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moreorlessfish · 11 months

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Después de la Playa

din djarin x female!reader

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Word Count: 6,412

Summary: How perfection can turn someone into a mess.

Warnings: no y/n usage, cursing, mentions of alcohol and weapons, small smut, 18+ - no minors allowed!

Notes: Did I stay up writing this chapter? Yes..yes I did. Enjoy :)

Previous Chapter - Moscow Mule

It has always come to your attention that there are a plethora of amazing and talented bounty hunters. Those who excel in catching their quarries, those with phenomenal navigation skills, those who never lose in a fight, and those who manage to make connections anywhere they go. You had your strengths and weaknesses and there's no doubt in your mind that others have their own as well. Being on your own, you had these thoughts in the back of your mind, but when you joined Greef Karga's guild - man did these thoughts take the driver's seat. See, you thought that your flaws were on display for everyone to see - that wasn't the case.

No matter how many times Greef Karga applauded you for another great job, you just couldn't get yourself to believe him. There was always something you could have done better - actually making a plan and following it, not getting cornered and having to use more ammo than usual, observing your opponents' moves - then you wouldn't have had so many wounds - whatever it was, it could have been executed better. Being a member of a bounty guild meant that you knew who excelled more in places where you lacked. That was the first time you heard about him. The Mandalorian.

He was a member of the guild before you joined, and yet you had never seen him. You only ever heard the stories about a member who was a Mandalorian or the jealous comments hunters made when they learned he captured more quarries. Everything that he did was perfect. In fact, he was the entire definition of perfect. Which is why you laughed hard when you realized he wasn't perfect at all.

"Wait.. so you mean to tell me that he tried scorching a few Jawas over him not being able to speak Jawa fluently?" You said as you tried calming down the roaring laugh that was creeping up your throat.

"I was right next to him when it happened," said the Ugnaught man who was currently adding wood to a fire. To add to the flame, he repeated what the Jawas said about the armored man. Now that really got you going.

After a few seconds of your rumbling laughter and unclenching your abdomen from laughing, you pointed in the direction of the man of the hour and giggled, "They said you sounded like a Wookiee," you tried calming your laughter again, "that's fucking hilarious!"

You heard him grumble a small - "Shut up."

You laughed some more, "It's so funny!"

"It really isn't," He retorted.

The humor of the joke had died now, but you still wanted to tease the man, "Aw.. are you upset? Did the Jawas hurt your feelings, Tin Can?"

Before he could throw one of the loose pieces of the starship in your direction - the Ugnaught man spoke up, "C'mon, let's get back to work you two."

...

When you met the Mandalorian, he seemed like no fun to you. In fact, you thought he wasn't capable of having fun at all. He was reserved and quiet - only speaking when he deemed it necessary. It makes you a little giddy seeing how he's opened up to you - even if it was a small opening.

You remembered how he acted during your first interaction.

"Mando, welcome back," Greef Karga said with a smile. You watched the man's helmet nod. Greef Karga looked at him and then at you. You took his hint.

"I'ma get another drink," you uttered as you rose from your seat and made your way to the bartender.

You watched from the bar both men having a conversation. You assumed they were talking about the quarries the Mandalorian managed to capture. Your assumption was answered when you saw the armor-clad man almost snatch the bounty pucks off the table. Maybe the credits just weren't coming in as they use to. You made your way back to the table after being handed your new drink.

"Are you sure there are no new jobs available?" The Mandalorian sighs.

"I can assure you that I have no new jobs. Plus, you just finished five of them.. wouldn't you want to relax?" Karga responds.

The beskar-wearing man doesn't answer the question. "When new jobs open up, I'm the one taking them, got it?"

Greef Karga only smiles and you watch as his face turns towards you. "Actually.. a new job did just open up."

You tilt your head at him. The Mandalorian responds, "Give it to me."

"You see, Mando, my lovely friend here has a bounty on her head, but I'm working on getting it taken down. In the meantime, I'd like for you to watch over her."

You choke on your drink after hearing his statement. You notice as the visor on the beskar helmet makes its way over to your form. In a matter of seconds, the man responds, "No."

Now your eyes are on him. You hear his modulated voice again, "I'm not about to play babysitter for a grown woman."

Greef Karga tries to respond, but you interject, "Yeah, I don't need someone to watch over me.. plus Tin Can seems like a bore. If you're gonna give someone this 'job' let it be anyone but him."

"Tin Can?" The Mandalorian whispers.

You scoff, "That's what you heard me say...?"

Greef Karga speaks up, "C'mon," he looks between you and the Mandalorian, "it's perfect for the both of you." His eyes stop on yours, "I need you to stay here on Nevarro while I work on removing your bounty," his eyes move back to the frame of the armored man, "and you want a new job, so I'm suggesting you do it."

Before the two of you could try and object, Greef Karga chugs his drink and stands from his seat, and says, "It's final. You can't change my mind now." He makes his way out the front door of the cantina.

That leaves the two of you just there in the cantina - staring at the chair that the guild master was just sitting on a second ago. You sigh and decide to take the seat across from the helmet-wearing man.

As soon as you sit down, the man stands from his and starts walking out of the building. You slurp your drink down and follow him out. Before he can even get away from the building, you tap his shoulder and watch as he slightly turns towards you.

"Dude.." you raise your arms in a 'what the hell' gesture and continue, "You can't wait for me to finish my drink?"

"I'm not waiting for you, period," He declared.

He starts to walk away from you, but you're not giving up that easily, "Hey, Greef Karga said that he wanted you to watch over me."

"So? You think I'm going to listen to him?"

"Uh.. yeah?" You puzzled, "I mean he is your boss."

"He's not my boss," he responds, "he's just the one giving me the jobs."

"Isn't that technically what a boss does.." you added.

The man doesn't respond and continues walking. You didn't know what to do. You didn't see which way Greef Karga headed, you had no other business to do on Nevarro, and worst of all.. you didn't have your own ship to head back to your home planet. So, you made a decision that would forever change your life. You followed the Mandalorian like you were a lost puppy.

...

It had officially been five hours since the both of you had left the bounty guild. Within the five hours that the two of you were together, the Mandalorian had tried to sneak away from you - he failed.

Every time.

He tried to run into alleyways - nope, you ran after him. He tried stopping at one of the market's stands to buy something - nope, you waited patiently till he finished. He tried hiding behind buildings, nope, you found him every time. At last, he made his way back to his ship and you managed to still keep up with him.

At this point, he was annoyed, yet he sort of enjoyed the little cat-and-mouse chase. He pressed a button on his vambrace which opened up the hatch of the spacecraft. He walked forward and as he thought - you didn't follow him. Although he was happy that you finally weren't right behind him, he was curious as to why you continued following him despite him refusing to 'watch' over you.

"Why are you following me?"

You sigh, "Not sure. Got nothing better to do."

"Well... I'm not letting you on my ship. Can't you go somewhere else?”

You watch as you kick your feet against the ground, "Yeah, I do.. I just wanted to waste some time..," You continue, "Plus, I have to get my bags from the guild."

"You should have just done that instead of following me," He deadpans.

You chuckled, "Yup. Well, it was nice following you around, Tin Can. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

He responds quickly, "No."

You shook your head and then started your journey back to the bounty guild. He watched your form retreat until he could no longer spot you.

...

Your back hurt. Instead of taking your bags and finding a place to sleep for the night once you made it back to the bounty guild, you decided to enjoy some alone time and drink. Or well... you tired to enjoy it.

At some point during the night, a group of members of the guild asked you to play a few drinking games with them. A small drink of alcohol to calm yourself down turned into you mixing alcoholic drinks, so you could have bragging rights about winning the games against your old guild members. The games must have lasted the entire night because the last thing you saw before you slept was the sun creeping its way on the horizon.

You sat up and scratched your head. What woke you up was a slight banging on the table that you currently were laying on. You searched for the person who thought it was the best idea to wake you up and kickstart your morning hangover. Your eyes widened when you caught a glimpse of your reflection on beskar. You rose your head to look straight into the visor of his helmet.

"Let me guess, the members ended up asking you to play their games?" He asked.

"Why the hell are you here?"You grunted out as you rubbed your eyes to see if he was physically standing in front of you or if it was a figment of your imagination.

"I'm looking for Greef Karga. You happen to see him around?" He responds.

You stared at him.

You raised your voice, "Do I look like I fucking know where he's at right now?"

You immediately regretted it and the Mandalorian knows.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be opening my mouth to shout at someone when I'm clearly hungover."

You growl, "Go the fuck away, Tin Can."

You hear a chuckle pass through the voice modulator, "That's funny coming from someone who followed me like a dog yesterday."

You roll your eyes, "Are you going to leave? Or do I have to walk away from you this time?"

You see him shrug his shoulders. You sighed and walked towards the bathrooms located in the back of the cantina.

...

"Geez.. when are you going to leave me alone?” You asked.

It was officially an hour after the Mandalorian had abruptly woken you up. You were currently walking through the city of Nevarro. The whole thing was funny to you. One minute you're walking around like a lost puppy and the next minute you got a lost puppy following you. For some odd reason, the Mandalorian decided to stick by your side as you walked around. The two of you didn't really speak. Matter of fact, you didn't dare look his way due to the blinding sun being reflected off his beskar armor - that was the last thing you wanted to see after barely being awake.

You made a few stops at some stands to try and gather some supplies. You needed to figure out a way to get off Nevarro and return back to Kipler. Just because you left the guild, doesn't mean that your skills as a bounty hunter left you as well. You could defend yourself if needed and let's be honest - you did not want to spend your time on Nevarro.

You thought about asking the Mandalorian for a ride, but he'd most likely say no. He was probably only following you around as revenge for you following him the day before. You just wanted to get away, but like you - he wouldn't let you leave. How in the hell were you going to get home?

You finally decided to take a leap and look at the man walking beside you, "Why are you following me?"

He doesn't say anything. He just keeps looking straight.

You were getting tired of this game the two of you were supposedly playing. In fact, you were just straight-up tired since he woke you up before you could knock out for the entire day.

You speak up, "Seriously, Mandalorian, why are you following me?"

Same thing - no response.

That's it.

You abruptly stop walking and fully face him for the first time since the two of you left the bounty guild.

"Lame-o, you wanna tell me why the fuck you're here?" You snapped.

He was a few feet ahead of you when he turned back and responded, "Lame-o?"

You threw your hands up in the air - the bags of supplies almost hitting you in the face, "Really? That's the only thing you focus on?"

You can feel his gaze on your form despite his visor blocking the view of his eyes. You ask sarcastically, "What, you've never been called stupid names before?"

He just shakes his head, "Nope - most just call me the Mandalorian as normal beings do."

"Good for you," You snickered.

The two of you continued walking around. It was nice to people-watch with another person. Even if this person sort of annoyed you. It was a nice feeling that you didn't expect to have. About an hour or two later, the two of you rounded back to the bounty guild - where your bags were left... again.

You placed your new supplies in one bag and hunched one onto your shoulder. You picked your other two bags up from the floor. You looked over at the armored man and sighed.

What the hell am I gonna do about him?

You started, "I'm going to try to find a place to stay."

He doesn't say anything.

"From here on out, do not follow me..," you pause, "I don't want to have to wake up to you again."

He stays silent.

You make your way to the door and that's when you hear a modulated heavy sigh.

"Follow me."

...

You followed his orders. Not completely uncharacteristic of you, but definitely something you didn't do often. He was a stranger. Normally when strangers tell you to follow them they're up to no good. Yet, your instincts weren't giving you any signs of malice from the Mandalorian. It didn't take long for the sight of his starship to make its way to the both of you.

It was like the events of the day before were unfolding again. Only this time, you would be following him into his ship. Well - you didn't know that yet.

"What are we doing here?" You ask as you witness the hatch of the ship slowly meet the ashy ground of the planet.

The Mandalorian walks into his ship before he turns around, "You can stay here."

He said what?

"You're joking, right?" You say after a minute goes by.

"Do you want it to be a joke?" He retorts.

You stared at him, "No. I just don't think you're serious."

Now, he's the one staring at you.

"If you'd rather sleep on a table in a cantina, then knock yourself out." He turns his back towards you and walks further into the ship.

You hear a small mumble of, "That's the last time I offer someone a place to stay."

You chuckle to yourself. Maybe this stranger could turn into a friend. Who knows?

At some point, you had dropped your bags inside the man's ship. You insisted that he showed you around; although to him, there wasn't much to show. The ship was a nice space and you had no doubt in your mind that it was precious in his eyes. So, you would treat it the same way.

After the small tour, you rummaged through your bags and grabbed a blanket you had packed. You felt awkward because you didn't want to intrude on the Mandalorian in his own space. Luckily, he let you sleep in one of the chairs in the cockpit.

You were knocked out for a few hours. Or so it seemed. Turns out, a whole day had passed. You were woken up by the sounds of the armored man walking around. You could hear a few tinkering sounds and then a sigh. You decided to see what he was up to. As you climbed down the ladder, you saw him facing the opened hatch. He seemed to be doing maintenance on his ship. He noticed your figure after your left foot was no longer on the ladder. He turned around and nodded your way before he walked outside. Most likely to check on the laser cannons.

You freshened up a bit before deciding to take out your journal and write. Write about what? Maybe the random stranger you met who is allowing you to stay on his ship. Wait did he say how long you could stay?

Before you could think of making your way to ask the man, you heard footsteps enter the ship and a little later you heard him mumbling to himself, "It's going to take a lot of credits to fix that."

Maybe you'd wait to ask.

...

Blah, Blah, Blah.

You kept mimicking his voice, "If you have a problem with me working on my ship, then you can get off it."

Blah, Blah, Blah.

Those words just kept repeating in your head. Not in a serious way, but in an annoyed way. The sun was beaming on you as you walked through the main part of the city. You noticed that a few new vendors had set up shop while you were knocked out. Maybe you could buy a few things?

It was busier than the past few times that you walked these paths. You didn't mind. You could easily take a seat somewhere and people watch for a few hours. You weren't entirely sure what to do - you just didn't want to head back to the ship yet.

As much as the Tin Can annoyed you, you had to admit that you were enjoying his presence. A little too fast.. which frightened you. Nevertheless, you would let life take the reins for a bit rather than control it. You thought about the Mandalorian for a bit. Maybe you'd bring him some lunch since he's been working hard on maintaining his ship?

Your thoughts died down when your gut instinct started blurting out for you to flick your knife out of your sleeve. You let your hunter instincts sit in the driver's seat of your brain. Immediately, you noticed a shadow - no two - following you. When you went down an alleyway - a few seconds later the two shadows would follow. Now, you were becoming more aware of your surroundings. Did someone want to attack you in broad daylight? You wouldn't be surprised - it's happened before. You were now making your own small path between the cracks of buildings. The two figures were now catching up to speed. You needed to do something. Do you attack and risk making a scene? Or do you lay low and wait for them to attack you? What do you do? You were now frantically asking yourself. You were so occupied with getting away from the figures that you didn't realize someone was also rounding the corner you were.

Bump.

You had bumped into something. No. Someone.

"Hey, I was looking for you."

You felt a hand holding your arm - stabilizing you after bumping into someone. You looked up and you thanked Maker that you bumped into this person.

Mr. Tin Can.

"Did you hear me?" He asked after he removed the hand that held your arm.

"Huh?" You furrowed your brows.

"I said I was looking for you," He repeated, "I just met up with Greef Karga - he said he got a job for me."

...

As much as you tried, you couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the alleyways of Nevarro City. Even when Mando was telling you about the planet the two of you were heading to - you just couldn't focus. It bothered you a lot. So imagine the look on your face when the Razor Crest lands on Arvala-7. Maybe you should have been listening...

You witness the preparations that the Mandalorian takes before hunting for a quarry. It all seems so.. perfect.

It mesmerizes you how he prepares for his job. Something you have no idea about because he hasn't uttered a word to you about it.

"No, you're not helping me out. You're staying here because this is my job. Not yours," He states.

You shrug your shoulders, "Go ahead. I'm not a bounty hunter anymore, so the quarry's all yours."

"Try not to steal my ship while I'm gone. Or I will hunt you down and claim the credits your head is worth." He chided.

He made his way down the hatch with his Amban Sniper Rifle in his hand - ready for something to jump at him - and boy did something jump.

You witnessed as a blurrg attacked him - immediately taking his arm into its mouth. He was struggling to fight it - let alone put some space between him and the blurrg. You saw another blurrg running towards him. You were about to step in, but that's when you saw something fly in the corner of your eye. It turned out to be a tranquilizer. The two blurrgs were now laying on the floor. Another blurrg comes into your sight, only this time it has a rider.

You walk over to the Mandalorian - just in case he needed backup. You shiver as you hear the noises that accompany the removal of the man's arm from the blurrg's mouth.

He pants, "Thank you."

The rider nods at him, "You are a bounty hunter."

"Yes," he says as he fixed his glove.

"I will help you."

You watch as Mando gives him a once-over.

"I have spoken."

The rider turns around and heads back the way you saw him come. Mando looks at you - expecting an answer for some reason. You shrug and start following the blurrg and its rider.

The sun was now setting on the horizon. Mando's savior had taken the both of you back to his moisture farm. He led you two inside his home - there he prepared a small drink for the two of you.

"Many have passed through, they seek the same one as you."

"Did you help them?" Mando asks.

"Yes," the Ugnaught man pauses, "they died."

"Well then, I don't know if I want your help," Mando states.

You interject, "No, no. You would have died back there. I was not about to save you. You should give him a chance since he did."

The two of them continue their conversation - you gladly listen as you sip on the drink the Ugnaught man poured for you. Nighttime fell peacefully and it did not prepare you for the chaos that would await you when you woke up the next morning.

Your idea of Mando being perfect was chipping bit by bit. Stories of Mandalorians being fierce warriors plagued your mind as you watched the one in front of you struggle to ride a blurrg. You tried not to judge him since you opted out of the blurrg-riding lessons yourself, but you couldn't help but snicker each time the Mandalorian fell. One try after the other, he just kept falling until he got frustrated - and your constant snickers were not helping.

"Perhaps, if you removed your helmet."

"Perhaps, he remembers I tried to roast him," Mando pants out.

"This is a female.. the males are all eaten during mating."

"Oh, so she's a girl boss," You add. Kuiil nods at you.

The two of you now witness another one of Mando's attempts to ride a blurrg. He comes close to staying on - which makes both you and Kuiil hopeful.. that is.. until he falls again.

Mando quickly walks to the spot where both of you were observing his failed attempts. He asks Kuiil for a landspeeder, but the older gentleman refuses to let Mando give up. Someone had to encourage him, and you were not about to be that person. After a million attempts - or what felt like a million attempts - the Mandalorian was able to ride the blurrg.

You were proud of him.

Kuiil nods his content at the Mandalorian - you on the other hand are overcome with joy.

"Mando! You're doing it!" You shouted.

You couldn't see it since his face was covered by his helmet, but a small smile lifted up the corners of his mouth.

After lunch, Kuiil explained to you that he would be riding with Mando to the site where his quarry was last tracked. He said to make yourself comfortable in his home while he was gone. What a generous man, you thought. You watched as both Kuiil and Mando rode away on their blurrgs. You looked over to the one that was left behind. Maybe you would try and learn to ride a blurrg... how hard could it be?

Mando was not in fact exaggerating when he was trying to learn how to ride the blurrg. You're not sure why you thought it would be easy. Maybe you just wanted to feel on par with him. Either way, for the life of you - you just couldn't figure it out. You gave up way before Kuiil returned.

"I see you tried riding the blurrg while I was gone."

You looked up from your journal with shock on your face, "How'd you know?"

"You have dirt all over your legs," He chuckles.

You shake your head as your mouth forms a smile, "Fine, you caught me."

"If you'd like to learn, I'm glad to teach you," He pauses, "it's better than you struggling and not asking for help."

Your smile fades a bit...

it's better than you struggling and not asking for help.

...

Mando doesn't return until the day after. You weren't too worried about it - he was a man capable of taking care of himself. During his absence, Kuiil's presence aided in blocking the feelings of worry and loneliness that would overcome you in small waves.

"You are a bounty hunter," He says as he prepares dinner for the both of you.

You shake your head, "I was."

He looks at you briefly before his eyes return to the food, "So, why are you with him?"

You sigh, "Not sure."

"You two don't seem awfully close. Are you two even friends?"

"Not sure."

He hums. Silence takes its place before he continues, "For what it's worth, I think this can bring a new experience for you.''

You don't say anything.

"I'm well aware that I don't know your backstory - nor do I know his. What I do know, is that you both have been through things in your lives. This partnership, friendship, whatever it is, may it be something beneficial for the two of you."

One can only hope.

When Mando returns to the moisture farm, it's nighttime, and you're watching Kuiil repair his moisture vaporator. Your eyes wander over to Mando's form, but they don't stop on him. They stop right next to him. A floating sphere that remained by his side.

That was his quarry? A child? What kind of monster puts a bounty on a child? Unless the child was deemed dangerous, but c'mon, look at the little guy - he instantly won you over.

You hear Mando and Kuiil talk about the child, but you didn't pay any attention to them. You only focused on the little green child that watched a frog jump by. You crouched down to get a closer look at him.

"It didn't take long for the kid to get his hands on it," You say as the three of you witness the child swallow the frog whole.

You dusted invisible dirt off your hands by rubbing it against your shirt. You realized that Kuiil went off somewhere - he's probably inside his house. You realize that Mando was watching you.

"I'm not sure if you heard, but my ship was destroyed."

You furrowed your brows, "How?"

"Jawas."

"Good luck with that," You said as you patted his back before walking inside Kuiil's house.

Kuiil and Mando returned the day after at night. They both hauled the parts from the Razor Crest that the Jawas stole. You were assessing the damage when they returned to the ship.

"Holy shit, you reek.. go wash up, Tin Can," your voice is pitched up since you're holding your nose.

"You're not helping," he says with a deep voice, "I already know that I smell."

"Well, do something about it."

He ignores you as he walks around the ship and assesses the full-on damage. He stops in front of you. You swear he's doing it to annoy you, but you just back away so that his stench isn't as potent.

Kuiil turns on his light as Mando says, "This is gonna take days to fix."

"If you care to help, it might go faster," Kuiil says as he starts to organize the different parts.

Before the thought of running away even crossed your mind, Mando pointed an accusing finger at you, "Don't even think about leaving, you're helping us."

You whined, "Do I have to?"

"Yes. You don't get to ride along for free," He snaps as he hands Kuiil some of the spaceship's parts.

You kick your feet against the ground and sigh, "...Fine."

...

After ten breaks deemed mandatory by you, five arguments, and one 'pillow fight' with the parts of the Razor Crest between Mando and you, the ship was complete as daylight started to rise in the sky. Man were you proud of yourself - you helped Mando and Kuiil restore the Razor Crest to its natural beauty. You totally didn't refuse to get your hands dirty.

"Thanks for only handing us the parts," Mando says as he walks around the ship. He no longer smelled which made him a bit more tolerable to you as of now.

The two of you bid goodbye to Kuiil - the wonderful Ugnaught man who you prayed would be safe and happy for the rest of his days.

"Good luck with the child, may it survive and bring you a handsome reward," Kuiil says as he waves goodbye to the both of you. Once, the three of you were settled in the cockpit, Mando started preparations to fly back to Nevarro.

"The kid's still asleep, right," You whispered.

Mando only nodded his head. As much as you wanted to stay silent, you just had to ask him.

"Hey, Lame-o, what do you plan on doing with it now?"

He shrugs, "I have no choice but to finish the job."

You scoff, "That's bullshit. It's just a kid, you're not seriously thinking about returning him to the client.., are you?"

You had fallen asleep during the journey back to Nevarro. You curled more into the seat when you heard footsteps leaving the cockpit. Peace and quiet. You didn't think about where Mando was going - you just went back to drifting into dreamland.

When you woke up the second time and realized that you had landed back on Nevarro - you decided to make your way to the bounty guild. Maybe Greef Karga had an update for you.

He didn't - which made you annoyed, but that feeling went away when you overheard his conversations with the guild members.

"You had your shot, dust breather, but you failed. No pucks for you, now get out of here."

You sat across from Greef Karga as he carried out his duty of being the leader of a guild. You raised an eyebrow at him, "Dust breather.. seriously? That's the best you got." The man just shrugs.

"So, I've heard you've been hanging around with an infamous man. Who so happens to be one of the best members of my guild," He smiles at you, "How's that been for you?"

You signed, "Oh, it's been something."

"Speaking of the Devil," He laughs, "Mando!"

You take a sip of your drink before you call out to him, "Sup, Tin Can."

It didn't fully register to you, until you saw him standing next to the table you shared with Greef Karga. That's when you choked on your drink for a second time at this very same table.

"What the fuck, Mando? Now, you actually look like a Tin Can."

He doesn't try to make a comeback. He just asks, "How many of them had tracking fobs?"

Greef Karga tells him the answer and then he says, "Please, sit my friend."

You scooch over so he can sit right next to you. You can clearly hear the conversation between the Mandalorian and Greef Karga, but you can't understand it. It's like your ability to comprehend went out the door when you saw Mando decked out in pure beskar armor.

Wow. He looks...

Perfect.

From what you could hear, Mando was choosing another job to go on. He doesn't seem like the type to know how to relax, so you're not completely surprised. You're just wondering where you're going to go now. You're sure that his invitation to stay aboard his ship was temporary, but man, you didn't know how to feel.

The next thing you heard was Mando asking about the child and what was going to happen to him. Clearly, something that is out of the hands of the bounty hunter, yet it seemed to bother him deeply.

Oh.

That's why he has on pure beskar.

You tried your best to not let the guilt eat at you, but you couldn't stop thinking about the kid's beady brown eyes. The way they peered into your soul when you first met him. The way he snored as he was worn out from saving Mando from a mudhorn. That poor kid.

You continued listening to their conversation - now realizing that the Mandalorian was standing rather than sitting next to you.

"Buy a camtono of spice. By the time you come out of hyperdrive, you will have forgotten all about it," Greef Karga says to him, but alas, Mando walks out without another word.

You catch up to him before he makes it to his ship.

"So.." you start, "how about that camtono of spice?"

"I don't do spice," He jabbed.

"Yeah, I can tell. You act like you always have a stick up your ass," You jabbed back.

There goes another moment where he doesn't make a comeback towards you.

By now, you could tell the guilt was eating him alive. Even if he hadn't muttered a word to you.

You sighed, "Look, what's done, is done. You can't change that. You just have to wish the little guy the best and move forward."

He stays silent - only looking at what's straight ahead of him.

What's something that would help him..?

"Let me take you to the hot springs," He stops in his tracks and stares at you, "My treat."

...

It surprised you that he agreed. So here you were, on the Razor Crest, gathering your things, so you could stay in the motel next to the hot springs. You encouraged Mando to bring a bag with him, but he insisted that it was fine. Maybe he's never gone to hot springs before?

You had checked into your motel room. Mando waited patiently for you to put your things away. Once you finished, the two of you headed down to the hot springs. Since Nevarro was still growing its community, the hot springs were a small place run by a family of Twi'leks. The place was pretty secluded. Not many made the long trek from Nevarro City to enjoy the springs.

You weren't sure if they would have you and Mando go to separate hot springs, but unfortunately for you - there was only one hot spring open that day. You had undressed yourself first and let your body get warmed up by the hot water. You closed your eyes to fully take in the warm sensations coming from the bubbles that the water made.

It felt incredible.

Another thing that surprised you was hearing the water around you splash. Feeling the ripples of the water. You opened your eyes to see Mando's bare chest. It was a beautiful sight to see.

Perfect.

That's what you thought when the lights dimmed. Seeing your reflection on his helmet be reduced.

Perfect.

That's what you thought when he moved closer. You could have sworn the temperature of the water got warmer each time he moved.

Perfect.

That's what you thought when he started touching you. His soft and gentle hands roamed over your body. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Letting your fingers make indentions on his tanned skin. You ran a finger from his collarbone to the tip of his shoulder - back and forth. He squeezed your hips towards his.

Perfect.

That's what you thought when a soft modulated moan hit your eardrums. When he guided you on the things he wanted you to do to him. When he followed the orders you gave when it was his turn to reciprocate for you. When he finally slid himself inside you. The sighs that left your mouths at the same time. When he took his time with you - there was no need to rush and he made that perfectly clear. When you both made a mess in the hot springs. Perfection.

It was a perfect situation between strangers.

