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imaginewarehouse · 4 years ago

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Marcus White x Jonah’sSister!Reader || Oneshot

Plot:

You find out that you are pregnant... with Marcus' miracle baby.

Warnings: Pregnancy, panic attack

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Carefully, I pick out one of the pregnancy tests from the shelf. Then grab another... 2 more... and another. Just to be sure.

As I go up to the pharmacy desk, I thank god that Tate isn't working here anymore; I never would've gotten away with this. He would've snitched to Jonah or something, for his own sociopathic enjoyment. Instead, the new guy thankfully rings up and bags my items casually, not really caring what he flings into the white plastic bag- then hands it to me with a soulless customer service smile. If I had to describe it, I'd say its if the man had been working here for years before finally letting the job kill him on the inside- just in time for the wind to change and stick his face like that. Honestly, I never see the guy without this smile. Not even in the breakroom. Its unnerving.

Still, I take the bag and smile back even though I know he for sure doesn't really mean it and turn around so I can walk (The long way around the store, so I don't pass the doors to the warehouse) towards the employee bathrooms... but stop short, jolting into panic mode immediately. Freeze, freeze, freeze!

There's Isaac, standing as tall as a bear in my path behind the aisles, with a scanner in his hand and a surprised look on his face. Or at least as surprised as he would ever convey.

Clearly, though, he saw the tests. And I'm screwed. He is absolutely the well, second last person I wanted to catch me doing this; Buying these.

A nervous smile flickers onto my face and I walk the short ways over to him, hugging the bag to my front. He's still just staring; Mouth half open and eyes a little less dead, then usual. "Oh, hey Isaac! How's is going? You got sent to pharmacy today? That s-sucks... " Honestly I didn't think he was allowed to be assigned pharmacy...

Completely by-passing the option to forget what he just saw and exchange polite chit-chat with me, he instead closes his mouth and his eyes, shakes his head and then opens his eyes again. Then inhales. "Are those what I think those are?"

"Wh-what?"

"Pregnancy tes-"

Shit- Giving him a desperate expression, revealing my true feelings today - being complete and utter panic, - I cut him off. "SHHH! Isaac! No- uh. Yes. Um... Would you believe these aren't for me?"

"Mmm... " His face twists slightly into one of thought, tightening his lips together and sizing me up. "No, I don't think so."

"Well!- " I'm totally ready to make up an excuse... but peter out as soon I try. I could do it. I could string together some kind of half-believable bullshit like 'They're for Amy', but he would still go and tell Marcus and he would find me and... I would still have to have the conversation earlier then I want to. So instead I drop the façade, and my shoulders, and show just how tired I am. "I want to find out myself before breaking the news to Marcus. Okay? He might be unhappy about the idea and then we do the test and it turns out I'm not pregnant and then I just stressed us both out, for no reason! And, on the other hand, what if he wants it and it turns out I'm wrong about this? Please, Isaac, just don't tell him yet. Please, please." I feel like no matter how many pleases I use they may still not change anything. But I'm desperate.

He stands still for a few minutes... so long in fact I think he may be in shock himself, or having some kind of drug induced anxiety attack, and am about to wave my hand up in his face or say his name again, when he finally breathes a little more obviously and I relax back down to earth. "... Well, lets go find out then, right?"

"What- You- you want to come?" Something in me relaxes at the thought- I don't really want to do this alone. I want someone there, like in the movies, to hold the box and just read me the instructions. But I imagined it would be someone I'm actually close friends with, who can hold my hand and wouldn't care that it recently touched a pee-stick. I did not expect that person to be Isaac - Isaac, who likes to watch homeless people kill each other with shopping trollies and sticks and trash can shields like in a horrible, pitiful, modern-day coliseum, - in a million years.

But he nods.

"Yeah, sure." He puts his scanner on the shelf, and we set off the way I was going. He seems to silently understand why we have to go the long way around- to avoid passing the doors to the warehouse. Or he just doesn't care. Either way, I'm thankful he doesn't try to re-rout my course. Or even mention it. "Good excuse to slack off work... besides I should probably get out of this section, anyway. Hey, it is Marcus- right?"

I sigh- I suppose the companionable silence was too much to ask for. "Yes Isaac. If its a thing, in the first place."

"Yeah, right."

___TIME SKIP___

"You're having a miracle baby, you know? He's not supposed to be able to do that- isn't that kinda... good?"

I only whimper in response from |my new home| the cubicle I've been taking the tests in, holding my head. How am I going to do this? I have college, I have this job, I have my studio apartment to continue paying rent for! Marcus and I don't even... there isn't even... we haven't labelled it yet, and... Oh god, I'm shaking.

Isaac heaves a sigh outside, his chair creaking as he shifts. "Well, that's... three positives, so far." Isaac's memorable, slow drawl seeps through the cracks in my cubicle and takes away my thoughts for a moment. And my breath.

3 positives.

Not one, not two... three.

... Then he goes on, a whiny tone in his voice. "Do we really need to do another one?"

I breathe in deep. I don't know what else to do. The next logical step would be telling Marcus or Jonah, but I'm ready for neither of those. So procrastination through pregnancy test, it has to be. "Uh, yes. We do. Um... can you, please?- "

"Ughhh. Yeah, yeah. I'll get you more water. Stay here." Then Isaac, who has surprisingly been very helpful, even getting me tape so I can stick the finished tests up to the door in front of me so that I can compare them easier, disappears out of the women's bathroom, leaving me with my thoughts.

I peak back up at the tests, feeling panic fill up my chest cavity like its anxiety gas and my rib cage is the gas chamber- and my heart's the poor organ at deaths row. I'm... pregnant.

Oh my god. I'm pregnant. There is a human being growing inside me, right now. A human being who will require time that I definitely don't have, money that its parents certainly could not scavenge if we scavenged for used soda cans like Myrtle and sold them in our spare time, effort that I'm terrified might not even be in me at this point... A baby that needs some semblance of a comfortable, stable home, which I do not have for it.

I'm just burrowing my face into my arms and knees atop the toilet seat when the bathroom door opens again. Looking up, I immediately ask for Isaac- because that was really freaken quick, for him.

And get a familiar, confused sounding voice call back "... No, its Amy... Sorry, I just need to pee. Are you going to be long?".

"Oh!" Oops. Immediately, head going empty with panic, I unlock the door and and jump out to let her in. "No! I just finished. Um- go ahead. I'll just wash- wash my hands."

Now seeing each other, I see Amy's forehead crease and her eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern at my pink cheeked/pale faced appearance and the panicky way I'm talking. She reaches out toward me. "... Y/N, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I laugh, the most nervous sounding laugh ever. "Don't worry."

Amy's nose screws up. "... why were you waiting for Isaac?"

"We-we're just having an affair."

... what??

Her eyebrows furrow even deeper. "Okay... I'm just gonna go... pee... now... " She says slowly, gradually disappearing into the cubicle; Not quite sure what to say back to that.

I sigh in relief when her eyes aren't on me anymore and the door locks, thinking flushing some water onto my face might calm me down, when a loud GASP comes from Amy and I i m m e d i a t e l y remember the tests stuck to the wall. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!

Amy comes right out of there, looking at me with completely new eyes now- understanding truly why I'm pale, I'm sure, and definitely why I was acting the way I was. "Y/N! You're... pregnant??!" I open my mouth to respond. Maybe say 'yes' seeing as that's the truth and the only proper answer, but I choke on my words and instead say, "Isaacs getting more water so I can take another test."

"I think 3 is a pretty conclusive number!"

"I-" She is not wrong, but I don't want to do anything else but take another easy test, and get defensive instead. "I bought four, I'm doing four!"

"Wh- Is Isaac the father!?"

"God, no." Isaac and I both spit back in offense.

I whip my head around when i realise he wasn't supposed to be there yet at all, and- there he is in the doorway.

... Jonah right behind him looking sicker then me. My jaw drops. "You brought Jonah??!"

"Uh, no, I was just waiting outside for, um," He gestures to Amy and my stomach drops. So he heard the whole thing. Could this get any worse??! Well I mean of course it could, Marcus could be here. Stupid question. Don't ask questions like that; It always summons the worst, in movies. "You're pregnant!? Who- you know what, unimportant right now. Do you wanna sit down??"

I shake my head, taking a deep breath and holding my hand out to Isaac. "No, I'm fine. I have a test to do. Water, Isaac?"

"Here." He hands me the bottle, and I go to disappear back into the cubicle before jumping back away again, remembering that Amy still needs to go and gesturing for her to go, ridiculously enough. She shakes her head and gestures back, like I'm crazy, to take it instead.

I do so and lock myself in, starting to chug the whole bottle.

A blessed silent moment passes... before Jonah speaks. "Is the 4th test really necessary?- "

"For the love of god- Let me take the fourth goddamn test for fucks sake!"

___TIME SKIP___

"... so what is it?" Amy asks 10 minutes later, breaking the deafening silence, as I sit back down on the toilet seat and hold my face in my hands again.

"... Positive... "

Isaac sighs. "Who would have guessed, really?"

No one tells him to shut up. He's right. But also no one agrees, because I'm a fucking 23 year old pregnant girl and I will kill them.

"So... what now?" Amy asks, speaking to the room, but expecting me to answer.

"Well, I'd like less people to be here, honestly." I pipe up, removing my hands from my mouth to speak clearer.

"Done. Isaac, Jonah, get out."

"What? I was here before you... lady." Isaac exclaims, offended, but a moment later I hear the door close, anyway. I assume it had something to do with Amy's signature resting bitch face- cranked up to eleven. "We'll just wait out here, then! Yell if you need us."

"Yep... " Amy responds to him, sounding exhausted and I can totally imagine her rolling her eyes right now. She takes a deep breath, and sighs it out. I hear her rest carefully down into the chair Isaac vacated. For a moment she thankfully says nothing, and I do wonder whether I should... but I don't know what to so say. So I just stay hidden in the cubicle, silent until Amy takes another deep breath and asks the question. "Who is it?"

I take a deep breath, knowing that once I say it I cant take it back, while on the other hand... its done, anyway. He's already the father and I cant change that (Would I if I could, though?) but telling Amy may either make or break my confidence in having him as the dad of my kid. Not that I have a choice... I just know that Amy's going to be worried about it and I don't know if I can handle the criticism right this moment.

Finally I spit it out though. Marcus.

...

"Oh- wow."

Uncomfortable, I shift on the closed toilet seat. "Yeah."

Her voice gets higher, clearly fake and trying to sound like this is better then she really feels it is. My heart plummets into my stomach like a terrible roller coaster. "Well, that's... " She pauses, searching for a safe word to use, assumedly. "Great!"

"... 'great?" For some reason that word, and Amy's tone... hits something wrong, in me. Panic flickers deep in my chest and my stare on the wall gets colder, harder. "... you think this is 'great'? Really? You? No, you don't. Do you hear yourself? 'Great'. Puh! This is Marcus. 'Been to jail' Marcus. 'Ex Con' Marcus. 'Creator and CEO of BOOB CHEESE', Marcus. Marcus who shits in the shower and thinks breastfeeding is akin to whipping your dick out in public, Marcus who has a tattoo of his mother on his back for Valentines day- "

Okay so maybe I'm just picking on him because I'm inadequate, because I don't have the time for a baby, because if I'm trusted with this perfect thing then I will ruin it... I'll pick work, instead of love, and they'll grow up with less of it then they should have and I'll be to blame...

But I don't want to address that yet. I cant.

"Y/N."

"Neither of us even have the money for this." I'm panicking again. "He lives with his mother! And- what if he gets mad... " I suddenly get worried, my eyes go round and I cover my mouth. "I really like him Amy. I cant have him mad at me. Not for this. Not him. Please don't let him hate m- "

"Y/N! Calm the fuck down, okay, right now. Don't speak. Just... take some deep breathes okay? First of all, Marcus is not going to be 'mad' at you. He's sure as hell is not going to hate you. You're spiralling, just take some long breaths." Amy makes it sound like a ridiculous idea with her tone, that he might be mad or he might hate me. I do as she says as she talks; take deeeeeep breaths. Slowly, I start to clam down. "He might be shocked, yeah, but he's- he's not like that. He's an idiot, not a total asshole. Take it from me, I know what I'm talking about here. I promise you. Whether he'll be good at being a parent, is... debatable." Everything she says makes sense. And she would know- you've met Adam. "But he'll be there, at the very least.

And... and you'll be a great mum, anyway."

I feel my heartbeat start to slow down again as I breath. I close my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest and rest back against the wall, carefully.

I really hope she's right on that second part.

"... thank you."

___OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM___

Jonah rubs his neck in nervousness at his sister in the bathroom dealing with something like this, pacing around the small hallway area before turning to Isaac. He raises his dark eyebrows. "So, do you know... wh-who?? I mean... the guy, that- I mean, does he work here, or... ???"

"Its Marcus." Isaac pulls out a bag of trail mix from his vest pocket and starts picking through, standing by the bathroom calmly. The brother to whom he just broke such detrimental news - that his sister, has Marcus White of BOOB CHEESEs baby inside her, - widens his eyes until they're more like dinner plates. "Yeah, they've been talking for a while, man. You didn't know?"

"I- I just thought she wasn't interested in... guys... " All her time must be busy with balancing both school and work, plus her friends... how can she possible have had time to... But on the other hand, he realises that its a bit naïve to think that his younger sister still isn't interested in 'boys'. Part of it might have been wishful thinking.

Isaac barks out a laugh. Its a stale, dry sound that makes Jonah really uncomfortable. "She also went out with Tate. Had a bit of a thing for Sayid for a while, too... "

"What!?- "

"Jonah!" At Amy's exit from the bathroom, he calms down immediately and straightens up. She raises her brows at him. She nods into the bathroom. "She wants you."

Yep- it takes him about 2 seconds to fly into the bathroom... to find his sister still hidden in the cubicle. He sighs, pressing his hand against the door. "Y/N? Amy said you wanted me. Do you want me to get you something to eat? Its just, I'm the only one who knows your snack preferences... and maybe we shouldn't eat in here, cuz its kinda gross... but if you want to, that's cool too!"

She doesn't respond for a minute, silent apart from the careful peeling of tape from the cubicle door.

Then the peeling sounds stop. A moment later her voice, sounding small and tentative as if just saying this would open Pandora's box, slips out. "... how're mum and dad gonna react?"

Its a rhetorical question. They both know it'll be bad - and they'll like Marcus even less, - , but its said so he knows what she's worried about. He sighs and leans back on the door. "Well very, very badly. But that doesn't matter right now. I'll take care of them."

"How valiant." Her voice is still small, quiet. But she sounds less scared; She always believes her big brother. Even when she knows logically that he cant protect her from them. Not their parents.

"Well, I try."

"... hm."

___TIME SKIP, BACK OUTSIDE OF THE BATHROOM___

"She is not leaving that bathroom," Isaac shakes his head. Its been an hour, and they've all been in there with her a couple times but she has not left the cubicle. Not even peaked her head out. She hasn't even e a t e n anything while she's been in there. Its starting to worry them. "Maybe we should go get Marcus."

Immediately Jonah looks up from his phone - having been reading up on pregnancy. What is going to start happening to his sister, now?? - and shakes his head, firmly. "No, she'll tell him when she feels comfortable with it. We aren't doing that."

"Yeah, it isn't up to us." Amy agrees, while still looking like on a deep, unsympathetic level that is tired of standing here... she definitely wants to drag Marcus here. But she also knows that Jonah is, unfortunately, a n n o y i n g l y, right.

Isaac heaves a deep, frustrated huff and gets comfortable on the floor.

___TIME SKIP: 3 HOURS LATER___

Finally, Jonah breathes in a deep, exhausted breath and puts his phone away. That's enough of that. He's sufficiently disgusted. He looks down the hallway, out to the store. Then to Amy playing solitaire on her phone and Isaac drawing slowly on the ground. "... Well, I mean, it's Marcus's baby too, right? He should know... right?"

"Mhm,"

"Yep, that's right."

"And... besides, Y/N might need him, right? Maybe he could get her out."

"You make some good points."

