rock you found messing around on the sidewalk. It seemed something fit for someone younger but he found himself to enjoy it oddly enough.

Much so it became something that made his heart flutter with happiness. Each and every time he was kicked to the ground, beaten by his father, or bullied he’d think of those moments you’d play with him, or give him a little trinket.

Though normalcy seemed short lived after those precious weeks.

He found your mother one day looking around for you frantically. He offered to help since he was around you the most. Yet when he and your mother did find you it…was horrific. The passion in your mother’s eyes as she screamed and came to grab your frail and battered form off the ground. Your hair had been cut by scissors, blood was sleeping down several places on your body.

Her profuse cursing was drowned out by his rapidly beating heart. Why would someone do this? Innocent. You were innocent. Did they not care? He was the scum they were supposed to beat. What was he supposed to do about it?

After that he didn’t see you, only your mother going in and out of your home with other people, until even her presence was gone. She must’ve moved you out of the house after the hospital trip.

He’d continually look at the small item you gave him after that. Obsessing over it and how you were harmed.

Giorno even tried to inquire about you after he saved that Mafia affiliated man’s life. You had already left Naples to a rural town in Northern Italy by that point.

As disheartened as he was he could wait…he’d see you again eventually.

After events that lead to Giorno to Passione and eventually becoming Don of said organization after* (Giorno is aged up to 18 from here on out btw)

By some sheer amount of ungodly luck Giorno spots you at a restaurant in Naples. He reassures himself that it’s you over and over in his head.

He’d casually introduce himself to your table out of the blue. You would be spontaneously surprised at his presence and the change of his hair color.

You two would catch up on details of your lives (naturally he wouldn’t let on about him being the Don of the mafia).

Just about everything that leaves your lips is internalized into his memory. Even your plans when you were intending to leave Naples.

Giorno would end up paying for your meal and anything extra you wanted. He’d definitely insist on this.

His heart irrationally races after you leave, finally knowing you were safe and sound. He could finally keep track of you after all this time.

Speaking of he’d find your hotel and mode of transportation that you used quickly.

Although he’d be very busy with running a Mafia, every spare second he had would be spending time with you. The hotel room you were in would be spontaneously upgraded to the nicest suite in the hotel.

Anytime you need refereshers on directions (or just flat out short cuts to avoid crowds) He’ll be eager to guide you.

It doesn’t seem all that harmful at first but you’d definitely notice his presence more often than usual the longer you stay in Naples.

“Oh Giorno I didn’t see you there…”

He’ll give a lovely smile that absolutely exudes charisma, much so chills go down your spine. It was almost creepy how charming he became.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you y/n”

You could just barely pass that off as him knowing the city real well and you both just bumped into each other. But your mind ate up at you otherwise.

Then there was a couple days where you could totally relax simply sightseeing, a few museum visits and such. Though you would end up with a nice treat in between that people seemed to eagerly offer you.

On the night before you’d supposedly leave, Giorno ends up inviting you to dinner. Anything you preferred. It was a mere distraction as he was getting anxious at the thought of you leaving again. He could show you much more if you just stayed a little longer.

He could make you happy, just as the city of Naples had.

When you return to your hotel room you’d go straight to the shower and change your clothes for bed. By the time your usual routine was over, you were sleeping soundly.

Without you noticing your belongings, mainly your purse and phone would be turned into animals just small enough to get under the crack of the bottom of the door.

He’d take any physical passes for the train you had, anything scheduled out of Naples would be canceled. Of course he couldn’t have you abruptly leaving either…so he’d have to keep your phone on his person. Speaking of phones he already made sure the one in the room with you was hidden away from your grasp as well, while you were out earlier in the day.

Waking up you’d be horribly distraught over finding your phone. At first you wanted to call down at the desk but there wasn’t a phone in the room. Even though you were sure there had been one before.

You would be too late for the train that recently left twenty minutes ago. On top of that your passes were missing anyway.

By the time you were done searching the room you were panicked if you had been pickpocketed by somebody. Eventually you would bump into Giorno who happened to be very receptive to helping you.