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majesticbrownjawn · 4 years

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Delicate Part Three

Part One

Part Two

They rode quietly back to their side of town, Violet in a contemplative state of awe the whole way.

How'd he know her name? Maybe it was a freaky, weird coincidence.

She was completely taken by E. How'd he will her to give herself to him so quickly? She hadn't done anything like since her 20's. Her entire being wanted to stay there in Oakland, which let her brain know she had to do the opposite.

She had to stay away from him.

"You have to stay away from him," Trina said as she was climbing out of Violet's car. It was like her best friend had heard her thoughts and repeated them to make sure your got the picture.

"What?"

"He's no good, Vi," she asserted.

"How would you know? You just met him yourself." Violet's tone was defensive and she didn't know why, but Trina was absolutely right.

"I-I just know his type...AND know he had you with your drawers hanging around your ankles when I found you," she answered with an air of satisfaction in her voice. "God knows how many other women he's had like looking that."

Violet's eyes bulged in horror. She was always the more level-headed of the two. Sensible and practical were her middle names. Her role in their relationship was the responsible one. Violet relished in being the wise friend who always seemed to have it together and just a few hours with E was already tarnishing her image.

"Did you see him though?" Violet was trying her best to appeal to Trina's weakness for attractive men. She couldn't pick a guy with character to save her life, but they were almost always fine, and Violet was an eyewitness to Trina's inventory of E when she introduced them at the party.

Trina huffed and folded her arms at Violet disapprovingly.

"Fine. I already decided I would stay away from him. That's why I ran out of there so fast."

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Violet loved food.

It was no wonder, though. She didn't just magically wake up one day in her pillowy-soft body.

But she turned that love for food into a craft, and studied culinary arts in Paris. Chef V's years of experience working under the best chefs in Europe made her a shoe-in for one of the few Michelin-starred restaurants in the States. She was the only Black woman executive chef of a restaurant of this caliber, which was both an honor and a shame to her. She wanted nothing more than to help other Black women in the her industry come up, but found the balance of trying to stay on top of her game and making time to give back a challenge. Doing anything other than working was a challenge for her. Maybe that was why she was so easily swayed by someone like E.

Her thoughts briefly went back to that day, now two months in the past—and she shuttered a bit at the thought of him. She would have been lying if she said she was glad he never contacted her. But she knew not hearing from him was for the best.

The sound of clanking fine china and sizzling kobe beef buzzed around her as she stood in the center of an upscale kitchen barking out orders like Gordon Ramsey. This kind of power gave her a high that was as exhilarating as it was exhausting. Everyone looked to her for direction and approval, a position she was quite familiar with.

Her younger siblings looked to her for guidance after her parents' death as a teenager and from then on, people kind of just sensed the leader in her. She was forced into being this person at a young age—maybe too young – but eventually embraced it. The consequence was that she came off as a snobby, slightly controlling bitch who thought she was smarter than everyone else.

Almost everyone.

Violet ran a tight ship and mistakes were not tolerated, so when her sous chef Suzie ran into the kitchen with beet-red cheeks and a half-eaten plate, she was curious as to what the flustered woman would say.

"There's a man out there," Suzie whispered.

"Speak up, Suzie. I can barely hear you."

"He said his steak is undercooked."

A collective silence fell over the kitchen as everyone stopped to see what Chef V would do next. She jerked her head back and studied the steak on the returned plate.

It was cooked to perfection.

She smacked her teeth before heading to the kitchen doors to peer out of its circular windows. She scanned the restaurant briefly, trying to pick up on who she thought the picky customer might be. She usually had an eye for patrons who liked to complain in hopes of a free meal, but she couldn't quite figure it out tonight.

"Who sent it back?"

"Him...over there at table 46."

Table 46 was the best table in the house. You could see the entire city skyline from its positioning and it was purposefully tucked away for the sake of privacy. Violet had served numerous celebrities and wealthy diners at table 46. She didn't think to look over there initially. When she did, the silhouette of strong, broad shoulders caught her eye. She pushed the doors open with frustration, ready to take on this tasteless customer, but as she marched forward, more of the man's physique came into focus. And the man's physique was familiar.

His hair—locs – specifically, was finally what caused her to stop dead in her tracks. Suzie, following a bit too closely, crashed into Violet, sending the returned plate cascading to the floor. The commotion caused half the restaurant to look in their direction and had Violet not been so caught up in the man, she would have been embarrassed.

But she was caught up.

Violet audibly gasped when he turned to face her. But it wasn't him. It wasn't E. As she dismissed herself back to the kitchen, she felt a bit of sadness that the picky customer wasn't the man who so easily made her feel open enough to do things she'd never done, but always dreamed of doing—especially as it pertained to sex. Unfortunately, there was a side of her that she'd never explored. She'd never found the right person she felt safe enough to do those things with, so she fantasized about them instead. That is, until she met him.

"Just cook him another one," she flatly told Suzie, completely defeated. Her sous chef quickly got to work on a replacement steak, while Violet slipped away to her small office in the rear of the kitchen.

"You would work at a bougie ass place like this, wouldn’t you?”

His voice caused an immediate reaction from her body, though she refused to let him know it. Part of her was angry, seeing him after all this time, smiling smugly at her in her office. She stared at him sternly before speaking.

"How'd you get back here?"

"You thought that nigga was me, didn't you?"

"Ye—you didn't answer my question."

"You didn't answer mine, babygirl." Her stomach fluttered at that name. Then she thought about him figuring out her real name.

"How'd you know my name?"

"Lucky guess," he smirked. "Your name is really Violet?" He said sarcastically.

She huffed and pointed to the embroidered script of her name and title on her chef coat.

"Lucky guess, my ass. How'd you get back here, E?"

He took a seat in front of her, as confident and fine as ever. The fitted turtleneck he wore had her feeling vulnerable. A bearded gentleman in a turtleneck was something she could hardly ever resist. So this man, though far from what she considered a gentleman, would certainly be a challenge to overcome. She'd already succumb to his charm once and she couldn't blame that time on piece of clothing.

She remained standing in between his obnoxiously widespread legs. He leaned back into the cushiony chair, totally relaxed.

And in control.

"One of my girls—" he cleared his throat unnecessarily. "I know one of the hostesses."

"Why are you here? Did you know I worked here?"

"Why you asking all these questions? You not happy to see me?" He leaned forward and rested an elbow to his knee.

"I don't have time for this. You come up in here playing games on the busiest night of the week. You can see yourself out, E."

She quickly side-stepped his legs on a mission to make it to the door, but he caught her hand just before she was out of reach.

"Where are you going, Violet." His question wasn't a question at all.

"What do you want from me?" She was sincere in her query. Why'd he show up here, two months later?

"I wanna fuck you, girl. Make them pretty ass eyes roll to the back of your head again."

Them eyes—her eyes, broke contact with his and drifted to his crotch. His dick print was visible on his inner thigh. She wanted to touch it so badly. She hadn't gotten the chance to the first time.

"You see it," he smirked.

It was hard to miss.

"Got me hard as fuck watching you do your thing, Chef V," he teased.

His hand led her back in front of him.

"Maybe I'll let you boss me around one day like you do these peons in yo kitchen."

She gulped loudly when he stood up, his physical presence looming over her making her feel small again, just how she liked.

E kissed her with enough power to topple her over, but the desk was there to catch her.

He didn't stop when her position suddenly lowered under him, he just readjusted and leaned down into her. She moaned shamefully when his tongue wiggled into her mouth and his hand groped her breast. The thick chambray material of her chef jacket was getting in the way of her feeling the full sensation of his hands and it frustrated her. The way his adept fingers teased her nipples the day they met was all she could think about when she moved his hand under her top.

"I guess you did miss me, Chef V."

"Shut up," she groaned. She didn't need him reminding her of the obvious. Reminding her what she was doing was uncharacteristic and stupid.

"I missed you."

Did he really just try that playa shit on her? I missed you? The sirens she heard when she met him at his house party had officially made their return.

"I said shut up."

"Aye," his voice was calm but his eyes were ablaze.

There was a passion in them that quickly reminded her of E choking her in his workroom. She was terrified at first, but when he realized it was her and his hands loosened around her neck, she realized she very much liked the way they felt. Warm and firm.

Invigorating.

"I said you could boss me around one day, not

TO-day."

His hands roughly gripped the back of her knees and pulled her closer. Their middles met and she couldn't help but grind up against his erection as he nibbled and sucked on her lips.

"You really just came here to fuck me, E?" She managed to get out.

"Yea."

Violet didn't expect such a direct answer. She kind of wished he'd lied to her. That he told her she was special and that he wanted to get to know her.

But who was she kidding?

She didn't really want to get to know him. He was dangerous and not the type of man she could settle down with. This was all they could ever have.

Good sex.

No—great, amazing, superb sex.

Top two, not two sex.

The best sex she'd ever had.

She prayed it wouldn't be the best she would ever have. But was fantastic sex worth the space he took up in her head the last few months?

E started kissing her again, successfully distracting her from overthinking. He'd started unbuttoning her jacket when a loud knock on the door startled her. She stared at him like she was looking for him to tell her what to do. He shrugged and kissed her again.

"They'll go away," he whispered.

Another knock.

"Hold on!" She yelled, trying her best to quickly button herself back up. E rolled his eyes as he watched her frantically try to gather herself.

"...Stay," he said, calmly unbuttoning each button right after she'd fasten them. He hoped a kiss to her temple would convince her to remain in his presence a while longer. She contemplated it until she saw the handle of her office door turning.

She yanked herself loose from his grasp and stormed out of her office. She didn't even look at the person who'd been knocking. All she saw was a blur of someone in black. Violet didn't even get mad that they'd opened her door without her permission. She was grateful in a way. Grateful for an escape. God knows how long and how loud they would have been in there hunching.

She took a moment to compose herself before returning to her duties. Violet was literally hot all over. She stealthily grabbed a cup of ice from a machine towards the back of the kitchen. There was a spot just past her office that was a hideaway for her when she didn't want to be found by the few people brave enough to knock on her door, which made her wonder who knocked on her door tonight. It wasn't someone from the kitchen. All of her staff wore white. The thoughts of what the mystery person had interrupted with E quickly flooded her thoughts.

The few top buttons of her jacket were still unfastened thanks to E. She slid a piece of ice up and down her neck and across the top of her chest. Her mind raced back to him. His hot hands grazing her flesh, inching closer to her breasts. Her mind was gone and her hands, with the ice in them, were making circles over her sensitive, hardened tips. She wanted to cum so badly. She focused on him. The way his turtleneck clung to his muscular arms, hinting at the wonder that was his scar-laden body. His scent was still on her from being so close moments ago.

Mahogany.

Coconut.

Cedar.

The way his tongue explored her mouth. The way he grabbed her like she belonged to him. The ice between her fingers soon melted and her digits quickly found their way into her panties, hungrily applying pressure to her clit. It didn't take much effort to make herself cum after being deprived of him for eight weeks. The thrill of seeing him was more than enough to excite her in ways she'd never felt before.

But why?

She chuckled to herself as she washed her hands before heading back to the main area of the kitchen. He had her acting totally different and part of her liked it.

The look of relief on her sous chef Suzie's face was comical as he drew close to her.

"Thank God you're back, Chef V."

"Everything okay?"

"Yea, I guess. You know I just get nervous without you here. I just don't want anything bad to happen when you leave me in charge."

Suzie was a young woman in her mid-twenties. Violet took her under her wing because she had great potential and because she was Black. Mentoring her was the least she could do to give back to the next generation, but sometimes Suzie was a worrywart and annoyed Violet to no end. She could already feel the high of her orgasm wearing off.

"Did you remake table 46's steak?"

"Yes. He loved it."

"Okay and did the kitchen catch on fire while I was gone?" She looked around in an extra manner for added effect.

Suzie shook her head no.

"See? Everything is fine. You need to relax."

Violet took her place back at the center of the kitchen, putting finishing touches on plates in the special way she's been gifted to, and even took moments to praise or constructively critique the work of her staff. She could see how pleased they were to have her working side-by-side with them and made a mental note to have more nights in the kitchen like tonight.

Minus the part with E.

And her private moment with the ice.

***

The restaurant was not only heralded for some of the best dishes in the world, but it was also home to one of the country's most expensive delicacies—a chocolate cake covered in gold leaves. It was rare someone ordered it, because despite the wealthy clientele they served, a $15,000 dessert wasn't something people ordered every day. When Suzie told Violet table 46 had ordered the expensive ass cake, she gave her an impressed look and headed for the refrigerated safe where they kept the golden flecks.

She made her way to the back of the kitchen, just past her office and private corner. As she strolled back by her office with the gold leaves in hand, she thought she heard something — a voice — on the other side of her office door. She brushed it off and kept walking, but then remembered she never saw him leave. But to be fair, she never saw his creepy ass enter the kitchen in the first place, so whatever she thought she heard had to be her mind playing with her.

Violet dropped the leaves off with her pastry chef and tried to busy herself with work that did nothing to keep her brain from thinking about who may or may not be still in her office. Finally frustrated enough with herself and him for making her crazy, she marched back to her office, her chest filled with air and ready to go off of need be.

She flung the door open but was quickly deflated by the sight in front of her. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on E standing in the corner of her office with a woman on her knees in front of him. His brows were knitted together tightly and the intense look of pleasure on his face made her pussy throb with want. E slowly brought his eyes to Violet standing at the door watching him getting his dick sucked. She knew that he knew she had been there a few moments before giving her his attention. It felt like he knew she'd arrive at the exact time she did. Just in time for his show.

Violet stood there frozen, mouth slightly agape in a mixture of shock, jealousy and desire.

The woman on her knees wore all black and was sporting hair extensions that trailed down her back. Violet concluded she was the woman who knocked on her office door earlier, likely the hostess E slipped up and called one of his "girls." Violet could see why she was. She could suck a mean dick. The woman's mouth slowly trailed up his shaft, saliva dripping down her chin. The chef looked in awe at his cock, seeing him fully hard from this vantage point had her wondering how she took him so easily. E's dick disappeared into the hostesses' throat and it was enough to make him groan.

"Yea. Just like that." He was staring at Violet when he said it, like she was the one on her knees in front of him. The hostesses moaned at his praise, but he wasn't talking to her.

Violet had quietly closed the door behind her and was palming her sensitive breasts. Her eyes closed as she listened to the sounds in the room.

His labored breathing.

The hostesses' lude slurping and gagging.

Her own barely audible mewls.

"Look at me."

Violet knew he was talking to her without opening her eyes. Somehow, the hostess was still unaware of a third party in the room with her and E, stealing his attention from the good work she was doing on his dick.

Violet's eyes remained closed.

"Open your eyes." His command was surprisingly sweet, but laced with urgency.

"Iljshfhro," the hostess garbled. Violet assumed the woman was trying to tell E was indeed looking at him, but the hot dick in her mouth was prohibiting her from being fully understood.

Violet's eyes opened involuntarily from quietly laughing at how ridiculous the woman on her knees sounded. E smirked at Violet, unable to control his smile as he looked at her amused expression.

"C'mere, baby."

The smile had widened across his face, making the caps on his bottom row gleam against the soft lighting in the office. Perhaps the warm smile he gave her was the trick to getting her close to him. He felt relieved when she took a step forward, he was growing impatient and was dangerously close to begging her to come to him. E's desire for her had ballooned over the course of eight weeks and was on the verge of exploding. After meeting and subsequently fucking her that day, his mind frequently revisited their dalliance, sometimes in the most inopportune moments, like when he was blowing the backs out of other women. The most recent time it happened, he went fully soft inside one of his favorites when he looked down and realized she wasn't Violet.

He thought not only of the way her ample backside bounced beautifully against his scarred flesh, but of her wit and bold personality. Then there was the way he naturally felt possessive of her. E's teeth gritted together when he thought of how his homeboy looked at her gripping onto his bannister as they had sex. He came to the conclusion that he had to have her again, despite the nagging voice in his head telling him otherwise. At the least, he hoped sexing her again would get her out of his system. But in the moments when he was honest with himself, he knew the opposite was a more likely outcome.The hostess' head shifted in the direction of the door, but E's voice stopped her before she saw Violet approaching them.

"Don't look at her," he told the woman. Her head snapped back to its original positioning. E said it like he wanted to protect Violet. Like he knew Violet wouldn't be ok with the thirsty hostess knowing she was just as parched and needy for him.

E looked back at V with more tender eyes than he'd just had with the other woman. Violet was unsure if she was okay with his tone with hostess, even if it was to her advantage. Nevertheless, she moved until she was standing in front of him, the hostess wedged between them on the floor and looking to E for permission to do anything.Violet was captivated once again by his masculine beauty. And she didn't know it, but he was just as taken by her. He licked his lips as he stared at her plump ones, longing to tug and taste them again. He broke eye contact with her to look down at the pitiful soul under him. Waiting for direction on what she should do next.

"Get back to sucking my dick. Now," he commanded.

He shoved the woman's head into his groin and she happily continued gagging on him. Violet stepped even closer to him. Close enough that her stance called for her to straddle each of her feet just outside the hostesses' legs. Ever the obedient sub, the woman never looked behind her to see the woman hovering over her. She only did want he wanted, and E wanted her servicing his dick at the moment.

E reached out to grab the back of Violet's neck and kissed her feverishly. Her hands instantly found a place on his pebbled chest. The sensation of his scars against her palms sent tingles throughout her body and she fleetingly wondered again just what they meant and how he got them. She watched as he painfully pulled himself away from her and took a long look at his dick making its way in and out of the hostesses' mouth. He watched it like he didn't recognize it as an extension of himself.

"You see how fat my shit is for you?"

Violet didn't answer. She only continued staring with her lip wedged between her teeth at the scene she'd now become a part of. Her eyes struggled to keep focus on just his dick, though. E was too entrancing just to focus on one thing, even if that thing was his long, thick and currently, sinfully shiny dick.

Violet watched the way his fingers massaged the hostess' scalp while she swallowed him, making his biceps flex in a way that made Violet want to snatch the other woman off of him and take her place on her knees—mouth open and tongue out.

"You wanna suck it, don't you?"

"Yes," Violet squeaked before she realized what she was doing. E really had her caught up. She covered her mouth in shame.

He shook his head at her, laughing at her slip up. "Not yet, babygirl. Sit your cute ass over there."

Violet quickly plopped down in an upholstered chair a few feet behind her.

"Pull them titties out for me. I want to see you play with them while I cum for you."

V felt an uncontrollable shiver come over her that literally rattled every muscle in her body. It felt eerily similar to the feeling she got right before she orgasmed. She unbuttoned her chef coat and just barely touched herself. The light passes over her nipples were sending her in a way that felt as intense as squeezing them normally would. The sight before him was too much for him to hold on to any longer. E's mouth curled into the shape of an 'O' before his eyes briefly fluttered shut.

"I'm bout to cuuum...Gotdamn, shit baby."

His eyes opened to look at Violet and he pulled himself out of the hostess' mouth, preferring to use his hand to finish himself off. He tugged at his dick while looking at her gently rolling her fingertips across her engorged nipples. The waitress knew him well enough to calculate the exact moment he would cum. She stuck her tongue out in excitement and anticipation of his seed, admittedly in love with the feeling of his hot cum plastered across her face and tits. It was always her reward for being a good girl for him.

But she wouldn't enjoy one of her favorite parts of sex with him today. Instead of painting her with his orgasm, E shot his cum over her shoulder and in the direction of the woman sitting in the chair behind her. It shot out of him like nothing Violet had ever seen, so much so that some of it landed on the hem of her top. She stared down at the creamy substance and licked her lips, tempted to taste it.

"Get out." E's voice was low and void of energy. That nut took a lot out of him.

Violet remained in place, fixated on the jizz on her jacket.

"Babygirl," he called again. Violet looked up at him. His eyelids were heavy, but the look was sexy on him. He tilted his head and looked at her for a moment before shifting his head in the direction of the door. "You should leave."

"But I—," she started. He shook his head at her, silently telling her not to speak. In this moment, Violet didn't care about the waitress knowing who she was. All she cared about was staying with him. She knew what eight weeks without him was like and the yearning she felt for a man she'd only been around for a few hours was agonizing. And pitiful. She stood her ground—silently–for a few moments, hoping he'd demand the other woman to leave instead.

"Go," he told Violet once more. This time she finally turned to make her way to the door, but not before giving him a pout that she was completely oblivious of. Her feet were going one way, but her head was turned and looking at E. He kept eye contact with her until the hostess tugged on him.

"Why didn't you give me your cum?" the woman whined. "Wasn't I good for you?"

E let out a sigh, but it didn't feel like a frustrated one.

"We need to talk," he told the hostess as Violet reluctantly left them alone in her office again.

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I low key have no idea where this is going lol. It was a supposed to be a one shot. We’ll see what happens. Thanks for all the love on this series so far🖤

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buckyscrystalqueen · 3 years

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Ain’t Sayin’ She’s a Gold Digger: Part 4

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Negan x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: Sugar baby relationship, swearing

Word Count: 7,963

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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In the four months between getting the tickets, and heading to Burning Man, Jeff added seventeen countries and almost double that in states to deal with hotels that were going through the summer with bad ratings and numbers to your travel list. And while he worked, you worked with your new, temporary Burning Man assistant and your friends to organize everything you would need. It was chosen by the group, that now included Matt and Stacy, to join Kenzie and Stacy’s usual camp, which was actually a collection of make your own camps, to get the full Burner experience, and despite the fact that you felt like you were going crazy with Kenzie, who was the other natural organizer in the group, the trip came up before you knew it.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Jeff laughed as he finally drove his RV into Black Rock City behind the 26 foot U Haul filled with your contribution to camp- thousands of dollars worth of water, Gatorade, mini and regular sized liquor bottles, beer, snacks, granola and power bars, and a thrift store find stand up piano, that Matt was driving for you.

“Oh, it’ll be fun.” You giggled as you waved at someone Kenzie had been yelling out the U Haul window at.

“Did you forget, I’m an old man, sweetheart?” He asked with a glance over at you before turning to the right to head down to where your camp, Island Time was located.

“Did you forget that we decided you are seasoned, not old?” Kara asked as she held two of six boxes of decorations in place on the dinning room table.

“We definitely agreed on seasoned, your Majesty.” Dana called out from the back bedroom, where she was responsible for keeping the dozen solar powered coolers of ice in place. Your boyfriend groaned as your smile grew even more.

“Oh, I’m never going to let you live this down.” You giggled as you reached over and pat his thigh.

“Yea, and you’re just making me wanna call an Uber.”

“They have an airport!” Chelsea called out as she sat up from the couch, where she was holding a rope that connected the three massive shade tents, also named Costco Barns, that would make up your themed camp.

“Don’t encourage him.” You scolded as you turned in your seat to look back at her. “He will leave.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it.” She laughed as she sat up completely, as Jeff parked the RV on the left side of your camp site, and beside the U Haul that would turn into a ‘fishing pond’ for all the snacks it held. “Alright, let’s get unpacked.” You pat Jeff’s thigh once more as the girls in the back got out to start setting up.

“Just let go, sweetheart.” You told him as he set the emergency brake. “You are allowed to take a vacation and the company won’t crumble in your absence.”

“You are the only person I would agree to this for.” He said honestly as he dropped the keys in his cup holder and picked up your hand. “I love you, (Y/N). I need you to know that.”

“I love you, too, Jeff. So, so much.”

“Are you two gunna help, or are you just gunna sit there all day?” Dana asked as she grabbed one of the decorations boxes to carry out. You muttered ‘shut up’ and gave Jeff a chaste kiss before getting out to begin the long day of work. Kate, who was the mastermind behind your camp’s theme, started directing instantly, transforming the square of desert into a tropical wonderland.

Your group had thought of everything, from a had painted directional sign that pointed fellow Burners to coffee, the Playa, the Deep Playa, City Center, the bathrooms, and of course, the Burning Man center piece and The Temple, to a bunch of tropical themed pool rafts to be used by whomever as seats. You had a blue tarp on the ground and the dyed canvas covers above you that Chelsea had painted to look like waves, and dozens of starfish, jellyfish, and fish toys zip tied anywhere they could go so they didn’t become missiles in a dust storm.

There were four fishing poles laid against the U Haul, which had giant handmade banners on each side to promote your camp, and they were set up for ‘fishing’ with baskets on the end of the 100 pound test line that Jeff swore would hold up for what you needed it to. And the piece de le resistance of your camp was an inflatable palm tree cooler, that would have ice cold drinks for anyone passing by that needed one, that would sit directly in front of the piano you had brought to play as yet another contribution to the Burning Man community.

“It’s perfect.” Dana said with a proud smile as you on Jeff’s shoulders, and Chelsea on Matt’s strung up the last strings of blue lights in the canopy.

“I would hope so.” Kate said with a nod. “I busted my ass to figure out this design.”

“Hey! Beach girls!” A guy called out as he rode by your camp on his bike. “Nice idea!” You all yelled thanks as Jeff kneeled down so you could climb off.

“Damn, it’s hot.” He sighed as he sat down on one of the couple chairs you had brought. You nodded in agreement and used your already dust covered shirt to wipe off your face.

“I need a shower.”

“Get used to being dirty.” Kenzie said as she just took off her shirt and tossed it on a chair on her way over to grab a the reusable water bottle with her name on it so she could fill it up from the sink on the outside of the RV.

“So are we getting ready to open here or what?” Matt asked as he helped Chelsea dump ice from one of the solar power coolers into the palm tree cooler.

“Yea, someone throw up the fishing sign.” You said as you two pulled off your shirt and headed inside to get dressed. “I’ll go get ready.”

——

“Oh, do you know ‘Piano Man’?” A girl asked as she skipped up to your piano with a champagne slushy from a few camps down. You glanced up at her and nodded as you set down your mermaid patterned water bottle, that was currently filled with rum and coke and adjusted your shell patterned bikini top.

“I wouldn’t be a piano playing mermaid if I didn’t!” You cried as your fingers moved from playing a random melody to the newest request. You started playing over the cheers of a man, who had gotten a mini bottle of Jäger and a bag of Goldfish in his fishing pole bucket, as the girl in front of you cheered and started singing with you, and the group that had collected in your tent at some point since the sun went down. You glanced over at Jeff, who had decided months ago that he was going to be on whatever shift you were on, and gave him a slightly knowing smile, since his only job was to make sure ice was being made in the ice genies you had filling your freezer, and that the ice that was melting was draining into a new one to make more ice as needed.

He’d spent most of his evening simply watching you, and holding up polite conversations with people that had come in to your tent and had some how slipped past Matt, and Stacy, who were on an entertainment shift with you in the main part of your camp, while Dana played ‘fish’ in the fan filled U Haul, and the other girls rode around to check out some of the rest of the camps. You couldn’t help but fall even more in love with him like you had every day for the past couple months. He was just entirely too good for you, and you didn’t ever want to be away from him.

“Alright, guys, I’m gunna take a break for a few hours.” You said when you saw Kenzie and Kara on their bikes. “Put requests in the fish bowl!”

“We’re switching out?” Matt asked as grabbed a beer from the palm tree.

“Yea, we’re gunna go burn a while.” You said as you adjusted your mermaid scales bottoms on your way over to the U Haul. You yelled your intentions to Dana, who was going to switch places with Kenzie for the second shift of fishing, and grabbed your heavily decorated with bright neon blue LED battery power lights beach cruiser.

“You know, I don’t know if I remember how to ride a bike.” Jeff said softly as he grabbed his matching, mixed color bike from next to yours.

“I’ll make sure you don’t fall or embarrass yourself, my love.” He leaned over and kissed your temple as you grabbed your alcohol filled bottle and a water filled one as well and stuck them in your basket. “Alright, let’s…”

“Hey wait!” The girl that asked you to play Piano Man said as she came running out to the road. She smiled at you and held out a pair of pills. “Thank you. For my song.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to…”

“Take them.” She giggled as she grabbed your hand and put the two pills in your palm. “Happy Burn.” You nodded at her and looked over at Jeff with a smile.

“Just don’t think.” You said as you put a pill on your tongue, grabbed the back of his head, and kissed him roughly. You could feel him tense up the slightest bit as you pushed the pill between his lips with your tongue, but after a moment, he loosened up, and let you give him the ecstasy.

“What kinda bad influence are you?” He laughed as you popped your pill in your mouth and followed it with a swig of your drink.

“One that you love.” You cooed as you straddled your bike and put your feet on the pedals. “You coming?”