"I just wish they weren't points we already mentioned." Amy looks up from her phone and turns it off, flashing an sarcastic, displeased kind of smile. "Earlier."

"Yeah well... " He rolls his shoulders, looking away from Amy's piercing gaze- god, her face is like a loaded gun with no safety. And he's totally into it. He coughs, then whispers. "So, who wants to go get him??"

"Not it."

"I would, but ah... nah. I'm down for the count, down here."

"So... me."

Amy nods, making a 'shoo'-ing gesture with her hand. "Yep, you, Jiminy Cricket. You made us stay here for hours- you go get Marcus."

Looking to Isaac for help, Jonah is just met with the deadest eye's he has ever come upon, so he eventually sighs deeply, wiping sweaty hands on his jeans. "Fff-fine. Wait here."

___IN THE WAREHOUSE___

"Uh, hello? Hi- have you seen Marcus anywhere? Wh- No? Well if you see him can you tell him I'm looking for him? Its about Y/N."

The warehouse worker with the nametag reading 'Nigel' that Jonah's never spoken to before in his life and who prior to his words, had the new deadest eyes that Jonah has ever seen, suddenly beams- a twinkle of evil mischief in his eyes. "Oooooh, cats outta the bag, huh?"

Jonah blinks. "What?"

"You found out about Marcus and your sister, and now you're gonna beat him up? I was waiting for this moment." Nigel clarifies, actively looking around the room for Marcus now as Jonah rushes to explain that no, that is not what he's here for. Please don't say that so loudly- "HEY RICO! You seen Marcus around?? Y/N's brother's here to deliver an ass beating." Half a second passes while Jonah's ears ring from Nigel's screeching before something new apparently occurs to the warehouse worker as his eyes widen and he turns again to who must be Rico. "And you owe me 20 bucks!! Told ya he'd come!"

How often is Y/N in this place? Just seems weird, these guy's saying her name so casually... Jonah's forehead crinkles in thought as Rico rolls his eyes and groans, walking off to assumedly find Marcus. I'm learning a lot about my sister, today... Not sure how I feel about it...

Jesus Christ, has she eaten the cheese, too??!

Jonah doesn't get a moment to panic about that particular bit of nightmare material before he realises Nigel is still standing, awkwardly now, arms straight at his sides and eyebrows raised expectantly, right by him. Watching him, instead of returning to his job. Jonah raises his own eyebrows back; Shrugging. Like, what?? What do you want?

Nigel just just shrugs and shakes his head back passive aggressively, crossing his arms. Like, he doesn't know. Fine, we'll just stand in silence, then...

"Jonah! What's up, buddy? Visiting me in the warehouse- this is so nice! Want me to take my break now, cuz we totally can. Just let me wrap one last thing up and then we'll be back in my car, together. Listening to tunes; Ya know. Guy buddy stuff." T h a n k f u l l y, Marcus seems to rush from wherever he was in the depths of shelf-land when Rico apparently found him and cuts off the awkward stand off between the two men, dropping a hand on Jonah's shoulder and beaming. "What up, man?"

Quick to turn away from Nigel and get to what his mission really is at the moment, Jonah graciously ignores the touchy greeting... despite the awkwardness on his end and the fact that Nigel is still there, watching. "Actually, I wanted to talk about, uh, Y/N."

Marcus' eyes immediately widen and his eyebrows raise, taking his hand off Jonah in favour of ringing his hands and stepping back nervously himself. "Oh, man... you found out, didn't you? Did she tell you? Cuz like, I know the bro code says its not cool to bone your friend's sister but- "

"Ah, ah, ah!" No, no, no, Jonah does not want to hear those words. No. "No, um. That's fine, whatever. Y/N's sexuality is her own. But- "

"Its a ruse, Marcus. He's here to kick your ass." Nigel insists, still very much there despite everything about this situation having nothing to do with him and instead just freaks Marcus out more as the warehouse head's eyes go even wider and he takes another step back- raising his hands in surrender.

"No, no! Nigel!- That's... no. I'm not here to kick anyone's ass! The asses here are all perfectly safe, I promise. Okay?" When Nigel's expression doesn't change a lick, Jonah gives up and just gestures off in a random direction. "Nigel, could you give us a minute, here?"

"What, so you can jump my boy here alone?"

"Alone?? Who's alone?" Jonah is getting increasingly irritated. "We're literally surrounded by other warehouse workers!! Ones who are actually doing their jobs, by the way. Maybe you should- "

Marcus finally intercepts and pats Nigel's shoulder, getting his attention from looking confrontationally at Jonah and smiles relatively softly at him. "Its okay, Nigel. If Jonah wants to kick me in my junk once- he's kinda entitled to it. Bro code and everything. Why don't you get back to work? I got this. Thanks, though." Nigel leaves, with that, but certainly not without giving Jonah one last greasy look over his shoulder and an 'Okay, Marcus. But call me, if... you know... '. Along with an extra evil squinty look at Jonah. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks bud. I know I can count on you." When Nigel is finally out of the picture, Jonah feels fatigued and just wants to get back to Y/N. At least its just him and Marcus now, though, so they should be doing that very soon. "So! What'd you want? If you really do wanna hurt me, then, can we go outside? By my car ideally, so I can drive the emergency room right after? Or you, cuz I mean... you're small, man. And I'll have to defend myself. Even if its fair. Its instinct, you know? You get it."

"I'm not gonna hurt you?? Why does everyone think- " What is wrong with people here? Do I give off a confrontational aura right now, or something??? "Ugh, whatever. Y/N needs you- she's been in the bathroom for 4 hours. We did try to get her out ourselves, but our attempts have been... l-lacklustre." Lacklustre? Okay, even he is surprised to hear that one come out of him.

"She needs... me? Like, she said that?" All of a sudden Marcus' expression changes. Worry wells in his eyes and his forehead creases, and he glances at the door out to the floor before returning to Jonah, looking restless now as his body fights with him to go, immediately. "Oh, what's wrong with her? Is she sick??"

"Uhh... in a manner of speaking... Look, I just think she needs to see you right now."

That makes the taller man move towards the door, clipboard dropped on a box on his way. "Of course; Right away man. Come on, lets go see her. So you really don't know what's wrong?? Should we pick up some root beer on the way?" Jonah follows behind, hand on his chin as he answers Marcus' questions. Wow... He did not expect such a response from him... He... kinda respects it, in a way. Its a pleasant surprise, at least.

___BACK TO YOU AND YOUR POV. God I hate third person. Its so hard, I want to cry___

"Y/N? You in here??" As soon as that voice registers in my mind, my heart beat skips in the worst way and I almost start to full on panic all over again, but thankfully instead just freeze and only widen my eyes. What the hell? The door to the employee bathroom closes as Marcus shuts himself in and you watch his boots appear under the door to your stall. "What's going on? Jonah couldn't tell me what's wrong with you," Jonah. I glare at the stall door. I'm going to kill him. "But I brought you some root beer for you- a total cure all. I promise. And some (Enter your favourite snack) cuz I know you like them. Here," He stretches up and holds the items over the stall door, and, feeling genuinely touched that Marcus was sweet enough to bring these, I get up off the toilet seat and accept them from him.

"Thank you, that's really nice. I'm... not sure, that the root beer will fix this, though." I speak carefully, sitting down and holding the items in my lap close to my stomach.

"Course it will! I poured some in Mateo's ear once when he had an infection... I think it worked?"

Probably not. "This is a lot bigger then an ear infection... Kinda permanent, too?"

"Oh god, is it cancer?" He pauses for a moment but before I can put that particular worry at rest... or remind him that cancer is not always permanent... he makes it worse, and I fight not to facepalm. "The plague??! Its still a thing, you know. Jesus, its not that is it? Please tell me its not that! That would be the worst!" I mean... yeah, it would.

"Oh- no no! No, nothing like that!! I'm just pregnant!"

... wait.

Immediately I want to take back my words and say them differently- because is that really the way I just broke it to him?? Oh my god. My hand slaps over my mouth- then pulls back an inch to speak again, but is definitely on guard to slap again and prohibit anymore stupid to come out. "I mean! ... N-no big deal?" My voice gets tiny. "At least its not the plague, right?" I'm just making this worse, so I cover my mouth again.

Marcus does not respond, and I can imagine his face crystal clear, without having to look. He would have his mouth hanging open like a cartoon character, his shoulders have dropped, eyes are blank, and he's pale as hell. Oh god... oh god oh go oh god... I cover my whole face now and just try to breath evenly, and not talk anymore. I was right! He's not going to even like me anymore, this is going to ruin how he looks at me- I cant have Marcus look at me coldly. I really cant.

Finally, a few minutes later the door to the bathroom creaks open again and I know it's not Marcus escaping because I can still see his boots under the door and they haven't shifted in a while. Amy's voice rings out, too loudly in the stock silent bathroom. "... everything okay in here? We haven't heard anything in a while- Marcus?"

He doesn't respond.

I hear Amy walk in now, her heels click-click-clicking on the tiled floor. "Marcus? Marcus, are you okay?" She snaps her fingers, assumedly near his unresponsive face. I slip my fingers down to just cover my mouth, straining my ears to hear any movement from him. "Wake up!" Another snap. "Marcus wake up."

All of a sudden I hear shifting and his boots shift slightly and I squeeze my eyes slowly shut- now he speaks. Now's the part where he speaks. Now's the worst part! He either leaves, or stays. "Uhh... I'm awake, okay?"

...

Amy and I are both startled by the seriousness in Marcus' voice- Amy evidently in the way she responds, backing out of the room. "... Okay! Um, well talk. To Y/N. I'm... just gonna... wait outside... "

Marcus just grunts in response, turning back to my stall door. Then he wraps his knuckles against the surface and I flinch- unsure whether to unlock it and be a grown up or stay hidden away like I really, really want to. Its not like I'm afraid he'll hurt me or anything, not at all! Its just... I don't like to disappoint people and I'm terrified at seeing his face. "Y/N? Can you come out, now?"

"Ummm... no... " I wince, keeping my eyes closed to the world. As if that'll hide me from it.

"No???" He asks, bewildered.

"No... "

Marcus' voice isn't at all as cold-serious as it was when he spoke to Amy, but still. There is still definitely an unfamiliar focused quality about it, and its making me nervous. "What? Come on. What do you think's gonna happen? I'll yell at you? Come on, that's not gonna happen; Come out. "

"I'd really rather stay in here... " I fire back.

"Don't be scared of me." He really does sound trustworthy... but that fear, man; She's one unrelenting bitch.

My voice goes high pitched when I answer, too vehement to be the truth. "I-I'm not! Silly! Why would I be scared of you??" My eyes open up again and I just wince. Such a liar.

"Aghh... " I just listen to him shifting around out there looking for something for a bit, or thinking of what to say next, while I myself sit and think comfortable that there is nothing that will make this worse, seeing as I'm safe and sound in this toilet stall... before his boots disappear from my vision under the door and I hear him disappear out of the bathroom then return again almost immediately, going into the stall beside me and putting something down on the toilet seat in there.

Oh my god- he wouldn't dare! He would not-

Then all of a sudden he's climbing over the wall and I have to jump off the toilet seat and press closely to the stall door, root beer and snack still hugged in my arms like teddy bears. Marcus eases himself over the wall and onto the toilet seat before my eyes, then jumps off it to the tiles again in front of me, while I gape wide at him. "I- what- Marcus!"

"Well you weren't coming out! It was my only option!" He exclaims, and now that I see him I do relax a bit. There's no coldness in his face now, and there is certainly no unfamiliar, unfriendly seriousness, either, seeing as the man just climbed into a toilet stall to get to me. Very Marcus-y. I slowly let out a relieved breath, which is still also a 'calm down' breath as the pressure is certainly still on. I can see him, but he can also see me.

Eager to avoid the issue at hand, I snap. "You might've kicked me!"

"No, I wouldn't have." He makes a defensive 'pshhh' sound immaturely, waving me off with a hand before resting them both on his hips and looking right at me. I give him my own dubious look right back- What makes him so sure??? He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, anyway." Suddenly, a beautiful big smile spreads across his face; the kind that still makes me a little bit weak and almost forces me to smile back. Even now, in this situation. "This is great."

And then I'm speechless, mouth closed and eyebrows furrowed together. ... Great? What? Quickly he moves to clarify, before grinning that goofy grin of his. "The pregnancy! Man, I've seen enough girlfriends get pregnant over the years... its nice to see one having my baby." A moment passes and my system is just registering this reaction - not even relieved, yet. Just in shock and a little less anxiety, - before he drops his smile, raises an eyebrow, and adds: "It is mine, right?"

Still shocked, I answer as if the question was more on the lines of 'That was my cupcake that I just ate, right?'. Meaning, probably too casually. "Oh- oh, yeah! Abs- absolutely." He doesn't seem to mind.

He beams again. "Great! We'll be awesome parents- that is assuming you wanna keep the baby, right?"

"Uh... " All I want to say is yes, right now. Even as the complications of raising a baby right now linger in the forefront of my mind. But at the same time I'm looking at Marcus and I just want to. I want to have the baby, and I want to do it with him... in the moment, he's the absolute perfect person to do it with. I choke out, "Yeah."

He fist pumps the air at that response, and finally the relief starts to settle in my stomach and my heart... a smile grows on my own face. My eyes even get a little watery with the powerful relief. "YES! That's right, I'm gonna be a Dad. Whoo! We gotta tell everyone. But how, do you think? Should we get a cake or something that says it in icing?? Or should we just go out there and announce it over the speakers? Or should we just not tell anyone? Cuz on the one hand, I wanna tell everyone- but on the other... I don't really want Carol to know you're pregnant. That could be bad."

"Um... " I don't even know what to say. I just want to hug him, so I do. I step forward and wrap my arms around his middle, burying my face in his coveralls and the body I've become so familiar with over the past months that smells so uniquely - and not always so pleasantly, but definitely comforting, - like Marcus and squeeze tight, closing my eyes. He smells like that 'new furniture' smell that's really just 'warehouse', and an unfamiliar home, and a little bit of B.O.

Thank god.

Amy was right. Of course she was. Even when I was stressing, I knew the image I had of Marcus getting mad about this didn't feel quite right, but... you have to prepare yourself for the worst, you know? I'm just so glad he's the way he is though, as he wraps his arms around my shoulders in return and bends his neck to press his cheek to my head. "I'm really happy about this. And I know we haven't figure anything out. With us, with money, with anything actually, but... we will, okay? I'll do my best, I promise."

"... Thank fuck." I chuckle, although its muffled and get a similar sound from him in return. "I'm really happy, too." He rubs my back in that rough, comforting way that guys do and I might as well melt; He's too wonderful. I bite my bottom lip, thinking my next move through before taking a deep breath and deciding to take the plunge and ask. "... hey... um... b-boyfriend?"

Marcus immediately pulls me back and holds me at arms length, a crazy-big grin splitting his face. "Oh, yes! This day just keeps getting better and better; Come on, we definitely have to tell everyone this, lets go." Excitedly, he slips past me and unlocks the stall door finally, but pauses and turns back to me before its pushed open at all. I tilt my head in curiosity- what's up? "Unless... congrats sex?"

...

Oh my god- a snort, transforming into a laugh slips out of me before I can stop it. I pull him closer by the front of his coveralls, grinning at both the idea and how silly he is and gently tug him down closer to my level. I close my lips and knit my eyebrows together understandingly. "... How about you come over after work? First we should probably deal with the others? You know, the ones hanging outside right now?"

"Oh, yeah, probably. Oh man- I'll be basically related to Jonah now!" Oh- well- not exactly but... okay fine. If it makes the guy happy. "Ha ha, look forward to seeing this face every Christmas, bro." Oh boy.

I just grin at that - Goodluck Jonah, - before leaning up the rest of the way and pressing a careful kiss to Marcus' lips which he immediately returns with enthusiasm, hands abandoning the stall lock and collecting my waist instead.

This is going to be okay.

It will work out. I hope.

BONUS:

Later in the breakroom while Marcus is busy with talking to some of the other Cloud 9 employees about the news, Jonah takes the seat next to me and I raise my eyebrows at him- he's obviously dying to say something. I know my brother at least that much. He sighs.