He’d suggest looking up in your room one last time before going to the police.

About five minutes into searching again the blond claims he found it. You ask where and he responds it was simply tangled up in the blankets as he holds it up casually. Eagerly you asked for it back but he didn’t hand it back to you.

“Giorno. I need my phone back please”

He would merely hold the device towards himself refusing to. You would advance towards him and attempted to grab the phone out of his hand. Only to feel something furry moving in your hand before quickly dropping it.

A mouse.

“W-where’s my p-phone Giorno?”

He told you wouldn’t need it right now and you insisted why.

“There’s no reason for you to leave so soon”

You’d be both confused and horrified at what he was saying.

His grip returns to clutch your dominant hand that once held the mouse. The instinct to tell you to run would be screaming loudly but you just couldn’t. Something told you that he would figure out you’d try and run.

Abruptly he’d take your hand that was currently in his own and gently kiss the top of yours. You became even more nervous as you instinctively put your other hand out on his chest to keep him at bay.

His free hand of course would end up taking ahold of that one you were trying to push with as well.

“I-I…” was all you were able to stutter out

It would be the only partial thing you’d end up saying. His face would end up near the crook of your neck. His warm lips would gently fall onto the surface of your skin. Again, and again. All until your lips were almost touching.

He’d pause for a moment and directly look at you as you would jerk your head back freaked out.

““I only wanted to see what interests you had…just everything about you made me fascinated and well I don’t want to see you hurt by anyone else”

By some strange manner your head ended up closer to his and eventually his hold on your mouth was too strong to slip out of.

He’d let you get a breath in here and there since you weren’t used to it. Any moment you tried to fight you’d end up in a deeper kiss. All between your tongue being played with his and yours being danced around, to simple small butterfly kisses.

Your arms were at their sides with his hands still gripping yours, lightheaded-ness followed suit. In a short few minutes he had left you breathless.

The utter yearning in his eyes was a bit frightening.

“Let me do this for you,hmm?”

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puckyou-forpuckssake · 5 years

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Drowning (2)—S. Crosby

Warning: two sentences implying an abusive relationship. Don’t worry, it’s just the neighbors. I’m so happy you guys love this series. I’m really excited for it! Check out my other imagines and master list on my blog with #hockeyimagine. This series and all questions and statements about it can be found under #drowningsc.

Sidney hadn’t had the time to look to see if Y/N and Andy were in the box. Zach had assured him that they were coming. He was still obviously suspicious of Sidney and the whole situation. He had every right to be. That was his family.

They won 4-3 against the Rangers in overtime. Sid barely listened as Sully congratulated and berated the team and then instructed Olli, Murray, and Horny to do media. He rushed to put on his suit.

“Hey did you wanna go out with us tonight for drinks?” Kris asked Sid. “Cullen is the only one out so far.”

Sid shook his head. If this night was going to go how he hoped, he’d be out eating in a quaint diner in an hour with a beautiful woman and her son. Not that it was a date or anything, he reminded himself. He was merely treating a lovely family to a nice night that they deserved. That’s it. No romance involved at all.

“I have plans.”

“Involve pretty woman and small boy?” Geno grinned. Kris looked intrigued.

Zach patted Sid on the shoulder. “I’m going out with the guys. Walk them up to the apartment. Tell Y/N not to wait up for me. I might end up staying with Olli tonight depending on how many drinks we have. Make sure she locks the door too. Just because I have some money still doesn’t mean we live in the greatest area of Pittsburgh.”

Sid understood then. “You have plenty of money to get a nice place for yourself, and even them. You live with them to try to help but she doesn’t like charity.”

Zach nodded. “I know you like Andy and genuinely want to spend time with him because he’s a good kid. She still believes that you are on charity mode,” he explained. “You’re right, she doesn’t like charity or pity, especially when it involves Andy. That kid is her life. ‘The best accident in my life’ she says. She won’t warm up to you until she realizes a you’re there for him as a kid and for her as a woman of interest.”