“I guess I am.” He sighed as he got on his bike and briefly wobbled after you before he gained his confidence and pulled up to your side. “Thank you for not letting me back out.”

“Well look at it this way now.” You said as you grabbed your head lamp from the basket, switched it on, and put it on your head. “I just did ecstasy and am headed out to la Playa at prime time in Burning Man time in a bathing suit.”

“Yea, and if you walk more than five feet away from me at any point in time, I’ll take you to Europe, steal all of your things, and leave you there for a week to fend for yourself.”

“Oh, that sounds dangerous.” You teased as you pulled into the center of Black Rock City. You rode over to where a group of bikes and parked yours in the line with the rest, making sure to lock the wheel to the frame just in case someone drunkenly confused your bike with theirs.

“I don’t dance.” Jeff yelled at you over the music.

“You don’t have to.” You laughed as you laced your arm with his and pointed the farthest camp on the edge. “How about we start there and work our way down the line until the E kicks on?” With a nod, he reached out for your hand and laced his fingers with yours to walk with you. It only took about an hour for the drugs to kick in, and in that time you had been gifted a rubber bracelet for the event because you had pretty hair, a few glow stick bracelets and necklaces which made you realize you forgot yours in the RV, and more than a few shots and drinks. And as you were talking to someone about your time in Juilliard, and disagreeing with them on why your Burning Man nickname should not be ‘Keys’, you realized that Jeff was lost in his roll and the softness of your skin on the back of your neck.

“You OK?” You laughed at him when you had a moment break in the conversation.

“Why is your skin so soft?”

“Because you’re high, baby.” You laughed before saying a quick ‘see you later, come see us’ so you could hunt down your bikes before you got lost in the sensation, too.

“You’re back quick.” Dana said as you pulled up to the campsite and got off your bike.

“Yep.” Kenzie, who was sitting right next to her took one look at you before sitting up and turning to the group.

“OK, someone needs to turn the music up right now so we don’t have to hear them fuck!”

“God, you’re impossible.” You laughed as you headed in to the RV with Jeff’s hand in yours, while the people under your tent cheered for you. The second the door closed behind you, you kissed your boyfriend and walked him back to the king sized bed, closing the door only a couple seconds before your clothes hit the floor.

“Fuck, baby girl.” Jeff sighed when he got you completely undressed, and laid out on the blankets. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

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

“You know, I’m honestly surprised you lasted the entire week.” You admitted to Jeff, as he held the door to room one of four suites so you and your friends could shower off and have a good night sleep before you flew home. He huffed at you as your friends all tiredly headed into their rooms beside and across the hall from you to shower and wash off the six layers of dirt and catch up the dozens of hours of missed sleep.

“That is only because I wasn’t leaving my gorgeous girlfriend alone in the desert with that many drugs, and that many naked people.” You snorted a laugh through your nose, dropped your purse on the floor just inside the door, and kicked off your shoes in opposite directions on the way to the shower. “Hey, who said you could go first?”

“I will kill you if you think you are getting in before me.” You growled as you pulled off your clothes and got into the shower. “Get in here and help me.” You whined as you stood out of the way of the shower spray and turned the water on.

“So needy.” He huffed as he stripped out of his clothes and stepped in the shower in front of you. With a content sigh, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest.

“This is all I need in life anymore.” You told him as you watched dirty water wash through and around the soft hairs on his chest. You adjusted your cheek and sighed once more as he grabbed a bar of soap and washed you off in lazy circles.

“Move in with me.” Those four words made your stomach flip as you looked up at the first man that had ever made you feel worth while, and nodded your head without needing to give the proposition any thought otherwise.

“I’m taking a long nap first.” You replied with a smirk as you laid your head back down on his chest.

“I think that can be arranged, baby girl.”

The next two weeks of your life was a complete whirlwind as you packed up all your belongings, moved across Central Park to Jeff’s Upper East Side home, and helped Chelsea move out of the four bedroom hell hole she lived in with 3 total wack jobs and a horrible landlord since she spent half the time sleeping on your couch as is, and into your old room. But just as you were getting everything settled, you caught some kind of stomach bug that turned out to be something way more serious.

Jeff stood pin straight still, and dead silent, as you both stared at the door of the hospital room you were in- a trip you made because he couldn’t take one more night of you throwing up and writhing on the bathroom floor in pain. You had no idea what he was thinking, but then again, neither did he. You were both just absolutely terrified.

“Are they OK?” You both asked the second the doctor walked into the room.

“Let’s just take a look, OK?” He said with a reassuring smile. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe him as every single drug you took in Black Rock City ran like a bad movie in your head. You reached out for Jeff at the same moment he took a step toward you, as the doc grabbed the ultrasound wand. You actually held your breath as he located the two side by side blobs and nodded his head.

“They look fine.” You exhaled forcefully and burst into fear and joy fill tears, as Jeff sat down in the chair next to you in relief. “Two healthy babies.”

“We did a lot of drugs.” Jeff said as he worried your hand between his as he stared at the monitor. “And a lot of drinking at Burning Man...”

“And all I can say on that is get in touch with an OBGYN, and disclose everything. I won’t lie to you, there could be some consequences, but I wouldn’t worry too much about that. I’ve seen drug addicts who used everyday of their pregnancy and had perfectly functioning, otherwise healthy babies. I’d just refrain from any and all alcohol consumption and drug use.”

“Oh absolutely.” You said with a nod as you took the two photos he handed you and held the delicately in your hands. “I’ll do everything by the book.”

“Just don’t worry to much about what you did. Focus on what you can do for them now.” You nodded your head and took the paper script from him, which Jeff took from you right after. “Something to help with the nausea. And I’ll have the nurse bring in a list of some OBGYN’s in town for you as well.”

“Thank you, doc.” Jeff said with a nod as he stood up and shook the man’s hand. “We appreciate it.” With another nod, the doctor left the room to go about his day, and you looked up at the father of your children and started to cry.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” He shushed you softly and shook his head as he leaned down to wrap you in a hug.

“It’s ok, baby girl.” He whispered as he held you to his shoulder with his hand on the back of your head. “I’m not mad. It’s OK now. We’ll all be OK.” You nodded for a second before your stomach rolled, and you practically shoved him away to grab the vomit bag the nurse had given you to get sick in. “It’s OK.” He repeated as he gently rubbed your back and picked up the ultrasounds from your lap to look at them in complete disbelief. “We’re all gunna be alright.”

——

Jeff didn’t speak to you for three days after you got home, other than to check to see how you were feeling, and to remind you he loved you every night as you walked out of the living room to the master bedroom without him, which was unusual for him, since you usually went to bed together. On the fourth night, you got fed up with laying in his bed, waiting for the man that you had fallen head over heels in love with, the father of your children, and grabbed your pillow and the blanket to head down to the guest bedroom. You made it almost all the way to the door, when it opened toward you. Jeff stopped for a moment and looked at you with eyes full of concern, as you hiked the blankets and your pillow up a little more.

“No.” He said simply with a shake of his head, as if it were the answer to all of your problems.

“No, you no!” You snapped back as tears welled in your eyes. “I’m going…”

“I always wanted kids.” He sighed as he stepped in front of you and pulled the blanket out of your arms to put it back on the bed. “Hillarie couldn’t conceive. And the few times she did, we miscarried before the end of the first trimester.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you know that fear doesn’t go away?” He asked as he walked you around to your side of the bed. “Fear that you’re going to blink and everything is going to be ripped away from you, that doesn’t just go away.” He sighed as he pulled off his shoes and carefully laid you down on the bed so he could get in behind you. As if you were China doll about to break, he scooted up behind you as close as he could, and gently wrapped his arm under yours across your chest.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry I’ve pulled away from you. It is absolutely not your fault, or the fact that you are pregnant. I love you so fucking much and I need you with me every fucking day for the rest of my life. And now I need our kids just as much, but I’m fucking terrified. I can’t… I can’t…”

“I’m scared too.” You whispered as you pulled his arm even closer to you. “What if I fucked them up?”

“Then we will figure it out together, baby.” He sighed as he hugged you a little tighter. “I’m sorry I pulled away. I needed a minute and I never should have taken it silently without telling you what I was doing. That was not fair to you. I’ve just never been good at handling hard life shit.” You shook your head in agreement and sniffled as your tears fell on his arms and your pillow. “I’m sorry. Forgive me…” You nodded your head and rolled over to face him, and he held you to his chest as his own tears welled in his eyes.

“Just tell me it’s gunna be OK.” You sobbed as you held on to his shirt so he wouldn’t leave when you voiced your insecurities. “Tell me I didn’t kill our babies at stupid fucking Burning Man or that they aren’t going to end up blind, or with only one limb between them….”

“No, shhh…” He tried with a shake of his head as he realized that you were dealing with different versions of his same fears about the situation. “Our babies are going to be just fine. Unless they’re boys… then we’re both screwed.”

“No, I want boys!” You whined as he leaned back enough to kiss your forehead and wipe away your tears for you.

“Then we are going to have two, healthy boys, that have all ten fingers and all ten toes each, in their right places, on the right babies. And they’re gunna be smart, and handsome, and funny, and…”

“Perfect?” He nodded his head as he moved his hand to your stomach with as big of smile as his nervous self could handle.

“They will be perfect.”

——

“OK, you understand that I’m supposed to be peacefully resting at home, right? Not looking at new houses…”

“You’ve taken over my closet.” Jeff laughed as he held the elevator door open on the fourth floor of the millionth condo you had seen in the past six week. “And it’ll only be a matter of time before you start taking over the one in the guest bedroom. Besides my place is more of a bachelor pad still. It’s not really kid friendly…”

“I know what you’re doing.” You said as you stopped in front of 4B and turned around to look at him as you put your hand on your back and cocked your eyebrow at him. You pointed at the bump that officially stuck out past your boobs and shook your head. “We made it to the second trimester. You don’t need to distract yourself...”

“But we still need a bigger house.” He chuckled as he leaned towards you to knock at the door. “One that you can decorate for our family and not my assistant for my tastes.”

“Whatever.” You huffed as you turned toward Jeff’s real estate agent, Mark. “So? Let’s hear it.”

“Four beds, three and a half baths.” Mark started as he walked backwards into the living room. “Thirty five hundred square feet, and washer and dryer in the unit.”

“Big kitchen?” You asked as you curled your lip at the hideous purple painted book shelf in the study to your left off the living room. “Eww…”

“Big kitchen.” Mark agreed as Jeff followed you around, taking mental notes about the things he would need to change for you to make this the house you wanted to start your family in since he didn’t mind one bit where he lived as long as you were there with him.

“God, who designed this place?” You asked as you turned around and looked at weird, bell shaped light on the far side of the open concept room in what had to be the dining room. “Schools?”

“7, 2, and 8 out of 10.” He said as he looked at his notebook to get the answers to the questions he knew you were going to ask since he had been working with you for a few weeks. “The building was built in 1906 and was last coded in 2019. Been on the market five days and it’s already seen three people.” You shook your head as you peaked into the half bath and the walk in pantry across the way, before heading into the absolutely gorgeous white and grey kitchen, thats only blemish was the colored cushions on the bench in the breakfast nook in the corner, and more of the same strange gold bell lamp shades.

“This could be a play room.” Jeff said as he looked at the den that backed the kitchen.

“You have another closet back there. And the laundry room with a sink is over there.” You nodded your head and glanced down the hall that lead to the bedrooms, as Jeff came up behind you with a smirk.

“You are poker facing awful hard, baby girl.”

“Other than paint, and changing light fixtures, I love it, but I’m not telling him that.” Your love huffed and nodded his head as you walked over to look at the actual laundry room with a sink, cabinets, and counter space, and the large walk in closet.

“It also has 3-zone central AC, a humidification system, and radiant-heated floors in the bathrooms. And it has a part time doorman, a live-in super, more added storage, and a bike room. The walk score is 98, and transit is 100. Now I think is the cutest part of the house is this room right here. I know Mr. Morgan said you were having twins, and this is perfect already if they are girls, or it can be painted for boys…”

“Oh, wow.” You said as your facade slipped for only a moment when you saw the built in bookshelves on one wall, and the already built in bunk beds next to the long closet on the other. You glanced up at Jeff with a smirk you couldn’t control, and he kissed your forehead in silent confirmation.

“What are they asking?”

“$5,375,000.” Jeff whistled as you looked at the similar room across the hall, that had the same bookshelves on one wall but a small ensuite on the other wall.

“HOA?”

“It’s a little higher than the rest.” Mark said as he followed you and Jeff through the second to last bedroom, and the bath that it shared with the room with the bunk beds. “$5,018”

“Can you give us a minute?” Jeff asked as you stepped into the last room, the master bedroom.

“You may not have enough room in this closet either, baby.”

“Finally found one you like?” You finally let your smile show, and nodded your head as you turned on the wood floors that ran through all of the bedrooms toward him. He sighed and put his hands on your hips with a small smile that made your heart melt and your stomach flip. “Do you want it?”

“Do you?” He nodded his head and searched your eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath.

“I’m gunna say the same thing I said to Hillarie when I bought our first house. This house will be our house, until the day comes when you don’t want me here anymore, which hopefully is never. But if that day comes, this house will still be yours, and our kids, for the rest their lives… unless you cheat on me, or if you attempt to steal money from me, which yes, it is possible, because I watched my ex-wife try to do it. Not saying you would, but I still need to lay the rules out…”

“Wait… you’re giving me a house?”

“No.” He chuckled as he moved his hands to the small of your back to hug you. “I’m buying us a house, that I’m going to put your name on as well, so that we both know that you and our children will always be taken care of. Because you are the real love of my life… and I need to know that you are safe.” You couldn’t help yourself but to start crying, and his smile simply grew more as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Wanna walk through it one more time to make sure you really love it?”

“Yes…”

“Well go on then.” He chuckled before giving you a chaste kiss. “I’m going to talk price and see if I can get them to do a short sale so we can get in here and get that purple book shelf painted…”

“Eww and change those horrid light shades, please!”

“We can find some new light shades, sweetheart.”

“Hey baby!” You called out before he could walk out of the room. “Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

“Anything for you, baby girl.” You blew him a kiss and turned to look at the small white and bronze accented bathroom, that would have to have to be redone in some actual color, before heading back over to the bedroom with the bunk beds.

“This is gunna be your room one day, babies.” You whispered as you rubbed your bump and looked down at your babies as the reality that they would never have to live the life you did growing up caught up with you. You started to cry again as you looked up at a giant giraffe stuffed animal the owners kids owned, and choked on your tears with a laugh. “God, and I promise I will never buy you two something so tacky.”

——

“OK, this is just not fucking fair.” Dana said as she walked into your new, freshly painted, co-decorated, slightly remodeled home for your gender reveal. “This place could fit my house like ten times over!”

“She looked at about a million and one to find this one.” Jeff teased as he took the giant basket she was carrying from her.

“What’s in the basket?” You asked as you pushed the front door closed and took a step toward your boyfriend, only to have him turn away and Dana step in front of you.

“You can open it later.” She laughed as she turned you around and pushed you into your living room. “Now show me around. Be a good hostess before everyone else gets here.”

“Oh, Jesus I can’t even… You’re so needy!”

“Oh, I know! It’s so hard to be a good host.” She laughed back as she followed you to the kitchen, where you had dozens of finger foods and desserts in pink and blue.

“OK, wait. You have to place your vote.” You said as you pointed to the dry erase board you had borrowed from her office. “Two boys, two girls, or one of each. And then you have to wear the beads.”

“Oh, I like it!” She said as she lifted the two strands of blue beads from around your neck. “You want boys?”

“Oh, I need boys.” You said as you held out a few dry erase markers for her to choose. “Dana, we’re girls. Do you remember how much trouble we got in to?”

“Yea, but so do boys.” She pointed out as she drew a mark under the one boy, one girl column and picked up one of each necklace.

“Yes, but boys listen to their mothers.” You reminded her as you want over and grabbed a glass of blue raspberry lemonade and a blue straw from the table of the breakfast nook. “Come on, you have to see the boy’s room.”

“What if it’s one and one?”

“Then I guess I’m just going to have to recreate the room on the other side? I don’t know. I do know that I’ve grown to hate this purplish pinkish bleck shade they had in here…”

“Oh, that’s really cool. But I see about the color, this is awful.”

“So this one shares a bathroom with the one next door. And the one across the hall has an ensuite so it’s the guest room. And our room is next to that…”

“Oh, let me see the remodel you did with that. You changed the bathroom, right?”

“OK, so first, you have to see the final product so I can show you how we changed it because the way they set this up is just asinine.”

“What did they…”

“Who makes a master bathroom five feet wide and thinks that’s OK?” You asked as you stepped into the master suite and pushed open the bathroom door. “So this wall stopped here and we pushed it out into one of the two closets the undecided room had and doubled the size. And then I added the tub because I needed it.”

“I like this color.” She said as she touched the dark teal accent wall behind the mirror.

“I used the same one on the bookshelf in the study because I liked it so much.” You said with a nod. “We also pushed this wall into the walk in because Jeff still has his closet space out here and I didn’t need that much space, so that few feet gave us just the amount of room we needed.” Dana nodded and turned toward you with a smile.

“Are you happy, (Y/N)? Like not because of the physical possessions… does he make you happy?” You smiled and nodded your head as you put your hand on your 20 week along bump.

“Dana, I’m pretty sure I would die without him in my life. I have never loved someone the way I love Jeff.” Her smile grew as she stepped forward and put her hands on either side of your stomach.

“Then I know I made the right choice in calling you back that day.” You nodded your head as Jeff called your name from outside the door, and you looked over at him with a smile.

“My mom just got here. Are you done touring?”

“Where did your beads go, mister?” You asked as you turned toward him and followed him out of your room.

“Mom votes with me that they are both girls so I gave them to her.” He laughed as he reached out for your hand just long enough to pull you to the side to put his hand on the small of your back.

“And you know I’m going to keep giving you shit until you put them back on, Daddy.” You cooed as you grabbed two pink bead necklaces and held them out to him. “Or you can sleep on the couch, far far away from Mommy and the boys.”

“See, I like her already.”

“Thanks Mom.” Jeff laughed as he put his necklaces on and turned you around to the food covered island. “Sweetheart, this is my mom, Sandy. Mom, the love of my life, mother of daughters…”

“Sons.” You laughed as you stepped forward to the grandmother of your children. “(Y/N). It’s so nice to finally meet you, Sandy.”

“Oh, please. It’s Mom.” She said sweetly as she gestured to your bump. “May I?”

“Absolutely!” You laughed as you reached out for her hands and pulled her a step closer. “You’ve got the soccer player down here, and the long jumper that uses my ribs as a jumping board up here. I say they have to be boys because like two nights ago, they got into what felt like a slap fight against my bladder and I feel like only boys would be that rude to their mother in the middle of the night.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” She laughed as she rubbed your bump through the knee length blue and pink splattered, off the shoulder dress that was tight against your body and had a long, loose ruffle around the top. “If they are boys, I hope for your sake they are nothing like their father because he was a wild child.”

“Oh, really!” You squealed as you refilled your cup and picked up a pink chocolate covered strawberry, while Jeff whined ‘Mom’ on his way to go get the door. “Please, I am begging you to tell me more.”

“Oh, honey I will never run out of stories about my Jeffrey. Like this one time…”

“Mom!” Jeff said as he walked back into the kitchen behind Chelsea and Kate, and couple of Jeff’s friends that you had only meet a few times before. “Don’t start!”

“Oh, I’ll start alright.” She laughed with a shake of her head. “I have to pre-warn her what she’s getting into with Morgan boys.” You laughed with her as Jeff simply shook his head and went to get the door again, and Dana quickly jumped on the train to get more stories about the father of your child with you. Since you had no representation of family, you shared your own embarrassing childhood stories as your friends and his came together to celebrate the lives you created. You played cheesy games, and ate probably way to many sweets, until Jeff’s assistant, Rebecca got there a little late with two large black balloons for Baby A and Baby B.

“OK, let’s see what the final vote is before we pop these suckers.” Jeff called out over the slight hum of voices in the living room and kitchen as he pointed to the two balloons Rebecca was putting in the arch way between the living and dining room. One of the men that worked in Jeff’s New York office, Jason, grabbed the white board for you and carried it out to the dinner table, where the presents that people had brought to make the last couple months of your pregnancy a little more enjoyable were.

“So we have eight for boy boy.” You said as you looked at all the tallies on the board. “Which is the right team, by the way…”

“Thirteen for girl girl, the winning team.” Jeff interrupted with a playful glare.

“You are are just mistaken.” You giggled. “And fourteen for both. So Baby B is the one up by my ribs, and Baby A is right now down by my left hip. So we’ll obviously start with A. Thanks, Bex.” You said as you took the balloon and a sewing needle from her. “You wanna?”

“No, pop away, my love.” Jeff said as he moved the balloon between you so that you could both be in the photos Kenzie had been taking for you all afternoon. You and your party guests counted down from three, and hesitated for only a second before hitting the black latex with the sharp tip. You cheered excitedly as blue confetti rained down on your head and floated down on your hardwood floors.

“Ok, so this one better be a girl.” Jeff mockingly complained as he took the string from you and traded it for the next balloon.

“If it is a girl, she’s a badass with the way she’s beating up on her brother.” You laughed as you handed him the pin. “But it’s gunna be another boy.”

“Wrong.” He laughed before starting the next count down. You actually held your breath, hoping in that moment that it was a girl for his sake, and you shrieked happily when the destroyed latex released its pink confetti over the blue.

“We got one of both.” You said with a smile as Jeff cupped your jaw with his hands.

“A Daddy’s girl and a Mama’s boy.” He said with a nod. “We’re both screwed.”

“Yea we are.” You laughed as you stood up on your tip toes and kissed him softly. “A boy and a girl… sorry baby, we gotta do even more painting.”

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

“Oh, God, is this really necessary?” You whined as you stepped in to a white and black polka dot sleeveless, halter gown to go to a charity event for one of the foundations Jeff was a part of.

“I’m sorry, but it is.” Jeff said with a nod as he pulled your dress up to your hips where you could reach it without bending over around your substantial 32 week along bump. “It’s a once a year dinner that I have to go to, and you said you wanted to go…”

“Yea, I know.” You sighed as you turned around so he could zip you up. “But I was obviously delirious, running on more sleep, and probably half the size I am now.”

“And you still look just as beautiful to me, baby.” He said sweetly to keep you calm like he usually did as he turned you around toward him with a smile. “I love you… and I know Jett and Jace are both thankful you are carrying them…”

“Yea, I know you think that.” You huffed as a small smile pulled at your cheeks. “But I think these two are ungrateful, hate monsters that can’t keep their arms and legs inside the moving vehicle.” Jeff laughed whole heartedly as he knelt down and slipped your wedge sandals on your feet for you.

“You’re almost there, baby girl. 36 weeks was your goal…”

“Just make it go faster.” You sighed as you put your cell phone on silent and handed it to him to carry so you didn’t have to bring a purse. He put it in his inside jacket pocket with your tissues (because everything made you cry now a days), your lip gloss, and a bag of goldfish in case you got hungry before dinner was served.

“Make it through dinner, and we’re one more day closer.” He said in a sing song voice as he turned you toward the door and gave you a gentle push in that direction. You grumbled at him under your breath as you adjusted your belly band under your dress, and headed down stairs. “It’ll be over before you know it, sweetheart.” He placated over your continued grumbling when your car pulled up in front the Ritz in Manhattan. With one last grumble, you lost the pout and forced a smile on your face as he and his driver, Jonathan, helped you out of the car.

“Oh, you look so big!” “When are you due?!” “Twin’s, that sounds like a lot of work!” “Oh, you have to use cloth diapers, they are so much better for the babies.” “A tiny thing like you is going to have a lot of fun pushing those babies out.”

“OK!” Jeff said quickly before you knocked the woman that was reaching out for your bump on her ass. “Let’s go find our seats and get you off your feet.”

“Why do people think it’s acceptable to touch me?”

“Because people are weird.” He laughed as he guided you around a chair that had been left pulled out.

“Jeffrey Dean!” You stopped walking as a woman stood up on the far side of the table in front of you, and Jeff’s hand gripped the back of your dress when she started walking toward you.

“Hillarie.”

“The Hillarie?” You asked with a glance back up at him. He nodded his head and rubbed your back as he cleared his throat.

“What can I do for you, Hillarie?”

“Oh, nothing, I just… oh! You’re… pregnant.” You nodded your head and put your hand on your bump as she smirked between you and her ex. “You finally caved and went with a sperm donor…”

“Good night, Hillarie…” Jeff tried as he gave you a gentle push to the right, but his ex side stepped and blocked your path.

“No, I’m sorry. That’s rude of me.” She giggled with the fakest smile you had ever seen. “You seem like a nice young thing. I bet you found a man to knock you up and went after Jeff for the money, didn’t you?”

“Excuse me?!”

“That’s enough, Hillarie!”

“I mean you are huge and, let’s face it, we both know Jeff’s sperm are way to old to be a viable option…”

“I’m sorry.” You interrupted as your whole body started to shake. “I think I missed the memo saying that your opinion about my children and their father mattered to anyone but yourself.” She cocked her eyebrow at you as you reached back for Jeff’s hand with a very forced smile. “And I’m even more sorry that you decided to cheat on him and pass up on mind blowing sex. Not that it’s any of your business, but I can promise you that he is responsible for my huge stomach. He’s responsible for making me happy, and he’s responsible for making me forget my own name every night.” Hillarie looked shocked at your retort as you stepped back the other way and up to her side with a smile. “Oh, and thank you for talking to him. Now I know I’ll go to bed wore out as we both attempt to forget you are still in Manhattan and so he can welcomingly remind me the seasoned man he is and exactly who fathered my babies.” You took a step back and smiled at her once more as the exhausted vindictiveness washed over you.

“And I’m sorry that you weren’t capable of getting pregnant. But obviously… that’s not Jeff’s fault.”

“OK, let’s go find our seats, baby girl.” Jeff said quickly as he stepped between you and his ex with an uncontrollable satisfied smirk on his face. “Good night, Hillarie.” You heard her growl behind you as you were led away, and you glanced up at Jeff for a moment. “You did fine.” He chuckled before you could even ask.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my place… really, they’re starting with salad.”

“Just start with the salad so you don’t rip anyone else’s head off.” He laughed as he pulled your chair out at the first table in the middle row of the room.

“And for that, I’m eating yours too.” You huffed with a smile as you put your napkin on your lap, and turned your attention to the rest of the people at the table, who were thankfully people that you knew from Jeff’s New York office that had attended your gender reveal, or would be attending your baby shower the next day. “Growing babies is tough work. Can’t be done on just greens.”

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deans-baby-momma · 3 years

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Wounded Hearts 18

Spring 2004 Dean’s POV

After meeting up with Dad, who was still with the Sheriff, we head toward the car as I tell him about the suggestion Melonie gave me.

“I could use one of those,” Dad says with a smile as we head in the direction of the drive-in. Pulling in I can’t help but smile as I see the very girl who recommended this place, her blue and white uniform crisp and clean in the sunlight.

Melonie walks up to the driver’s side window as Dad rolls it down and begins her spiel. “Welcome to the Pinnacle- oh hey. I see you found it.” she says as she notices me in the passenger seat.

“Yea. We are interested in those melt-in-your-mouth burgers.”

“Okay sure,” she says as she takes her pad out and jots it down. “Want something to drink also? We got any type of soda you can think of or tea or water.”

“Give us two Cokes darlin’,” Dad tells her. Melonie nods as she writes down the order and then walks away.

“So, that’s who told you about this place?” Dad asks, a big grin on his face as he looks at me. “I think maybe it’s not only the food you’re interested in here.”

I roll my eyes as he wiggles his eyebrows and chuckles. “Listen, I am pretty sure I know what is going on here. I can take care of it if you want to….ya know, sample to local cuisine.”

“It is so weird hearing you talk like that,” I say with my own chuckle. “But no, She just got to work so it’ll be hours before she’d have any free time. And besides, who says she is even interested?”

Melonie delivers our food and we thank her. I watch as she turns and walks to the next car to take their orders. She gives off the impression of someone happy and well put together and, well…..those are not the kind of girls that usually go for guys like me. She also seems like the kind of person I could find myself falling for and that’s just not possible.

We’d be gone in a few days and anyways, my heart is unavailable.

I take a bite of the burger and moan around the mouthful of food. The flavors all sync so smoothly that it just melts in your mouth. Melonie didn’t lie about that. I chuckle when Dad has the same reaction after his first bite.