"So... you... haven't eaten the cheese, right? I mean, I have but I'm hoping you haven't been put through such, uh, cruel and unusual torture... "

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. I managed to convince him it was cannibalism for women." I grin, returning immediately to my Cloud 9 Caesar salad as Jonah sighs long and hard in relief, relaxing back into his chair.

#Superstore #Superstore Oneshot #Oneshot #Superstore x Reader #Superstore Marcus #Marcus White #Marcus White x Reader #Amy Sosa #Jonah Simms #Superstore Isaac #Superstore Jonah #Superstore Amy #TW: Pregnancy #TW: Panic attack #TW: Stress #TW: Anxiety

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violetsoju · 4 years ago

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haikyuu boys buying a whole watermelon at the grocery store with you

watermelon adventures!

a/n: this is such a random topic but it’s the peak watermelon season at where i am now, and i as much as i love watermelons, i just don’t know how to carry 20 pounds back to my place alone lmao

ft: kuroo tetsurou, kozume kenma, kita shinsuke, iwaizumi hajime

Kuroo Tetsurou

he’d roll up his sleeves just below the elbow to show his veiny forearms, toned biceps tensing slightly under his white dress shirt to carry it up

smirks as he enjoys the attention given by middle-aged aunties swooning at him

suddenly becomes the local watermelon man, helping aunties place watermelons in their trollies

will definitely choose the biggest and heaviest one out of all

“of course i gotta get the best for my baby. what’s a single watermelon gonna do to me?” he says when you suggest choosing a smaller one

but boy forgot about the mini slope up to your place

refuses to stop midway for a short break even though he’s visibly trying to catch his breath

boy’s a mess when you both reach back. hair dishevelled, dress shirt sticking on his skin, huffing while leaning against the door frame with one arm and another on his hips, trying his very best to remain his composure

why does he even manage to look hot in this state??

“yeah maybe we should choose a smaller one next time.”

Kozume Kenma

slouches his shoulders with hands deep in the pockets of his sweatpants, small pout in his lips

“babe you know i can’t carry 20 pounds back to our place. i don’t even go to the gym.”

“i’ll still get them for you, but not from here okay?”

you were half expecting find to watermelon beach balls on your island in Animal Crossing, not a box of real legit watermelons at your doorstep

note that they were not round watermelons, but square watermelons /ka-ching ka-ching

“i ordered some from a watermelon farm in Hokkaido that produces premium watermelons. i sent some to your parents and grandparents too. specifically requested them to have the watermelons wrapped in ribbons for them.”

“let me know if these are good and let’s try the densuke watermelons next time.”

well at least he didn’t purchase the watermelon farm

just shrugs and says “it’s not a big deal” when you question him about it

but you spot the small smile tugging the sides of his lips

Kita Shinsuke

boy sure knows what’s good

taps each watermelon with ears near to the fruit with precision. future mother-in-law approved

“none of these here are juicy enough, (y/n). they’re too shiny and the field spot is too white.”

accidentally gives a small educational workshop on ‘how to choose watermelons’ to the middle-aged aunties flocking around him

“did you know that watermelons have genders too? ‘boys’ are bigger and are elongated in shape with a watery taste. ‘girls’ are round in shape and are very sweet.”

you’ve already got everything you need by the time you’re back and have to pull him away before he gets dragged to another fruit section for advice

“plus, why buy from here when the ones in our backyard are ready to be harvested in a few days?”

you wonder why you even shop at the produce section when your backyard is a whole ass produce section

Iwaizumi Hajime

you want a ripe watermelon although your trolley is already packed? say no more

those guns of his are not for show

he’ll be holding all the groceries in one hand while holding the watermelon on his shoulder with the other hand

you’re in charge of holding freshly baked bread and house keys. end of conversation

boy doesn’t even need a knife to cut the watermelon, his hand is the knife

watermelon triangles? we don’t know her. half a watermelon each with a spoon is the way

definitely gives you the sweetest part

doesn’t understand why you make him wear a tank top during the next grocery run but smirks when he notices you eyeing his beautifully sculptured biceps flexing while holding the watermelon

“baby you sure you don’t mind sharing this sight with others?”

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albertasunrise · 4 years ago

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No More - Chapter 5

Summary: Frankie has been your best friend since you were in the 2nd grade. You were each other’s first’s, he, your first love and as you’d both gotten older you always somehow fell into bed together after one too many drinks with the boys. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up but fate has other plans for you both and events are set in motion to decide for you.

Warnings: Angst, Unprotected Sex, Oral (F) 18+

Pairings: Frankie/ Reader

Your heart had been thundering in your chest when you when went to settle Emma down again. You couldn’t believe that you and Frankie had almost kissed. You couldn’t fall into that habit again, it wasn’t good for you and it wouldn’t be good for Emma. You started to wonder if staying really was a good idea. That maybe you should take Emma home but then you cast your mind back to why you were here in the first place. Frankie wants to help more with Emma but he also knew your anxiety about leaving her and so he’d done so much to accommodate you so that he could get more time with his baby girl.

You’d managed to get Emma settled again and made your way back downstairs, nerves bubbling in your stomach at the idea of facing him after that. Your nerves quickly disappeared when you found him asleep, his hat lying haphazardly on the ground from where it had fallen from his head. You smile at the sight and walk up behind him, gently shaking him on the shoulder.

‘Come one Frank let's go to bed.’ You say sweetly and he grumbles a little before cracking his eyes open and smiling at you.

‘At least buy me dinner first.’ He jokes and you can’t help but giggle at that.

‘Separate beds Perv.’ You joke ‘See you in the morning, Frankie.’ You finish as you turn and head back upstairs.

‘See you in the morning caríno.’ He whispers under his breath, watching as you slip away.

He barely slept that night. Emma went the rest of the night without stirring and he was delighted when he stepped into her room the next morning that he finds her laying there smiling up at him. Scooping her into his arms, he lays a sweet kiss on the top of her head before taking her downstairs to start breakfast. He warmed her bottle as she squealed and squeaked on the floor of her pen, throwing her soft toys around in delight. Whilst he waited for her bottle to finish he pulled out the fresh fruit he bought for today along with some yoghurt. He turned on the oven and grabbed the part-baked pastries he'd tracked down in his local store, knowing you’d appreciate a maple pecan with your coffee this morning. The ding of the warmer sounded and he grabbed the bottle from the machine before heading over to Emma’s pen and picking her up, sitting himself down on the couch as she started to suckle at it with eagerness.

‘Goodness you're hungry this morning Hermosa.’ He chuckles as her legs kick and her eyes grow comically wild, draining the bottle in no time at all.

When she’s done he throws a towel over his shoulder to burp her as he fires up the coffee machine and pulls two mugs out of the cupboard. He surprises himself how quickly he falls into a natural routine with Emma, easily tending to her whilst doing the other bits he needed to do. When she was sorted he quickly changed her diaper and placed her back in her pen, one eye always trained on her whilst he sorts breakfast.

‘It smells freaking amazing in here.’ You say as you rub your tired eyes.

Emma squeals in delight when she sees you and her hands start to grab at you as you scoop her up to bid her good morning.

‘Have you and daddy had a nice morning so far?’ You ask sweetly, noticing the empty bottle on the side.

‘She’s been fed, burped and changed so I’d say her day’s started off well.’ He replies, smiling as you carry her towards him ‘Can’t say the same for your bears though hey Bean?’

Frankie serves up breakfast whilst you swoon over your daughter but it doesn't escape your notice of how natural this all feels. You’d never expected that you’d have a baby with your childhood best friend but a part of you was glad that you had. He knew you in ways no one else could. Had seen you at your most vulnerable and held you up through some of the toughest times of your life and you’d done the same for him. Yet you were in love with him and he was not in love with you so you had to focus on Emma, on the thing that had made your life so full for the first time in so long. You could not let yourself be swept up by him again. You had a baby together, that was it, nothing more and that’s all it would ever be. You just needed to accept that.

‘So I thought maybe I’d go out and do some food shopping today.’ You state, watching Emma out the corner of your eye as you munch on your maple pecan.

‘Oh okay.’ Frankie answers, unable to hide that he was a little dejected by that.

‘Emma’s always very fussy at the supermarket. Hates sitting in the trolly.’ You pause to take a sip of your coffee ‘So I thought maybe I could leave her here with you whilst I run my errands.’

The look he gives you was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. His big brown eyes start to water as he looks at you, a little unsure whether you were serious or not about leaving her.

‘Are you sure?’ He asks ‘I mean I would love nothing more than to have her but I don’t want you to feel anxious.’

‘I’m sure.’ You reply with a smile ‘How does that sound Emma? Day with daddy!.’

She lets out an excitable squeal and you both chuckle ‘I think she likes the sound of that.’

You’d be lying if you said that walking out of that door and leaving Emma behind wasn't the hardest thing you’d had to do since becoming a mum. The look on Frankie’s face as he held her in his arms to say goodbye had made that all worth it. After a while, you found that actually, it was a lot easier to do what you needed to do without a 4-month-old. As you browsed through the isles of the supermarket you were able to focus on what you needed rather than what Emma was doing and you found yourself feeling a little guilty for enjoying your time without her.

‘Hey.’ Came a familiar voice and you turn your head to see Brad smiling back at you.

‘Oh my god, Brad! Hi.’ You say as you pull him into a friendly hug ‘How have you been?’

‘Good actually.’ He replies ‘I moved back a few weeks ago.’

‘Yeah, I saw on Facebook.’ You reply, unable to stop yourself admiring how good he looked.

‘And I saw that you had a baby!’ He said, his eyes glancing to your trolly and finding it empty ‘Where is she?’

‘She’s with her dad.’ You reply ‘First outing without her.’ You giggle nervously.

‘How is Frankie?’ He asks, his eyes raking over you as he speaks.

‘Yeah, he’s good.’ You reply ‘Think he’s turned a corner in his recovery after the accident. He adores Emma too. Real natural with her. ’

‘So are you two?...’

‘Together?’ He nods and you chuckle ‘No we're not. We have a baby together but that’s it.’

‘Is it wrong to say I’m glad?’

You blush at his question, trapping your lip between your teeth ‘No.’

‘Look, how would you like to have dinner tonight? I have this really expensive beef joint that’s way too much for just one person. Maybe a night away might do you some good.’

‘I don’t know Brad I-’

‘It’s just dinner between two old friends.’ He says innocently ‘I’m sure Frank would love to have her all to himself for the night.’

You thought about it for a moment. Frankie would love to have her, you know that for a fact and what is dinner between two friends?

‘Sure okay.’ You reply, smiling at him.

‘Great I’ll text you my address.’ He says excitedly ‘Shall we say seven?’

‘Sounds great.’ You reply, grinning at him as he kisses your cheek and bids you farewell.

You finish off your shopping and head home to unpack it all. Your a little nervous about tonight. You and Brad had remained on good terms after the two of you broke up but you hadn’t seen him since graduation. Only pictures of him on social media of his travels and expensive cars. You pop up to Emma’s nursery and pack her a bag, excited to tell Frankie he can have her for the night. When you arrive back at Frankie’s house you find him and Emma on the floor, her asleep on his chest as he uses one of her stuffed toys as a pillow. His eyes crack open when he hears you enter and he smiles when you sit down on the couch across from him.

‘That doesn’t look comfortable.’

‘Well we were playing flying baby and we both got tired so-’

‘Flying baby huh?’ You chuckle.

‘She’s a pilot at heart.’

‘So listen.’ You start, smiling as you speak ‘I bumped into a friend whilst I was out and he’s invited me round for dinner tonight. I wondered if maybe you’d like Emma for the night.’

‘He?’

That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.

‘Yeah.’ You reply ‘Brad has moved back to town and we got chatting... He asked me over. I actually enjoyed a little downtime without the baby so I thought maybe dinner with a friend would do me good.’

‘Right.’ He replies as he sits up, holding Emma against him as he gets to his feet ‘Well yeah I’d love to have her and you deserve to have a night off.’ You can tell his answer isn’t genuine but you accept it.

‘Great well everything you’ll need is in there.’ You state ‘Some bottles in the cooler. I’m off tomorrow so I’ll come and get her midmorning.’

‘Okay.’ He replies plainly, giving you a small smile ‘Have a nice evening.’

You thank him and say your goodbyes to Emma, your heart tugging a little at the idea that you’d be away from her for the whole night. Jumping back in your car you make your way home again to get ready for this evening, opting to wear a nice pair of black jeans and a smart sweater. You knew this was only dinner with a friend but you wanted to make an effort. You had finally managed to get back to your pre-baby weight and were over the moon that you could once again fit into your old clothes, the idea of buying new stuff was abhorrent to you. Brad only lived a five-minute drive from you and you could feel the nerves fluttering in your stomach as you parked up on his drive. His house was beautiful and well kept, A large Mercedes SUV sitting proudly in the drive that put your small Volvo SUV to shame. He greeted you at the door, giving you a kiss on the cheek before welcoming you inside. The smell of food filled your senses and you found your mouth watering as he guided you into a simply decorated dining room, the food already laid out and waiting.

‘I wasn’t sure if you were allowed to drink so I bought some non-alcoholic beverages.’ He chuckles ‘I have no idea what this wine will taste like.’

‘Thank you.’ You reply ‘That’s really thoughtful. I can have a drink or two this evening though. I pump so she’s stocked up for now.’

‘Great.’ He says as he pours you a glass of red ‘Take a seat.’

The conversation flows easily over dinner. He tells you about his work and you tell him about yours. He’s travelled a lot since leaving college but never found anyone with whom he’d like to settle down with. After clearing away the food and filling up the dishwasher you settle in the lounge, curling up into his plush couch as he speaks.

‘I’d really like to meet someone now and start a family.’ He states as he takes a sip of his wine ‘I mean all my friends are settling down and having kids now and here I am. The eternal Batchelor!.’

‘I’m sure there’s a girl out there for you.’ You chuckle.

‘I think so,’ He replies, eyes locked with yours. ‘You been dating at all?’ He asks, doing nothing to hide the curiosity in his tone.

‘No.’ You reply with a laugh ‘I have a four-month-old baby that was a month premature. She’s more or less caught up now but… Well, let's just say there wasn’t a lot of time to meet people.’

‘You and Frankie haven’t thought about trying to make a go of things?’

‘He spoke about it but I know he’s only saying it because we have a baby together.’ You reply, taking another swig of your drink ‘I can’t put myself through that. I need to know that there are feelings there.’

‘That’s fair enough.’ He replies as he places his glass down on the table beside him and shuffles closer to you.

You can feel your heart start to race a little, your mouth going dry from the way he’s looking at you and suddenly you don’t know where to look.

‘So Emma was premature?’ He asks, noting your nervousness.

‘Yeah.’ You reply ‘I was in the car with Frankie when he had the accident. Brought on early labour and I had to have an emergency C-section.’

‘Shit.’ He replies, looking a little shocked at this ‘But you’re okay though right?’

‘Yeah, I’m fine.’ You reply with a smile ‘And I have a badass scar from the Caesarean.’ You finish with a wink.

‘I think I’d like to see that.’ He states, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he leans closer to you.

You feel your breath catch in your throat as his lips gently press against yours, soft and sweet from the wine that he’d just been drinking. You place your own glass down as he starts to deepen the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips and you moan against his mouth as you allow him entry. The kiss got hot and heavy quickly and soon you found yourselves pulling each other’s clothes off as his mouth plants hot, wet, kiss down your neck. He lays you back and admires you, fingers running over the stretch marks that still painted your skin and then along the fading scar on your belly.

‘That is a pretty badass scar.’ He states as he starts to trail kisses from your breasts down to your core ‘You’re already so wet.’ He smirks upon seeing the damp patch on your navy undies.

‘Yes.’ You moan as he places a kiss over your underwear before hooking his fingers under the elastic and pulling them down.

You barely have a chance to ready yourself before he’s licking a long stripe up your slit and circling his tongue around your swollen bundle of nerves.

‘FUCK.’ You tell, hips jerking as you desperately try to get more friction.