Sidney wanted to speak up about that last part and argue, especially under the watching eyes and listening ears of teammates. “Don’t even deny it, Sid,” Zach interrupted. “Just don’t make me regret this.”

Zach walked out of locker room with some of the guys, leaving him, Evgeni, and Kris alone. “What am I missing?” Kris asked.

“Sid in love,” Geno told him.

Sid shook his head. “I’m not in love.”

“ZAR disagrees,” both countered.

“I explain later,” Geno whispers to Kris.

Kris nodded. “The 3 of us are going out tomorrow night in Boston to talk about this,” he informed Sidney. “You’re going to tell us about tonight. You’re going to explain all of this to us. Got it, Sid?”

Sidney nodded. “See you guys in the morning for the flight. Enjoy tonight.”

Sidney grabbed his bags and walked towards the exit. He stopped right before pushing the door open. Nerves rushed over him. He wouldn’t normally be doing this. He wouldn’t probably go to these extremes for another teammate’s family. Okay, so that thought was wrong and he probably would, but without the feelings he has right now. There was something about this situation that pulled him in. He pushed his nerves away as he pushed the door open.

Y/N and Andy sat outside the locker room on a bench. Sid smiled a waved. A small part of him feared they would have left, but that fear was gone now and replaced with excitement.

“Hi Sid,” Andy waved. “You played good tonight, and your box is really cool,” He then whispered, “I actually fell asleep during the second intermission and missed part of the third because it’s so nice up there.”

Sidney chuckled. “Did you enjoy it, Y/N?” He asked. She nodded. He took this time to glance over her. She was wearing one of ZAR’s jerseys, but it was the color of the shirt underneath her jersey that caught his attention. “Are you wearing a Rangers shirt under that?”

She smirked. “Guilty. I couldn’t help myself. Zach wanted to wear my Rangers jersey because he thought your reaction would be funny. I said I didn’t want to torture you that much.”

Sidney, smiling, shook his head. “Well, clearly since your cousin being a Penguin and your son a future one doesn’t convince you,” A large grin appeared on Andy’s face, “I suppose I must convince you to become our #1 fan. Maybe we can go get something to eat. I know a nice diner only a few blocks from here.”

Y/N blushed as Andy yanked on her arm, begging her to agree. Y/N nodded and Sid led them out of the arena. “I hope you guys don’t mind walking. It’s only a few blocks from here.”

Y/N shook her head. “Not at all. We took the Light Rail here anyway.”

Andy stood between Y/N and Sidney, holding each of their hands, as they walked to the little diner. Y/N had objected at first but Sidney didn’t mind. He didn’t say it aloud but it felt like he had a family of his own for once. Andy talked the whole way there about the game. He praised both teams but admitted he was upset when Horny hit Zuccarello and then when Kreider tripped Sid. Sidney had to keep reassuring him that he was okay.

Very few people were in the diner when they walked in. A middle aged woman waved to them from behind the counter. “Hiya Sid!”

“Hi Marnie,” Sid greeted. He led Y/N and Andy to a booth on the left and the waitress, Marnie, brought two menus.

“I suppose you want your usual,” she said. She looked at his guests and smiled. “You’ve never brought your family here before, Sid. Mama’s gonna be upset.”

“Mama?” Andy and Y/N questioned.

“She’s talking about her mom, Sue,” Sid net explained. “Everyone calls her Mama and she calls everyone Baby or some other affectionate term.”

They nodded and glanced over the menu while Sid and Marnie caught up. It had been awhile since he had been into the diner. He had been craving their fries lately though, and one of Mama’s pies.

“I want nuggets,” Andy demanded. Y/N shot him a look. “Please.”

Marnie nodded. “And for you, miss?”

“I’ll have a Pittsburgh salad.”

“And an order of pierogies for the table too, Marnie,” Sid added.

Marnie nodded and walked off. “You come here often?” Y/N asked.

Sidney chuckled. “Is it that obvious? They don’t make a big deal about me here.”

Andy gave him a strange look. “But you’re Sidney Crosby.”