Melonie comes back to the Impala a few times to check if we need anything and when Dad asks for the check I can see the disappointment on her face but she quickly masks it with her usually jovial self.

“Okay," Dad says after paying for the meal. “It’s almost 3 now. If we get back to the motel and go over the information from Sheriff Aliff, we should be able to take these bastards out and you can get back here before her shift’s over. You said she apparently walked to work? So, offer to walk her home?”

When she returns with our change and receipt, Dad questions her about what time her shift ends and does the ‘dirty work’ for me.

“My partner here will be back at 9 to make sure you get home safe and sound.”

Melonie smiles at me and nods then turns to get back to work as Dad pulls the Impala back out onto the road. Dad tells me he's pretty much got the case figured out. He explains the monster is a bakakku. They are cave-dwellers who feed off the brains of other beings. Dad is fairly certain that there is only one bakakku holed up in a closed down mine near Pineville.

"But if there are multiple bakakku, you don't need to be going in alone," I counter. "Do you even know how to kill it?"

"No. So until your lady friend's shift is over, you and I are going to research and try to find more information," he tells me. "Then while you are making sure she gets home safely, I'll take care of the bakakku and be back at the motel when you return. Be it late tonight, in the morning, mid-day, whenever."

Dad chuckles at his own quip while I roll my eyes.

To hear my dad talk and encourage me to hook up with some rando girl in some rando town for the night is just weird.

"Listen son," he begins as he senses my awkwardness. "Ain't nothing wrong with getting your jollies where you can. Believe me, I know. You may not want to hear this but this job….it's lonely and bleak. Yea we save people but hardly ever get a thank you. So you get your reward other ways.

"I have been known to seek out those 'rewards' and you know, it's nice. You don't have to worry about anyone catching feelings because if they do-" he shrugs as he continues. "-you're already gone."

"You've…..you have slept with other women?" I am astonished at what my father just admitted. "You cheated on Mom?"

"No Dean!" he demands. "I loved your mom with everything in me but she is gone son. I hate to say it as much as you hate to hear it but I am a man and sometimes I just need to get my dick wet, okay? It's not cheating. My wife is dead."

By the time it's close to the end of Melonie's shift, we have concluded how to take out the bakakku and readied the weapon needed. Dad drops me off at the drive-in and proceeds to the mines.

Leaning against the building, I watch as Melonie finishes up with the last two customers before she walks over.

"I just have to close out my till and make the drop in the safe then I'll be ready."

"Take your time," I tell her with a smile. She returns it and then tiptoes to kiss me.

When her lips touch mine, all reserves are gone. Tonight, I will do as Dad suggested and enjoy the rewarding benefits of the job of hunting things and saving people. And watching Melonie walk away, I absolutely cannot wait!

Rebecca’s POV Winter 2003

“He was the epitome of bad boys,” I chuckle as I settle down on the sofa later that night with Sam. He had asked me to tell him more about Whitney’s dad and we waited until the little girl was in bed for the night before getting into it. “Cocky, confident and egotistical. He was handsome as the devil and he knew it. He sauntered around the school like he owned it. He-” I pause to take a drink of my soda. “-actually announced to the school that he was a hero; whatever the hell that meant.”

“A hero? What had he done to think that?” Sam asks, with a chuckle.

“You got me. But, this was also right after he got caught in the janitor’s closet with Krissy Stephens…...by Amanda Heckerling, who just happened to be his girlfriend at the time,” I tell Sam.

“Whoa. He was a playa, huh? How the hell did you get tangled up with him? I mean, you seem so practical and sophisticated.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I so wasn’t back then. No, I was the nerd; the girl who kept her nose in her books and didn’t socialize with anyone. I was shy and bashful. All I wanted was to get through those four years of hell and go off to college. Well we see how that worked out, eh?”

“You wanted to go to college? For what?” Sam inquired, seemingly interested.

“Psychology. I wanted to be a psychologist. But things changed. Dean happened.”

“So what, did he break up with Amanda and chase after you?”

“Um, no. After catching him in that closet with Krissy, Amanda dumped him in front of everyone; the whole school. Then a couple days later, he literally runs into me,” I stop as I remember the day vividly. “Practically bowled me over. He apologized and then invited me to have pizza with him, even going so far as making sure his little brother was there. They were staying at the Pines Motel and we sat and ate pizza and watched All Saints Day.”

“So wait,” Sam interrupts. “These two boys-kids- were staying in a motel. Where were their parents?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug as I answer. “I never asked. At least I don’t remember if I did. Either way, it was just Dean and Sam in the motel room. After the movie was over, Sam was begging to go to the arcade and I gave him money for some games. I didn’t realize until after he left that Dean and I were alone. And well you know what happened. She-” I point toward Whitney’s room. “-is proof of that.”

“So what happened next?”

“The next day, I saw him in 1st period but after that he vanished. I never saw him again. I found out from the motel manager that they had packed up and taken off in a black muscle car.”

“Oh wow!” Sam says, stunned. “So he just humped and dumped you? I’m sorry that was inconsiderate.”

“No, you’re right. That’s exactly what happened,” I say with a chuckle. “I hated him too. After I found out I was pregnant, I wished death upon him. But then she was born and she looks so much like him, that it softened my hatred and I realized that I still have feelings for him.”

“Wow, Becky. Just…...wow!”

“I know. So here I am 8 years later, still kind of hung up on the boy that ran away.”

“I’m sorry Becky,” Sam says, dolefully. “If it makes you feel any better, Dean is a giant douche and doesn’t know what he’s missing. He has a beautiful daughter and her Mom isn’t that bad either.” Sam smiles at me.

“Isn’t that bad? Are you saying I’m not drop dead gorgeous Sam? My heart is broken,” I jest, chuckling.

“God no. Becky, I think you are beautiful, gorgeous, hot! But I didn’t want to seem like I was trying to come on to you. Like after spending the day with you I suddenly wanted to have a relationship,” he begins justifying until he realizes I’m joking. “Shut up!” he says with a laugh as he reaches out and pushes my shoulder.

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stilwaterskeeter · 5 years

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If Lin Survived...

Because Lin is my very favorite character from the games and I think it’s incredibly ridiculous how she died, I’ve decided to spend my free time working Lin into the other games in the Saints Row series...because that’s what being productive is like for me

It’ll be split into 4 parts, one for each game (duh), with the first game being the smallest since she’s already in that one and there’s very little else to be altered for this and the third will likely be the largest. Because the first game is the shortest, I’m putting the readmore between that one and the 2nd game

Saints Row:

Obviously Lin survives, this entire posts hinges on her survival in “Liberation”

The Playa pulls her out of the water with them and calls an ambulance once on shore.

The Playa probably also tried to give Lin CPR themself until the ambulance arrives, they then continue on with the mission “No Time to Mourn” where they hunt down and kill William Sharp for revenge

They’re unsure if Lin survives until a few days later when Julius tells them he finally heard word that she’s alive in the hospital still treating other injuries they found and currently in an induced coma they put her in that ultimately only lasts for a few days, a week at the most

There’s an additional mission between the events of “Liberation” & “No Time to Mourn” and the final Westside Rollerz mission, “Semi-Charmed Life”

It’s a similar mission as “Visiting Hours” in Saints Row 2 where you escort an injured Johnny out of the hospital while being attacked by Ronin

Julius has a few Saints stationed at the hospital to make sure no Rollerz show up to finish the job and kill Lin themselves for the deceased Sharp and angry Price

Lin wakes up when The Playa’s shift is active, and decides herself that she’s spent enough time hospitalized and takes The Playa with her so they can leave

It’s a “stealth” mission (term used incredibly loosely) where you’re taking out and avoiding security/cops and then driving to the church to see Julius

Queue Lin being incredibly angry that she didn’t get to personally take William Sharp out but also surprised and thoroughly impressed with The Playa for doing it, especially so soon after they were dumped into the waterways

This also means she gets to pop her head into other mission arcs and crap, mostly just to give Dex or Johnny a hard time but she’s there and gets a little more depth to her character as a result

Instead of the scene of Donnie looking at a picture of Lin during “Battlefield Promotion,” it’s a scene of Lin showing up at his garage and surprising him because you can tear their relationship (platonic or romantic) out of my cold dead hands

Saints Row 2:

The Boss asks Johnny about her when Johnny’s talking about where everyone is but he admits that he’s not entirely sure because she didn’t really keep up with him while he was in prison, not on her end at least

With an added “I mean it’s not like she never showed up but I think it was mostly just to make sure I wasn’t dead yet. She’s tough but I don’t think she could handle anymore of us going out after what happened with you and that damn boat and then everyone else scattering to the wind and backstabbing us.”

Johnny also mentions that last he heard of what she was actually up to, was that she was still hanging around with Donnie and street racing, but otherwise he’s as much in the dark as The Boss is at the moment

Lin ends up seeking out The Boss herself, rather than waiting around for them to find her

She shows up during the cutscene after “Down Payment” when Johnny is complaining that they need to start recruiting again

Johnny makes a wisecrack at her timing of course “Oh, look who decided to finally show up, you’re just in time to clean up since you missed all the festivities”

And of course she shoots back, “Shut the fuck up, Gat. I got here as fast as I could, it’s not like you two assholes sent me an invite. I had to stop by Aisha’s and ask where you were.”

She’s wearing a unique version of one of those leather vests members of The Brotherhood wear that’s all red and has her name patched on, she probably also has a unique patch on the back since she’s not actually a Brotherhood member, she wouldn’t have any of their affiliation patches aside from the colors of the vest

Johnny immediately calls her out for flying their flags, he uses it as a moment to give The Boss a rundown of who the Brotherhood is, “They’re these tatted up, leather wearing freaks that drive around in big loud trucks. If you ask me, I think they’re compensating for somethin’”

Lin just rolls her eyes “I’m not in The Brotherhood, Johnny. Donnie is.”

“Oh, so that makes it better? You’re not affiliated with those assholes, just your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend! And what was I supposed to do? You’re dumbass got yourself put on deathrow when you botched the plan to take out Troy,” Lin points to The Boss, “And you’re dumbass got fucking laid out in a fucking boat explosion! I couldn’t exactly run the Saints on my own when half our crew got busted and the other half dropped their flags as soon as everyone else ditched us.”

She then offers to help them with The Brotherhood, which starts another argument with Johnny and ends with Lin revealing that aside from Donnie, none of the other Brotherhood members should know that she was a former lieutenant in the Saints

Which Johnny also has something to say about how Donnie struggles to keep his mouth shut, and Lin responds with that he’s gotten better with that and that he’s got more incentive to keep her secret since he’s too worried about her getting hurt or killed for something like that after what happened with the Rollerz

Lin works with Carlos a lot since she’s a source of inside information for the Brotherhood

They end up having an older sister-younger brother relationship because she offers to show him the ropes while The Boss is busy with all the miscellaneous other missions and activities

She also gets upset at The Boss for threatening Donnie and almost getting him killed by Maero, and later again for roughing him up trying to find Carlos

When she’s chewing them out for when they fought Donnie to find Carlos, The Boss mentions what happened and why

It’s a really somber scene

“He could have died, Boss! He’s already on thin ice for the stunt you pulled with the cars, he’ll be lucky if The Brotherhood doesn’t kill him themselves now! I told you to keep him out of it this time!”

“Carlos is dead, Lin. Jessica chained him up to the back of some truck and drove around the fucking docks, dragging him behind it.”

“He’s what?”

“I had to fucking put a bullet in his head, Lin. He’s fucking dead! I really couldn’t give a single fuck if Donnie’s okay because he’s part of the reason one of our own people are dead now.”

Later there’s a cutscene where she’s hanging out with Donnie at her place and she brings up the Saints and admits to him that she’s working with them again and tells him about Carlos

Donnie apologizes about what happened with Carlos

Maero ends up busting in with some other members, revealing that they know Lin is a Saint and believing that Donnie has also actively been working with them and that the crap about being threatened and roughed up was just a cover.

Lin groans because “Not this fucking shit again” and pulls Donnie with her into cover behind the counter and pulls out a gun she had stashed in one of the kitchen drawers

She gives Donnie a kitchen knife and pulls out her phone between shooting at The Brotherhood members to call The Boss

She gives Donnie her phone as she covers him so they can run out the back door and get in her car and drive off, so Donnie has to relay her messages to The Boss, Pierce, and Shaundi back at the hideout

Ultimately they make it to Donnie’s garage and The Boss and Pierce meet them there with Shaundi staying back at the hideout “in case brotherhood try raiding there while they’re gone”

When they show up to the garage, they find out that Lin got shot in the side and you have to protect Lin from a few waves of Brotherhood with Pierce while Donnie tries to patch Lin up

Afterwards, Lin and Donnie spend their time hanging out at the hideout now

Because Donnie’s sticking it out at the hideout currently, much to Johnny and The Boss’ dismay at first, to keep him safe from the Brotherhood, there’s a few comedic moments when The Boss and the others are trying to plan their next moves and look to Donnie hoping he might have some helpful information by some miracle

Spoiler he never does, he just gets Real Frightened because he’s so use to them just beating information out of him

Lin ends up being The Boss’ ride off of the weapons shipment in “The Enemy of My Enemy”

Queue a comedic conversation about how The Boss is shocked she can not only drive cars damn good but can apparently drive boats too

Lin remarks with how she can’t be “the best racer to ever come out of Chinatown” if she’s only good at racing cars, implying she’s also skilled flying as well as watercrafts simply because she wanted to be the best racer across all fronts

During the end of the epilogue mission arc, after the fight with Dane Vogel, she’s on the bridge with Johnny fighting off the cops on the bridge

Saints Row the Third:

Lin isn’t part of the crew staging the bank robbery at the beginning of the game, in fact, for the most part, she stays behind on a lot of stunts like that and is kind of like the 2nd in command after Johnny with the Saints

Because while Johnny is always busy being the face of the Saints now and going out to wreak havoc and rob banks and shit with The Boss, someone has to stay behind and run things at Stilwater

Lin is the one running things in Stilwater because she’s not interested in all the fame and publicity the Saints are otherwise working with now, and prefers to stick to their roots and do a lot of the nitty gritty work that the others don’t have the time for anymore while they’re busy filming or doing various other things to keep up their image

She shows up with Pierce at the end of “We’re Going to Need Guns”

She’s actually the one driving the helicopter and Pierce is hanging out the side with an annihilator rpg

After The Luchadores raid Johnny’s funeral, she offers to try and join one of the crews as a means to get inside information because “It’s what I always do, I go undercover, I help you ruin their sorry lives, they find out, I get hurt, and then I get to sit back and relax while you deal with the rest of their crap.”

The Boss elaborates that he doesn’t think her plan would work any because 1. These aren’t street gangs like the Rollerz or the Brotherhood, she wouldn’t blend in as well and 2. She’s a Saint, there’s no way she’d be able to go under the radar let alone work as a double agent for them

Lin probably has a comment like “God, we really did ruin our reputation if we’re fighting corporate assholes like Dane on the regular now.”

You can also pry wlw Lin from my cold dead hands so:

She absolutely makes passes at Kinzie and later on Viola in their idle banter when you have them both as homies

Kinzie responds back with a comment that implies she would be interested but also referencing one of her,,,very many kinks like she does

Lin is taken aback by her forwardness but takes it as a challenge

And Lin never turns down a challenge

Viola is a lot less into Lin’s flirting, wanting to keep their relationship strictly professional and generally not approving of Lin’s headstrong and sarcastic personality and her general distaste for all the popularity and “corporate bullshit” the Saints are involved in now

Lin then does of course let up on the flirting since Viola’s made it clear she wasn’t interested

Viola then has a comment about how Lin stopped

It’s a very tsundere type banter of Lin being cocky and Viola adamantly denying caring about it at all, just that she didn’t expect Lin to give up so easily

There’s also a banter with both Shaundi and Lin as homies that reveals that they had a brief stint where they were sort-of-dating and that Lin had also appeared on Shaundi’s show at one point

They make a few comments that leave why they stopped seeing each other pretty vague and open-ended

Shaundi says something about how it was fun and she enjoyed it a lot and she doesn’t really understand why they ever stopped

Lin follows up with some vague reply about how Shaundi was just too busy with the show and all the fame stuff and she was too busy running the gang in Stilwater so they just stopped eventually

She responds pretty hostile to The Boss letting Matt go at first because she doesn’t trust him not to come back for their skins

She does relent pretty quickly though when someone mentions that Matt’s only 16

During Threeway, she attempts to go do whatever The Boss doesn’t choose

So if The Boss goes to save Shaundi, Viola, and Burt; Lin takes Angel and attempts to stop Killbane from escaping, ultimately failing to do so though

And if The Boss goes to kill Killbane, Lin tries to go save Shaundi, Viola, and Burt, but doesn’t make it in time

She’s really fucking pissed at The Boss in this ending

During the cutscene introducing the Daedalus when the Saints are throwing a party, she’s just in the background with a drink in her hand, she refuses to toast with the others

Saints Row IV:

Personally, I think this would work best if she replaced Gat’s recruitment in the story, but I’m gonna write that part sorta vaguely so it works with or without Gat

Just like in SRTT, Lin for the most part is uninvolved with the Big Plans that the boss is getting up to, instead still hanging around Stilwater and running the gang operations there while The Boss and the rest of the crew works at everything else

She is however for the most part, having worked past her grudge against the Saints moving up in the world and has settled that it’s possible to have the best of both worlds in this case with The Boss doing all the Big publicity and movie shit and herself handling all the gang’s Actual gang business

During Zinyak’s invasion, she calls The Boss to ask him what the fuck is going on and stuff

The call cuts out when she��s mid-sentence and later on it’s assumed she died when Zinyak blew up Earth

Eventually, Kinzie finds her pod on the Zin’s ship along with Donnie’s

This prompts The Boss to go and save both of them from their respective nightmares

Lin’s nightmare is all about William Sharp kidnapping her and torturing her and ultimately attempting to kill her in the waterways

Donnie’s is reliving the SR2 Brotherhood mission when Maero attacked him and Lin and Lin got shot during the firefight and they weren’t sure if The Boss was gonna make it in time and she might die

Lin’s loyalty mission is driving around and fighting off enemies while she steals car parts to build herself a racing car in the simulation for the fun of it and for old time’s sake

I have a few ideas for a super outfit but I figured since a lot of the super outfits reference other characters and games and stuff, I’d make her’s a reference to a character known for racing?

I figured Speed Racer would be a pretty neat reference to use? Idk I almost suggested Penelope Pitstop so I think this is a much better option

The blue of the shirt and the yellow gloves are replaced with purple versions of them and the red neckerchief and socks are replaced with yellow. And fuck helmet safety because that part of the outfit is just omitted here

#saints row #saints row lin #sr lin #saints row 2 #donnie saints row #sr donnie #carlos mendoza #johnny gat #saints row 4 #saints row iv #saints row the third #stop talkin playa #rewriting saints row

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eyoricka · 5 years

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dreamy vacation

Summary: This is prompt 4 “When we laugh into the microphone and sing with our sunglasses on, to our favorite song” (Nothings gonna hurt you baby by Cigarettes After Sex)

Words: 2400

Warnings: none

You finally managed to get vacation for more than a week and at the same time as your boyfriend. You had been dating for years now and that was the first time that it happened. You were so happy that it was hard for you to contain your joy even during inconvenient moment such as professional meetings. Theseus was really better at hiding his excitement but as soon as he got home he would checked at the luggage, read books about what you could do, counted down to you the days before your departure. When the D day came Theseus woke you up with a huge grin like a little kid and you reflected his expression. You insisted to take a breakfast, Theseus argued that it was a loss of time and you shook gently your head in a no, insisting that it was important and you had plenty of time now. Plus your portkey was ready at eleven and not before. He accepted the plate of eggs and hash browns and ate quickly which made you chuckled. After a last check at everything you left your house with a smile plastered on your face. you couldn’t help but walk quickly to the portkey even if your baggage were heavy.

As you arrived at the hotel you admired your surroundings. The sun was warmer than in London however it wasn’t too hot either. A perfect weather for a perfect place for perfect vacations. You checked the time and decided to grab a lunch. The groom advised you to go to a local restaurant to enjoy a real Casado. You noted the address and tried to not get lost around San Jose. After the delicious meal Theseus asked you what you wanted to visit first and you thought. You were hesitating between the visit of the Mercado Central to taste a real coffee, the Museo nacional de Costa Rica or the national theater to see a play. After some moment of indecision you decided to visit the Mercado Central and go to the museum the following day and watch a play on the evening. Theseus agreed with your plan and the two days in the capital were really interesting and instructive.

After those two days Theseus apparated you both to a small cottage in the village next to the natural park of Manuel Antonio. It was said that it was the smallest but best park to explore the locale fauna. Theseus was really fond of magical creatures however he was still astonished by the diversity of normal animals. And you, since your childhood, loved animals so much, you were a huge fan of Newt’s work and had worked under his supervision when you were younger, that is how you had met Theseus. Since when you arrived you were a bit tired you decided to take a day of at the Playa Espadilla Sur. From where you were laying on the sand you notice the savage path that led to the tropical forest. You had taken a book with you and you were focused on the action when you felt warm hand on you back massaging you. you let out a hum of satisfaction and heard Theseus chuckled. “I bet you forgot to put some sunscreen on” your giggle was the only answer he needed since he continued to massage you. he took your book away and you frowned however it was soon replaced by a smile when he kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your shoulders and finally your lips. As he deepened the kiss you noticed that he had let your book and you discreetly grabbed it with one hand while the other was playing with his curls. You then broke the embrace and managed to find your page. Theseus stared at you with a playful smile “Is a book more interesting than your marvelous boyfriend?” You laughed before replied “I was about to discover if Leon would become the second lover of Emma, that a crucial moment! And by the way I would say that you are marvelous. Average in the best case.” Theseus fake-pouted but he stopped as soon as you brushed some curls away from his forehead, he couldn’t resist when you were doing that.

You woke up really early to avoid the other tourists and truly enjoyed the calm nature in the park. You groaned a bit complaining that it was too much to have to wake at that time during holydays. Theseus told you to say a bit more in bed and he would cook the breakfast. A part of you wanted to stand up and avoid the upcoming catastrophe of Theseus trying to cook something else than pasta and rice. Since the last evening he was determined to master the cooking of grilled plantain bananas and you anticipated the result. However you were too tired to prevent that mess and you let him try the recipe as you fall back to sleep. The second time you woke up an agreeable smell was shrouding the house and you walked to the kitchen to find a plate full of plantain bananas, patacones (fried plantain bananas) and a warm cup of coffee. You looked at him weirdly and he sent you a proud smile saying “you see I know how to cook, stop underestimated me”. you sat and he pushed the plate before you. you carefully took a bit of the bananas and it actually tasted very good. “did you really cook that alone?” “Duh, who do you think I am?” “The guy who almost put the house on fire while trying to do a sunny side up eggs.” He rolled his eyes but didn’t add a word. As you helped him to clean the kitchen you opened the fridge and found a box full of patacones and grilled bananas with a note in Spanish. It was signed by the chef of the restaurant you went the previous day and explained how to reheat the food. You busted into a roar of laughter when you saw Theseus guilty face as he noticed you read the paper. “Nice try, next time hide the evidence, would be useful to not get caught, didn’t you learn that in your auror training?” he kissed you to shut you up and when he broke the embrace he said “high time to leave to visit the park, get ready!” You quickly did as he asked you and you walked excitedly to the forest. Everything was beautiful, so pure like primal state of the nature, like nothing had changed since the creation of the earth. You were in an awe, you heard Theseus joked “it seems that this place is full of you” as he showed you some sloths. You stuck your tongue out and prepared to reply something but then you noticed some armadillo. You were lost in your contemplation. After a while like that, the auror grabbed your hand and you continued to walk. There were colorful parrots, howler monkeys, iguanas, pelicans… it was like the Garden of Eden. A living dream.

After few reposing days you decided to go to the Turrialba volcano considering that all the locals told you that the view was absolutely magnificent. You spent few hours at the national park next to the volcano. You were wearing warm clothes to prevent you from the coldness at the peak of the volcano. The walk to the peak of it was supposed to last four hours, you had decided to leave at ten am, do a break for a nice pick nick and then walk two hours again to be on the top around two pm. The first two hours went well and the lunch was rather good. You enjoyed the fresh air and walking hands in hands with Theseus, it was a perfect moment. However after the lunch as you were happily walking, you tripped on the floor and let out a scream of pain. Your boyfriend rushed to you and asked you if you were okay. You nodded but winced when you stood up, you realized that you would certainly have a bruise. Theseus didn’t seem to be fully convinced by your words when you said you were okay. As you continued to walk he regularly stopped to check if you were really okay. It was a bit annoying but you found it cute, he really cared about you and that made your heart melted. Ten minutes before arriving to the top you had an idea. You looked at your boyfriend with puppy eyes and asked with a voice you knew he couldn’t resist to “I am a bit tired of walking, can I have a piggy back?” he remained silent pretending that he was thinking but judging the look on his face you were sure that he already had made his decision. He nodded and let you install yourself conformably. He carried you to the top and he giggled a bit when he felt your fingers played with the back of his hair, or the kisses you left on his neck. As you arrived at the top he let you down and you enjoyed the view, it was truly wonderful, you never imagined that a country could have such beautiful landscape, it was so different from England, more preserved, no one touched it for the moment, you wished it would stay like that forever. You couldn’t help but exclaimed “That the most beautiful view I��ve ever seen!!” “oh really I thought that the most beautiful view you’ve ever seen was me leaving the shower with only a towel wrapped around me.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him and punched his arm. He rose an eyebrow at you and a smirk grew on his lips. That was a bad sign and you wondered what he was going to do. He didn’t let you a lot of time to think as he tickled you. you begged him to stop but he acted like he was hearing you. “Please… Theseus, have mercy!” you shrieked between two laughter. “Maybe I will have some but you have to prove me that you deserve my mercy” you refrained a snarky comment and instead went for a “But babe you know I was joking, you are obviously the most beautiful view of this world, nothing can compare your beauty, not even that landscape or the seven wonders.” He eventually stopped and replied “You see when you want, you can say the truth even if you certainly did too much with the seven wonders.” After that you both stayed silent for while just enjoying the moment before finally heading back to your hotel.

You spent the last few days in a cute cottage on the beach of Penca. The sand was white, there were coconut trees, the sea was azure, it was like a painting. There were many people either and you felt a bit like two explorers discovering a retired island. Since there were few surfers and you told how this sport was sexy to your opinion Theseus decided to impress you and took some classes with the surfers already there. it was truly funny to see him trying to keep his balance on the board and miserably failed each time. you had rarely laughed some much during an afternoon. As he realized that he was not impressing you and rather ridiculous he thanked the guys and jogged towards you with an upset face. he didn’t have the habit to fail, he was one of the most brilliant wizard of his generation and he couldn’t admit that a simple board on waves was resisting to him. he grumped and complained all the rest of the evening saying that it was a stupid sport, not interesting… After a while he stopped his rambling and insisted to go for a swim with you. the water was crystal clear and as you were swimming you could see the sand, your feet… you were lost in your contemplation when you felt a splash of water on your skin. You faced Theseus and he splashed you even more. You replied to his war declaration and splashed him even more. From afar you certainly looked like two children or young people living their teenage dream and honestly that is how you felt. He grabbed you by the waist and threw you in the water. As you were falling in the water you managed to grip him by the arms and he fell too. As you emerged from the water you ran to the beach and he followed you running too. He was faster than you and joined you rapidly. He wrapped his arms around your waist spun your around to hug you.

The rest of your holidays flew away quickly and as you were back in London you cherished those moments of your life. The years went on and your boyfriend became your husband and then the father of your children. You grew old together and never stopped loving each other. You were both with your grandchildren talking about your best memories and naturally you both recounted those vacations and when they asked you your best memory of that day you began to tell the story of how you learn to snorkel and the beautiful water creatures you had swum with. Theseus hesitated a while, he said that he couldn’t only pick one memory but after some insistence he said “ Y/N do you remember our last night in that beach bar when we laugh into the microphone and sing with our sunglasses on, to our favorite song? I am sure that the moment I realized I could never live without you and I needed you forever in my life, that the moment I decided that I had to marry you and never let you go. I think it is one of my favorite moment of my life and I am happy to have live it with you, I am happy that I had a life full of happy moments with you. I loved you, I love you and I will never stop loving you.” “I love you too Theseus”. You kissed him and he kissed you back and you stop giggling when you heard your grandchildren screamed “gross!”