He gets to work on your core. Eating you like a man starved as he pushes two fingers into your heat and curling them just right. As your moans get louder and your breathing quicker, he pumps harder. You can feel yourself getting closer and your grab hold of his hair as you cum against his mouth, screaming his name as he works you through it.

‘Please.’ You beg as you pull him into a sloppy kiss, the taste of yourself on his tongue just making you want him more.

In one swift movement he’s seated inside you and you moan in unison as you adjust to the feeling of his intrusion.

‘Move.’ You plead and he does, angling his hips perfectly and you soon find yourself barreling towards orgasm number two.

You scream his name as you cum again, nails digging into his muscular back as he continues to fuck you with agonising precision.

‘Sit.’ You order in his ear as you push him off of you.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his length, grabbing his strong shoulders as you start you bounce on his lap. You can feel another one coiling deep inside your core and your bite down hard on your lip as his finger finds your clit, bringing on the most intense one yet that pulls him along with you.

‘Fuck.’ You pant as you collapse against him, chest heaving as he places kisses along your shoulder. ‘You've learned a few things.’ You chuckle, pulling back to look at him.

‘So have you.’ He replies with a wink before pulling you into another kiss ‘Fuck I came in you!’

‘I’m on the pill.’ You chuckle, kissing him again ‘We’re good.’

‘Fancy some ice cream?’

‘Definitely.’ You exclaim as you climb off of him, admiring his form as he walks off naked into the kitchen.

He comes back a few minutes later with a tub of cookie dough and two spoons, kissing you sweetly as he settles down beside you again.

‘So would you like to stay over?’ He enquires, smirking at you ‘Could try that again if you like.’

‘I would definitely like to try that again.’

You wake to two strong arms wrapped around you and you smile as you think about last night’s activities. You’d had sex twice more before heading to bed, once in the shower and once in bed before drifting off into a blissful slumber.

‘Good morning.’ Brad rumbles beside you, kissing your neck as his hand cups your sex ‘Fuck you’re so sexy in the morning.’

‘Not too bad yourself.’ You reply as you roll onto your back, kissing him sweetly.

You gasp as he pushes two thick fingers into your heat, once again curling them perfectly and he fucks you with his fingers whilst kissing you with a passion you’d not felt in a while. You cum hard around his digits before pulling him on top of you and grabbing his length.

‘Fuck me now.’ You breathe against his lips as you pump him a few times, gasping as he pushes inside you.

‘Fuck.’ He whines as he starts to thrust, a little more lazily than last night.

It's a torturous pace and you soon find yourself getting fidgety, hands grabbing his toned ass as you try to get him to go deeper.

‘Harder.’

That's all he needs to lose himself completely, grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his waist as he pounds you with newfound energy. You cum together and he collapses into your arms, gently kissing your neck as you both come down from your high.

‘Do you want to stay for breakfast?’

‘Yeah.’

Frankie was watching TV with Emma when you go to collect her. Stepping inside you announce your arrival and pop your bags down before heading into the lounge and plopping yourself down beside them.

‘How was your evening?’ He asks as he turns his head to look at you.

‘Was great.’ You reply, grinning like an idiot ‘We uh… We had a lot of fun.’

‘Looks like.’ He scoffs and you give him a confused look.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘We’ll you clearly fucked him.’ He growls.

‘What?’

‘If your neck is anything to go by, it looks like he tried to have you for dinner.’ He mumbles, standing to grab a bottle for Emma.

‘So what if we did?’

‘I thought it was just dinner between friends.’ He snaps, unable to hold back his anger.

‘We had dinner, we talked and we fooled around.’ You shrug nonchalantly 'We have history so it's not like we're strangers or anything.'

‘Was it even any good?’ He spits ‘Was a bit of a selfish lover back in school if I remember.

‘Well I fucked him 3 times last night and twice this morning so I’d say it was good.’ You snarl, venom dripping from every word.

‘You haven’t been home?’ His expression changes and the hurt starts to fall through the cracks now.

‘No.’ You say plainly and he turns his back, unable to look at you ‘Why do you even care Frankie?’ You yell as you stalk into the kitchen ‘Why does it matter to you who I fuck.’

‘Because I’m in love with you.’ He shouts, cradling a now crying Emma against his chest ‘I’m in love with you.’ He repeats, tears now streaming down his cheeks.

Chapter 6

#frankie morales #francisco morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #Frankie Morales Fanfiction #Frankie Morales x you #Frankie Morales x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #Pedro Pascal fanfiction #Pedro Pascal characters #pedro Pascal character fanfiction #Pedro pascal

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msjr0119 · 4 years ago

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Ross Gellar prompt list 9. "My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stair."

Thanks for the prompt Ella, I should have posted this months ago. But my life took over 🤣... better late than never 🤷‍♀️

Book: The Royal Romance

Warnings: Swearing, imagination of sex, mention of sex.

A/N: I’ve borrowed Willow and Sophie from the amazing @pedudley with her permission ❤️

Tags - just using my combined tag list for this one shot prompt:

@pedudley @loveellamae @kacie-0156 @annekebbphotography @kingliam2019 @burnsoslow @kimmiedoo5 @lodberg @walker7519 @drakewalkerisreal @axwalker @bascmve01 @ladyangel70 @texaskitten30 @yukinagato2012 @indiacater @queenjilian @drakewalker04 @cmestrella @hopefulmoonobject @rainbowsinthestorm @desireepow-1986 @jared2612 @twinkle-320 @princessleac1 @cordonianroyalty @custaroonie @princess-geek @bebepac @nikkis1983 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @rafasgirl23415 @notoriouscs @seriouslybadchoices @furiousherringoperatortoad @choices97 @gardeningourmet

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Maxwell Beaumont had become slightly paranoid after watching all the news reports regarding the virus that was taking over the world. He became that obsessed with reading about it, that every time he began to have palpitations. Wondering what was going to happen? Was it the end of the world? Searching through Ramsford, he realised that he needed to go on shopping trip- quickly scribbling a long list down he knew that the two people who would be most useful with helping him complete it would be his best friends Drake and Willow.

“So Max, are you turning into housewife whilst Sophie is away?” Willow laughed, imagining Maxwell dressed up in a pinny. Sophie had returned to Texas to check in on the ranch prior to the outbreak, to make sure that it was still there and not burnt to a crisp. She knew she could trust Willow’s brother but still had those lingering doubts.

“No, have you not seen the news? We need to panic buy! Like, right now...before the country goes on full lockdown.”

Willow and Drake looked at each confused, wondering if he was still drunk from last night. Surely it wasn’t that bad? The two of them had seen the news, but it was elsewhere in the world- not in Cordonia. Yet.

“Max, calm the fuck down. The world isn’t ending.” Maxwell shot him a look, wondering why he wasn’t taking the whole situation seriously.

“Lo, understands don’t ya?”

“Of course I do.” Shrugging her shoulders, she bit her lip as she faced her partner. Not wanting to be in the middle of a debate. Drake pulled her closer towards her giving her a stern expression before whispering into her ear.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’re just encouraging him.”

“Maybe, but once we get back- I’ll make it up to you.” Fluttering her eyelashes towards Drake, he knew exactly what she meant by her words. Just the thought of it made his cock slightly raise. The sooner we go, the sooner we get back.

“Fine. Come on let’s go.”

****

Arriving at the supermarket, Drake instantly regretted agreeing to come. The first reason being, was when Maxwell handed them both a mask to wear. It felt suffocating, but after thinking about it- it would prevent the spread of germs. People were panic shopping, overfilling their trollies. It was manic. Maxwell got the trolley, pushing it - he then leaped onto the side nearly crashing into a stack on baked beans.

“Wahoo! Supermarket sweep- here we come!” Willow screamed with excitement trying to catch up with Max. Fucking children, Drake murmured to himself- keeping a slight distance, he attempted to dodge people barging past him.

“Buddy! You’ve got five packs of toilet rolls! This one is mine.” Maxwell snapped at the stranger whilst playing tug of war. Willow ran over to assist him, Drake believed that she would calm the situation down. She was capable enough to handle any situation. Standing at the side of the aisle, he flicked through social media to keep himself entertained.

“Excuse me? Do you know that man and woman?” Drake turned to the man, wondering why concern was painted across his face. That was until he followed the strangers gaze that landed onto his girlfriend and ‘friend’. For fuck sake.

“Give my friend the fucking goddamn bog roll!” Willow demanded with her arms folded.

“I got it first missy!” Maxwell threw himself on to the floor, ready to cause a tantrum like a child. I just want a pack of toilet roll. Why is he not co-operating? Why is this happening to me? To us? Is it just a nightmare? I just want- no need some fucking toilet roll to wipe my arse with! What a selfish prick! I’m not an animal that can wipe my arse on a patch of grass. Fuck you mate, you’ve messed with the wrong person.

“I feel like I need to piss.” Maxwell stood up, now not giving two damns. Whipping his cock out- he urinated over the mans shoes. His original plan was to just threaten it, however his apparent full bladder decided otherwise. Urine sprayed uncontrollably all over the man and the aisle as if it was a burst dam.

“If I had my toilet roll, I could have been home now. Sorry, not sorry.”

“You’re fucking disgusting! But all of this toilet roll is mine.”

“You know what, I think I need a shit.” Willow pulled her trousers down, sitting on the edge of the strangers trolley- she pretended to push.

“Okay, Fine. Take it!” The man couldn’t cope with the two of them acting like caged baboons. Pushing Willow off of his trolley, he forced the toilet into her hand before storming off. Willow jumped up and down celebrating, waving the toilet roll in the air - ensuring that she had a tight grip onto it. Before anybody could snatch it off of her. Maxwell high-fived her. “Team work.” He shouted, before kissing the toilet roll, and bowing to it.

“Now that’s done, Lo- we just need; flour, bread, milk, eggs.... the list goes on in fact. Surely it won’t be as difficult getting those things? Do you and Drake want to add anything to the list? Condoms? Lube?”

“Maxwell.... I do not need lube when it comes to my sex life with Drake.... come on let’s go over to Drake.” Too much information, Willow. Although, myself and Sophie don’t need lube either. Us Cordonian men must be sex machines.

“Nope. Never seen them before in my life. I think that they have been released from the psychiatric hospital by the looks of it.” Drake explained to the stranger after the two of them viewed the the two’some embarrassing themselves. The man next to Drake just nodded, knowing that he was lying as Maxwell was trying to gain Drake’s attention.

****

Once they got back, Drake felt as if he had to ground the two of them. That was the worse shopping experience that he had experienced- he definitely needed a whiskey or two. Then he could punish Willow for her behaviour- the Walker way.

“Could you put the shopping away guys? Sophie’s FaceTiming.”

“We can all talk to her!” Willow suggested. It wasn’t only Maxwell that was missing her.

“Hey baby girl. I’ve missed you.”

“Maxwell! How could you?”

“How could I what?”

“You’re all over the news and the internet!” Drake turned the tv on, indeed Maxwell had stolen the limelight.

"But Soph, he wouldn’t give me the toilet roll. He had five! Willow can vouche for me!”

“I don’t know what you are on about Max. I wasn’t there. I’m not on the tv.” Winking at Drake, he was grateful that her arse wasn’t on the tv. They decided to leave the two lovebirds talking to each other, but still stayed within distance so they could over hear Sophie give Maxwell a telling off.

"Willow is lying! My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stair."

“Oh, Max. I love you. I’ll see you soon. Don’t cause anymore trouble.... please.”

Hanging up, Maxwell wondered where Drake had gone. Hearing willows distinctive laugh- he followed the noise.

“What are you guys doing?”

“You said you was going to live under somebody’s stairs? I’ve turned the cupboard under the stairs into a little home for you. You’ll be like Harry Potter. There’s some newspaper and toilet roll for you Maxwell.” Willow attempted not to laugh at Drake’s comment, but she couldn’t help herself. Practically nearly wetting herself.

I hate my life right now.

****

Four months later, the pandemic was still around but numbers had decreased. Maxwell returned to the supermarket- alone, as Drake refused to go again after the last time. Luckily he wasn’t recognised- or banned for that matter.

Walking down the toilet roll aisle, a little smirk spread across his face remembering the last time that he was playing tug of war. Now there wasn’t a shortage of toilet roll, but he had decided to stock up just incase. As he was leaving, his stomach began to rumble and there was a sudden urge to eat McDonald’s - even if it was only Drive Thru for the time being. Thinking about it, he didn’t have his own car as Sophie had lent it to take her and Willow our for a spa day- but he was desperate for the greasy food and a milkshake. Then a light bulb appeared in his mind.

****

Arriving at the Drive Thru, he was slightly uncomfortable- but the food that he would be receiving would definitely be worth the short term discomfort. Honking the horn, he couldn’t wipe the ever growing smirk forming on his face. Beep beep.

“Excuse me, Sir. You can’t come through the Drive Thru in that...”

“It’s a car!” Maxwell shouted as he defended his choice of ‘automobile’. The member of staff was wondering if there was a camera crew lingering somewhere - ready to pounce out, shouting ‘you’ve been punk’d’.

“I refuse to move until I’ve been served. I would like; six double cheese burgers, a share box of nuggets- make sure I have a mixture of sauces to go with them. Erm, I’ll have a Big Mac meal with a large chocolate milkshake... what would Drake like? They don’t do alcohol with meals here like in Paris.. hmm. You know what, give me six of everything off of the menu. I’m sure we could eat it all. If not I’m sure my peacocks would enjoy the treat.”

“I will not ask you again. Please come back when you are in a car. Besides, we only have a €25 limit for each customer.”

“Are you refusing to serve me, the person who is giving you quite possibly the biggest order you’ve ever received.”

“Yes. If you don’t leave now, I will have to call the police. Please, Sir. You are causing a traffic jam!”

“Serve me right now, or I’ll inform the King. I am close friends with him. He will not be pleased that you have refused to serve someone that is part of his court.” The manager came out of the restaurant, to see what all of the commotion was about- he understood that it would be busy due to them only just reopening but he could hear shouting. However he didn’t need this stress.

“Will you just serve him, it’s giving us a bad reputation and customers are videoing it. I don’t care what the issue is or that he’s not in a car. Just serve him now. Then we can ban him returning in the future!” Maxwell smirked at the crew member, as his eyebrows did a celebratory wiggle.

****

Returning back to Ramsford, he was so pleased with himself- proud that he had brought some food back with him as he nibbled on the way back. Opening the door, he knew that the girls would be back- they could all feast together.

“No need to thank me, but I have food! For us all....” Bowing as he entered the through the doors saying this, he believed that he had definitely won the ‘best friend’ award.

“Maxwell!” Everybody shouted in unison- as they scowled at him with their arms folded.

“What?” He asked innocently, whilst scoffing the remainder of the double cheeseburger that he had begun to eat prior to walking through the doors.

“Care to explain this to me?” Bertrand snarled as he passed the phone over. Drake shook his head - disbelieving that Maxwell had become an ‘overnight’ sensation yet again.

“Looks like you’re going to re-enacting Harry Potter again, eh Beaumont...”

“Shut up, Drake! Listen... Bertrand... it’s a car. I went through the Drive Thru. I don’t personally see the issue... anyway. Enjoy the food, everyone!”

A crazy man attended McDonald’s today- in a Little Tykes car with the number plate BARTIE-IS-DA-BEST. We will not tolerate behaviour like in the video posted below. If anybody arrives at our restaurants acting like this- YOU WILL NOT BE SERVED! If anybody knows the mans identity, please report him. Thank you.

#choices trr #trr fanfic #trr prompt #lockdown prompt #drake walker #maxwell beaumont #drake x willow #maxwell x willow #maxwell x sophie #bertrand beaumont #tw swearing #tw mention of sex #tw imagination of sex #long post

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holyfuckthisfishcandrive · 4 years ago

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Shots and Guilt

First, Previous(Chap. 23), Ao3

Word count: 3610

Warnings: Gun, Blood and Injury, (kinda) Torture, Knives, Bloodlust, Smoking, Underage Drinking, Drinking and Driving, Gore, Skipping a Meal, Alcohol (even more of it), Guilt, Choking, Mention of Past Murder, Panic Attack, Self Harm

This really isn't a nice chapter. If anyone needs it I can make a summary of it. Just leave a comment or send me an ask if that's the case. Stay safe.