Sid nodded. “And I’m also just Sidney,” He stared at Y/N as he said this. He wanted her to understand. “I’m a normal guy. I come to a little diner to pig out because it makes me feel normal. I love judging people on House Hunters. I binge watch Friends. I like cooking. I play video games. I’m normal.”

“I’m sure your girlfriend loves that,” Y/N commented.

“I don’t have one. It’s just me.”

“Do you have a dog?” Andy asked. Sid shook his head. “You should get one. Or a cat. You need a friend for when you’re home. It probably gets lonely.”

Sid didn’t respond as Marnie had brought out their appetizer, and he also didn’t know how to respond. An 8 year old kid had hit his situation head on. He was alone. He had no one. He visited his team to feel wanted. He played hockey to keep busy. He looked up at that moment to see Y/N staring at him. There was a look in her eye that said she understood him. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it quickly. Sid just nodded, and she gave him a weak smile.

He heard a shout. “Baby Sid!” Instantly a pair of arms wrapped around him. “Don’t you dare wait so long to come see me again.”

Sid chuckled. “I’m sorry, Mama. I fly to Boston tomorrow and then New Jersey. It’ll be a few days until I come back then.”

Mama Sue patted him on the back and glanced up to his company. “Baby you brought another baby Sid and a pretty woman! Why did you hide such a gorgeous family,” She pinched Andy’s cheeks. “You are a good looking boy. Look like your father.”

Sidney glanced at Y/N and saw her face pale. Andy giggled. “Sid’s not my dad. But she is my mom. Sid is our friend. I’ll still be Baby Sid Jr. though.”

Mama Sue chuckled. “And who are you, baby?”

“I’m Y/N. A friend.”

“A beautiful friend,” Mama added. Marnie brought over the tray of food. “Pittsburgh salad for beautiful friend. Chicken nuggets for Baby Jr Sid. And a basket of fries and today’s soup of Zuppa Toscana for Baby Sid. I make fresh peach-raspberry today pie too.”

“Thank you, Mama.”

They didn’t say much as they ate but the feeling was enough to keep Sid full. Andy tried playing with his food and Y/N told him to stop. He shared his fries with her after he caught her several times eyeing them. Andy would talk about his day and chomp on his food causing Sid to tell him to chew and swallow and then talk. He wiped Andy’s face when he was all done. Andy was yawning by the time Mama brought the pie out...in a box.

“Baby Jr Sid looks tired. Eat pie later. I wrote on top how to heat up,” Y/N tried to hand money to Mama for the dinner. She shook her head. “Nonsense. I put on Sid’s tab.”

Y/N pursed her lips. Sid didn’t want Y/N to be offended. “She can pay if she wants to, Mama,” Sid said.

A sharp pain radiated through Sid’s shoulder after Mama Sue hit him. “Stupid boy. You take beautiful friend on date and make pay? You’re hunky Canadien pseudo-father not teach you anything?”

“Mario taught me lots of things,” Sid answered. “Just let her pay.”

Mama huffed and turned to Y/N. “I make deal with you. This meal free as long as you and cute son come back to visit me. Then I let you pay.”

Y/N nodded. “I’ll take that deal.”

“And make sure Baby Sid shares pie with you!” Mama Sue shouted as they left the diner.

“She can be a lot,” Sid said when they were a few storefronts down. “But Mama Sue means well. I’m sorry you had to argue with her back there.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and pulled her coat tighter. Sidney had to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her. “It’s fine, Sidney. I know she meant well, but I like to feel that I am capable of taking care of Andy and I without any help.”

“Sometimes people want to help because they care,” Sidney blurted. He was going to apologize and then Andy started coughing hard. Sid dropped to Andy’s level. “Are you okay, bud?”

“Cold,” he muttered.

Sidney watched Y/N huff and purse her lips. “The station is another four blocks from here,” she murmured.

It was clear that Sidney was not supposed to hear that, but he did. “I can give you a ride home,” he offered. “The Rail isn’t going to be warm.”