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander imagines #theseus x reader #callum turner #fantastic beasts and were to find them #crimes of grindelwald #prompt #fluff

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imjustthemechanic · 5 years

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Part 1/? - Transmission Part 2/? - The Sandhill Hotel Part 3/? - Piccadilly Part 4/? - The Future Part 5/? - Too Late Part 6/? - The Mystery of the Missing Time Machine Part 7/? - Underway

Peggy had been to the little airstrip near the village of Heathrow a few times during the war. They’d been working on improving it into a real airport but hadn’t finished before VE day, so work had scaled back to a more leisurely pace, and the new London Airport had opened in 1946. Seventy years later, the airport had swollen to cover more area than Peggy remembered the entire down as having. There seemed to be positive miles of faded tarmac and undulating glass buildings, while any remnants of little Heathrow had been devoured as London itself grew inexorably bigger.

Toulouse breezed them through the buildings through Members Only entrances and VIP lounges and such things. When a woman asked to see their passports, Toulouse just gave her a handful of banknotes, and they kept walking.

“Do you often fly without papers?” Peggy asked quietly.

“I never did that before, actually,” Toulouse replied with a smile on her face. “I didn’t think it would work! I almost want to report her for taking bribes, but then I’d be reporting myself, too.”

Everything else had changed so much, Peggy wasn’t sure what to expect from the inside of the airplane. The cabin was larger and longer than anything she’d seen before, but to her surprise the seats were actually significantly smaller, the ceilings lower, and the leg room less. It looked bad enough in business class, and when she looked down the aisle to where the economy passengers were boarding, she found them packed in like commuters on a subway train. It was almost a shock that nobody had to stand.

“Flying used to be a luxurious way to travel,” she commented as she sat down. Like the cars, the airplane had a seat belt. She buckled it, just in case.

“Things stop being nice when normal people start being able to afford them,” said Toulouse.

“Did you call your father to tell him where you’re going?” Peggy wanted to know.

“I’m twenty-eight,” Toulouse told her. “I don’t have to do that anymore. He wouldn’t answer anyway,” she added with a sigh. “He only answered the other night because I had Harvinder tell him it was an emergency. I did tell Prince that I’m going to America with some friends. If he asks why, I’ll say I’m visiting Junior.”

“Who’s Junior?” asked Howard.

“My oldest brother. He died when I was still in school, and he’s buried there.” Toulouse shrugged. “It’s not the right time of year, but it’s a good excuse, I guess.”

The plane’s takeoff roll was much more gentle than Peggy remembered such things being, and its ascent far quicker. She had to swallow repeatedly to make her ears pop, and it seemed like no time at all before they were sailing along to the muted roar of the jet engines, with the Bristol Channel glittering in the sunlight below them. Looking out the window on her left, Peggy could see Cardiff, and she spotted Swansea before clouds moved in, blocking the view of the landscape below. She settled back in her seat then. It was going to be a long flight, and even without the clouds there would be nothing much to see outside over the ocean.

Toulouse had her laptop with her, and once the plane reached cruising altitude, she set the computer u on the tray table in front of her and began typing furiously. Howard, in the aisle seat, took an interest.

“What are you working on?” he asked.

“My master’s thesis,” said Toulouse. “I’m taking women’s history, and I’m specifically writing about Parliament Joan. Her real name was Elizabeth Alkin. She ran her own publishers, distributing propaganda for the Parliamentarians during the English Civil War, and used her connections to find and discredit people who were printing for the Royalists.”

“An ancestor of yours?” Howard asked Peggy.

“No, but something of a role model,” Peggy replied with a smile. She’d first heard of the woman during her teens, from the other ladies in the codebreaking office, and had immediately set out to read all she could about her.

“People think of her mainly as a spy,” Toulouse said, “but she also had to be a businesswoman, and she wasn’t very good at it to start with. I was at the National Archives because they’ve got some of her letters there, written in her very own handwriting.”

Peggy nodded. “It is magical, isn’t it? When you get to touch something from the past, knowing who held it before you?” She thought of some of the things the SSR had recovered after the war. There’d been famous art, and mystical artefacts, and things that had to have come light-years across the depths of space to be there. With some of them she knew who had held them before her, but there were others she could only wonder about.

“It really is,” Toulouse agreed.

“Your family must be very proud of you,” said Peggy. The words came out quite automatically, and it was only once they were already spoken that she remembered what Toulouse had already said about her father.

Toulouse sighed. “I haven’t spoken to my mother in four years,” she said. “And Daddy just says it’s good I’m keeping occupied.”

“I’m sorry,” Peggy said. Her own father had died of a heart attack when she was only seven, and her mother had never had much money, but she had good memories of both as loving parents. She looked at Howard – he didn’t talk much about his family but she had the definite impression that they’d never understood him. He would be more qualified to commiserate with Toulouse about this.

“They don’t know what they’re missing,” Howard told her. “Someday they’ll come to you begging for a favour, and you’ll be able to tell them to stuff it. It’ll feel great.”

Peggy shut her eyes. She could feel the headache coming on already.

The people who ran airlines knew that twelve-hour flights were deathly boring, and attempted to fill the time by showing movies. The movies themselves, unfortunately, were absolutely dreadful. There was one about a robotic policeman and another about a haunted doll, and Peggy got no more than ten minutes into either of them before she removed the little speakers she’d been given to put in her ears, and tried to sleep instead.

She doubted she’d be able to nod off, but she must have, because she woke hearing Howard and Toulouse talking quietly.

“So when I say he’s buried there,” Toulouse was telling him, “it’s more that he’s got his name on a monument, because they didn’t find his body. Daddy hasn’t been to America for years because of it. Whenever he has something to do there, he sends Cass.”

“Cass is… brother number two, right?” Howard asked.

“Yes, in between Junior and Prince,” said Toulouse.

“No sisters?”

“Just me,” Toulouse said. “I’m the girl.”

Peggy closed her eyes again. During the war she’d had a sense that things were getting better for women. There’d been a new appreciation for their traditional roles, as well as for their ability to work at what were considered men’s jobs. She’d stayed at the SSR because she’d wanted to finish what Steve Rogers and Sergeant Barnes had started, but also because she’d honestly thought she’d be useful and welcome there. The men who worked there had other ideas. They’d thought that with the war over, it was time for the women to go home.If she’d thought about it, Peggy would have hoped that seventy years would have resulted in some progress. Yet here he was, sitting next to a young woman who was evidently much more intelligent and accomplished than her taste in hair dye would lead one to believe, but whose family didn’t care what she did because she was the Girl. It was really terribly depressing.

They arrived in Toronto at nine in the evening local time, and during the layover they were able to get something to eat that wasn’t airplane food. The cost of the sodas and sandwiches absolutely appalled Peggy and Howard both – nine dollars for tuna fish on white bread! – but Toulouse paid it without comment. Apparently inflation was another one of the things that had simply gone on uninterrupted.

Flight schedules hadn’t changed much, either. Their departure from Toronto was delayed, so it was closer to four than two-thirty when they finally reached Los Angeles. A small bus took them from the airport to the Sandhill Hotel in Playa Del Rey, where all three of them collapsed into bed.

They had separate rooms within the suite this time, thank heavens, so if Howard and Toulouse had any more sex, Peggy at least didn’t have to listen to it.

Toulouse had sent their things to the hotel laundry overnight, so in the morning Peggy and Howard were able to put on clothes that were probably cleaner than when they’d bought them. A woman came to drop them off while the group was having breakfast. Peggy and Howard were sitting in their hotel bathrobes, and Toulouse’s outfit today was tight-fitting polka-dot leggings and a shirt with something on it that was quite unidentifiable – it had cartoon eyes and a smile, and a shape that Peggy chose to charitably assume represented a curl of chocolate ice cream.

The hotel employee, a brunette in her mid-twenties, kept looking at Toulouse out of the corner of her eye as she spread the clean clothes out on the bed. Finally she straightened up and said, “before I go, I have to know – aren’t you Toulouse Sandhill?”

“Yes!” Toulouse replied, pulling out her wallet to give the woman a tip. “And you’re… Madison,” she read off the nametag. “Nice to meet you.”

Madison held out a wrist. “I’m wearing your perfume!” she said.

Toulouse sniffed it. “You are! I’m so glad you like it!”

“Is it true that there’s a giant apocalypse bunker under this hotel?” Madison asked eagerly. “I’ve never actually gone looking for it but I’ve seen websites about it, and people think it’s some sort of New World Order type thing.”

“I have no idea,” said Toulouse, but the idea didn’t seem to startle her. “I’ve never been here before. I can ask Cass about it, if you like.”

“No, no, I figured you wouldn’t say,” Madison replied, with a knowing smile. “It was so cool to meet you! Thanks for the tip!” And she scurried out.

Peggy sipped her tea thoughtfully. “You didn’t mention an apocalypse bunker,” she said to Toulouse. Wasn’t it just a coincidence that an ‘apocalypse bunker’ was exactly where she and Howard had to go?

“I didn’t think of it,” said Toulouse. “I don’t even know if it’s real. Like I said, I’ve never been to this location before, but I know the Americans have apocalypse bunkers all over the country. There’s a big one under the Stanley Springs Hotel in Tennessee, that was built for the government to hide in during the Cold War. I’ve never been there, either, but they give tours. I saw a YouTube video about it.”

“You said this hotel was ten years old,” Peggy recalled. “When did the ‘Cold War’ end?”

“I was a kid. Let me see…” Toulouse grabbed her phone to look it up. “1991 was when the Soviet Union fell apart, and I definitely know that the Playa Del Rey opened in 2006, because Junior had been in charge of the project and there was an eight-month delay after he died.”

“That’s fifteen years,” said Peggy. Who built a bunker against a threat that had ended fifteen years ago? She looked at Howard, to see what he thought.

He could tell where she was headed. “You think maybe our clue is here in the hotel?” he asked.

That was an oddly reasonable hypothesis. Knowing that they’d been involved with the Sandhill family on their little adventure through time, Peggy and Howard might well have left the time machine plans here, where they would be easily accessible without breaking any laws. Or would they? By 2006 Peggy would be retired and Howard would be dead, and with the building of the hotel delayed by the death of the owner’s son, all sorts of things might intervene.

“It could be,” she said. “I don’t know.” They could bury something here ahead of time, but how could they be sure it wouldn’t be dug up and lost when the hotel was built? Then again, if it were here to find, that by itself would be their answer…

Howard pointed his breakfast fork at Toulouse’s phone. “While we’re here, what’s that Internet got to say about die Glocke?”

“How do you spell it?” Toulouse wanted to know.

Howard told her, and she entered it in her search engine. Her eyes darted back and forth over the results that came up. “Okay, it says there was some Polish guy who wrote a book about it… according to him it’s supposed to be a weapon that kills every living thing for miles around, and it was built in a Nazi base near Wenceslaus Mine.”

That name made Peggy perk up. “I’ve been to Wenceslaus,” she said. “I was there with Steve, but there was nothing in it. Somebody had warned them we were coming, and they had time to clean it out.”

“Warned them you were coming?” Toulouse asked. “Like as if somebody came back from the future to tell them?”

At the time Peggy hadn’t thought of that – why would she? – but now it seemed worryingly plausible. In that case… “Die Glocke can’t be the time machine itself, because Zola said they were searching for it, but yes, very like that.” She took a bite of bagel and thought about it. “I wonder whether perhaps they transmitted the entire contents of the base to the future, and now they’re hoping to get a machine in the right place at the right time to pick it up.” In which case they were planning to materialize their superweapon right in the middle of London.

“That was winter 1944, wasn’t it?” Howard said. “If they’ve had the time machine that long, then we’re in trouble, because just returning to 1948 won’t be enough to stop them.”

“No, it won’t.” Peggy groaned. “This just gets more complicated by the hour!”

“So what are you gonna do?” asked Toulouse.

She thought about it a moment. The hotel might be worth checking out, but they didn’t actually know if it even existed. The Sierra bunker still seemed the most obvious choice. “We’ll stick to the original plan,” she decided. “If there’s nothing in the bunker, we’ll come back here and look.”

#fanfic #agent carter #peggy carter #howard stark

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fountainpenguin · 6 years

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Please do #7.

#7 - Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I’ve written so many scenes I love. I couldn’t pick just one, so here is one from each of several fandoms.

Total Drama - The Lyin’ Queen, Chapter 2: “Last One Standing”

Context: It’s just after Staci’s elimination ceremony. We follow her point of view as she wanders Playa Des Losers while the Season 1 cast pack up and leave after learning that they won’t be participating this season. Note that in this scene, Ezekiel is on Staci’s shoulders.

That snapped up the attention of the boy with the injured arm who had greeted Staci down by the beach. “Hold on. Owen, what happened to your face?”

“Um, Chris strapped a bomb to it, and it went off. It’s okay, though! It wasn’t really a bomb, it was just a signal flare thing. It doesn’t hurt anymore, really, Noah. You don’t have to worry.”

Noah opened his mouth. Shut it. He raised his good hand. Lowered it. Raised it again, then lowered it.

“Why didn’t you tell me this five hours ago when I asked for everyone with injuries to meet me down at the dock?”

They made a comical sight- a giant cringing away from a scrawny bookworm who had one arm wrapped in a sling of reeds. “I didn’t want you to yell at me,” Owen whimpered.

“Why would I yell at you?” Noah yelled, slapping his palm to his forehead. “You need serious medical attention, Brickhouse! What is your problem?”

Staci had begun to walk backwards as she watched them, so she didn’t know what to think when her heels and hips thunked against something large and metal and cold. She looked up. The thing was a robot. A big, chunky robot with a square head and small, colorful buttons all over it. It breathed at her.

“Hello?”

The robot continued to breathe at her.

“Okay, yeah…” Staci grinned and tried to slip beneath its arm, but the robot would have none of that. Its clawed hand twisted around. It grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air. “Hey!” she sputtered, kicking her legs. Ezekiel launched into a stream of snarls, and the robot launched into a stream of high-pitched beeps. Staci wasn’t much of a yeller, but she considered putting her lungs to full use when another voice broke her out of her stupor, and she glanced down.

“Leave her alone, gawsh!” A redheaded boy with thick glasses - Staci knew he was Harold, because he’d been in the Drama Brothers band too - brandished the tattered white tablecloth from the buffet table. After folding it a few times, he twisted it up and smacked it against the robot’s chestal region. With a few more grunted clicks and whirrs, it replaced Staci (and Ezekiel) on the ground. Then it rrrrrd backwards, turned around, and drove away.

“You all right?” Harold asked, taking Staci’s shoulder to steady her. She wrinkled her nose in the direction the robot had rolled.

“Ya, I’m fine. What… is it?”

He shrugged and, after casting it another glance, shuddered and began walking in the opposite direction. She hurried after him. “Oh, him. That’s just the Total Drama Machine. It’s just programmed to pick stuff up and throw things away, reach high shelves, purify drinking water, give off magnetic pulses to scare off the mutant wildlife, stuff like that. Just kind of roams around until it bumps into something.”

“Huh. Well, I might have to take it apart and see how it ticks, ya. Inventing runs in the family and I won’t rest until I make a significant contribution to the world. You see, my great-great-great-great aunt Tanya invented HELLO GOLDEN FLIPPING SWEETNESS!”

She recognized him instantly- Who wouldn’t? But he was so much different in real life than he’d looked on YouTube. His tan skin was… was the color of perfect skin, and his black hair had that sheen that all hair should aspire to gain. He had the gorgeous rounded muscles, had the defined cheekbones of cheekbone heaven. He lay back in a pool chair with broken legs, penciling in a crossword puzzle with one hand and holding a tall glass of fruity pink juice in his other. Even before the last word had left her tongue, the newspaper in his lap burst into flame. “What the-?” he yelped, flinging it away as he jerked upright. “Who turned on my-?”

HOOOOO SNAP HE WAS HOT!

He tipped up his sunglasses and gave her a puzzled look. He had two black eyes and a mummified leg and a bloody slash down his right cheek AND HE WAS STILL THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN SHE’D EVER SEEN IN HER LIFE!

“Who is this?” he asked Harold, pointing at Staci with his pinkie. As he said it, his pencil started to smoke. Even his warm voice was super unfairly attractive.

“Justin,” Harold said, gesturing towards the ILLEGALLY MEGA HOT GUY with one upturned palm. Then he moved his palm back towards Staci. “Staci. She’s part of that new cast Chris brought in, and she got booted first this season.”

HE WAS LITERALLY GLOWING AND OH MAN IT WAS SO LUCKY HE WASN’T WEARING A SHIRT BECAUSE IF HE WAS HE’D HAVE TO BE ARRESTED FOR EVER CONCEALING SO MUCH FREAKING BEAUTY FROM THE WORLD FOR EVEN LIKE FOUR SECONDS!

First of all, I just want to say that “Why would I yell at you?” Noah yelled is one of my favorite lines of all time.

Okay, but how can you not love Staci? She is so ridiculously… chill. About everything. I really do need to finish this ‘fic one of these days, because she’s so funny. Keep in mind that this scene with Justin comes shortly after the scene when Staci was about to drown and when she saw someone coming to her rescue, her first thought was, “Please be hot, please be hot, please be hot.”

I don’t think the scene above really needs much explanation. Staci finally meets Justin in person, and it goes down exactly the way you’d expect it to. I nailed both Staci’s voice and succeeded in adding humor to this chapter, so I’m pretty pleased with it to this day.

Pokémon - PMDU - “Playin’ Sight” and “Rory and the Duckletts” Part 7

Context: PMDU is/was a Pokémon Mystery Dungeon group on deviantArt that allowed members to create teams and embark on story adventures. I’ve actually got two pieces from PMDU that I’d like to share because ??? I’m like that ??? The first one comes from “Playin’ Sight”, and is told by Kit the shiny Duskull, who has fallen into despair after Roland migrated south for the winter. As a result of their break-up, Kit lost all housing benefits and can’t stay in the Hunters’ Guild dorms anymore. Snow is on its way, Kit has no place to live, and it’s a very sad day for a suicidal little hippie ghost with depression.

My thoughts had wandered back to Roland’s smug face with its tall, pointed ears and soft feathery muzzle. His whiteness and purity, his snappy red and electric blue freckles, that incurable quirk to his right ear, the muscles rippling around his wings like waves amidst Iravian prairie grass… Was it any real surprise? Roland was all I had. As a Ghost, I’d seen many faces come and go - most of them people I didn’t think were all that fab - but through some twist of fate, I had never met anyone quite like Roland before. He wasn’t a prince. He was hardly a citizen. He was dirty and vulgar and foul-mouthed and ill-tempered. He was sexist, impulsive, gluttonous, clumsy, illiterate, accepting, noble and brave, a devoted worker, passionate… Roland… liked me.Such an absurd concept, that. No one liked me. Katherine Christopher “Kit” of the surname they would not acknowledge was an awful ‘mon by nature. Depressed and troublesome, chaotic and shy. I cared more for my plants than I sometimes did for others’ lives.And yet, despite every flaw, Roland found something in me that he appreciated. He lay his hand against my dead, unfeeling cheek, and he brought me to life. A Duskull that feeds on negativity and a Togetic that feeds on happiness make for quite the pair.Roland was the embodiment of everything that was meant to be in the world. Optimism. Socializing. Fun. He made me laugh when no one in the world could, because his genius blossomed from his gentle stupidity. Despite him disgusting me, he was my favorite ‘mon in the world. Why did I hate knowing that he saw me as his friend? I know why. Because that hurts. When your best friend doesn’t count you as their best in return. When I gave him my everything, but being roommates with benefits wasn’t enough to make him stay.Serpent below, I’m in love with someone I’ve forgotten how to hate.

“Get me another leppa,” I told Linette, shoving my empty juice cup across the counter as the Mareep beside me got to his two rear feet and stretched. When she closed her flipper around it, we touched for the briefest of moments. I let my fingers linger, until finally she eased the glass away. If she’d been Roland, she would have held them absently as she stared out the window, then turned to me with crooked teeth slightly parted at the sight of simple wonder in the evening streets.I’d have murdered someone for the chance to tell him I was sorry. I’d curl my long, wispy tail around his ankle the way he liked, leaning forward with my folded arms on his knee. One more night. Just one with the love god who considered me dirt, since I played in it so much, burying plants, burying emotions, burying dreams. One more night. Someone else’s blood on my hands for the taste of nacho cheese on his lips. I’d give anything to hear him whisper in my crumpled Slakoth ear that I actually mattered.

“Playin’ Sight” is a really cool piece for me, because it really allowed me to develop Kit’s character. Especially Kit’s relationship with Roland. Apparently those two were roommates with benefits the entire time and I just had no idea until now. But a Duskull and a Togetic have got to be one of the cutest, most complicated, and most unexpected couples you can stumble across. One wants to make the other miserable, the other wants to make the other happy.

Kit is aromantic pansexual, and I had a lot of fun writing sexual attraction from an aromantic ghost’s point of view. Kit’s lost so many people… so why does losing one more have to hurt so much? Especially when Roland is deliberately written to be as stereotypically horrible as I could make him, except for the fact that I accidentally made him volunteer at orphanages and nursing homes in his spare time and censor all his swears. I just love their dynamic. I like the prose above because we see Kit working out messy feelings, and I think it’s cute.

Now! “Rory and the Duckletts” was a side story I wrote over the course of a year and a half that told the story of Team Plum Pudding’s first days in the city of Andalusst. This particular scene revolves around my characters Rudy the Gothita and Adrian the Chespin after Rudy was tossed in “temporary jail” for crushing part of the city with a flying (read: falling) Wailord. Adrian has come to seek him out, since he believes Rudy to be the only person in the city who knows who stole the notebook that contained his entire life’s work regarding Pokémon biology.

The floor was rough. Cold. There were only six cells in the small side building, and of them a mere two were occupied. The first cell contained a sleeping Audino with matted pink fur, curled up in the far corner. Rudy was in the second one. The Gothita lay on his back on the simple bunk in the otherwise empty enclosure, sliding his feet up and down the brown wall. His hands were still bound and covered with the cloth sack.Adrian glanced Angelo [the Zangoose]’s way. “And I’m allowed to speak with him?”“I honestly don’t care one way or another what you do, so long as you don’t attack him or me or try to remove him illegally from the premises.” Angelo flicked his claw at one of the bars. It clanged. “We force-fed him a Disable pill approximately fifteen minutes ago. He ought to be harmless for the next forty.” He withdrew to his desk along the opposite wall.Rudy sat up. “Darian?”“It’s me, Rudy.”He rolled from the bunk and came over, pressing his snout to the bars. His eyes rotated around a little, and finally he found the Chespin’s body heat and smiled.“I knew you liked me. It was the ride above the clouds, wasn’t it? It’s always the ride above the clouds. That’s the rule of three.”“Of course I like you. I adore you.” Adrian crossed his arms. “You know why I came and I have neither the time nor desire to play games, so let’s hear what you have to say and get on with it.”Rudy’s little smile disappeared. “Hey Darian, listen. It’s weird, but they severed my connection somehow.” “Connection to what?”He pointed at his head where his ear should be (Adrian decided that he probably had ear holes just beneath those ribbons). “I don’t know the word for it in like non-psychic language. But the pill messed up my connection.”“In Common, please?”Rudy sighed like Thorn. “You know, my thing. My Gothita sight powers. I can’t even see the warm windows anymore, even though you’ve had one following you all day and it’s probably still here. And I’m not picking up too many signals, so half the time I’m losing my words.”“I’m sorry for you. Does that interfere with your ability to describe the location of my sketchbook thief?”“Well, no, but… It bothers me. No, it really does. I feel gross and dead.”Adrian clicked his fingers several times, at least as well as he could manage. “Rudy. It’s late. My feet are sore. My ribs are broken, gosh darnit, if you’ve forgotten that. I am starving, exhausted, dried halfway to a husk, and just in an incredibly cranky mood overall. Please, just once today, can I not have something go easily for me?”Tilting his head, Rudy brought his brows together. “Why didn’t you tell me your ribs were broken? I would have healed you if you’d asked nicely.”“Please don’t tell me you know Heal Pulse. I will pitch a fit.” “Yeah, I do. My Dad taught it to me when I was little.”“Why didn’t you- I told you I couldn’t walk!”“Well, you didn’t say it was because you’d broken your ribs. You just need to be more specific. Wait, did I just…?”Adrian narrowed his eyes. He probably deserved that, although he wasn’t sure exactly how. He glanced out the window over Angelo’s desk. The sky was still black. He ground his teeth. His tongue flicked over the space in the back where he was missing one. Had that only been yesterday?“Gosh darnit Rudy, please. I will fall to my knees and clasp my hands if that is what you would have me do. Everything I am is dependent upon that notebook. You’re the only one who can rescue me from this despairing pit I have slipped into. I’ll owe you so many favors. Please, for the love of science, answer me. Where is our thief?”“I’m sorry,” Rudy said, not looking particularly broken up about this. “I can’t tell you. I don’t know what street he’s on. I’m thermosighted, remember? I can’t read signs, so I’d have to show you where. I can find it - it won’t be hard.”Adrian bashed his head against the cell bars. He let it stay there for a few seconds, then turned around to look at Angelo. “Is there any way possible I could take him out, just long enough for that?”Angelo shrugged, bored. “Not particularly, no. He’s being temporarily contained, so he’s stuck here for twenty-four hours or until his legal guardian comes to pick him up and sign the necessary forms. Whichever comes first. I think they’re planning to move him to the real jail once his time is up, since they can legally arrest him or something. I don’t know for sure. They told me, but I wasn’t really listening.”Adrian swiveled his gaze around to Rudy. “And I suppose it would be far too much to hope-”“Ended up separated from my dad in the Fog a season cycle ago, biff. As of yesterday, I’m now registered as a legal dependent of the city until I turn seventeen in common year.” He frowned. “I’d tell you ‘It will take awhile’, but that’s too close to the old thing right now, I think. I don’t remember.”Oooof course. This would be too easy otherwise. Adrian pressed his hands against his back and looked up at the ceiling. “Well, that settles that for us, then. This is the worst day of my entire life. No, you think I could be exaggerating, but I’m not. I hate every ounce of today. Or do we use another measurement system in this goshdarn city? I hate every gram of today.”“Hey.” Rudy tapped his bound hands against one of the bars, producing a low rattling sound. “Hey, plant guy. You should become my legal guardian. I think it would be nice to have parents.”His whiskers twitched. “That’s not happening. I didn’t come here to adopt a foster kid. Try again.”“Oh.” Rudy thought for a minute. “What if you broke me out?”“I’m not doing that. That’s against the law. Even if it weren’t, it would be rude. I’m not the kind of ‘mon who finds joy in tearing apart a carefully-constructed public building. Aside from that, your new friend the Zangoose is standing right here and I assume he would attempt to stop me.”Angelo shrugged. “That sounds like something I would probably do.”Rudy sighed. “Weeeell… I guess if I were a nice person, I could let you read my mind.”“Oh, would you? I would be so flattered. Ah, wait. Drat- I can’t read minds. Believe me, I would love to be a Psychic-Type.”“Phone a friend?”“Phone a… Oh, do you mean call in another Psychic? Do we have time for that?”“Nope. Maybe. I dunno. Not my problem.” Rudy shrugged, and his smirky smile came back. “Well, I suppose there’s no help for it. You’ll have to run away. I mean, I mean! Adopt me. You’ll have to adopt me. This helps both of us. I don’t see any better solution. And speaking of better, I’m feeling better already. Did you hear what I just said? I think my pill…” He chose to shut up without being asked. Probably for the first time in his life.Angelo shrugged again. “If you want to take him under your wing, you just need the mutual consent of all parties involved for that. Adopter and adoptee. Birth parents can intervene if they can prove their genes are shared, which isn’t hard. If they’re around. You could sign the document and be out of here in a matter of minutes. I have a stack of papers like that here in this drawer. Interested?”Sure, why not? Because that sounded like a perfect idea. Of all the children in the city, wild Rudy - who was currently behind bars in first-level jail, in case anyone had forgotten - was definitely the one Adrian wanted most. Rory had a c-day coming up, and a child would make a perfect mid-birthday present for her. And with Rudy came the Wailord, and then Adrian could get to enjoy the experience of almost dying every possible day. Everyone wins.Adrian picked up the first sheet of paper.Check all that apply: I am adopting an Egg of uncertain origin / I am adopting an Egg of known origin / I am adopting a person who has seen four or fewer winters / I am adopting a person who has seen five or more winters / I am adopting a direct relative / I am adopting my spouse’s child / I am adopting a person already affiliated with my Guild team as a fully documented member for at least one season.“I’m not doing this,” Adrian said, skimming down the rest of the page. It was alarmingly short for a document that could change one’s life so tremendously, so it didn’t take long.What city, town, village, or similar do you reside in? Do you qualify for official residency?I can confirm the adoptee’s birth parents or former guardians consent to adoption and have signed the necessary relinquishment forms or have otherwise been unable to perform physically or morally proper guardianship duties for the adoptee for a period of at least one most recent season.Consent of birth parent or former guardian is not necessary because: Guardian is confirmed deceased with currently no confirmation of spectral return / Guardian has been lost in the Fog for time exceeding one season / Guardian has been deprived by law of custody / Guardian has voluntarily surrendered right to custody / Adoptee was first discovered as Egg or somewhat or entirely Fogwiped and birth parents have not yet been traced.Contact with adoptee’s former guardians post the adoption is: Signed and attached / Undecided / Not applicable at this time. He shook his head. “No. I can’t commit to this - there’s no way I have time to read all these papers. Have any other plans in that unstable little skull of yours?”Rudy had tilted his head and put his mouth around one of the bars - Adrian tucked that thought away for later - but he stopped mid-chew to screw up his brows. “I’b not really what you migh’ call th’ planning type. I us’wawy just go vith th’ first thing to pop in’o my head s’long as it’s vithin the rules I know, and things us’waway work out okay.”Suitability for adoption: Adopting guardian can be considered an adult by officially recognized common count, will treat the child as a member of xir own family, will care for and provide support for the child, has a suitable home for the child, bestows upon the child rights equal to those that would come from natural birth including inheritance, and is adopting the child while being of their own, safe and sound mind.Yeah right. Like Adrian was going to get that garden house of his dreams and just pass it on to Rudy when he died. Rudy would probably murder him to get it if he found out.The information given on this form and all attached documents is correct to the best of my knowledge. I understand that this means if I have lied on this form, I am guilty of crime unless a condition of ethereal powers such as in the case of possession or psychic abilities is recognized and confirmed within thirty days.The edges of the paper crumpled in Adrian’s fists. Lowering it so he could see Rudy’s bright blue eyes again, he jabbed his finger through the bars of the cell. “If I do this for you, you will never, ever, ever, ever cross me for as long as you should live or exist in spiritual form.”“But why would I do a thing like that?” Rudy asked, setting his covered hands against his chest bow.