Virgil listened to the sound of the rain pattering against the car and the radio woman report what had happened in Aunt Lian's block earlier this night.

Glitch monsters.

He dug around the glove compartment until he found Uncle Remy's cigarettes, hidden under the ammunition, lit one and took a drag. He watched the smoke curl and opened the window just by an inch to release it into the night.

Destroyed street lights.

He glanced at the Seven11 Remy had disappeared in about half an hour ago and lit his lighter again, watching the tiny flame dance in the stale light of the car lamp.

Messed up electronics.

A shadowy figure stood next to his window and Virgil glanced over at them. They were holding a knife. Good for them.

"Fuck off," Virgil mumbled tiredly and took another drag.

"Open the car door if you know what's good for you, kid," the guy demanded.

Virgil couldn't help but chuckle at that. He took his feet off the headboard and sat up slowly.

"If I know what's good for myself? If you know what's good for yourself you're going to fucking piss off now!"

"Kid-!" he thrust the knife at the window gap and Virgil kicked open the door hitting them square on the chest. They stumbled back and growled. "I'm going to fucking kill you, brat!"

Vigil stepped out of the car, taking the butterfly knife and the colt from the glove compartment with him.

"No, you're not," he stepped on his cigarette to put it out.

The robber was big. About twice as tall and five times as wide as Virgil, all muscles and heavy bones.

But at the sight of the gun, he froze. An uneasy smile took the place of the angry grimace.

They were in a lonely and dark parking lot. Nobody would look out of the window if they heard a gunshot or scream.

"Kid, don't do anything you're gonna regret. I'm part of the Trulow family. They're gonna hunt you down if you shoot me. No ones gonna find you're body! I bet yer mother's gonna get worried sick if her kid doesn't come home!"

Again Virgil laughed humourlessly.

The rain was cold on his skin and his hair stuck to his face and neck but he couldn't care less. There was that feeling in his chest again that he knew Papa knew well, even if he never wanted to talk about it, the feeling he couldn't imagine living without even after being told a thousand times that it wasn't normal, that he wasn't supposed to talk about with people outside of the family. That intoxicating feeling - better than any liquor, pills or joint but no less dangerous. "It's what makes our kind what we are," Uncle Emile had once said. The man across from him knew it too. Virgil could tell. Otherwise, he wouldn't flinch back. Wouldn't be able to see it in Virgil's smile and his every movement like a bloody red threat.

The bloodlust felt like a promise in his lungs.

"Jokes on you," he slowly walked towards the man. "My mothers dead. And if you're really a Trulow, how come I've never seen you on the Christmas card? I'm sure I'd remember a face as ugly as yours."

"What-?" the man stumbled backwards.

"If you want to make it in this city you really ought to learn who to threaten and who's out of your league. You're just another sewer rat. I'm like a motherfucking prince to you."

The man fell back on his ass, crawling backwards.

"Run along now, rat. Wouldn't want mommy to worry, would we?"

The man scrambled to his feet and turned to run.

Virgil raised the gun, aimed and fired.

A scream cut through the air as the man crashed into the concrete.

He sobbed and whimpered, staring at the blood sprayed over the ground as if he couldn't believe it was his. As if the realisation that there was now a hole where his foot connected to his leg hadn't quite made its way into his thick head yet.

"Sorry," Virgil said as he got closer and knelt down next to him. "Couldn't resist. You better not tell my Pa about this."

He dug his hand into the wound until his fingers found the bullet, ignoring the pained screams.

"He hates when I use guns. Which I honestly don't get. I mean, he uses them all the time! Bloody double standards," he inspected the bloody bullet in his hand.

"Who- Who the fuck are you?" the man sobbed.

Virgil grinned. "Have you ever heard those rumours? About Professor Logic having a child?"

The man's eyes widened in terror.

Virgil heard the doors of the Seven11 slide open and stood up.

Remy raised an eyebrow as he got closer.

"Jesus, can't I leave you alone for five minutes?" he asked.

"That was half an hour. And he started it. He wanted to rob the car or something. I only used one bullet if that's what you're worried about," Virgil tossed the gun over to him and Remy caught it in his free hand.

"Whatever. Just get in the car, hon. I got slushies and alcohol. We can stop at Crispy Creme if you want to."

"Sure," Virgil picked up the knife the would-be robber had dropped and jogged back to the car. "I hope they have warm doughnuts."

"They better. Oh, and there should be some baby wipes in the glove compartment. I'm not letting you eat with that guy's blood on your hands. Who knows what's been in that-? Wait, did you steal one of my cigs?"

"...No," Virgil claimed and was suddenly very interested in cleaning every crevice of his hand.

"Don't fucking lie to me. Just don't smoke in the car next time and ask before you take one. Emile doesn't like when the car smells," Remy handed him one of the slushies.

"Sorry," Virgil took a long sip until the pain of bain freeze bloomed behind his forehead before digging around in Remy's bag until he found the alcohol..

"Pour me some in too, would ya?"

"Sure," Virgil unscrewed the cap and poured some in his own then a bit more in Remy's cup. "More or is this good?"

Remy glanced over at him.

"Who the fuck do you think I am?"

"More it is."

"Exactly."

"I swear you're that "Two shots of vodka" vine," Virgil shook his head.

Remy chuckled. "I take zero offence to that. Also, I gotta make sure you don't drink too much. You have school tomorrow."

"You're literally drinking and driving. And I'm going to school trollied tomorrow whether you like it or not."

"I think this is why your father hates me."

"He doesn't hate you. He can't. You and Uncle Emile are like his only friends."

"Doesn't he also have that flower boy?" Remy pulled into the Crispy Creme's parking lot.

"That's his boyfriend," Virgil corrected and took another sip. Slowly he felt the alcohol kick in.

"You mean your new father, then?"

"I guess. Not officially yet but hopefully soon. He's nice. On the other hand, if he moves in I'll have to hide my skull collection."

Virgil followed Remy out of the car and into the shop.

The sugary sweet smell of warm doughnuts filled the air.

Remy bought a box, tipped a twenty and pulled Virgil back out with him.

"I'm not letting you drink any more," he decided. "You're not going to school drunk, kid."

"Yes, I am. Fuck off and give me a doughnut."

"Either you stop drinking or you don't get any doughnuts."

Virgil glared at him and took a doughnut.

"Fine."

---

He still had a headache when he went to math class later.

He wasn't sure if it was just the hungover or also something else.

Not that it mattered. He had already learned the shit, the man, whose name he couldn't remember, was explaining incredibly badly at the blackboard.

Instead of paying attention he stared blankly out of the window.

Slowly the sleep deprivation was also starting to catch up with him, making his eyes heavy.

Janus had texted him that they wouldn't be coming to school for the day, which made it even more dull than usual.

He should have stayed drunk.

Then it at least would've been somewhat interesting.

Virgil woke up again to the sound of the school bell. He blinked a few times, trying to reorient himself and sighed.

At least math was over.

His next lesson was English, then Chemistry.

Or maybe he should just skip.

It wouldn't make a difference.

Maybe he could find a nice spot for the graffiti design he'd come up with based on the last body he'd found in the sewers.

The rats had eaten the fuckers stomach out and Virgil had set the eyebrows or rather what had been left of the eyebrows, on fire before taking a few pictures for reference.

He'd just have to come up with something for when Janus asked where he'd gotten the idea.

Virgil left the classroom and ducked into the nearest bathroom, locking the stall door behind himself before climbing out of the window. He wondered briefly how long it'd stay locked before someone noticed that it wasn't occupied at all. Probably at least until the toilets were cleaned. Whenever that'd be.

A sports teacher was preparing a lesson by the tracks but she was too focused on the task at hand to notice Virgil sneak to the fence and climb over it. He gave the school a middle finger over his shoulder as he walked away. For all he cared, every single person in there could go fuck themselves. Especially the principal.

Papa was working - at the university today - so Virgil went home to drop off his backpack and picked up his graffiti bag, headphones and the sketchbook he'd drawn the design in..

He strolled through the streets of downtown, avoided a few coppers and took an underground to take him wherever. As long as there were big empty walls there he didn't care.

He got out at the sixth stop.

Virgil didn't make a habit of spending time uptown.

Occasionally maybe, for family celebrations or when he and Janus planned heists but other than that he stayed in the part of town he had been raised in.

But that didn't mean that he didn't know the streets and alleyways, the shops, public buildings and skyscrapers made of glass, like towers out of a fairy tale. Papa was of the firm opinion that knowledge was power and he'd made sure that Virgil knew everything he needed about Woethough.

It didn't take him long to find a good wall.

The back of the main police station was just painfully boring.

Virgil pulled the half mask he used for vigilante business over his face, partly to avoid someone seeing his face and partly because of the fumes. Then he opened the sketch book and pulled two spray cans out of his bag, shaking them.

This'd be fun.

He worked far slower than usual, the anxiety over being spotted by the damned pigs making him pack up the cans he wasn't using immediately, so he'd be able to make a quick escape, and check for witnesses every five minutes.

By some miracle no one came by. For a while, he had the insistent feeling of being watched but couldn't find anyone.

He watched the flames, body and rats take shape with every colour he added until he got to the point where more would only make it worse.

Virgil took a few steps back and grinned. He signed it with his usual spider and took a photo to send Janus. They weren't online so he didn't bother waiting for a reply and packed up his stuff.

It was around noon now and he was getting hungry but ignored the feeling. He could eat later.

Instead he walked around some more, pickpocketed a businessman he recognized from TV - Mr Grimm or something like that - and bought a few new markers from the stolen money, before climbing onto the roof of a library to test them out.

At eight he took a train back to downtown.

It was already dark thanks to autumn finally taking over properly and most other teens were probably either suicidal, gang members or at home.

This was the beauty of the city.

As soon as the sun went down the few laws that were actually followed became meaningless.

Now the city belonged to the street rats and the lawless. They were all animals. From the racoons and possums, over the henchmen and thieves up to the mafia and his family.

All animals.

Hungry for blood.

Greedy and destructive.

Virgil absolutely loved it.

He passed a few of Uncle Jeremy's men beating up a cop with a crowbar in an alleyway, greeting him as he passed, watched a woman smash a chair over the head some guy who had tried to grope her, dishevelled and angry, and grinned at the raven and racoon, which were fighting viciously over some small animal one of them had killed.

There was a light burning in the living room when he got home. Not the ceiling light - it was far too muted for that.

He unlocked the front door and shut it behind himself. It was warm in here.

"I'm home!" he called, taking off his shoes and jacket.

No reply.

"Papa?"

Still no reply.

Virgil frowned, waiting for a moment longer and went into the living room.

Papa was slumped on the couch, fingers tracing an empty glass. Next to it on the table was an empty bottle of whiskey, that Virgil knew had been more than half full just this morning. He'd opened it after all.

Slowly Papa looked up as if only noticing him standing in the doorway now.

"...V'gil," he slurred.

"How much did you drink?" Virgil asked with a frown. He couldn't remember ever having seen Papa drunk.

He blinked at the bottle and gestured vaguely with one hand. "J'st a little."

Virgil sighed.

"Well, you clearly had enough. You're fucking trollied. Let's get you to bed, shall we? You'll hate yourself for this tomorrow, you know?"

"Already do," Papa mumbled as Virgil put his arm over his shoulder to support him.

Papa leaned on him heavily and Virgil staggered under the weight slightly but managed to bring him to the stairs, where Papa could also hold onto the bannister, taking some of the weight of his shoulders.

"You look so much like your mother," Papa suddenly said, just as they reached the second floor and Virgil almost let him fall in surprise.

Papa didn't talk about her.

He never did.

"She had her hair like that for a while too," Papa continued. "Then she grew it out longer. She looked so beautiful. Like an angel."

Virgil kicked open the door to Papa's room.

He didn't say anything, almost forgetting how to breathe. Papa was actually talking about her.

Carefully Virgil let him slide onto the bed and ducked to take off his shoes.

"I didn't mean to kill her," Papa said, anguish in his voice as he began combing through Virgil's hair with one hand. "I really didn't. I just- I just wanted to scare her."

His hand slid over Virgil's cheek slowly and even though Papa was looking at him Virgil had the feeling that he wasn't seeing him.

No.

Papa was seeing her.

"I didn't think it'd be that fragile," Papa's hand slid down further and settled on Virgil's neck. A jolt of panic shot through him. "I didn't think it'd break that easily."

Papa began to squeeze.

"I just grabbed her and pressed down."

His grip began to hurt and Virgil tried to gasp for breath, clawing at the hand on his throat.

"And then she was dead. Just like that."

Blackspots appeared in Virgil's vision and he swung out wildly.

His fist hit Papa on the temple and he collapsed onto the bed.

Virgil gasped and coughed, stumbling back towards the door and slammed it as soon as he was on the hallway.

He still couldn't breathe.

Why the fuck couldn't he breathe?!

His vision swam, from tears this time instead of lack of oxygen.

Was this how she had felt?

In her last moments, getting choked by the man she had loved and trusted?

He didn't want this. This panic in his chest keeping him from breathing and making the world around him blur. At least not because of Papa. Not him. Never because of Papa. Papa was supposed to be safe. Papa protected him. Papa helped him calm down.

Papa had just tried to kill him.

Virgil sobbed.

Papa had tried to kill him the same way he'd killed her.

Virgil barely remembered to grab his jacket as he ran out, slamming the front door and running down the dark street.

He stopped at the North Bridge and collapsed against the railing.

The air was now so cold it almost burned in his lungs as he finally managed to take a breath. His throat hurt. He carefully wrapped his hand around it. It'd bruise.

"You look so much like your mother."

Virgil stumbled on through the streets. His reflection in a dark shop window caught his attention and made him stop.

His cheeks were streaked with black. His eyes were covered almost completely by messy black hair.

So she had had shoulder-long hair at one point.

Virgil grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled at it until a few strands ripped off.

He stared down at them.

He didn't want Papa to see her in his place.

The lights of another store, also reflecting in the shop window he was standing in front of caught his attention.

Did they have bleach there?

He crossed the street.

The shop was empty and Virgil was barely aware of the song playing over the speakers, so quiet that it was drowned out by his mind.

He grabbed two cartons.

Bleach and the first hair dye his hand touched. He didn't care. He had no idea what colour her hair had been. He just didn't want black.

He didn't bother to wait for his change as he handed the cashier a twenty and fled the store.

Back at home, Virgil locked himself in the bathroom and ripped open the bleach carton, barely skimming the instructions.

The chemical smell filled the room as he spread it over his hair and when he was done he had to open a window to breathe.

He set a timer on his phone and busied himself with washing off his make up while he let it set.

Once he was done with that he began pulling at the skin of his arms and digging his nails into the scars to keep his thoughts from spiralling again.

The timer went off and he rinsed his hair out.

It was almost white now.

He ripped open the secong carton.

Purple.

For fucks sake.

He spread it over his hair, careful to get it everywhere.

If he was going to look stupid he might as well make sure it wasn't splotchy.

He wasn't hungry anymore but he still went into the kitchen and warmed up some soup, forcing himself to eat, despite the gag reflex that kicked in a few times.

Then he washed his hair again.

He didn't bother looking at the result before he grabbed the razor and scissors. Once he was done he pulled on a turtle neck to hide the forming bruise, poured a glass of water and grabbed an aspirin.

For a few minutes he stood in front of Papa's door, frozen until he managed to go in, put both items on the nightstand and immediately flee again.

Then he once again grabbed his jacket and left, locking the door behind himself.

He wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. At least not if he stayed here.

---

A knock on the window snapped Janus out of the half-asleep half-awake state they'd been in for hours.

Slowly they stood up, the floor cold against their bare feet, and frowned at the figure in the window.

They grabbed a glass water bottle as a weapon and cautiously opened it.

The figure slid inside.

"Virgil?" Janus frowned and set down the bottle. "The fuck are you doing here?!"

"You owe me," Virgil rasped. "Five nights. From that bet."

Janus blinked, their brain catching up slowly.

"The one we made for my parent's wedding?"

Virgil nodded.

He was upset. Even in the dark Janus could tell.