“Sidney—“

“Take the nice man’s offer, momma,” Andy interrupted, his teeth chattering.

Y/N glared at Andy. “I was going to say yes. I’m not going to let you freeze.”

Andy blushed. “Sorry, momma. I just know how you can be.”

Y/N sighed and bent down to kiss Andy on the forehead. “I will always put you first, Andy. Always,” Y/N stood back up. “Where is your car, Sidney?”

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Sidney pulled up to a mediocre brick apartment building in a shabby part of Pittsburgh. “Do you think Uncle Z will be back tonight, momma?” Andy yawned.

“Probably not bud,” Sid answered. “Your Uncle Z is out with some of the guys. He might stay with Olli tonight.”

“He’s with Olli a lot. Why aren’t you with the guys?” Andy asked.

“Because I wanted to spend the night with you and your mom,” Y/N was quiet throughout the conversation. “Shall I walk you guys up?”

“You don’t have to, Sidney. You’ve done plenty tonight. I really appreciate it.”

“I insist,” Sid leaned over and whispered, “I’ll be honest too. ZAR asked me to. Not that I wouldn’t have anyway.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and chuckled. “That sounds like him,” Y/N glanced back at her son. Sid looked back too and saw Andy slowly dozing off. “Would you mind carrying him up? It’s been a long day and I don’t want to wake him up. He might be a little heavy though.”

Sidney nodded. “I don’t mind. Maybe I can get out of lifting tomorrow,” he joked, causing Y/N to giggle. “Lead the way to your abode.”

The seven story brick apartment building opened with a simple key code—1-2-3-4 to be in fact. Sidney didn’t understand how this was safe. There was only one set of stairs in the building also, and they lived on the seventh floor.

“No wonder ZAR hates cardio workouts but is really good at them,” Sidney commented by the time they got to the fourth flight of stairs. “This is quite the workout.”

“Zach isn’t really here much any more,” Y/N told him. “He’s only here during the season when he’s on the roster. He has been spending a lot of time with Olli. I think they are thinking about getting a place together, but I know Zach doesn’t want to abandon us. He’s always been so supportive and I will always be grateful for that and liking out for us, but I just want him to live his own life. I did it before he got here. I can do it again.”

At the fifth flight Sidney heard the thump of music. At the sixth the moans of sex. Andy didn’t stir through the whole trip up. Once they reached the seventh floor, they had to go to the opposite end of the building to Y/N’s apartment. Sidney briefly stopped in front of one apartment, 7E, where he heard lots of screaming and yelling. Y/N shoved him along and stopped two doors down at 7C. Quickly she unlocked the door and shooed Sidney in.

“Andy’s room is this way,” she told him.

“Is that couple going to be okay?” Sidney asked.

She shrugged. “They fight all the time. As long as they don’t disturb apartment 7K, everyone will be fine and the cops won’t be called. I’m praying that doesn’t happen. It’s just a mess then.”

“Y/N, this isn’t safe,” Sidney whispered. He laid Andy down in his bed and walked out with Y/N. “This can’t be good for Andy.”

Y/N bit her lip and crossed her arms. Sidney watched many emotions cross her face. “I work the front desk at a downtown hotel and occasionally waitress at the hotel’s restaurant when someone can watch Andy. I can’t get a nice little townhouse and pay for the hospital bills. This isn’t where I ever pictured myself being.”

Sidney lunges forward to catch her as she collapsed in tears. He held her close and walked towards the couch. Y/N curled into his touch as he sat down. Sidney didn’t say anything; he just let her cry and rubbed her back. That’s what she needed. She was a 29 year old with an 8 year old son. Both hadn’t had the best life, but Y/N was doing her very best to make sure Andy was ahead in life, even if cancer pushed him back. She had no time for herself, Sidney realized. She had no one to vent or cry to. She put everyone ahead of her and left nothing for herself. She was alone—just like him.

Sidney glanced down and saw her tears had stopped and her breathing was even. Sidney didn’t have the heart to move her; besides, he liked the feel of someone being next to him. He could survive this one night.

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