Oh, there are a dozen things I love about this piece. We’ll start with the most obvious: Adrian spontaneously adopting the child he despises, and refusing to tell his boss and team partner Rory that he did so. Adoption was not my original plan going into this scene, but I adored the idea. What’s funny is the sheer amount of people who know this happened, none of them being Rory. In a later piece called “‘Cue the Music”, Miles and Kit argue over how to bring “Hey Rory, Rudy is legally your child now” up in conversation now that Adrian has been… removed from the picture. They know, she doesn’t. Good times. Love it.

I love the little details here, like the fact that Rudy was force-fed a Disable pill to strip him of all his moves. In the next scene, when he and Adrian are walking down the street, Adrian realizes that because Rudy is a Psychic-Type and his blood moves extremely quickly through his body, drugs don’t last very long in his system and if he would have waited a few more minutes, Rudy could have gotten out of jail by catching Angelo off guard with a few attacks. Cracks me up every time.

I think my absolute favorite bit of prose here is Adrian listing off all the reasons why he SHOULDN’T adopt Rudy, and then promptly picking up the adoption papers and reading through them anyway. I love these two and their dynamic so much. Really wish this Group hadn’t gone on hiatus. I had big plans.

This scene is also notable for being the only time we ever see Rudy speak without using references in every line of his dialogue, as he lost his psychic connection with the Fourth Wall when he was Disabled, so it’s kind of cool to see what he sounds like when I’m not feeding him obscure quotes all day. Turns out he’s still an adorably annoying little guy.

Fairly OddParents - 130 Prompts, “Solo”

In all honesty, China’s introduction scene is probably my all-time favorite. I have a lot of scenes I like, but several of them I’ve talked about on this blog before, and some of my other favorites we haven’t reached yet and they’re spoilers. A lot of my favorite scenes are lengthy ones (“Shadow” and “China’s Finger Trap” come to mind), so here are two that are a bit shorter.

The door on this end had a small sign above the handle that read, Timmy’s Room: PLEASE, PLEASE Knock.

Remy entered without knocking and switched on the lights.

This is from “End of the World.” Remy barging into Timmy’s house in the middle of the night and turning on all the lights like it’s his own home just cracks me up. You can bet that Timmy’s parents don’t knock either, but you can’t blame a kid for trying.

And I have another one too:

Context: H.P., Sanderson, and several other pixies are about to observe one of the youngest pixies in the company as he retakes an exam for the tenth time.

Four minutes later, Sanderson gathered with the other proctors of the exam - Hawkins, Wilcox, Longwood, and the Head Pixie himself - outside the door.

“You all have your clipboards and two pens at the ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I expect you all to be as objective as possible. Is that understood? Hawkins? Sanderson? There will be trouble if I see any more ‘At least he tried’s. We’re not cutting him slack because he’s already failed nine times.”

They both nodded. Longwood tugged at one tight sleeve of that fluffy brown jacket of his, plainly reveling in the fact that H.P. hadn’t said his name.

“And Longwood?”

“Sir?”

“You have a lipstick stain smeared beside your ear that wasn’t there before Naelita Sorins went up to your office. I’ve noticed she’s been visiting quite often lately, and less and less often when you go on break.”

Longwood’s face turned gumball pink beneath the dozens of red freckles that identified him as a gyne rather than a drone. His fingers went straight for the spot on his cheek. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s twice I’ve had enough proof to call you on it now. Three strikes and you’re out. If this happens again, I want your cap on my desk, and Smith will rise to his gyne duties and replace you as company vice president. After we finish here today, you can report to evening dish duty for two months as you did before.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for not firing me. I’ll clean myself up better next time.”

H.P. raised one eyebrow. Sanderson kicked his ankle, because he could get away with it.

“I- I mean, I won’t do it again (Watch your fat toe, lug).”

“Do what?”

“I, erm, I won’t sneak smooches during work hours, sir.”

Sanderson whistled a few bars of “Kiss the Girl” from Disney’s “The Little Mermaid” as H.P. looked him up and down. “I suppose that’s the most compromise I’m going to get out of you. If you ever wonder why you aren’t allowed to leave Pixie World unsupervised anymore, this is why.”

“That's… that’s perhaps for the best, sir.”

“How am I doing, boss?” Wilcox asked. H.P. stared at him for a moment, rubbing his chin, then gave him a thumbs up. Wilcox brightened. Hawkins patted his shoulder with his bad hand, and Sanderson mimicked the thumbs up once the boss’s back was turned.

H.P. opened the door. The room was small, with a desk and chair set solidly on the tile. A window into the observing room spanned the back wall. Arranged neatly on the desk were one landline phone, one pad of green sticky notes, his starpiece, a wrinkled purple pamphlet that listed each pixie’s name, job title, and room number, and about a dozen blue and black pens. Rosencrantz sprang from the chair as soon as the door opened, holding his arms straight by his sides.

“Sir.”

“Good afternoon, Rosencrantz. The time is 1:00. You will now be entering the fifth and final day of your assessment. Today you will be answering calls from clients and, if necessary, directing them to whomever you believe can be of best assistance to them. You may use the provided pamphlet, but no other notes or reference materials you may have written. You must take ten calls, and are expected to remain in the exam room until you do. You may contact any pixie for anything you need to complete your tasks. However, you cannot ask for advice on how a call should be answered. When you are finished, you must demonstrate the proper exit procedure as though you were going on break, after which you may leave the room and wait while we tally up your score. Are there any questions?”

“No, sir.” Unsurprising. Rosencrantz had run through this test so many times, he probably had the opening speech memorized as well as H.P. did.

H.P. flipped the wall switch to redirect all incoming calls to Room 1C. “You may begin.”

On that signal, he and the others floated (Longwood walked) through the room’s rear door and took their seats in the floating chairs behind the window. H.P. sat down in the centermost one, removed his glasses, and massaged his temples.

“Twelve pens. He’s nervous. The utmost he can pull out of this now is a two hundred and forty-nine.”

The scene where H.P. studies Wilcox thoughtfully and then gives him a thumbs-up is probably one of my favorite bits of prose that I’ve ever written. It was the perfect end to the little critique session going on there. Wilcox brightening up just makes my day. Although he’s a boring, stoic pixie, I always envision him breaking into a grin and clenching his fists near his chest in a squee. Praise from H.P. is hard to come by some days, and they drink it up when they can.

Some other aspects of this scene that I love are Longwood instantly knowing where the kiss mark on his cheek is, Longwood promising to “Clean himself up better next time” and H.P.’s eyebrow raise in response to this, Sanderson kicking Longwood “because he could get away with it,” and of course, the last line here where H.P. deducts points before the exam even starts just because Rosencrantz has “too many pens.” With the way he rubs his forehead, you can just feel him oozing disappointment.

Not to mention, I love the entire concept of this piece. It’s a cute one. And it ends so dramatically. Lots of fun, and definitely counted as one of my favorites of the entire project.

Danny Phantom - “How to Get Ahead In Navigating”

Context: Youngblood has returned to the Ghost Zone after “The Fenton Menace” and arrived at a Western-themed saloon-like restaurant. He announced his arrival and all the patrons are scrambling to pull out money for him. All except for two: one being Vlad, and one being a muscle-headed mercenary-type here.

“Who the heck are you to be bossing me around, kid?”

It’s very quiet in the room. I hear someone reach out and adjust their fork on the table behind me.

“Mmm.” I prop my cheek against my fist, with my elbow on the table. I even kick my legs behind me as I do it, so I’m more like floating horiz… horace… on my belly in front of them. “You’re cute. You know what? I like your moxie, so I’ll give you one more chance to decide what you’re gonna do about this. I’m Captain Youngblood. The Captain Youngblood. Plunderer of merchant ships, transporter of Living Realm goods, adopted son of Prince Aragon’s chief royal advisers, hold the all-time high score on Plasmius Peril at the Purgebane arcade, savior of the skeletons. Ring a bell up in that waxy noggin of yours?”

Anchor Arm sweeps his stare over the other patrons in the restaurant. I don’t look behind me, but I know a lot of them are probably watching us. This doesn’t happen a lot. “You really here bragging that you’re the toughest guy in this dinky little joint?” He looks at the man in white like Is he for real? while the man in white simply smiles back at him with the patience of a cracking tree branch.

“Yeah, well.” I walk my gloved fingers across the tabletop, and jump them on Anchor Arm’s spoon. His spoon flips into the air and clatters down in the other guy’s soup bowl. “I never said thaaat. I mean, I am just eight years old. You don’t really have to do anything I say. Unless you want to.”

He gets ready to smack me in the face, because we’re being the most cliché people ever and of course he’s going to lose his temper at me in five seconds. I get ready to not move. If he chickens out, I win. If he slaps someone who looks like a kid, then everyone will be shocked and afraid, and I can fall to the floor and act stunned, then get up and be super calm about it and make a show of forgiving him while still being the mysterious, barely-restrained loose cannon everyone thinks Captain Youngblood is. And then I win.

But I don’t get the chance to not move. A glowing pink coil of energy, like a whip, snaps out and catches him around his hand bobble. Wrist. It’s the other man at the table. With a yank, he pulls his friend’s arm down with a light grunt. It slams against the table, rattling the silverware.

When I look at Anchor Arm’s friend, I expect to see him pleading, ready to grovel at my feet for mercy. Instead, he’s all relaxed. Maybe even laughing. The guy actually has a sort of chuckle on his face, a friendly We’re sharing a joke here; typical Anchor Arm–you know how the poor man gets.

Um. Do I know this guy? Like I said, he’s dressed in almost all white, except for a black triangle of a shirt at his chest. He also has on huge black gloves that look like my cowboy ones, and a thick black belt around his waist. And there’s that huge puffy red and white cape too. The collar on that thing is like fwoosh. His Dr. Spectra devil horn hair is the blackest shine you can get in hair. His calm attitude stabs me in the guts. If I had skin, this is the definitely the first guy I’ve met in a long while who would make my skin crawl. But I don’t have skin. I don’t know who this is.

“Goodness me, I’m so terribly sorry. Allow me to extend my most formal apologies.” The man touches two fingers to the two clasps on his red and white cape, briefly shutting his eyes. The smile doesn’t disappear. “My name is Vlad Plasmius.”

… Eep. Yeeaahhh, I know who this is. I mean, we’ve never met, but I don’t think we have to. I’m Captain Youngblood, champion of the rebel skeletons. He’s Vlad Plasmius, the grown-up halfa who can beat up Phantom, and guardian of the only other permanent portal we usually talk about in the Ghost Zone. Does anything else even need to be said? What’s he even doing in the Limbo sector? I thought his portal was in Haykees. Shouldn’t he be, I dunno, guarding it?

Plasmius retracts his pink whip with a flick of his hand. The energy dissipates like mist. “And what my friend Romeo here means, dear boy, is that we would be delighted to provide a strapping young orphan boy like you with all the funds you could possibly need that you’ve been unable to procure for yourself.”

My smile wrinkles. “Huh?”

I know what all those words mean. I’m smart like that. But huh?

The man reaches into his vest, I guess, and pulls out the biggest stack of cash I’ve ever seen, except on game shows. He drops it on the table next to his bowl, where the spoon I flipped is still sitting, then pulls out another stack of cash even bigger than that one. And then another. It’s like he just goes around wearing a whole padded vest stuffed full of money to protect him when he gets shot by lasers or something. I don’t even have a clue how valuable cash even is in the Ghost Zone, so is that a good idea, or a wasteful one? Does our economy even work anymore now that King Pariah’s gone and half our money is rocks picked up off the ground? I actually do not know. I don’t really care about booty.

“Now.” After four bundles, the man laces his fingers under his chin, leaning his elbows on the table. “What exactly was your usual pay rate, again?”

“Uh.” My eyes dart to the money, then to him again. That stuff looks real. That can’t be real. It’s too much. He’s showing off. This is weird. What’s going on? “I… I… I don’t have a set rate for what I take. I just take whatever people give me. It, uh, averages out to be about 900 /d/ a person, I guess.”

That didn’t sound very pirate captain. That sounded very domino punching bag king.

I love the restaurant scene as a whole because it makes it very clear that Youngblood actually is a big deal in the Ghost Zone. In show canon, he has a ship full of skeletons who respect him, and the plot of “Pirate Radio” literally revolved around Danny being confused that everyone respects Youngblood when he’s in charge, and no one respects him when he tries to be in charge.

In this scene, Youngblood strolls in like he owns the place, with confidence and swagger through the roof. Everything is fine until his path crosses with the one person who refuses to bow to him. Youngblood is used to rerouting paths so that he can pull a victory either way the situation goes. But clever Vlad knew exactly how to surprise him, and humiliate him in front of the entire restaurant.

Youngblood is a very interesting character, having fifty years of world experience and the mind of an eight-year-old to process it all. I feel that the restaurant scene really delves into the way he works and the teasing games he plays. I love the way he describes things: The collar on that thing is like fwoosh. I also love the fact that when Youngblood was flaunting his credentials, he listed his high score in the arcade before the fact that he’s known as “the savior of the skeletons.” Priorities.

This piece is heavy on stream of consciousness, and I think it came out very well. I’ve tried writing Youngblood in past tense, but I just can’t. His constant thoughts and his way of addressing the reader pin him so well in present. I just adore his little comments like, If I had skin, this is the definitely the first guy I’ve met in a long while who would make my skin crawl. But I don’t have skin. I don’t know who this is, and Does anything else even need to be said? What’s he even doing in the Limbo sector? I thought his portal was in Haykees. Shouldn’t he be, I dunno, guarding it? He’s just so beautifully… child-like. Nailed it. “Ahead In Navigating” is definitely one of my absolute favorite pieces I’ve ever written.

Bunsen Is a Beast - Goodness of Misfit, Chapter 1: “King and Lionheart”

Context: Mikey Munroe has been called down to the principal’s office, and he’s about to be given Bunsen’s file and told that he’s been assigned to welcome Bunsen to school, since no one else on the welcoming committee wanted to. The peppy welcoming committee supervisor, Miss Lighthouse, is here as well.

“Oooh, it’s such a shame you hate traveling beyond town as much as you do, bingo ball! You know, when I was your age, I was out running and climbing in the woods and swimming in the river just constantly. I recorded all my adventures and wrote a book. School is delightful, but the summer season is what really gets me drunk on living such a glorious life!”

With that, she punched the air. The arm that still had all its fingers was a prosthetic, and sometimes it freaks out when it moves too fast. This was one of those times. Principal Freshwater’s globe flew off the bookshelf and crashed behind my chair. I winced, but didn’t get up to look at it. Instead, I folded my [unbroken, unburned, untouched by insects, uncovered in poison ivy, free of snake bites, fully functional, very safe because I don’t take them into the woods unprotected like a crazy person] arms and tried to find his pupils behind his milky glasses.

“Uh… Are we really getting a new student this late in the year? Sir?”

I didn’t see any other reason for Miss Lighthouse to leave her classroom. I mean, I was just a fifth grader, lowest on the rungs of middle school, but everyone knew I’d be promoted from a mere member of our welcoming committee to its head next year. It was a win by default; one by one, the rest of the kids had told me flat-out to my face that they wouldn’t be coming back.

… Come to think of it, I’d noticed most of them called down to meet with our principal a few days before telling me flat-out to my face that they wouldn’t be coming back. In our last meeting, Miss Lighthouse and I had been the only ones to even show up.

I crossed my ankles as my toes curled in.

Principal Freshwater placed both hands on his desk and heaved himself from his chair. Well, he got up, at least. The seat stayed stuck to his, uh, lower half for an extra two seconds before it fell back on its wheels with a clatter. “That… is precisely what we called you down here to discuss today. Our new student will arrive at the end of September, six weeks into the school year. As you well know, Michael, I’m due to retire in a matter of months.”

“Really? Weren’t you supposed to retire in like, January? And the October before that? And the June before that? And the-”

He adjusted his striped tie with his fist until it reached an angle that said “Shut your yap, punk-to-be, before I transfer you into Coach Glutes’ homeroom and obliterate all your chances at a successful future.”

As a punk-to-be, I was thereby cowed into shutting my yap.

“Our humble school has been granted a… sufficient amount of funding to ensure our new transfer student feels as though we’ve actually put forth effort into making him feel accepted in our community. When I leave this job behind, I do not want to be remembered as the man who wiped our town off the map… and into a pit of gnashing teeth, roaring flames, and acid burns. As such, I want to see this exchange program pulled off without a hitch.” While he was talking, Principal Freshwater oozed around the edge of his desk and brought his mouth near my nose. “Do you know what ‘without a hitch’ means, Michael?”

I squinted one eye to block his spittle from my cornea. My gaze darted to the picture frames lined up along the edge of his desk, but no one in the family photos screamed ‘Killman material’ to me, so I relaxed again. A little. “Uh… That this is a really huge and important job and you’re asking me to do it because I handle stress well, I run three of our clubs, I’m like the only kid who still wants to be part of the welcoming committee next year, and you know I won’t drop out because when I stay after school I get to use Miss Lighthouse’s computer without the constant fear of my parents being able to tap into my browsing history and expose my innermost secrets behind my back?”

In my free time, I tap into people’s security systems and jot the codes that work down for future reference. It only takes a few dozen tries, and I’ve lived here all eleven and a half years of my life. Not the kind of thing any kid wants to surrender to the loophole police.

Placing a hand over the headrest of my seat, Principal Freshwater leaned it all the way down until my back was almost parallel with the floor. His shoe stopped the feet from kicking too high. “It means that if you mess this up for us, Michael… it will be on your meaty head. And that’s a lot of head.”

“I can’t say I entirely disagree, sir,” I whispered through the reek of oysters and mayonnaise on his breath. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to remind him my last name was spelled with a ‘u’ and not an ‘o’.

I absolutely love the moment that Principal Freshwater pushes the headrest of Mikey’s seat down and leans over him. It came out exactly the way I wanted to, and really emphasizes Mikey’s discomfort. Overall, I think my Mikey voice came through very well in this piece. That casual way he mentions that he taps into people’s security systems, though. I mean, small town boy who’s parents installed them in the first place. He gets curious. What do you expect?

We never saw the school principal in the show, so I made one up and I feel like he fits in perfectly. In case we did meet the principal in the future, I wrote this scene so that Principal Freshwater here is about to retire. I just love the scene where Mikey is questioning this, musing that the principal has been wanting to retire for a long time. Mikey has that little, absentminded way of undermining people that’s such a funny part of his character. I’m glad I was able to slip it in, and set up the opportunity to use Principal Freshwater later if I’d like to.

Mario - “Pendant of Scarabs” Chapter 1

Context: Back in 2011, I started a ‘fic called “Pendant of Scarabs” that revolved around young Kamek and Cackletta, two long-time rivals who team up to search for magical treasures in an underground pyramid. I never finished it, but I have oodles of child Cackletta stuff that I would love to reboot as a backstory fanfic someday if I had the time. This scene here is the first part of the first chapter.

The flying turtle boy was bothering her again.

Idiot.

She shielded her face with one hand, narrowing her eyes against the sky. He circled above on his broomstick, watching her watch him. It had been two days since she’d first noticed him, three since she’d thought she was being followed. Now, he didn’t even bother to hide the fact that he was tailing her. He swam lazy circles through the air, over and over in front of the sun, his shadow tracing her progress on the ground.

There were two ways to get him to come down. For the first one, she could blast him out of the sky with a lightning bolt. It would be tiring though, and just make him angry, and she really wasn’t in the mood to deal with angry flying magical turtles.

She could wave him down with her hands, but that was something she could never see herself sink to doing. He could circle the sky all he wanted. She didn’t care.

Or he could dive down like that. That worked too.

Cackletta scowled at Kamek as the Magikoopa swooped low. “Why have you been following me? Do you want something?”

His broom slowed to a halt in front of her. “Hello to you too, Princess. Lost again?”

The young witch crossed her arms, her scowl deepening. “What do you mean ‘again’? And I’m not lost. I know exactly where I am.”

“Hmm…” Kamek tapped the side of his snout with a clawed finger, pretending to think. “Crossing the desert, far from home, and I’ve watched you go in circles for the past three hours. Yep, you’re definitely not lost.”

She glowered at him as he slid from his broom. “This is none of your concern. I should zap you into nothing right now.”

Kamek raised the nearest thing to an eyebrow. “I’m still alive, aren’t I? Obviously you don’t have magic abilities right now,” here he pointed to the sun, “or you wouldn’t have warned me. Little unfamiliar with the desert, are we?” When all he got for an answer were gritted teeth, he changed the angle of his claws to point at the paper tucked beneath her arm. “What’s on the map?”

“Like I would tell you.” Cackletta’s long green fingers curled into fists, still smoldering at the desert comment.

“Oh, I already know,” Kamek assured her. “I’m a Magikoopa.” His face became a mask of concentration, and a few seconds later he managed to pull a crystal ball out of the air. Still a little unfamiliar with his magic, his clawed fingers slipped at the awkward grip he was holding it in, and the crystal crashed to the desert sand.

“Hmm… little unfamiliar with the desert, are we?”

“Shut up,” he growled, picking the crystal from the sand and causing it to vanish back to wherever it had come. “My point is, I already know what you’re doing. You’re searching for that amulet thingie of yours.”

“Pendant,” she corrected, narrowing her eyes. “There’s a difference.”

He shrugged. “I’m in need of special magical ingredients for… certain things, and supposedly these things are found at the same place as your amulet. Am I right?” he beamed.

Cackletta’s fingers twitched slightly. “Pendant. What are you talking about?” She had an uneasy feeling that she already knew what he meant, and hoped she was wrong.

Kamek picked up his broom in one hand and angled the handle in her direction. “Well, isn’t it obvious? You need the amulet, and I need a few gems also supposed to be hidden in the pyramid.”

“Who said anything about a pyramid?”

“You know.” He waved the broomstick absently. “The underground pyramid.”

So he DID know. That wasn’t good. “So what you’re saying is that you want to team up. With me. Why would I ever do that?”

Kamek held out the broom again. “For one thing, I can fly. If you’re with me, we’ll have a better view of the area. For another, I’m a magic user too. We have different kinds of magic, Beanish and Koopa. That could be a good advantage.”

“Lachenohr,” she growled.

“Hmm?”

“I’m not convinced. Go on.” She folded her arms.

“I have access to food,” he offered. “Which, after watching you for three days, I think I can safely say that you don’t have anymore. How much longer do you think you can go without food?”

“I can create water out of nothing. I don’t need food.”

Kamek grunted, unimpressed. “Well, think about my offer,” he said as he began climbing onto his broom. “Shame, too. How long do you think it will take until they catch you?”

“What?” Cackletta blurted before she could stop herself. She whipped around, scanning the desert. Nothing but sand, sand, and more sand, a few rocks scattered here and there. “You’re lying.”

“Oh no. Why would a lie about something like that?” He leaned forward over his broom, which still hovered at least a foot off the sand. “Forget it. I should have known you’d be stubborn enough to turn down my offer.” He clicked his tongue, and the broom rose higher into the air. “I’d say they’re only about twenty, thirty miles off? You move fast. I’m impressed.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “… I hate you.”

“Last chance,” he warned, smirking slightly.

Cackletta looked him over. He couldn’t have been more than fourteen years old her time, probably less than that. Juvenile Koopas. She’d never liked them. He wore a blue and white robe a few sizes too big, and the matching hat perched on his head was floppy, forcing him to keep pushing it out of his eyes. A pair of thick glasses rested on his snout. It was a wonder he could even see through those things. At his side was a leather satchel, a strap holding it up around his neck. It wasn’t very large, but it was probably magicked to hold more items than space should allow. And he was right about two things: he could fly, and she was hungry.

“Temporary alliance,” she cautiouslyagreed.

I love this scene because it really captures the relationship between these two characters that I was going for. Cackletta and Kamek have so much potential, I think, and I enjoy watching them bounce off each other. I wrote them here as rivals, but they’re still willing to form an alliance. Cackletta is stubborn and hates swallowing her pride to ask for help, and Kamek is a bit of a social, “Yay, this will be a super fun adventure!” bug. He grows more world-weary with age, but I was aiming for that side of his personality that will stop to chat with you about the lovely pink dress he’s wearing before you take him on in battle. I think I nailed it.

I also like how the worldbuilding is pretty seamlessly woven in (Cackletta’s struggle to use her magic under bright sunlight, and Kamek thinking he’s the big cheese even though he’s still learning his trade himself and dropping his crystal ball). It doesn’t come in all at once. I also love the little details, like smug Kamek being well-prepared with plenty of supplies, casually kicking back and asking Cackletta what’s on the map, while she’s been stumbling around with nothing for days. She’s definitely the rasher one between the two of them. “Food? We don’t need no stinkin’ food. We die like men.”

Even seven years later, it still holds up fairly well, wouldn’t you say? Wish I could say the same for the rest of the ‘fic, ha ha ha. Either way, I’m quite proud of my younger self’s abilities.

My other favorite Cackletta / Kamek rivalry piece would have to be “Our Pointless Magic Lesson”, which opens with those two having a magical snowball fight. Looks like even back then I was already slipping bits of biology into my worldbuilding. I gave Cackletta’s species feet bristles. Hee hee. Desert people. I certainly look forward to writing new Mario ‘fics with improved skills very soon.

Those are some scenes that I enjoy, and I hope that you guys enjoyed them too!

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pedroscurls · 7 years

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Title: Fatal Attraction (Part 9.)

Character(s): Ike Evans and Diana (original female character) Summary: Diana confesses a secret. Word Count: 1,339 Warning: A controlling relationship between Ben and Diana! So, please beware. Author’s Note: Enjoy! :-)

Ben had kept his distance since their last argument. Diana was grateful, but her symptoms of morning sickness had become more prominent. She still had yet to receive her period, but she didn’t want to ponder on the idea that she may be pregnant. She couldn’t be. She didn’t need any more problems to add to the ones she was going through right now.