They closed the window, cutting off the cold draft, and Virgil took off his shoes.

For a moment they contemplated what to say.

They were sure that something had happened.

They just didn't know what.

"I won't ask," they finally said, "but if you want to talk... I'm here for you, okay?"

Virgil nodded.

"Thanks."

He didn't say anything else. His voice was hoarse.

Janus led him over to their bed and climbed in, letting him follow.

He'd cut his hair.

It also looked lighter than usual, though they couldn't be sure in the bad lighting.

Janus had almost fallen asleep again when they hear a muffled sob.

They looked over at Virgil again.

He was crying.

So something bad had happened.

For a moment they hesitated before they wrapped their arms around Virgil and pulled him against their chest.

"It'll be okay," they promised.

Virgil just latched onto them and buried his face in their shirt.

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mrsarnasdelicious · 5 years ago

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Dating Sean Renard Would Involve

LUXURY

This guy has money to toss around and fuck yeah he will

He will treat you to lavish lunches and dinners

Buy you clothes and jewelry

Maybe even a nice car or an expensive dog for your birthday

Generally treat you like a queen

Because you are queen of his castle

He might be the Royal in Portland, but you have him in the palm of his hand

He does everything you ask of him

And is a perfect gentleman

Opening doors, pulling out chairs and walking arm in arm

Ya know, the classy shit

He loves it when you do domestic things for him

Bring him lunch at the precinct

He will try not to grin from ear to ear when you walse into his office

Even when the officers are hassling him for it, he will be brimming with joy

Ask him to do the groceries with you

He’ll be in his expensive suit, pushing a fucking shopping trolly

Following diligently while you stack up the stuff

And of course he pays

Cook him dinner when he gets home from work

‘Honey, I’m home!’

Putting his hands on your hips

Kissing you on the cheek

He might even slip in a ‘What’s cooking, good looking’

He will LOVE it when you wear an apron when you cook, helps the aesthetic

Might request the only-apron-nothing-else look later on

It turns him wild when you are bossy to his men

Casually telling Nick, Wu or Hank to help you with something has him all warm and tingle

But when you are firm with one of them, it has Sean hard as a rock

You bet your bum all your furniture is christened

Even Sean’s desk at the precinct

He LOVES showing you off

If there is a party, you bet your ass he will take you and he will want you to look good enough to eat

Which he will, of course

Maybe even in the restroom of said party

Bring in the gossip baby!

And the high class dates are off the hook!

Fancy restaurants

Trips to big cities

Weekends to country clubs all over the states

Cirque de Soleil and shit

And of course eventually he will pop the question

After a luxury dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town

He goes to his knee

You can read all about the wedding in an upcoming post

#Sean Renard #Sasha Roiz #NBC Grimm #Grimm nbc #zauberbiest

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dylanmunson · 2 years ago

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Baby Parker - part fourteen

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This is like four chapters from wattpad. next chapter is meeting baby bean munson!!!

I roll over in bed expecting to bump into eddies sleeping body, but its empty. I groan and open my eyes seeing the empty bed beside me, the clock on the bedside table reading 10:01am. I frown at the time, and at how quiet the house feels. Sighing softly i get out of bed and walk through the hallway finding my two people sat at the kitchen table doing some messy play.

"Morning" i mumble wrapping my arms around eddies neck, "morning beautiful" he grins kissing my arms. "muma!" parker grins "whatcha doing bub" i sigh softly leaning against eddie, he grins moving slightly pulling me into his lap. "Well, we decided to do some drawings" he smiles "oh wow baby these are amazing" i grin looking at parker and she scribbles in different coloured markers.

"I was wondering if it'd be alright to host a dnd campaign tonight? normally its else where but" i smile kissing him softly, "more than fine hun" i smile kissing him again. "this is your home too" i smile leaning my forehead against his. He nods his head, "i'll even take parker if you want a quiet evening" he chuckles, i shake my head "could we um maybe sit in? and watch?" "you wanna watch the campaign?" i grin nodding "yeah? i mean i dont have to but" he grins "no i'd love that" he smiles.

"I uh i actually got you and parker something" he chuckles tapping my leg, i get off his lap and move round the table kissing parkers cheeks as he gets up and runs to the bedroom. "whats he doing hey" i chuckle, she grins and begins babbling away. "here" he smiles placing a package on the table, i raise a brow at the man, before opening the small package.

Opening the small package i see a small hellfire shirt, and a bigger shirt as well as a hellfire baby grow "eds" i grin "look on the back" he grins biting his lip. I turn the top over and it reads "munson" i grin looking at eddie again "baby" he chuckles "i just, i thought we could all be matching, wanted my girls" he stops as i kiss him, "i love them" i grin "look bubba, we got matching with daddy" i grin showing the little girl. She grins at me, but goes back to her colouring.

"I uh i kinda thought we could tell the guys as well" he looks down at the smaller baby grow, i smile "yeah?" "yeah" i smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. His forehead resting against mine, i giggle kissing his lips as he tickles my sides a little.

"why dont we get dressed and go get snacks and things for later?" i smile "hun, me and park are dressed" he chuckles. I look at his outfit and then at parker and grin "right yeah, yeah" i shake my head. He chuckles kissing my forehead, "why dont you stay here and relax while me and parker go on a snack run" he smiles. I sigh taking his hand into mine. "I dont wanna be alone" i mumble wrapping myself into his side. He chuckles lightly kissing the top of my head.

"we'll only be gone for like an hour max hun" he smiles "beside gives you time to have a relaxing shower" he grins "do i smell?" i grin he laughs shaking his head "a little" he winks, i giggle slapping his chest lightly, "love you" he grins, "mm fine" i sigh "just.. just be quick" i mumble looking up at the man, he nods "i'll be no longer than an hour, i promise" he smiles.

"Parker baby, gonna come shopping with dadddy?" he grins, parker drops the marker in her hand and grins at eddie doing grabby hands.

Eddie and Parker had been gone for 20minutes now, i sigh softly walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on before stepping in and relaxing. Washing my hair and body, relaxing as the hot water hits my body, after doing everything i need to do i step out and wrap myself in a fluffy towel and make my way to the bedroom.

EDDIES POV

Getting out the car and grabbing parker, we walk up to the store, grabbing a trolly i put parker in the seat and grin as she babbles to me as we walk around the shop. "Right what does parker want huh?" i grin at the little girl.

Grabbing some fizzy drinks and big bottles of water as well as some juices putting them into the trolly, we walk around the corner into the sweet aisle. "Does parker want some chocolate" i grin the little girl grins and claps her hands. "Shes adorable" someone says i turn and see a women watching me and parker.

"ha thanks" i smile handing parker a big bag of sweets to hold, the little girl just giggles as she plays with the bag. "She looks just like you, both so adorable" the women says, i snort looking at parker who just grins at me.

"Well i think she looks more like her beautiful mummy hey bub" i grin, the little girl giggling "mummmaaa" she says "yeah mumas at home hey" i say, the lady almost goes into herself. "oh i uh" she says, "its not every day you see just dad and baby now is it" she says, i shrug looking at the women. I frown "Sarah?" i say looking at her, "how'd you know my name?"

"Its eddie 'the freak' munson, you used to bully me along side Carver" i say, her eyes go wide and she shakes her head "i uh, i gotta go" she rushes, walking away. I chuckle shaking my head "idiots" i sigh. Looking in the trolly i see almost everything we need for tonight. "ooo" Parker says pointing behind me "what bub" i smile "dada ook" she says i turn and see her pointing at the toys, i chuckle "wanna have a look bub?" she grins clapping her hands.

We walk down the toy section parkers eyes going straight to a baby doll. "Does parker want it?" i smile picking up the dolly, she does grabby hands, i hand her the doll to which she cuddles into her chest, i smile softly at the little girl as she pats the dolls back. "alright baby lets go yeah?" i smile.

We go and check out before im putting everything in the back of the van before driving back home.

Y/NS POV

Opening the door as eddies truck parks up, i grin as he grabs parker putting her on the ground as she walks up to me "hey baby" i grin picking her up "i missed you my sweet girl" i sigh kissing all over her face "whats this" i smile looking at the doll in her arms "baba" she grins. I look at eddie as he's bringing over some of the shopping bags.

"She saw it and i couldnt say no" he sighs putting the bags down, i nod "is that your baby?" i grin, she giggles "baba" she grins patting the dolls back. "shhhhh baba" she says looking at the baby, grinning i set her on the floor as she waddles off to the living area with the rest of her toys.

She sits with some of her teddies and puts the dolly in her lap showing her, her books. "eds look" i smile, he grins wrapping his arms around me, "shes gonna be a good big sister ay" he grins kissing my cheek. I nod, but pout as he lets go "heeeeey" "theres two more bags hun, then im all yours" he smiles, i sigh and lean against the side as he walks out the door again before returning with more bags before closing the door. "and done" he smiles.

"Let me put this all" he stops and i kiss him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Is there anything that needs to go in the fridge or freezer?" he shakes his head "leave it for now" i mumble, pulling him into the living area. He sits on the sofa as i sit beside him wrapping myself up close to him. "Someones a bit needy hey" he grins kissing my head. I shrug "just need you close" i mumble, putting my head against his shoulder, "im right here" he smiles "not going anywhere" he sighs softly kissing my forehead.

All of the boys were sat around the coffee table getting ready to begin the game, everyone was in their hellfire tees and Parker was waddling round in hers and it was the cutest thing ever.

"Dada upppp" she says standing next to Eddie, "hold on bub, daddy's just gotta go grab something ok?" "Otay" she grins. "She's got so chatty" Dustin smiles I nod "I know" I grin, watching as Eddie returns with something behind his back.

"So" he grins sitting next to me and pulling Parker into his lap. "Got some news" he grins kissing my head, he holds up the little grow, everyone looking a bit confused. "We're pregnant" I smile "your having another baby?" "A baby Munson?" "Eww you guys had" "shut it wheeler" Eddie says. "Yeah baby Munson" he grins "congratulations guys" robin grins getting up and cuddle us.

"We haven't spoken about this but I was kinda wondering if Dustin and Gareth would wanna be kinda like god fathers?" I smile "really?" Eddie smiles I nod looking at both boys, both nodding "hey what about me?" Steve says, I shrug "you've got your hands full already" I smile at him.

"Arka bubbbaaa" she grins pointing at the baby grow then at her toy dolly, "yeah baby, mummy's got a baby in her tummy" Eddie says holding the little girl. "Buba?" "Yeah baby" I smile.

After a few hours I've put Parker to bed as she was falling asleep on Eddie. I return back to the game and sit next to Eddie cuddling into his side, he kisses the top of my head and smiles. "Guys I think we should pause it here" he chuckles "what why" "no" "but we've just started"

"We've been going for four hours plus my girls need me" he grins "you don't have to" he shushes me "boys" he says they all groan and start to pack up before heading out the trailer, "you can come back soon! Promise" I say as they leave.

"Mhm quiet" Eddie grins shutting the door. I chuckle and cuddle into him

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We've hit the 19 week mark! "Babe you ready?" Eddie calls, I sigh softly "yeah" I shout back walking into the living area, he smiles "ready to go see little bean?" I nod my head. "You know we might be able to find out the gender today?" I grin "reallly?" I nod "unless you wanna keep it a surprise?" He shakes his head.

"Absolutely not" I grin nodding "shall we?" We get into the truck, Parker already being with Gareth today, Eddie opens the truck door for me to get in before getting in himself. He placed a hand on my thigh before driving to the hospital.

After checking in and waiting for the midwife, we're in the room and I'm on the bed waiting for the cold jelly to be spread across my tummy, sighing softly when it is I look to Eddie and grab his hand.

"How's mum feeling today" the midwife smiles I shrug "tired I guess" I chuckle, Eddie smiles giving my hand a squeeze. "There they are" she smiles turning the screen. "Do you wanna know the gender?" She smiles we both nod as she moves the wand to try get the right angle.

"Babies being a bit funny today" she chuckles "got their legs crossed" she says showing us, I smile looking at the screen. Eddie laughs which seems to get the baby to move slightly "right ok" she smiles "wanna hear the heartbeat then I'll tell you?" She smiles.

The heart beat playing and I just look at Eddie as I grip his hand "our baby" "little baby Munson" I mumble.

"So your having a little baby boy" the midwife smiles "really?" Eddie says she nods "yeah, I'll give you guys a few minutes while I go get your scans" she smiles handing me some toilet paper as she walks out.

22 weeks pregnant ;

Laying on the sofa as parker naps waiting for eddie to return home from his morning shift, i sigh softly and feel my bump, little baby boy munson has decided to start activity moving around today, i poke the side of my tummy and baby boy kicks back.

"cant wait to meet you baby boy" i sigh softly, "mama" i hear, i giggle getting up and getting parker from her room, "hey baby girl" i grin as she waddles into the front room in front of me, she climbs up onto the sofa as i sit down and cuddles into my side. "Baba" she grins putting her hand on my tummy. "Yeah thats your brother baby" i grin, she giggles looking at me before her attention goes to the tv.

About an hour later i hear a car outside, i grin when i see its eddie. "dada??" "yeah baby its daddy" i grin, the little girl giggles and claps her hands smiling at me. She climbs down and runs to the door as it opens "dada dada dada" she grins, clapping her hands "hey princess" eddie sighs softly, "can daddy shower first bub?" he sighs looking at the little girl, she pouts reaching her arms out for the older man. "dada?" he sighs "princess, daddy needs to shower, hes smelly" i say picking up the little girl, her bottom lip starts to wobble, "no no no" eddie sighs kissing her head.

"i'll be two minutes" he sighs rushing to the bathroom, where we hear the shower turn on quickly, within a few minutes its off again and eddies walking back into the living area with joggers and a tee on. "hey princess" he sighs picking up the little girl, she pouts and crosses her arms, trying to get down. "Parker" i say, her bottom lip goes again. "dada" she mumbles cuddling into his chest and pouting. "Drama queen" i sigh rolling my eyes as eddie comes and sits next to me.

"hows my other babies" he smiles softly kissing the side of my head. "We're ok" i smile placing one of eddies hands on my tummy as little baby boy munson starts kicking again. "Is that him or have you got wind?" he grins, "thats your son munson" i say grinning rolling my eyes. "i love you" he grins kissing my forehead, i nod "and i love you" i smile.

"soo" he grins, i look at him "sooo?" i chuckle, "i heard some news today" he grins, "which is?" i grin turning towards him. "there building homes near lovers lake" he smiles "ok?" i say "i was thinking, we should maybe have a think about maybe renting one?" he half smiles. "Do we have enough money for that though" i chuckle, "theyve got a mock up home that we could go view, and we've got some savings, and i" he sighs "i just thought it'd be better than bringing up two kids in a trailer" he half smiles.

"i love the idea, its just money" i sigh "what if i told you it'd only been a tiny bit more expensive than the trailer?" he grins. "We dont really need to move right now eds" "i know im just thinking for the near future" he shrugs, "homes wont be built until at least late next year beginning of next" he sighs, "i just thought it'd be nice for each baby to have their own room, and a garden" he mumbles. "I just wanna give these two everything i didnt have" he adds quietly.

"we'll book a viewing" i smile softly.

23 and a half weeks pregnant.

We get out of the truck and walk towards the house, "Hi its lovely to meet you i'm Mark" the guy says "so this is the house, building actually starts next week" he smiles, walking us into the mock up house. "i'll leave you to have a look around" he smiles.

Parker is with dustin today while we have a look at the house, its bigger than i expected it to be.

Its far enough from the lake for parker and baby boy munson to be able to play out the front without the worry of them getting to close to it. Its rather 'modern' a decent sized kitchen which is connected to the living area with a bar inbetween, rather open planned first floor. With a small bathroom near the stairs.

Up the stairs theres two smaller rooms and a bigger 'master bedroom' along with a ensuite and smaller bathroom with a tub in both. "i hate you" i sigh looking at eddie, he chuckles "why?" "im a little bit in love" i sigh, as we walk down the stairs and go into the decent sized garden.

"i can see parker running around the garden" i grin imaging it, "in her little car that dusty got her" i sigh eddie grins wrapping his arms around me. "yeah?" i nod humming, Mark comes round the corner smiling "so what do you think"

"we love it" eddie smiles "how much would it be to rent a house like this?" i ask, mark nods. "it would actually be cheaper to buy it" he chuckles, "its surprisingly not that expensive either" he grins showing us the paper work that has costs on and everything. "Something we'd need to talk about" i nod smiling at eddie, "of course, you just give us a ring and let us know, it was lovely meeting you both today" Mark says as we walk back towards the car.

Im quiet the whole ride back. As we get back to the trailer i turn to eddie "we should do it" i say, "huh?" he asks turning the car off. "we should buy the house" i say sighing. "Its well within budget, and we'd own it" i say turning towards him. "You really wanna buy the house?" i nod, "with me?" he chuckles i nod, "eds im having your child" i chuckle. "I'd follow you to the end of the world, if it meant i got to be with you" i sigh, he grins and leans over the middle panel of the car and kisses me. "yeah?" i nod "yeah"

an: i smashed my fingers between two kegs at work, so im in pain, but i wanted to write so... smart, also had a panic attack half way through this.. 25 is not going well for me lmao

Its now september time, and baby munson is due in november, to say i was scared was an understatement. We had put down our first payment for the house which would be ready to move into next summer, for now baby boy munson would be sleeping in our room. Parker was now 18months and is running around, shes talking more as well.

I cant believe my little baby is getting so big now. Baby boy munson is very active, he's always kicking away specially when he can hear eddie. Eddies been learning acoustic versions of songs on his acoustic guitar, Parker thinks its the best thing and even stands next to him with her pink ukulele pretending to play along.

OCTOBER :

middle of oct, parkers new favourite word/s are no and why, everything is why.

"parker can you go tidy up your toys for mummy" "why?"

"parker its bedtime hun come on" "why" "because daddy said so" "why" "because its late baby" "why?" "parker y/l/n daddy said its bedtime" "why"

She really into her baby dolls at the moment as well, whenever we're sat for breakfast or dinner, her favourite baby dolly is sat next to her. And yes baby dolly has to have its own plate and cup. it was cute to start with but its gotten to the point where parker wont eat if her dolly isnt next to her with its own cup and plate.

OCT 29th

Standing in the kitchen doing dishes when i get a sudden pain in my lower tummy, "eddie" i groan "hey swweetheart whats wrong" I groan again when a gush of water leaks down my leg. "i think your son wants out" i groan in pain, he nods "shit" he chuckles "right ok" he smiles coming up behind me and rubbing my back. "Hands on the side sweet" he mumbles helping me place my hands on the side and my legs apart, "deep breaths remember" he mumbles kissing my cheek. i nod "im gonna give gareth a call to come get parker then well get you to the hospital ok" he says "just keep breathing like that for me sweetheart" he mumbles softly placing a kiss on my shoulder.

I groan as he leaves my side, tears coming to my eyes as another sharp shooting pain goes through my tummy. "Hey gar, umm could you maybe drop everything your doing and come get parker for me?" he chuckles "well y/ns in labour" he chuckles "the sooner the better gar" he sighs hanging up. "he'll be here in 5" eddie says "just gonna go pack parker a bag" he says walking into parkers room, before returning a few miinutes later with a bag in each hand.

"we ready to have this baby" he smiles helping me move towards the door. i shake my head "hurts eds" i sob, "i know hun, but he'll be here soon ay" he smiles, as Gareth collects parker before eddie is helping me into the van.

"lets go have this baby huh" he grins, driving to the hospital.

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owlclawstudios · 4 years ago

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henry stein x charlotte walters

the child in the alleyway

tw warning mention of suicide and child abandonment (( i wrote this a year a go and i forgot to ad trigger warnings so i just came back to add them here))

Henry and Charlotte were walking home after their anniversary dinner at a fancy restaurant

They were wearing their best evening wear

Henry was wearing a black pinstripe suit with a red tie. His dark brown hair slicked back. Charlotte was wearing a satin dark turquoise dress along with a mink fur stole that hung around her neck. She wore black elbow length gloves. Her auburn hair styled in waves. They were laughing as they walked.

“ Oh come here darling,” Henry said, kissing Charlotte on the cheek like he usually does.

“ Oh Henry, you’re so sweet,” Charlotte said, kissing Henry on the cheek.

“ say why not we take the trolly home darling and maybe ha-”

Suddenly charlotte and henry started to hear noises’ it sounded like crying, a baby crying,

“What was that?” Charlotte said, giving Henry's arm a squeeze.

“ I don't know but it sounded like it in that alley way” Henry said, as he and Charlotte cautiously took a few steps in the alleyway. Near the dumpster was a cardboard box the crying started to get even louder. They looked inside the box.

Henry and Charlotte gasped inside the box wrapped in a blanket as a baby girl was wailing it’s lungs out. It looked like I was about 4 months old with reddish brown hair and green eyes and was fidgeting in the blanket.

“ Oh my god, It's baby henry!”

, Charlotte said as she picked up the baby and started to cradle it in a motherly instinct. And the baby stopped crying instantly

“ who the hell would leave their baby’ here!”

Henry said as he looked around to look for whoever abandoned their child, Henry then noticed a piece of paper in the box. It was a not

“ who ever finds her and finds this note, please take care of my baby brenda, sincerely rosa carter”

“ Charlotte, I think we should take her to the hospital,just in case” Henry said, putting a hand on Charlotte's shoulder.

“ Yes, Henry absolutely,” Charlotte said holding the baby who instantly fell asleep in her arms.

The local hospital was a few minutes long. When they went inside they told the woman at the front desk about the baby in the box, they took Brenda in for a check up to see if she was malnourished or had any signs of abuse,

“ we also found a note with her the woman who left the child in the box was named rosa carter”

The doctors face turned completely pale

“ you know that she’s dead, right?”

Henry and Charlotte frozen and the child's mom was dead?

“ what do you mean she’s dead?” Charlotte said looking nervous

“ she was found near alleyway hanging by a scarf around her neck she apparently had commited suicide”

Henry and Charlotte frozed. turning pale after what they've heard.

“ oh my god… how long was Brenda out there?…” henry asked getting worried

“ when we checked her out she was out there for probably a day or two. That when she hadn't eaten anything. So we are bottle feeding her a formula mixture. She would probably have to stay here for a while until we can put her in an orphanage, but if you want you could adopt her”

Henry and Charlotte looked at eachother.

“ I can give you some time to think, the choice is yours.” The doctor said

Henry and Charlotte were staring into a window of a room full of babies in a nursery. Brenda was in the middle of a room wrapped up in a white blanket in a bassinet, she was fast asleep

The couple are starting to get attached to brenda. Not wanting her to be in a children's home.

“ henry? Are you okay?” Charlotte asked henry turned to her and sighed

“ i don’t want to have her live in an orphanage, she’s too precious,” Henry said, smiling a little

“ i guess we can adopt her.” Henry smiling

Charlotte smiled back

“ let's do it.”

After telling the doctor their decision. He gave them a 30 day period to sign the adoption papers and this gave them plenty of time to go shopping for baby stuff. Like a crib and some toys and baby food. They finished the adoption papers and they did this in 12 days. And Brenda's last name was legally changed from Carter to stein.

They love her more than anything.

The end

#bendy and ink machine #charlotte walters #henry stein #tw child abandonment #tw suicide #henry x charlotte

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issabias · 6 years ago

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NCT 127 reaction to them saying something hurtful to their s/o during an argument.

~Masterlist~

TAEIL

It was like any other day you guys were out at your favourite cafe drinking the same old drink except one thing was different… Taeil. He wasn’t his usual self and instead of paying attention to you he just kept staring at his phone doing god knows what but leaving your mind to wonder. When you got home you couldn’t help but confront him about it.

“Taeil, are you okay?… it’s just that you keep paying more attention to you phone than me.”

You didn’t mean to come off bitter but that’s how it came out and so Taeil had seem a bit agitated when he replied back. Eventually leading to a fight about something so stupid.

“All I asked is who is so damn important that you keep looking at your phone, like come on you didn’t even look at me one!”

“Maybe if you gave me something to look at I would.”

After he said that you could not stop the the already brimming tears from falling from your eyes. You avoided eye contact with him feeling self hatred rise as you couldn’t help but take what he said to heart. With your voice cracking your replied “I’m sorry you don’t love me anymore.” As you tried to walk away you felt his arms wrap around your waist as he placed his face in the crook of your neck muttering apologise.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it I swear you are my everything and I couldn’t imagine my life without you, I love you so much I promise you please don’t ever think other wise.”

JOHNNY

It was a casual day at the dorms with the nct boys, you guys were just chilling playing games and eating pizza when shit went down, when the problem began. You were just chilling with the boys when you noticed Johnny had received a text message from his ex saying how they miss him and doesn’t understand why he’s with you. Johnny was in the bathroom and when he came back you pretended not to see the message because you wanted to see how he reacted and if he’d tell you himself.

You waited and waited and waited but nothing he acted as if everything was normal and didn’t bring up the text message he received. You thought that maybe he just didn’t want to worry you over nothing but as the day progressed he started paying attention to his phone a little more and the constant buzzes from notifications keep on distraction you from the movie you guys were currently watching.

Until finally you had enough, you got up from your seat and walked into his room slamming the door behind you. Pacing up and down all you muttered to yourself was “motherfucking asshole.” “How could he do this to me.” Over and over again until he walked into the room.

“What was that about?” He questioned.

“Maybe ask your ex.” You snarled

“What are you-“ He ponders before realising that you had seen the message. “If you saw it why didn’t you bring it up.”

“Because I wanted you to tell me, but you didn’t you continued to text her on your phone and completely neglect the fact that your current girlfriend was right next to you.” By this point he was looking at you confused “Don’t be so fucking stupid all the time, before jumping to conclusions maybe ask me instead, gosh maybe I should go back to her.” The last part he said muttering to himself but you heard.

“Fine then leave!” You said trying to walk past him to get to the door but you are stopped right there and then by him as he cups your face using his thumb to wipe the now falling tears from your eyes.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear. I love you and only you, I didn’t even text her back I blocked her straight away if you don’t believe me you can check. I was texting on my phone a lot but I wasn’t talking to her I swear, she means nothing to me and the only reason I said what I said was because I was hurt that you think I could want to be with a conniving bitch like her… when I have someone as amazing as you.”

TAEYONG

You and Taeyong were out on a date and everything was going great but you had to go to the bathroom quickly and so you do but when you came back you were shocked by the sight in front of you. Some girl more like some bitch was standing there flirting with Taeyong and he seemed like he enjoyed the attention. As you arrived back at the table after observing them a little more you couldn’t help but feel so hurt that he even gave that girl the time of day. When you came back and sat down at the table they were still talking, when he finally realised you had sat back down he introduced you to her “Y/N this is Hyunsoo and Hyunsoo this is my friend Y/N.” You were happy that he was introducing you until you heard the word friend. You looked up at him and couldn’t believe he just did that, you didn’t say anything as you grabbed your stuff and left.

“What the hell was that y/n!” Is all you heard when Taeyong entered to house to find you sitting on the couch with sweats on watching a sad movie stuffing yourself with ice cream, you ignored his question and continued to watch your movie. He was clearly frustrated that you’re ignoring him, he went over to the TV and turned it off. At this point you glare at him and get up to go to the fridge to get a drink.

“Seriously the silent treatment, you’re the one who acted like a little brat earlier yet you’re ignoring me?” He said clearly pissed. You couldn’t help but shoot up from pouring yourself a drink when he called you a little brat.

“Me? Seriously Taeyong what the actually fuck? I can’t believe you don’t know what you did wrong.” You felt your blood boil at his stupidity.

“Are you seriously that fucking childish that you get in a pissy mood over me talking to another girl like seriously stop being so damn childish and grow the fuck up.” He growled at you and you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest as he said that.

“Lee Taeyong you’re a real asshole do you know that! I’m upset because of how you introduced me to that girl, who was clearly more prettier than me let me add, you didn’t call me your girlfriend, you called me you’re fucking friend! To you that sounds stupid but to me that hurts you forget you’re so fucking attractive and supermodel looking girls like her can’t help but swoon all over you, and then there’s me I have nothing to offer like those girls do and it’s clear you know that because today you didn’t prove that you loved me, today you showed me how replaceable I am… thanks.” You said tears now falling from your eyes.

You look at Taeyongs expression and he looks like someone just smashed his heart into shreds you can see the guilt written all over his face but you can’t help but still feel worthless. He moves to take a step towards you but you run away, you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in, now you’re there crying on the bathroom floor.

Taeyong knocks on the bathroom door “y/n baby, please open the door… please.” You ignore his requests just wanting to be alone. He can hear your sobs from outside the door and now he really begins to hate himself. “Babygirl I love you so fucking much you have no clue, today I don’t know why but I was acting like a real asshole and when I introduced you as a friend it completely slipped my mind how that might’ve hurt you but please don’t ever think that you’re not good enough for me because I’m the one that’s not good enough for you… you’re my everything and without you I’m nothing, please open the door and talk to me.”

YUTA

Today you woke up to find that the man usually there was nowhere to be found next to you in the bed. Confused you got up and walked to the kitchen assuming he may be there but he wasn’t you had come to the conclusion that he wasn’t home and you couldn’t hide the fact that you were disappointed. It was your birthday and so you were hoping your boyfriend would be there but you understand he was a busy with work and so you tried to be okay with it.

You were expecting at least a morning text wishing you happy birthday or anything but as you checked your phone you found nothing, you looked around the house for a note or something but there was nothing. So you decided to text him and ask him where he went this morning and he said ‘out with some friends why?’ And you felt so mad at that response like work you understand but just a casual get to together on your birthday without so much as a text message really pissed you off. You asked him what time he’d be pack hoping that maybe he’ll be back for you guys to have dinner he replied ‘not till late don’t wait up.’ By that point you were fuming and threw your phone on your bed not wanting to see it anymore.

Even though he said not to wait up, you still did waiting for an explanation when he got home. When he came back you could smell the alcohol from his breath and you by this point were fuming, you got birthday wishes from everyone except your own boyfriend.

“Seriously…” was all you could say.

“Hey baby how was your day” he slurred trying to kiss you which you avoided to his surprise he gave you a confused look before asking “what was that about?”

“Hey Yuta let me ask what day is it today.” You say clearly pissed off.

“DD/MM/YY no big fucking deal why?”

“It’s my birthday.” He looked at you with so much guilt but you couldn’t look at him right now you were so upset, you walked into your shared room and grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He knew that meant he was sleeping on the couch. In the morning he you woke up to the sound of Yuta walking into your room with breakfast in bed “I’m so sorry baby girl I don’t know how I could have forgotten your birthday like that and on top of that treat you like shit, I love you so much please forgive me.”

DOYOUNG

You two were out shopping together just buying some essential groceries having a great time as he playfully glared at you as you dumped in unnecessary items into your trolly and then taking them out telling you to put them back. Everything was all sunshine and roses until you bumped into your ex.

This was the first time you had seen him since you guys broke up, he was quite the possessive kind of boyfriend and not the good kind if you know what I mean 😏 I mean the type of guy that wouldn’t even let you breathe without his permission it was an unhealthy relationship and Doyoung knew you were happy to be out of it. But that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to be civil when you met him, you two greeted each other and spoke for a little while until Doyoung came back to you with a sour look on his face.

That sour look remained until you guys got home and you couldn’t stand it so you confronted him about it “Yah! Doyoung what’s wrong with you, you’ve had that look since the grocery store.”

He simply eyed you up and down before muttering something you couldn’t quite here. “What was that? Look I can’t stand dealing with your sour mood right not so…” you kind of ended there not sure what to really say.

“If you can’t stand the sight of me maybe you should go back to your ex who couldn’t stand the sight of you.” All you thought was wtf how did this conversation do a 180 spin. “How could you say that to me after all I went through with him?” You were so angry with him that you just left him standing there as you went to the bedroom to get changed cursing at him under your breath.

As soon as you heard him walk through the door you avoided him as best as you could but there was no use as he trapped you in a back hug “My little bunny, your stupid, ungrateful boyfriend is here to apologise for being such a dick earlier and would love it if you could look at him so he can apologise for how stupid he was for getting jealous over and asshole like him.” He said in a cutesy sounding voice.