Her bruises had almost disappeared, but without makeup, it was visible when up close. She always clutched the blankets closer to her whenever she heard Ben’s footsteps pass her door, afraid that he may attack her again. Her sudden outburst and need to argue back had backfired and at first, Diana thought it would make her feel better but instead, she felt the opposite.

That morning, though, Ben opened her door loudly, making it swing back to hit the wall. “Get up,” he said. “We’re going to the Miramar Playa. I want you to come with me this time.”

Diana lifted her head from the bed, looking at Ben with fear in her eyes. “B—But, I don’t want to go…”

“Did I ask you to go? No. You don’t have an option. Now, get ready and cover up those love marks,” Ben laughed. “And hurry the hell up.”

He left her room, slamming the door loudly that it caused her to flinch at the sound. Slowly, Diana climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She looked sickly pale as she looked at herself in the mirror, noticing the array of bruises that littered her body. Gone was the woman who had dreams and now, she was staring at someone who had no will to live.

Once in the shower, she stood under the spray, allowing the water to run over her body. Diana didn’t want to go to the Miramar Playa. She didn’t know what Ike was going to do if he saw her and she certainly didn’t want him to do anything drastic that would get him killed either.

After her brief shower, Diana pulled on a black spaghetti strapped, tight fitting dress that reached just past her knees. She only covered the bruises and applied lipstick, but other than her usual makeup, she kept it natural. Diana had grown eye bags that made her look like she was in dire need of sleep, and the once confident smile she wore was now replaced with a natural pout as she was contemplating what her next move was.

She was broken out of her reverie when Al stepped into the room, motioning to the door.

“Ben says we gotta go. Let’s go,” he said.

Diana nodded, following him out of her bedroom and down the stairs. Her body was still slightly sore, but she forced herself not to wince every time she descended the stairs. Approaching the front yard, she noticed Ben watching her with a sinister smile that made her skin crawl. The door opened for her and before Diana could slide into the backseat, Ben gripper her upper arm roughly which caused a whimper of pain to escape her lips.

“Why are you wearing black? Planning your own funeral, baby?” he grinned.

Diana looked at him with widened eyes. She shook her head immediately and looking down at his hand that had gripped her arm even tighter. “B—Ben… It’s the tightest one I have and—”

“I don’t care. Next time wear red. I’ll let this pass. Now, get in the car.”

Diana kept her gaze out the window, noticing that they were inching closer to the familiar hotel. Somehow, she felt an odd affinity with the Miramar Playa, but she assumed it was because Ike would be nearby. However, when they exited the vehicle, Diana expected Ben to bring her into the lobby, but instead, he led her to the cabanas off to the side and near the beach.

Once inside, he gently pushed her into a chair and pointed at her. “You stay here where I can keep an eye on you. I wouldn’t want my beautiful wife running away from me, now would I?” Ben smiled, caressing her cheek.

Diana immediately moved away from his touch, shutting her eyes and nodding in response.

Ben took a seat around the table with the rest of his guys and she watched, aimlessly scanning the faces of the men surrounding her husband. Not one man spoke up about her sitting in the room, and it just proved to her how powerful Ben was. She could feel their lingering glances, but when she met eye contact with them, there was a sympathetic look that she knew they couldn’t act on.

It was enough for her tear up and wipe her eyes immediately.

Hours passed and Ben and the rest of the men played many games of poker. The room filled with smoke and she coughed, trying desperately not to inhale the smoke but it was inevitable.

“Diana, baby? Do me a favor and get me a drink at the Atlantis,” Ben instructed. “Now, please.”

Diana nodded, quickly making her way out of the smoke-filled cabana. She inhaled the fresh air and took a few deep breaths before beginning to walk to the hotel. Diana felt her heart beating rapidly out of her chest with every step that she took. The closer she got to the entrance of the hotel, the more nervous she got.

With a deep breath, Diana entered the hotel and walked towards the Atlantis. She could feel herself getting sick once she entered the darkened bar, smelling the alcohol from the entrance. Then, she saw Ike and immediately, she wanted to turn around and walk away.

“May I help you?” Stevie asked, smiling in her direction.

Ike turned to face her, his eyes widening. “D—Diana?”

“Whoa, this is Diana?” Stevie grinned. “You are beautiful.”

Diana blushed. She was yearning for positivity since she had grown accustomed to Ben’s negative insults. “T—Thanks… Can you make Ben’s drink?”

Stevie nodded, looking over her frame. He noticed a few bruises that the makeup didn’t do a good enough job at hiding it. He turned his back to his father and Diana, making Ben’s drink as carefully and slowly as possible.

“Diana…” Ike called, reaching out to touch her hand.

Immediately, she flinched away from him and looked at him with teary eyes. “Ike, please…”

“Did he hurt you?” he tightened his jaw. “Diana, did he touch you?”

“Stevie, is that drink ready?” Diana asked, ignoring Ike.

“Diana… Baby…” Ike pleaded. “Talk to me…”

“Please leave me alone, Mr. Evans,” she lied, looking away from him.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry for leaving you. I promise you that I’ll get you out of there, okay?” Ike sighed, resting his hands on the counter of the bar instead.

“Don’t. I’m fine,” she lied. “I am okay.”

“You aren’t,” Ike argued. “You look like you haven’t gotten any sleep. You’ve got bruises that you’re covering… Diana, please. Let me help you.”

“I can’t let anything bad happen to you!” Diana cried, wiping her eyes. “Please. I will be okay. I can’t—I can’t fathom the idea of Ben hurting you, Ike. So, please… Leave it alone.”

“I’d rather him hurt me than you,” Ike sighed. “I want you safe. He shouldn’t have laid a hand on you and he will pay for it. I promise you, baby.”

Stevie turned around and set the glass on the counter. “I can take this to Mr. Diamond, Diana,” he offered.

Diana shook her head immediately, fear flashing in her eyes at the possibility of a consequence if Stevie were to be the one to give him his drink. “I’ll take it. Thank you, though.”

She took the glass from the counter and began walking away before Ike stood from his stool to run over to her, gently stopping to halt in front of her. “Diana…”

Diana’s eyes began to tear up and allowed a few drops to fall down her face. “I think I’m pregnant…”

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sally-annesstories · 5 years

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Day 20 - Isla Holbox

First bout of sickness I can’t properly heal myself!

1. My sleep last night was pretty rough, I think I’d gotten to the point of overtiredness so just couldn’t plus on top of this my left ear was aching! I have a feeling I’ve picked up an ear infection as there’s nothing else I can think of. Unfortunately I don’t have any specific medication for an ear infection with me (despite my epic levels of meds). Being on Holbox my preference is not to go to a doctor because they’re unlikely to speak English but I’ll go if needed once back in Playa. On the downside this means I won’t be properly swimming the next couple of days. Holbox is where you go to see / swim with the whale sharks with bow (June) being one of the better months for it. Despite the fact an ear infection pulls me out it’s not all that bad as from speaking to people who have been on trips the past 3 days, no whale sharks have been spotted. One couple said one was spotted (and despite them researching tours for being kind to the animals / suddenly it had 20 boats chasing - not my jam!). The locals think there’s been a change in the currents which has sent the whale sharks further out. So while I can’t do the activity I’m fairly ok given that it’s unlikely I would have seen the whale sharks anyway!

2. At like 9am I got up to get food. Still really craving fruit and veges, a smoothie bowl was what I was after. Unfortunately the main local place for this appeared to be shut but I found somewhere nearby with one of the menu. It honestly took nearly 100 years to be served (ok, an hour). This was due to them running on Island/Mexican time + because of my lack of Spanish I was a tad more ignored than other guests. After my bowl arrived the number of patrons increased. A solo girl came in and took the last seat at a bench directly in the sun. She looked like she was trying to avoid it, kept moving her seat etc. felt like being a good person so asked if she spoke English (turns out she was English) and offered for her to sit at the other seat of my table which was in the shade and had the fan on it. She was very much appreciative and then we ended up chatting till 11.30am! The cafe was very very slow in providing bills as well. Given the strength of the sun it was quite nice to chill! She noticed the band on my hand and turns out we’re staying at the same place (Tribu). Another girl from the hostel arrived in this time also to eat before we all headed back in together.

3. I wanted to face today properly rather than hiding in the shade as I had yesterday. While the girls had laundry and admin to do. I went back to my dorm and got my backpack, a sarong towel, togs and slapped on sunblock/bug spray. After getting everything together I wandered 5 minutes into town and bought some Doritos and a cookie (healthy living everyone). I then walked approximately 2km to Punta Cocos, one of the most western points on the island. I tried to do most of the walk via the beach but there were a few areas this wasn’t possible and so I walked the road instead (adding time between beach and road a couple would’ve increased the KM). Once there not much to do, it’s just a beach! So I lay down my sarong towel for some napping and reading. After napping and reading for ages I noticed a guy who was taking photos had a top which said ‘sweet as bro’. Probably the most quintessential kiwi saying ever. I asked if he and his friend spoke English (yes but they were German) but turns out he’d travelled NZ with KiwiExperience and was wearing a top from this. The front of the top also said ‘handle the jandal’! A lot of Kiwi in one top. Given the amount I’ve chatted to random people in the past day, I’m starting to realise I am my fathers daughter!

4. From Punta Cocos I had wanted to head to Punta Citicote. This is the marsh areas at the bottom of the island. There’s a dirt road that takes you there. I think most people hire bikes but I was on my feet and they were the most practical way to get there for me at the time. I got about half way there from Punta coco but unfortunately had to stop. There was a puddle the size of a wee lake preventing me going further. While I could’ve braved going over, I’m aware that there are crocodiles and other animals in the marsh areas and given the water had risen they could come further in. Probably not worth the risk given I was off beaten track with no one knowing where I was (sorry mum/dad!). So instead I backtracked and then walked along the beach again (hopefully) building on my tan before arriving at Tribu. I’ve read online that when it rains on Holbox the streets all flood as it just doesn’t have the systems to cope. I chilled in the hammocks for a while and was eventually joined by the English girls I’d had breakfast with (Micky and Grace for future reference if they keep making appearances!). Micky had gone to the shops for a mango on her way and I ended up following suit and getting one not much later (delicious!) before wandering down to the beach from 6-8pm for sunset and to read.

5. Back at the hostel I realised the bus to Playa for Wednesday was sold out so cemented my plans to go to Valladoid for a night before onto Playa del Carmen (still allowing for a day at Akumal). Moving a bit faster than I’d like but I can chill in July once the next tour is over. Annoyingly the internet here isn’t very good but I managed to book a ticket/pay for it but unfortunately I don’t have a ticket - it never sent to my email or the app (despite paying). So in the morning I’ll do it on the hostels wired computer and pay whatever is needed for them to print the ticket. As I was chilling doing this a girl I had previously met came over. The first day I got here I said out loud how it would be cool to hire a bike and then at 6am bike to the other side of the island. Anyway she was there when I said it and is deadset on the plan. However with my ear how it is I just want to rest more. In case I’m in pain (as I am now) I don’t really want to commit to anything. While I was happily going to do it on my own I don’t know if she’s of the same vain (and subsequently I kinda feel bad for not going (I don’t even know her name!!) I do hope she gets up to do it herself. It’s only a 30 minute walk to if I’m up before 8am I’ll do it that way instead. Anyway after all this I ended up wandering to go get dinner on my own. They popped me at a big table where a couple was sitting. When my food came the couple was super interested in my food (I had a quesadilla and mollettes) so ended up chatting to them for the rest of my dinner - they were from Germany (same as couple from earlier today, said they loved NZ too). How lucky am I to call it home. Every time I go to a beach (they’re white snad but not so fluffy here) it reminds me how good we have it in NZ!

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justjessame · 4 years

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Diamonds Are A Boy’s Best Friend Chapter 25

Meeting my grandfather, my Pop-Pop was wonderful. My father and Lily hadn’t come back from frolicking at the Miramar, so we had time to ourselves. He insisted that we go somewhere private, away from prying eyes, and I agreed. The diner, slowly becoming my safety zone, was the best I could offer. Especially since, I had to vomit twice after Stevie left the house.

He was waiting for me when I arrived. I’d called a taxi, not feeling up to another long walk with my stomach still revolting against the idea of putting anything in my mouth. He stood up as soon as I walked in, staring at me as though he were looking at a ghost.

“Lizzie?” Getting closer to him, he held his arms open and I stepped into his embrace with a sigh. “Oh, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of my head. “You look just like my Doris.” I smiled into his shirt as he held me tight. “No worries, Lizzie, Pop-Pop is here.”

We sat in the same booth that I’d shared with Ike. Me on one side, my grandfather on the other. He couldn’t stop staring at me and I was growing a bit embarrassed. “Tell me about him.” Ike. The first thing he wanted to know about was Ike.

“I met him not long after Father insisted I come ‘home’.” I was remembering my first walk to the Miramar Playa. “I saw him punch a man in a picket line. He looked unruffled and sure.” Wistfully, I told him about my lunch. About how Ike had given me a tour of his dream come to life. “Nothing happened, not for some time actually.” I wanted him to understand that neither of us took it lightly, the infidelity, the immorality. “We kissed once, but Father insisted I go stay for a week. To give him an unbiased idea of how successful the resort really was, and that’s when-” I took a deep breath. “I cut it off. His wife,” he was nodding, listening and staring at me as though I were telling him a fairy tale, which I supposed it was. “She befriended me. And I guess, seeing her as a person-”

“Made it harder for you to continue?” I nodded and stared at my hands on the table. “But it did continue?” Another nod. “And now you’re in trouble?”

“The test results aren’t back yet.” Barely a whisper. “He loves me, Pop-Pop. And I-”

“You were a pawn in a game your father wanted to play, mammy.” He shook his head. “Now the father of my great-grandbaby,” I shook my head. “Come now, you can’t keep anything down, we don’t need the test to tell us what we already know, Lizzie.” I felt like the weight of the world was crashing down on me. “He’s in jail, for first degree, and his wife is rushing around playing the role he told you was yours.” He shook his head. “I want to talk to his lawyer.” Another nod from me. “Let me hear what he says about this Klein. You prepared to leave?”

“If it’s necessary.” I didn’t want to, but what else could I do? “What about Father?”

“Ben and I are going to have a very long chat, Lizzie. And he’s not gonna like what I have to say.” He sighed, then reached for my hand. “Listen, the baby, it’s my blood. It’s your blood. It doesn’t need this putz that can’t seem to make up his mind about you.” I opened my mouth to argue, but stopped. Maybe he was right. “At least he sent a warning about this State’s Attorney being interested in you. For that, I give him the benefit of the doubt. But that’s it, my Lizzie. That’s all he’s getting.”

“I was just as wrong, Pop-Pop.” He shook his head. “I was. ��I gave in, I fell in love with him.”

“You only hurt yourself, mammy. He’s hurting his family.” He shook his head. “And your father, he put all this in motion. I was coming anyway, but this,” another shake, “this is too much.” He studied me, his eyes tight. “You’re beautiful, Lizzie, but you look exhausted. Let Pop-Pop take care of things? I’ll get you home with your family, and you’ll see, it’ll all be better.” I hoped he was right.

I called the Miramar and asked to be put through to the Atlantis. Stevie, by some stroke of wonder, answered.

“Stevie? It’s Liz, could you please have Mr. Raskin call me?” He sounded confused, but I told him I’d spoken to the lawyer the previous night. “Please?”

“Yeah, sure, Liz. I’ll call his office now.” I thanked him and hung up, turning back to the room I’d lived in during the most complicated time of my life so far. Pop-Pop was with my father, so far no shots had been fired, but I was too focused on packing to really focus on any noises coming from outside my locked door.

I was wrapping my framed photographs when the phone rang and Lily called up to tell me it was for me. Tossing down the scarf I was planning on wrapping my family photo in, I picked up the receiver and listened as the click came from downstairs.

“Hello?” I offered, and sighed in relief that it was Mr. Raskin. “Thank you for getting back to me, Mr. Raskin.”

“I think you’ve earned the right to call me Sid, Miss Diamond.” I smiled. “Stevie said you sounded worried when you called, what can I do for you?”

“Could you meet me?” The phone wasn’t safe, and I didn’t want the poor man at the house around Father when he discussed the situation with my grandfather. “I, you wanted me to contact someone to help me, and he wants to hear all of the information from you.”

“Sure, same place?” I agreed and he said he could be there in two hours. Setting the time and place, he signed off by telling me, “Ike wants to be sure you know he’s worried about your stress, Miss Diamond. He wants you to be safe, and he wants you to keep the worrying down.”

“Easier said than done, Sid.” I promised we’d be there at the arranged time, and I hung up, sighing at the thought of having to go downstairs and being forced to face my father.

I didn’t have to, it turned out. A soft knock on my door, followed by my grandfather asking to come inside made life a little easier. I invited him in and he took a glance around, the clothes still unpacked, but the photographs tucked carefully in their case. His eyes landed on the last bracelet I’d worn out to dinner that I hadn’t put away.

“Doris loved this piece.” My head, which was bent over the case I used for my vanity, snapped up. “You didn’t know?” I shook my head. “I sent the package to Ben, all of my girl’s jewelry, for him to forward it to you. There was a letter, I told you how much you reminded me of her, and how much I missed seeing you toddle toward me, though you were about thirteen by then, so you were well past that stage.” I wondered how he knew what I looked like. "I have photos. I was kept updated about your-" More spying, I thought, but this wasn't nearly as invasive as what my father had done since I arrived in Miami.

“There wasn’t a letter.” I was staring at him as he let that knowledge hit. “And the jewelry? I got it in dribbles and drabs.” He shook his head and shot a dirty look toward my door. “I would have written back.”

“I wondered.” He sat down on the foot of my bed. “I sent cards. I sent letters. Nothing.” I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up at me. “I thought you hated me. That you were angry that I forced Ben’s hand and sent you to what I thought was safety.”

“You couldn’t have known-” No one could have guessed at the evil lurking in Germany. “No one knew.” I considered his confession though. “You wanted me far away from our family?”

“I wanted you free and clear of us, at least until you were old enough to-” He looked at my midsection and sighed. “I wanted none of our stain on you. I wanted you to have a better shot of it, Lizzie. I promised your mama.” I sat beside him on the bed and he took the hand I’d put on his shoulder in his. “She realized, too late, that she should have picked-” he shook his head. “She regretted staying so close to home. When she died, I always felt she knew it was coming, cause she came to me and made me promise to get you free of it. Of him, of us.” It was loaded, the way he admitted Ben's danger, but his as well. He was staring at my hand. “And here you are, in the thick of it, just like she didn’t want.”

I thought changing the subject might be warranted. “Ike’s attorney called.” He was listening, even as he was tracing the veins on the back of my hand. “He’ll meet us at the diner, in-” I checked the clock, “about an hour.”

“Good.” He looked up and took in how fast I was packing everything up. “And you’re packing fast.”

“Hazard of travelling extensively during breaks.” It was true, I’d lived out of my suitcases for most of my life after school. “Leaving school was an adventure. I had Europe as my playground.”

“You were happy?” I considered the question.

“I had moments of pure joy.” He met my eyes, hearing the pain in my voice. “I felt unwanted most of the time. Orphaned.”

“That wasn’t my intention, Lizzie.” I nodded. “I just wanted to keep you safe.”

And here he was, trying to do it again.

We were getting ready to leave for the diner when I was told the call that had just been answered was for me. “Hello?” I was trying to decide if I should try a few crackers, on the off chance that I could get strength from the tiny bit of nourishment, while Pop-Pop held my purse.

“Liz,” I shut my eyes hearing Vera’s voice saying my name. “You’ve heard, I’m sure.”

“I have, but Vera, I’m heading out right now.” Pop-Pop’s eyes were on me, I could feel them. “I’m sorry, but it’s an important appointment, could we talk later?”

“Sure,” she sounded like I’d slapped her. “Of course you have other commitments.” She didn’t sound convinced about that, and I could hear her thinking about how I don’t really socialize outside of her, Ike's family, and my own.

“It’s a doctor’s appointment, Vera.” And I heard her intake of breath. There it was, her realization that I was sick. “If I didn’t feel so horrible, I’d cancel, but-”

“I’m so sorry, Liz, I-” She sighed and my eyes opened to confirm the heavy feeling of being observed while I lied to my lover’s wife. “Go, we’ll talk later. I hope you feel much better.”

“Thank you, and we WILL talk,” I just didn’t offer her a time or mention that I might be far away when it took place.

Pop-Pop listened as I said my goodbye and hung up. “You don’t like lying to her.” I shook my head and took my purse from him. “Then don’t.” Simple, but also very difficult. “You’re leaving, Lizzie, might as well burn the damn town down on your way out.” I gave a disbelieving chuckle as we headed to see Sid. “You’re a Berman, Elizabeth, never forget that.” And with his hand on my lower back, he guided me from Ben’s house and into a waiting car.

The diner. Would I ever be able to associate it with anything or anyone other than Ike? Probably not, I thought, finding Sid waiting in ‘our’ booth. Pop-Pop and Sid stood as I slid across the bench to settle by the window, and then they joined me. My grandfather beside me, Sid, looked less sweaty and nervous than during our prior meeting, took the seat across from us. I made the introductions and saw the bobbing of the lawyer’s Adam’s apple and his hand shake as he took Pop-Pop’s.

“Mr. Berman.” Another bob, a tell tale sign of a hard swallow. I glanced at Pop-Pop and tried to see him from Sid’s point of view, but he still just looked like my grandfather. His reputation must precede him like my father’s. “Miss Diamond said you wanted to speak to me?”

“Tell me about Isaac's situation and how it affects my Lizzie.” And Sid, taking a deep breath to calm himself, and told Pop-Pop much the same story he’d given me. He stopped only twice, once when the waitress asked if we needed anything, and a second time when she brought coffee for Pop-Pop and seltzer water for me. When Sid came to the part where Klein had threatened Ike with my discomfort, I felt my grandfather stiffen beside me. Hearing it reaffirmed, I supposed, made it more troubling.

“This Klein,” he took a sip of his coffee and sighed. “He’s dangerous.” Looking at me, he gave a comforting smile and patted my hand. “You finish packing tonight, Lizzie, and you’ll be on a plane in the morning.” I started to ask where I’d be going, but he held up a hand. Giving Sid a sideways glance, he offered, “the less anyone knows, the better.” Oh.

“I won’t be able to say goodbye,” it hit me then, that Ike had sent this warning, but I wouldn’t be able to see him before I left. All my ire about the photos that Ben taunted me with, all the uncertainty fell away and the urge to see him, to touch him was nearly overwhelming. “Will I?”

Both men looked at me with such sadness and pity that I wanted to scream, but I just shook my head at the complete mess I’d become entangled in. “It’s better this way,” Pop-Pop promised. “You don’t need the strain right now, Lizzie.”

I nodded, but I felt such a flash of pain at not being able to see his face one more time that I was happy I was seated, because I was certain that if I had been on my feet, my knees would have given way.

“I can give him a message,” Sid offered, like a gift. I was about to ask if he could deliver a note, but Pop-Pop seemed to know where my mind had gone.

“Nothing in writing, sweetheart.” Of course, Klein again. “No calls, no visits, no notes. It’s safer this way.” Safer, but no less heartbreaking.

“Tell him-” What? That I love him? That I wish he was coming with me? That I wanted his hand in mine when I got the confirmation I was more sure was coming from the test, to see his eyes light up and his dimples deepen at being right? I swallowed past the pain building and sighed. “Tell him I wish this-” A deep breath and I closed my eyes. “I wish that things were different.” So far from everything I wanted to say, but Sid couldn’t carry it to him. It had to come from my lips, I had to see his face when I said it.

“It’s time to go, Lizzie.” I nodded and gave Sid my hand. He took it and covered it with his other hand. “I’ll be in touch,” he promised Ike’s attorney, and then we were gone. Back to Father’s house, back to packing up my life, and back to having no real home to call my own.

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It’s rare that we ask anybody else to share anything via our website, but we’ve made some new friends in the online travel community that we think are pretty awesome. Jackie and Daryl are two adventurous ladies that we stumbled across on Instagram and we really wanted to share them and their unique perspectives with everyone. They’ve been sharing via their Instagram and are adding content to their new blog Lesbians Who Travel. We asked them about their top destinations for LGBT travel and they gave some great ideas.

We’ve been to a few of these beautiful locations which are perfect for outdoor experiences but still need to visit some. We’ll let them be our guides any day. And since you’re going to love what they’re sharing (trust me, you will), you’ll want to give them a follow too. I can’t wait to see where they go next and what destinations for LGBT travel they share with us!

An introduction to our LGBT travel friends

Jackie is a Miami native, and Daryl, is a native of Philadelphia. They’re newlyweds and are perpetually nomadic (lucky gals). They’ve been traveling the world together for their careers ever since they met on OKCupid while living in New York City in 2012. From there, it’s been mountains, beaches, sunshine and mud baths. Amazing women!

And a note from Jackie and Daryl about why they share their travels:

Travel enables us to learn more about ourselves as we navigate the world around us. By sharing our experiences as a same-sex couple, we aspire to inspire others in the LGBTQ+ community to grow by exploring their world.

This is precisely why we invited them to share via our own blog: we want to inspire others to step out and visit someplace new, knowing that we won’t be well received everywhere we go, but we also aren’t going to help change that for anybody else if we stay home. Lesbians Who Travel is totally on our wavelength. And now for their travel ideas from their own experiences…

Five of the Top Destinations for LGBT travel (and everyone else too!)

Something we love about Lesbians Who Travel is that they share everything from tropical beaches to rural America. They totally get it that there is more to finding great outdoors experiences than booking a ticket to Cancun and calling it good… even though Cancun and Playa del Carmen are amazing. Not knocking them because we love visiting Mexico, but just pointing out that there is so much more to explore than your standard getaways.

The other reason we love these two ladies and how they share their travels is because they don’t preface everything with “as a gay couple” or “for LGBT travelers…” but present their view as though it’s just like anybody else’s in the world. Like us, they’re all about just being a part of where they are and wanting to explore and feel welcome like anybody. Anyways, and now their favorite activities in their top destinations for LGBT travel (and everyone else too)…

Santa Fe, New Mexico – Hot Air Balloon Ride

I surprised Daryl with a hot air balloon ride for her 30th birthday. Johnny of Santa Fe Balloons picked us up around 5:15 am with his co-pilot, Jeannie. Once we reached a designated deserted area, he and Jeannie began to inflate the balloon. Before we knew it, they asked us to hop in the basket and we started to float up, up, and away! It was a feeling we had never experienced before, full of weightlessness and silence. We floated high above the mountains, and saw wildlife running about in the desert.

Johnny and Jeanie were so knowledgeable, and they taught us all about balloons and the history of the hot air balloon. Daryl and I chatted with the duo, and smiled from ear to ear the entire ride. Once we touched down, our pilots provided us with champagne, cheese, and snacks, as is customary after balloon rides, and Daryl and I were presented with a certificate. Johnny and Jeannie have varying sizes of balloons to accommodate different size groups. We think this is a must-do activity when visiting Santa Fe.

Tip: our friends Caz and Craig over at yTravel Blog also loved Santa Fe and have some great ideas for activities and enjoying the area.

courtesy of Lesbians Who Travel

Vieques, Puerto Rico – Bio Bay Tour

We went on Abe’s bio-luminescent bay kayak tour late in the evening. As we waited in the parking lot for our tour guides, a handsome herd of white wild horses meandered by. Once everyone arrived, we boarded a bus to the bay. It was almost pitch black out, but the moonlight provided all the light we needed. Daryl and I donned our life vests and got in a double kayak.

We paddled in a pack of 10 boats, following our guide down the bay into pitch darkness. We remember hearing every sound of nature as we quietly found our way into the bay. We felt like we were traveling back in time with a nomadic pack of comrades. Once we reached our spot, our paddle movements began to light up the water around us. Our guide described to us that bio-luminescence is phytoplankton that emit a flash of light when the water is agitated, so as our hands and paddles glided through the water, it looked like we were in a fairy tale. It was simply magical.

Tip: the crew at GoNomad have even more ideas for a visit to Vieques, and know what? They ALSO recommended Abe’s for a getting out on the water. Must be good. 🙂

courtesy of Lesbians Who Travel

Hawley, Pennsylvania – Spa Resort in the Pocono Mountains

We spent our honeymoon at a getaway in the great outdoors of the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. The Lodge at Woodloch is an all-inclusive spa resort, and Woodloch’s family friendly resort located down the road actually beat out Disney as the country’s best family friendly resort!