JAEHYUN

You and Jaehyun with the rest of the nct boys had decided to go to the beach for a nice get away just for the weekend. You were so excited to be going away for a while you were a little stressed because you know…life. Anywho you guys got to the beach and excitement took over all over you and you and the rest of the boys couldn’t wait to go swimming and so you guys went to change into your swimwear.

All the boys had gotten ready before you and were out and about playing around when you walked out you were getting ready to play but couldn’t help feel like everyone was staring at you… oh wait that’s because they were. You were wearing a bikini and for some reason all the guys there couldn’t keep their eyes off you and this drove Jaehyun mad you’re his and nobody should be able to see you like that!

He grabs your hand and drags you back inside “you can’t wear that.” He says when you guys get back inside. Even though you did want to change because the peering eyes on your body did make you unfortable you couldn’t help but get annoyed at his demanding tone “why not?” You replied.

“Because every guy at the beach was staring at you like a piece of meat.” He growled clearly annoyed but you didn’t care and so you pressed his buttons a little more.

“That’s there problem not mine.” You shrugged

“I said change unless you’re one of those girls who likes the attention from guys staring at her half naked body.” He said his tone harsh and aggressive.

“You asshole.” You said about to walk away from him but he stops you “jagi wait, I didn’t mean it to come across like that I’m sorry, it’s just that you drive me so nuts and seeing over guys looking at you like that drives me crazy because only I should be able to look at you like that. Me. Only.”

I’m a slut for possessive Jaehyun

WINWIN

You guys were messing around just chilling, joking eating unhealthy snacks when he got a phone call, immediately after that his mood changed. He got up and didn’t say a word he walked towards the door put on his shoes and simply said “I’m going out don’t wait up.” Without even turning around.

You were just left there thinking what the fuck but none the less you let him being thinking that he’ll call you and tell you about it later… but he didn’t so you took matters into his own hands you called him but there was no reply whatsoever it got to the point where he turned of his phone and wouldn’t return any of your calls. You started getting worried it got to about 10:00pm when you decided your gonna go and find him.

Just as you were about to leave your are greeted with a very tired looking Winwin but instead of asking him what’s wrong you couldn’t help but nag at him for being such a dick and making you worry like that “what the fuck Sicheng how could you leave like that and not even pick up your phone once I was so fucking worried about you.” He simply stared at you with a blank expression before say “don’t start with that constant nagging I swear sometimes your voice is so deafening that I wish you’d just go away forever.” At first it didn’t register in your mind that he had just said something so rude to you and I don’t think it registered in his either. You two were just staring at each other before you realised you were crying, his blank expression from before started to soften as he saw your tears falling down your cheeks.

He immediately grabbed your hands and looked at you so deeply and lovingly guilt starting to take a hold of him “don’t cry please, I didn’t mean what I said I don’t know why I was all of a sudden in such a bad mood and the way I left earlier was unacceptable but please know that I love you and I’m sorry for how I behaved. Please forgive me.”

MARK

When Mark came back from work you clearly saw how his behaviour was a little different from usual instead of a bubbly hello and a kiss on the forehead he simply walked past you flashing you a lazy smile and he went into the kitchen to get something to drink. His behaviour was worrying and so you decided to ask him what’s up.

“Hey baby, are you doing okay? You look a little tired.”

“Wow amazing observation skills you’ve got right there. I mean it’s not like I wouldn’t be tired from working all day in three different units” #givemarkabreak2k18. He said sarcasm highlighted in his voice.

You couldn’t believe how much of a dick he was being like all you are doing is being concerned about his health and he treated you like an idiot. “I was just concerned about you mark no need to be a dick about it.” You said clearly annoyed.

“Stop being so needy and find someone else to bother because I’m getting sick a tired of it.” He said but then immediately regretted it when he saw the look in your eyes.

“B-baby I-“ he started but couldn’t finish before you cut him off by walking out trying to hide your tears from him.

You started putting on your shoes but before you could leave he runs to the front door stopping you from opening it “where are you going?” He asked worry evident in his voice. “Who knows… but I know I’m not wanted here.” You say trying to not break down.

Before you could do anything next Mark had thrown his arms around you “Y/N I’m sorry babe, I know you were just looking out for me and I just snapped at you for no reason I. Please don’t leave I need you more than anything in this world, I love and appreciate you so much.”

HAECHAN

You and Haechan were out with the rest of dream you all decided to go bowling for some reason even though you were really bad at it. You got to the bowling place to see none other than Haechan’s ex Mina and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit upset by the way his eyes lit up when he saw her. Usually when you guys go bowling he helps you like in those cliché movies where the guy tries to guide the girl on how to bowl, it was Mina’s turn before you and he did what he usually does to you but to her instead. You felt your whole body freeze as you looked at the way he was latched on to her. Jisung gave your hand a little squeeze to reassure you that’s everything is okay but you couldn’t help but die a little inside as you watched him get a little too touchy with his ex “Haechan I think she knows now.” Mark scolded causing Haechan to back off a little bit.

When it was your turn you expected your boyfriend to be right by your side like usual to help you out but he wasn’t when you looked behind you, you see him talking to Mina and totally neglecting you before you rolled your ball Jisung came up behind you and helped you out and somehow maknae magic you scored a strike out of excitement you couldn’t help but jump and hug your best friend it was your first strike ever and so you were pretty damn happy. “Jisung Pwark you the man!” You started cheering and laughing until you layed eyes on your boyfriend who stared at you looking displeased before returning to his conversation with Mina.

It was time to go home and to your surprise Haechan offered to walk you home, you thought that he’d obviously want to walk Mina home after the way they were acting tonight. You two walked home in silence unlike usual you guys were not holding hands and were avoiding each others gaze.

As you got to the doorstep you couldn’t keep it inside anymore “Yah! Lee Donghyuk! What the hell was that tonight?” He gave you a confused look before replying with some dumbass response “what do you mean what the hell was I doing? What the hell were you doing?” You couldn’t help but feel your blood boiling like wtf was he talking about “you were the one who was all over Jisung.”

No fucking way did he just say that you thought to yourself “Me?! Jisung is my best friend someone I’d been close to from before we started dating what the fuck is your excuse for the way you acted with your fucking ex?! She’s an ex for a reason but yet you’re acting like she’s you’re girlfriend.”

“Yeah she’s an ex for a reason but at least she wasnt a raging jealous bitch like you!”

You were taken aback by what he said that you couldn’t even reply you were just so hurt and so angry you got out your keys opened your front door and slammed it right in his face. Angry tears started to fall down your face and what hurt even more was that he didn’t even try to talk to you.

An hour had gone by when you hear a knock on your door and to your surprise it was him. You reluctantly open the door “what is it Donghyuk? There couldn’t possibly be more you could say to hurt me.” You say looking at anywhere but him he noticed your puffy red eyes and immediately felt horrible.

“Babygirl I know you hate me right now and if I was you I’d hate me so much too, I can’t believe I did and said so many careless things today, I love you so much and I can’t believe I made the love of my life cry…I’m so sorry.” He walked inside dropping the bag of McDonald’s and other stuff he had brought by his side and he walked up to you and kissed you forehead and wiped away your tears he then pulled you into a hug and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as your cried against his chest.

A/N -> This was so much longer than I actually expected it to be if you actually read through it all wow thanks a lot ☺️ I would really like to know what you guys think😉

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Tale 18: Patrick Monabellan & the Paladins (3/4)

Tale 18: Patrick Monabellan & the Paladins (chapter 3 - In The Night 3/4) part 3. Stories of True Love

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Patrick, searched his brain for the right story to tell Holly. They sat near the fairy fire warming his home. He wanted something personal, about how he felt about his father, and about paladins. Something that described his childhood, and led him to Holly’s side in the middle of nowhere. Then Patrick remembered a small memory, that he kept for some reason. He took a deep breath, and then began to speak;

“Father was young and dedicated to his work; but desperately wanted time with his children and wife. Thus, he decided to have a family vacation to the Capital, since he was on his way there anyway for a conference. Might as well make it a long Weekend. The Capitol was the biggest city in The Grand West; the land where I grew up. Father loved magic conferences, because what fanatic does not like a convention catering to their very niche interests. Furthermore, Father’s goal was to bring unity to fey, wizards and mages, by teaching empathy and the joy of magic; with history lessons. Going to a bustling city was mother’s idea, as father felt his feral magic children, could be socialized to common folk at public school; which was intended to give us options in life. Yet mother insisted we needed more. Me and my three bigger sisters grew up on a giant gate, about the size of this valley; The deepest part of the magical forest. As mages, we had become very attached to that way of living.

We took the train to the Capitol, though we could all ride our familiars. The train is a popular and fancy way to travel outside the West lands. It is considered luxurious, even though tickets were cheap. I hear the trains very from land to land. I however, never understood the appeal of five cent trolly snacks, open public booths, and colourful paint chipping off the smooth wooden benches, rails, windows and walls. It smelled good though, like coal, dust, resin and old carpet. The train trips could take days; ours took twelve hours. My parents were forced to wrangle four very magical children in public. We were, for lack of a better word, animals.

Father said he was pleased by his children’s behavior on trips. Mother on the other hand, had a dark sense of humor; She said she had given the four of us a sleeping draft in our morning tea. She had learned to plan ahead after baby number two. It only now occurs to me, that her drugging her own children was a joke, and is very inappropriate; but still funny. An overactive sense of humor aside, mother knew five mages, confined for twelve hours on a train, could end badly. Her and father’s adventures often went crazy; “one’s problems are proportional to their power” as father would say. They must have been so nervous the entire trip.

Once in the Capital, we stayed at a castle like motel. Most of the buildings and streets in the Capitol are old, and made of brick and marble; people would rather spend good money to upkeep and preserve the architecture, then redeveloped. In the inn, my parents had their own room, and the four of us kids where to share our own. Most siblings would fight, but the four of us are very close and loved sharing a bed. Cadence, the eldest, in the middle between Calliope and Artemis, with me curled up at the foot of the bed. I was still small then. We had a whole queen suit to ourselves, because cadence had just turned old enough that our parents trusted her. This trip was indeed a treat for the lot of us. As long as we were together, and didn’t have to interact with anyone else. Which defeats the point.

While father was at the conference, trying to woo the wizard community to accept fey and mages as equals, mother went to get some shopping done. She booked a theater to perform a magician show the next day, so she wanted to get chores out of the way. I wanted to go with mother, so I could shoplift candy, but she knew this. Mother was a woman who took crap from no one. Even if I was the best at buttering her up. I love my mother so much. Anyway, She was really good at reading people because of her job. Mother was a show woman, charming people with her magic; Her magic tricks were very silly, just like her acts. If we ever leave Grand Snow, you have to see one of her shows. It’s unlike any other magic we’ve known. Anyhow, I wondered why I tried to get things past mom and dad sometimes; and then I remembered they never actually caught me when I did. Like they knew I would teach myself it was wrong via guilt. Instead of shopping with mother, like I asked, I was sentenced to spend time with my sisters; Cadence was in charge of watching her three younger siblings, as we stayed at the inn. And by ‘watch us’, I mean Cadence interpreted it as she had to tire us out on the courtyard playground, while she read. This is honestly how most fourteen-year-olds babysit to my knowledge. Huh…I guess that would have made me eight years old at the time.

The intention of keeping us at the inn, was to make sure we would be safe from wizards who conspired to exterminate mages; or kidnap us to get at our parents. We didn’t know this at the time. The common folk seemed to walk wide around us if I recall. Just imagine an eight, ten, twelve, and fourteen-year-old, each with animal familiars, using magic in the open without a parent around. Wizards. Everything scares and amazes them at the same time. In paladin training, I was told to tell people scared of magic, that ‘if you leave magic alone, it will leave you alone’. Our family would never leave magic alone. Therefore, I was planning on taking on the Capitols magic head on. I knew the Capitol of the Grand West is actually the Raven Gate’s magic forest. There was no way I was spending the whole long weekend in a tiny hotel, or being a tourist leashed to my parents.

The city was full of fey, if you looked past all the attractions for common folk. Most people in the city don’t even know it’s a magic forest, in spite of the amount of fey that live alongside them, blending in with the city’s fauna and flora. Getting out to see it would not be a problem; I knew how to escape my three sisters, to do a little exploring. I was overconfident in my abilities, viewing paladins and mages as fearless and strong. I aspired to be the same. I decided to wake at night, and leave silently to examine the streets while my family slept. I loved nighttime; and sneaking out was a pastime I used to hone my abilities. I would pretend to be a knight or paladin, cleaning the street of mythical crime. I wonder if everyone found that cute. However, roaming around at night was safer back home, in our cozy village where everyone was friends. Thus, I didn’t know any better, and assumed it was the same everywhere. But the streets in a city are too dangerous for a young boy. There is no tight knit community, easy to navigate roads, or befriended fey.

I remember it clearly; on my mini-adventures, I always had a plastic bag of five cent candies in my pocket. I enjoyed tossing them in the air and catching them in my mouth. I had a talent for it. My sisters loved tossing snacks at me to watch me catch in the air too. Each time I went exploring I did that. And just as usual, when I left that night, I have a pack of candy, and my familiar Orion by my side. I felt even more comfortable having a wolf companion around. But it was not long before I wandered into Paladins on night patrol. I froze as my interests were peaked. The one thing I had most in common with father, was a lack of fear in situations that actually warrant it; making me undeterrable from certain danger. I disregarded all consequences in the presence of real paladins before me; That was so cool to kid me. My cup was so small and easy to fill. If I recall, they were not as impressive as Amadeus, who was the paladin protecting my family, or Melida who was head paladin of the Grand West; but still. I had stars in my eyes, that blinded me with bewilderment. Danger all but disappeared. I stalked those wizards like a wolf for an hour, straying so far from the inn, that when they noticed me and asked where my parents where, I could not say.”

Patrick cuddled Holly in; the furs had begun to slip off the couch. The two of them readjusted, and relaxed further into the blankets. Holly was enchanted by Patrick’s descriptions of the Grand West. The people of Grand Snow weren’t allowed to be influenced by outside culture, or leave their pristine home, thus Patrick’s words made Holly’s imagination surge. Holly had always wondered what life was like outside the magic valley. Her family controlled the radio phone tower, and guided people in and out of the magic forest, but no details were ever given by travelers or calls. Ouroboros had left to learn more magic, medicine, and find true love, in his youth. So maybe leaving for a little while wasn’t impossible. The thought of seeing where Patrick grew up, made Holly want to see it for herself even more.

“Your family sounds lovely; I would love to meet them all. And the trains, a comfy town by a massive gate, or a magical forest in a city. It is like everything is permeated with wonder, outside these mountains. Just like here in Grand Snow; but bigger and warmer. Why would you ever leave?” Holly asked.

“My family life was something else, for sure. But the culture of wizards, and all the people; It is the exact opposite of life here. No amount of wonder can undo centuries of ingrained stigma and terrifying legends. That is why Grand Snow is protected and isolated. It is a precious oasis of peace, unattainable by the world wizards have tainted. That’s my father’s job actually; he wants to change that…” Patrick said. It made him sad that the rest of the world, only now, realized the values Grand Snow, because of his father’s work. “When I graduated from the academy, I was eager; I wanted to find somewhere to be a paladin, but I also wanted to find somewhere that had Grand Snow’s type of wonder. A place where common folk loved mages and fey, and there is snow in winter that goes up to your shins. A place that smells of pine and ice, honey or fresh wild flowers. Where mead is sweet, and I can be myself unapologetically. A mystical safe place where I can meet someone special, and is worth loyally guarding.” Patrick said. His tone had begun to rise with excitement. Just thinking of Grand Snow, Holly and the incoming spring filled him with joy. He exhaled contently. He was grateful, and glad he said yes to a less glorious post.

“We’re not done yet. That tangent was what I needed to tell the rest of the story. Don’t you want to hear what happens next before you fall asleep?”

“I’m not falling asleep.” Holly yawned. “But I don’t think you’re asking. Go on.”

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