We stayed at the Lodge for a more relaxing, romantic, luxury spa experience. The amenities, rooms, food, service, and experiences at this resort were out of this world. The spa and massages were amazing, and we were also provided with countless activities; biking, kayaking, stand up paddle boarding (SUP), archery, fly fishing, wine tastings, garden and beehive tours, art classes, hiking and more. To top it all off, we roasted s’mores by the campfire and star gazed through a telescope. A stay at The Lodge at Woodloch can be a splurge, but well worth it to have such an incredibly luxurious experience in a perfectly gorgeous location!

Tip: we don’t talk a lot about winter destinations for LGBT travel, but Hawley seems to be a nice snowy escape too. We started researching it once Jackie and Daryl recommended it and it looks awesome.

courtesy of Lesbians Who Travel

Cinque Terre, Italy – Hiking

Cinque Terre translates to “five towns” in Italian. Guest what: there is a hiking trail that allows people to hike through those five colorful, picturesque seaside towns! While we were visiting, one of the trails between two of the towns was shut down due to a landslide. That was no issue for us as we took a ferry with stunning storybook views of the colorful towns, and continued on with our hike at the next town. We took a rest at a mountaintop restaurant a few hours into the hike where we had some drinks while enjoying the views from the beautiful outdoor seating area covered in hanging grapevines.

Note: we have also done the hike through all five towns of the Cinque Terre and can 100% confirm that it’s the most incredible, unforgettable place. It was the Italy we’d always heard about but hadn’t seen until we were actually there in the hills off the coast. Totally amazeballs.

courtesy of Lesbians Who Travel

St. John, U.S. Virgin Islands – Snorkeling

St. John is where the party is at for snorkeling! It is easy to rent snorkel gear from St. John Beach Bum before heading to the beaches. We swam and snorkeled alongside giant schools of tarpon, sea turtles, sting rays, a nurse shark, an eel, thousands of colorful fish, and more! Most of the time we were around other snorkelers, but we did have some moments of solitude in the beauty of the deep blue sea.

We loved snorkeling through the underwater snorkel trail on Trunk Bay Beach. Francis Bay Beach was great for snorkeling next to sea turtles and stingrays. Waterlemon Cay is the best snorkeling on the island, but we saw a nurse shark there that got us a little anxious, though was apparently not a concern. Incredible.

Note: the areas Jackie and Daryl recommend partially fall within Virgin Islands National Park, so be sure to set aside some time to pop into the Visitors Center for your National Parks Passport stamps.

courtesy of Lesbians Who Travel

Do you see why we asked Lesbians Who Travel about their top destinations for LGBT travel? They visit such a range of places and cover territory we’ve never stepped foot in. Hopefully they’ll have more to share with us soon, as we know that they aren’t going to stop traveling and will only have more and more beautiful experiences to share with the LGBT travel community.

Five perfect destinations for LGBT travel (and everyone else too!) It's rare that we ask anybody else to share anything via our website, but we've made some new friends in the online travel community that we think are pretty awesome.

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Part 1/? - Transmission Part 2/? - The Sandhill Hotel Part 3/? - Piccadilly Part 4/? - The Future Part 5/? - Too Late Part 6/? - The Mystery of the Missing Time Machine Part 7/? - Underway Part 8/? - The Sierra Bunker Part 9/? - Cross-Country Part 10/? - The Pit Part 11/? - Calls for Help Part 12/? - Campout and Reunion Part 13/? - Apocalypse Bunker

Nobody wanted to make the trip back to Los Angeles by car – that would be a twenty-four hour drive, and Peggy and Howard were both in need of showers and clean clothing again – but Kevin very nearly insisted on it. He had quite a lot of work and equipment in his car that he didn’t want to just leave in an airport parking lot. He only changed his mind after Toulouse offered to rent him a storage locker for it in the city of Cody, and pinky-swore that she wouldn’t make him pay her back.

They caught a red-eye flight that was only half-full. Toulouse took the window seat with Peggy next to her, and Kevin and Howard across the way. The stewardesses served very bad coffee, and then, with nobody in the rows in front of or behind them, they were able to talk.

“I never asked what you found,” Toulouse said. Her voice had a hopeful note in it, as if she wasn’t sure Peggy would answer, but wanted to ask just in case.

“Not what we expected to find,” Peggy replied. “It turned out the bunker was still in use after all – that’s how we were captured and ended up being nearly thrown down a bottomless hole. We did get to meet the mysterious Mr. Smith they mentioned in London, though.”

“Oh?” Toulouse asked. “Who was he?”

“We still don’t know,” Peggy said. “We never heard his first name. With our usual luck it’s ‘John’.”

“What did he look like?” Toulouse wanted to know.

Peggy did her best to describe him, but for the most part Mr. Smith had been as unremarkable as his name. “Brown hair, starting to gray, receding a bit. Brown eyes. Wore a shirt and tie. He might have been in his mid-thirties. He wasn’t somebody who would stand out. I can tell you,” she added, “that he had dreadful taste in art. He had this enormous gold painting that took up an entire wall of his office.”

Toulouse sat up a bit, as if this sounded familiar to her, then settled down again and closed her eyes.

“Did you want to say something?” Peggy asked.

“No,” said Toulouse. “I was sitting on something.”

“At least we know it wasn’t Will Smith,” Kevin remarked.

Eventually the pilot announced that they would be landing soon, and passengers began returning to their seats and doing up their belts. Toulouse had her laptop out, but she’d been staring at her thesis without getting any typing done. At the announcement, she folded it up and slid it back into her oversized purse, then flopped back in her seat again and shut her eyes.

“I don’t wanna go back there,” she moaned.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Peggy said.

“No, you’ll need me to show you where it is,” said Toulouse. “I just… god, I can’t believe this whole time, all this was going on right under my nose and I never knew about it! Am I just stupid?” She looked at Peggy pleadingly.

“Of course not,” said Peggy. “You’re a little naïve, perhaps, but I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“You have a master’s degree,” Howard reminded her.

“I am working on my master’s degree,” said Toulouse. “I don’t have it yet!”

“It’s not actually that hard to get a master’s degree,” said Kevin. “It’s just expensive – it’s basically a practice PhD.”

“You’re not helping,” Peggy told him.

They landed, and since Toulouse refused to go back to the Sandhill Playa Del Rey or any other hotel her family owned, the group got two rooms in a motel attached to the airport and caught a few hours’ sleep there. In the morning they made a quick trip to the shops in the terminal for new clothes. This time Peggy was able to find herself quite a nice rust-coloured blazer and trousers, and a cream-coloured blouse. It was still quite unlike what she would have worn in the 1940s, but far more to her tastes than the clothes from the secondhand shop. Howard, on the other hand, sauntered out of a souvenir shop in a bomber jacket and a shirt with a large, grainy, black and white photograph of the Hollywood sign printed on it, overlaid on a bulls-eye of bright colours.

“Who dresses you at home?” Peggy asked him.

“Jarvis,” he said.

“I knew it.”

From there it was only a short drive to the Playa Del Rey. From the outside, the hotel looked perfectly normal – a sleek new building with lots of glass and palm trees planted all around it, like a hundred others in the area. It didn’t look like somewhere people would hide an apocalypse bunker, but of course, that was exactly where an apocalypse bunker ought to be.

Toulouse was evidently still worried about being recognized, because she nervously reached up to make sure her hair was still hidden by her knitted hat as she got out of the car. She led them inside and through the lobby into the courtyard, where there was a big outdoor swimming pool. As it was still only about ten in the morning, very few people were using this yet. On the far side of it, they entered a section of the building that was off-limits to guests, used mainly for housekeeping and storage. Three elevators there allowed the staff to access the upper floors. Toulouse went to the last one in the row and pressed the button.

The bell rang and the door opened at once. They followed Toulouse inside, and she opened a panel below the floor buttons, and punched in a code that must have been her dead brother’s birthday. The door slid shut, and the car began to descend. Since it was not meant for gusts, there was no music playing inside. The only sound was Toulouse’s breathing, which was very slow but very loud. It was the sound of somebody trying to keep herself calm, and failing.

A light indicated that they’d reached the first basement level, then the second. There was no indicator light for a third floor down, but they kept going. It must have been at least two or three storeys below what would formally be considered the basement when the doors finally opened. At first, only darkness was visible outside, but then lights in the ceiling flickered on to show a long underground hallway. This was very bare, with linoleum floors, cinder block walls, and pipes and wires visible in the ceiling. Toulouse began walking forward.

“Some of these are dorm rooms,” she said, her voice trembling. “And there’s one that’s a cafeteria, although there’s no food in it right now. The big ones down the end, those are the warehouses.”

“Definitely looks like somebody’s ready for the end of the world,” Howard observed. “This place could survive an a-bomb.”

“Or a supervolcano,” Kevin agreed.

Toulouse took them down to the end of the hallway, where there was a T-junction with a wider corridor. Down the opposite side of this were multiple sets of double doors, all of them unmarked. Toulouse turned left, and took them to the second one from the end.

“This one’s the weird one,” she said.

She opened the door and turned on a light, which illuminated a large open space divided into blocks and aisles by lines of white tape laid down on the floor. In the blocks were high metal shelves, with boxes and crates stacked up on them. At first it looked like a furniture warehouse, but then Peggy began to notice the details. In one place, there was a stack of what appeared to be bricks, covered by a piece of canvas – but when the canvas moved as the ventilation system started running, the light glinted off gold underneath it. On the shelf above were rows of canvases. Peggy went up and moved one to see what it was, and found a pastoral landscape. Behind it was another, exactly the same, and another, and another. She moved further down the shelf and lifted a sheet to see what was underneath it, and was startled to find another copy of Klimt’s Dido, the same size as the one that had been in Smith’s office. Behind it were two more, all identical. The gold leaf was even flaking away from one corner in exactly the same spot.

“Here,” Toulouse pulled a box down from another shelf and brought it over. Inside were filing folders, marked with numbers. Peggy took one out and opened it, and frowned at what she saw – at first the image didn’t make any sense. It was something sitting on the platform of one of the time machines, but the object didn’t look like anything in particular. Just an undifferentiated mass of flesh, with some hair in it. She turned the picture over and found someone had written the word original on the back.

“Original what?” she murmured.

Behind the first picture in the pile was a second, which showed a similarly twisted and distorted shape. This one, however, wasn’t quite so unrecognizable. It was clearly an animal, white with large brown patches… and to her horror, Peggy realized it was a cow. The time machine must have failed, putting the animal together all wrong and partially inside-out. She quickly turned it over so she would have to look at it. The back of this one had first repair attempt written on it.

“It’s pretty bad, isn’t it?” asked Toulouse.

“It is, rather.” Peggy slid the folder back into the box.

“The aliens are over here,” Toulouse said grimly.

She led them down an aisle, past a shelf stacked high with metal boxes. One of these had been dragged down and opened, revealing the glowing crystals nestled in Styrofoam. That must have been the one Toulouse herself had looked in earlier. One of the crystals had something written on it in black marker – Peggy stopped and turned it a bit to see, and found it said cow.

Down the very end, against the far wall, was a line of big, boxy freezers that opened at the top. Toulouse went up to one of these and took a deep breath, then lifted the lid very slightly for a peek inside. Peggy could see a light come on inside it. A split second later, Toulouse dropped the lid again and turned away, breathing heavily.

“It’s gone, isn’t it?” asked Peggy, her heart sinking. It would just figure if whatever they were here to see had vanished, just like the time machine at the Piccadilly.

“No, it’s still there,” said Toulouse. “I just wanted to check.” She opened the freezer again, this time while keeping her eyes fixed on the ceiling so she wouldn’t have to see the contents again. Peggy, Howard, and Kevin stepped closer for a look.

“Okay, that?” said Kevin. “That is some John Carpenter shit right there.”

For a moment Peggy thought the freezer contained multiple dead human bodies. Then she realized it was only one body, but like the cows in the photograph, it was badly distorted. The frozen corpse was that of a naked white male, but he had four arms, one set above the other, and rather than having a head, his swollen face was embedded in his upper set of pectoral muscles, stretched out horizontally to take up nearly the entire chest. His eyes were eight inches apart, the mouth below them nearly as wide. There was a second mouth lower down, just above the navel. This one was more normally sized, but the teeth were around it instead of inside it.

Toulouse lowered the lid again. “There are more in the others,” she said.

Peggy knew she wouldn’t like what she saw, but she went to the freezer on the right and opened it. This one actually did contain two corpses, both short, somewhat overweight white men, lying chest-to-chest… but when she looked closer, Peggy realized they were fused at the head. Their necks came together into a bulb with two balding scalps and a gnarled and multi-lobed ear, and no faces. Repulsed, she began to shut the lid, then stopped when she noticed something even worse.

One of the arms was in a plaster cast. It had been broken and set. Peggy needed a moment to really consciously process the implications of that, and when she did she felt sick. Setting an arm wasn’t something anyone would do for a corpse, not even a corpse they meant to keep for whatever horrible reason. The thing in the freezer must have been alive long enough to break the arm, and to have it set in the hope of healing. Somebody had wanted to keep him alive.

“Peg?” asked Howard. The name came out in a high-pitched squeak, and he had to clear his throat and try again. “Peg?”

“Yes?” Peggy lowered the freezer lid and turned to look. Toulouse was now sitting on a stack of filing boxes a couple of yards away, hugging her own shoulders in utter misery. The men had moved on a couple of freezers down, where they’d opened another one. Kevin was staring into it, while Howard motioned for Peggy to come see.

Peggy’s own steps were a little wobbly as she went to join them. It was no wonder Toulouse had been traumatized by this place – Peggy could picture the young woman sitting alone in this huge room, frantically trying to get in touch with the only people she thought might believe her. What had she thought when she couldn’t get an answer from them?

Inside the other freezer was yet another deformed corpse. This one had multiple limbs sprouting from places limbs do not belong, including an arm growing out of a thigh and a set of toes protruding from a shoulder. The face of this one, however, was relatively intact. It was gray and slightly bloated from death, but it was a very distinctive face, and one Peggy knew all too well.

It was Armin Zola.

Her heart almost stopped. The other two hadn’t had recognizable faces, but they’d both had the same build. Were they all Zola? And if so…

“You see it?” asked Howard.

“I do,” said Peggy. “What does it mean, though?” Had he made multiple attempts to go time-travelling and they’d failed? But if so, why were there several corpses left?

Howard lowered the freezer lid. “Well, I could be wrong, that’s been known to happen,” he said, “but I think it meant that thing isn’t a time machine. It was never a time machine.”

“What in god’s name is it, then?” asked Peggy.

“It’s a matter copier,” said Howard. “Information must be stored in those crystals, and the machine reads it to reconstruct the subject later. Remember Sutcliffe said Zola used cows to test the machine and there were a lot of tests? That’s why we were finding cows back in 1948, and that’s why they’re turning up now – because HYDRA is going through the crystals looking for something and most of them just encode a cow. When I touched the coils and it short-circuited, there must have still been a blank crystal hooked up to the machine…”

“And we were copied into it,” Peggy finished for him.

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Title: Sway With Me (Part 8.)

Character(s): Ike Evans and Sisi (original female character) Summary: Ben decides to intervene in Ike’s relationship with Sisi in order to get what he wants. Word Count: 2,762 Warning: SMUT!!! Author's Note: Man, oh man. Ben is a greedy sonofabitch. Gotta add some smut to contrast with the upcoming angst ;-). Hehe, enjoy!

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Since Ike decided that Sisi shouldn’t come back to the Miramar Playa, he found it very difficult to wait for the next time he could see her. His mind was swimming of thoughts that surrounded Sisi. Ever since they finally took the next step and had sex, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Today, however, Ike was more than excited to teach. Usually, the Miramar Playa came first before anything else, but when he realized that he was going to be able to see her today, Ike dressed in the nicest of suits and styled his hair perfectly. He knew he didn’t need to impress her, but there was that underlying need to look good for her. She was younger than he was, and there was always competition especially since Sisi was so beautiful. Ike knew he shouldn’t let his insecurities play a factor, but Sisi was out of his league and he was just lucky enough to have her in his life.

Once he tied his tie, Ike flattened it against his chest and slid on his blazer. Ike made sure that Lauren had breakfast before he left the suite. It had become easier to raise a young girl since his wife passed away, but Stevie and Danny helped a great deal too.

Ike eagerly arrived on campus. He couldn’t wait to see Sisi. He stepped into the building and walked directly to his classroom. Using his keys, he unlocked the door and turned the lights on after inputting the code to disarm the alarm. He set his briefcase down onto the desk in the front of the classroom and sighed, smiling to himself. His eyes zeroed in on the seat that Sisi always sat in and in just an hour, she was going to be there.

Sisi contemplated on going to school early. She wondered how Ike would react if he saw her waiting at the door, eagerly excited to attend his class. The other women in her class also thought Ike was a handsome man, but her insecurities disappeared when his eyes would linger in her direction. He paid no attention to anyone else but her. It made her feel special.

Sisi tucked in her dark green, tight fitting long sleeve into her light brown skirt. Her skirt reached halfway to her shins, but she secured the waistband with a darkened brown belt to showcase her curves even more. She slid into her black flats and grabbed her bag, making sure her hair was impeccably curled. Sisi never found the need to dress nicely for school, but now that she was taking a class with Ike, she realized she needed to look good.

An hour later, students were piling into Ike’s classroom. He had written on the board for upcoming assignments and the lecture for today’s class session. Every time someone entered the class, Ike peered up from his desk to see if it was Sisi. He was disappointed every time. Though, when he removed his glasses to rub his eyes, Sisi entered the classroom and sat in the front of the class like always.

She bit her lower lip, taking out her pen and notebook to place on her desk. Sisi waited, tapping the end of her pen against her lower lip as she took in Ike’s attire. He was dressed in a black and white suit that fitted him so well that her mind drifted back to the passionate night they shared a few weeks ago.

However, Ike glanced at his watch and realized that class needed to begin. As he looked up, he caught sight of Sisi and immediately grinned. He was worried for a moment that she wasn’t going to make it.

“All right, class. Let’s start.” Ike smiled, standing from his desk to walk to the front of the classroom.

He began lecturing, lingering near Sisi as he walked from one end of the class to the other. Ike projected his voice clearly and loudly for the entire classroom to hear, but she found herself imagining what it was like to have him whisper into her ear as he pounded against her.

She squeezed her legs absently, draping one over the other. Sisi could feel herself become wet at the mere memory of their passionate night and Ike took notice. He watched as her legs crossed together, arching a brow in her direction.

Sisi flashed him an innocent smile, biting her lower lip as she continued to take down notes that deemed important.

“So, we are in the chapter for marketing. Can anyone tell me how marketing is extremely important in the success of a business?” Ike asked, looking around the classroom.

Sisi glanced around, noticing that not one single person had their hand up. As she looked back at Ike, he grinned and pointed at her.

“What about you, Sisi? What do you think?”

“Um…” she answered nervously. Her mind was just remembering what it was like to have him between her legs and now he wanted her to answer a serious question that pertained to the lecture. “Well…”

Ike grinned, standing in front of her. He stared down at her, tilting his head in amusement. “Well?”

“Marketing is important for a successful business because it persuades the public, if done the right way,” she finally answered.

Ike nodded. “Exactly. Can you give me an example of a successful business that uses marketing to their advantage?”

Sisi nodded, immediately thinking to her workplace. “Well, The Havana does a great job at advertising their business.”

“You mean the showgirls?” a student asked.

Sisi smiled, looking over at him and nodding. “Yeah. They advertise their girls in a great way that attracts men and women all over. In fact, Elvis Presley just performed there a month or two ago.”

“What? No way!” the same student asked, grinning. “How do you know?” he asked.

Sisi licked her lips, staring up at Ike who looked a bit jealous that this younger man was intrigued by her knowing so much about The Havana. “I work there,” she replied.

He cleared his throat, blushing immediately. “Well, that’s—that’s cool.”

“All right. You make a valid point. Good job, Sisi,” Ike interrupted, turning back to his desk.

Throughout the lecture, Sisi could feel the tension radiating throughout the room. Every time Ike’s swept past her, she noticed the way his eyes darkened. Oh, she was certainly hoping he would take her back in his office.

“Class is over. Don’t forget that paper is due next time we see each other. Have a good day, you guys.” Ike smiled, leading the students out of the room. He spoke with a few on the way out, but when he made sure Sisi was the last one in the classroom, Ike shut the door and walked towards her.

“Need help?” Ike asked, watching her put away her notebook.

“I think I can manage.”

“Not about that,” he smirked. “You crossed your legs earlier…”

“Is that wrong?” she lied, clearing her throat.

Ike stepped forward into her personal space, dropping his lips dangerously close to her ear. “Are you wet, Sisi? Why don’t you go on and tell your Professor just exactly what is on your mind?”

Sisi looked up at him, biting her lower lip. “That takes away the fun, doesn’t it, Professor Evans? Where’s your sense of imagination?”

“Oh, I’ve got a good damn imagination right about now. In fact, I’m imagining you bent over on my desk as I pound that goddamn pussy from behind,” he growled.

Sisi grinned, “Why not make that imagination come true?”

Ike’s eyes darkened once more. He straightened up, walking to his desk to retrieve his briefcase. On the way there, he adjusted himself in his pants and glanced over his shoulder at Sisi who looked ot be frozen near her desk.

“You coming?” he asked.

“Not yet,” she giggled.

“Damn right.”

Ike led her out of his classroom and down the hall to where his office was. Though, he was stopped by a fellow professor and Ike glanced over at her, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I know. This semester is going by so fast,” the man said, smiling politely over at Sisi before turning his attention to Ike. “When are you going to invite me to your famous Miramar Playa, Ike?”

Ike laughed, “Tell you what, Adam, if you can beat me in a game of pool, I’ll give you a cabana half price for two weeks.”

Adam grinned, “You’ve got yourself a deal.” He turned to Sisi and nodded. “Got a meeting with a student, Ike?”

“Yeah. She needs help with this assignment I gave the class. I figured I’d do my job as a Professor and help her pound out the details.”

Sisi shifted absently, looking up at Ike. He glanced down at her, grinning to himself before shaking hands with the other professor.

“All right. I’ll leave you to it. How about a game tomorrow night?”

Ike nodded, “Sure, Adam. I’ll talk to you later.”

Once the man walked down the hallway, Ike led her into his office. He unlocked the door and motioned her inside as he quickly shut the door, locking it behind him. His office was much smaller than the one he had at the Miramar Playa, but it was sufficient.

Ike walked around his desk to shut his blinds, motioning for Sisi to turn the lights on. She stood from her seat and walked towards the door where the light switch was near and flicked the lights on, smiling to herself. Once she turned around, Ike was already in her personal space, pushing her against the door.

“You were teasing me all throughout class,” he growled, dropping his lips along her jawline.

“Says the one who—ahh—told that professor you were going to help me pound out the details,” she whimpered, feeling his lips graze many of her hot spots that littered along her neck.

“Gotta retaliate somehow, right, baby?” Ike smiled, dropping his hands to her waist and gripping it tightly. “I’m going to bend you over now and like a good girl that you are, you’re going to take it from behind.”

“Ike… I don’t think I can stay quiet—”

He shook his head, placing his slender finger against her lips to quiet her. “Shh, Sisi… I’ve got some faith in you.”

She nodded, staring into his eyes as her lips parted slowly. Ike grinned, sliding his finger into her mouth as she eagerly sucked on it. Their eyes were locked in an intense gaze as Sisi’s tongue lapped around his slender finger, her hands coming up to wrap around his wrist.

However, Ike pulled away and used his free hand to lift her skirt to her waist, pushing aside her panties as he used his slicked finger to run along her folds.

“Oh, you are wet… What were you thinking of, Sisi?” he grinned.

“I was thinking of you fucking me…”

Ike smirked, pecking her lips lightly. “Mm, that’s a good girl.”

Sisi bit her lower lip, gasping quietly as she felt his finger slowly slide into her soaking heat. “Ike, please…”

“Please what?” he whispered.

“Please fuck me,” Sisi begged.

Ike grinned, turning her around and bending her at the waist. Sisi’s hands immediately rested on the desk as she turned to look over her shoulder at Ike. He was lifting her skirt to her hips, letting it rest there as he dropped her panties to her ankles.

“Goddamn, you look perfect like this,” he smiled. Ike’s hands ran along the flesh of her buttocks before pulling away to undo his pants. He undid his belt, zipper and button, wiggling out of his boxers and pants. It pooled around his ankles and Sisi took notice of his erected cock, leaking and begging to be put inside something warm and tight.

“You’re going to stay quiet, right?” Ike asked, grasping his cock into his hand and slowly running his tip along her slit.

Sisi nodded, biting her lower lip in anticipation. “Yes… Ike…”

“Good.” Slowly, he pushed into her tight heat and groaned. He watched as Sisi’s eyes fell shut and her mouth slowly opened to let out a strained moan. “Mm, baby…”

Since they had to remain quiet, Ike’s thrusts were slow, but deep. She felt every inch of his throbbing member within her walls. He rested his hands on her hips and slowly pulled her back as he thrust forward, filling her to the brim.

“Ike…” she moaned, threatening to become louder.

Ike shook his head and pulled her up against him, using his hand to cover her mouth and the other to wrap around her waist. Slowly, he began to pick up the pace, making sure not to make too many sounds as he felt her breath heavily against his palm.

“You like this, Sisi? Not being able to make a sound while I fuck you?” he growled into her ear.

Sisi nodded, letting out a moan and Ike covered her mouth further to drain out the sound. “Ike,” she mumbled, rolling her hips back against him.

“You’re amazing,” he grunted, bottoming out repeatedly. Ike lowered his hand to begin circling her clit, adding pleasure. “I want you to come for me, Sisi…”

Sisi groaned, trying to remain quiet as his thrusts became more hard and deep. With the added pleasure of stimulation against her clit, she began moving back against him rapidly. She was searching for release and Ike was giving it to her.

“You like fuckin’ your Professor, baby?” he groaned, urging her to reach her climax.

Sisi nodded, emitting a strained moan as her walls finally tightened around his length. Ike groaned, pulling out of her immediately and slowly turning her around to push her onto her knees.

Sisi grinned, staring up at him as she wrapped her hands around his slicked member. She stroked him quickly as her lips wrapped around his tip, beginning to bob her head rapidly. Sisi could taste herself on his cock and she groaned, shutting her eyes as Ike leaned forward to rest his hands on the desk, pushing inadvertently further into her mouth.

She moaned against his cock which caused a set of vibrations to run through his body. Ike groaned, thrusting into her mouth and releasing spurts of white come. Sisi eagerly swallowed, sucking every last drop as she pulled away slowly.

Ike looked down at her and smiled, tucking a few strands of curly hair behind her ear. He helped her up and kissed her forehead, tucking himself back into his pants as he recomposed himself.

Sisi giggled, blushing to herself as she pulled her panties over her legs and dropped her skirt to cover herself. She licked her lips, staring into Ike’s eyes as her hands moved to rest on his chest.

“Spend the night at my place,” she smiled. “Please?”

Ike chuckled, “You’ve got me wrapped around that pretty little finger, don’t you, Sisi?”

“I’d like to think so.”

Ike smiled, pecking her lips. “How about I’ll meet you at your apartment with dinner tonight? It’ll give me some time to work.”

She nodded, “That’s perfect for me.”

“All right. Let’s go.” Ike smiled, unlocking the door and shutting off the light. He was holding his briefcase in the other as his free hand lingered near her. Though, once he stepped out, he kept his distance and led her back down the hall to the front entrance of the building.

As they were walking to their cars, Ike furrowed a brow at the sight of Ben and his other men lingering at the parking lot.

“Sisi, walk the other way. Now,” he said, glancing over at Sisi.

Ben was quickly walking towards them and two of his men gently rested a hand on Sisi’s shoulder to keep her still. Sisi glanced over at Ike, fear flashing in her eyes.

“Ben…” Ike began.

“Yes, Isaac?” he replied, staring at Sisi with his usual menacing grin.

“I’m over here. Stop looking at her.”

Ben chuckled, slowly bringing his eyes to the other man. He stepped up to Ike, narrowing his eyes while maintaining that grin. “I can look at her if I want to, Isaac.”

“What do you want?”

“You know exactly what I want, Isaac. Let’s not play stupid. You’re smarter than that.”

“Okay, all right. Just—Keep her out of this. Let her go home, Ben,” Ike pleaded, gripping his briefcase tightly.

Ben smirked, “Nope. Take her with us. We’re going for a ride.”

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