#may get tweaked later but hey here ya go

[tomswifty-fr]

Starfall entry!

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Take Me Out to The County Fair (1/2)

Ship: Bill Sawyer & The Sawyer Family (Familial)

Word Count: 890

Summary: Bit later in the day than planned but glad to get this out either way, here's part one of my TCM 50th Anniversary celebration fic! Bill wants to take Nubbins and Bubba out to the County Fair, which Drayton vehemently opposes for reasons both valid and not so. CWs for themes of cannibalism, food mentions, arguments.

Tag List: @canongf @knightfallships

Bill was glad to get home. His antiques shop had been oddly busy that afternoon and it had been a pain in his ass urging the customers to get a move on. He was late enough that he returned to the smell of Drayton’s cooking and kicked himself before opening the screen door. Should’ve gotten in a kill today, we’re runnin’ low on chilled meat.

“I’m home!” He called out as he dusted off his hands and hung up his hat.

“Then get your ass in this kitchen!” Drayton barked and Bill sighed.

“Yes sir,” he responded sarcastically under his breath. On his way, he stuck his head in the living room, where Nubbins was listening to the radio.

“H-hey Bill,” Nubbins grinned. “Ho-how was work?”

“Busy. Where’s Bubba?”

“Shed, I-I think. Pickin’ out bo-bones to bleach.”

Bill nodded.

“Willaim!” Drayton called again.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” They snapped back before moving on to the kitchen.

“You’re late.”

“Yeah, well, work was good. Brought home enough for a new lawnmower, maybe, you’re welcome.” Bill set to helping Drayton prepare dinner, picking up what he couldn’t do on his own. “Why don’t you get Nubbins in here helpin’ you?”

Drayton snorted. “Like that hair-for-brains knows anything about cooking. I may not like ya, but you’re damn useful.”

“D’aww, that’s very sweet, Drayton.” They swapped places, a separated dance they’d do until one of them finally passed. “County fair’s this weekend.”

“And?”

“What, you didn’t enter your ‘world-famous chilli?’” Bill grinned teasingly.

“I didn’t have the time this year. Besides, the big cook-out already happened, remember?” He tweaked Bill’s ear to make sure they were paying attention, making them inhale sharply.

“I know, I know. I thought it might be nice to take the boys, though.”

Drayton immediately stopped in his tracks, turning toward his younger cousin. “Excuse me?”

Bill turned as well, answering firmly. “I’m going to take Bubba and Nubbins to the fair.”

“Like hell you are…”

“It’d be good for Bubba!” Bill insisted. “He’s the only one of us who never gets past the cornfield. We’ll go later in the day, when there’s less people—”

“Y’gonna let him wear a mask? Don’t tell me my brother’s stupid is rubbin’ off on you.” Drayton’s expression was exasperated, his hands on his hips.

“He’ll be fine without it.” Even though he had said it, Bill didn’t believe a single word. Drayton stared him down until he realised the meat was burning and quickly transferred it to a large plate. Bill sighed defeatedly. “I’ll find him one that isn’t skin.”

“You’re not gonna do that because you’re not taking them to the fair. Go set the table.”

Begrudgingly, Bill left the kitchen. “Nubs! Let’s set the table!”

When the two met in the dining room, Nubbins seemed to immediately notice the change in Bill’s energy. “Ff-fightin’ with Drayton again?”

Bill initially ignored the question. “Do you want to grab Bubba or Grandpaw when we’re done here?”

“I-I guess I’ll get G-Grandpaw with Drayton…”

Bill nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek as they threw down an ancient tablecloth. He looked up at his cousin. “How’d you like to go to the county fair?”

Nubbin’s eyes lit up with excitement. “C-county fair? He-Hell yes!”

Bill smiled in satisfaction. “Thought so.”

Nubbins frowned, haphazardly placing down utensils. “Drayton’d n-never let us go.”

“Nah, we just have to convince him.” He finished setting down the plates. “Alright, tell Drayton the table’s set. I’ll go tell Bubba.”

Nubbins nodded and scampered off while Bill went to the back door, standing on the porch. “Bubba, supper’s on soon!” He called across the yard. The shed opened shortly, revealing the large and lovable form of Bill’s baby cousin. Bubba trotted up to him and gave him a quick hug.

“Didn’t realise how late,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly while Bill pat his arm understandingly.

“That’s alright, I got off work late. Nubbins said you were looking at some bones?”

“New windchime,” Bubba explained happily.

“That’s great! Any plans for the weekend?”

Bubba cocked his head curiously. “Whatcha talkin’ ‘bout?”

Bill smiled softly. “Well… I was thinkin’ about takin’ you and Nubbins to the county fair. There’ll be lots of animals for you to look at, maybe we could even get you another chicken.”

Bubba grunted in intrigue, then touched his mask anxiously. Bill shook his head. “We can talk about that later. C’mon, they’ve probably got Grandpaw seated by now.”

Dinner went mostly without issue. Drayton reminded the household of the dwindling supplies, pointedly implying Bill should’ve come home with fresh meat, much to their chagrin. Just as Bill was cleaning up Grandpaw and preparing to put him to bed, he caught wind of Drayton and Nubbins squabbling in the kitchen.

“You’re not going to no damn county fair!”

“You never let us have any fun!”

“There’s plenty of fun you can find without making fools of yourselves in front of the whole county!”

Bill sighed, looking into his grandfather’s ancient face. “What do you think, Poppop? Who’s in the right here, me or Drayton?”

He knew he wouldn’t get much of a response, aside from a twitch of Grandpaw’s pinky towards his hand. “I knew you’d agree with me,” he mumbled tiredly, kissing Grandpaw’s forehead before moving him up the stairs on his own.

[sabraeal]

Hey! I have been a long time fan of your work and I recently converted from being a long time lurker reader on ao3 to becoming a writer. Do you have any tips for new writers? Specifically about actions and dialogue. Whenever I try to write its always ends up being character study or introspection. Thank you!

Oh jeeze nonnie, you asked this forever ago and I'm sorry to have made you wait! First off, thank you for dropping into my inbox and saying hi! I love when people delurk to come talk to me! Second, let me try to give you so basic writing advice-- it may not work for everyone, but this is the way I tend to approach action & dialogue.

ACTIONS

I assume you don't mean big sprawling fight scenes but rather the little bits you sprinkle in scenes and between dialogue, so my best piece of advice is: draft. Sit down with a blank page and write the scene as you see it-- don't worry about getting every bit onto the paper, or it reading well. If you are going to throw a pot, you have to get clay on the wheel. Your first draft is all clay-- you want as much of your thoughts there as possible.

Second: read that draft. Think about all the things that don't quite work, or could be better elsewhere, or really need to be cleaned up. NOW start your second draft. This one is where you refine the concepts you set down before. I prefer to use a whole new word doc because I feel beholden to words already in front of me otherwise, but some people prefer to just tweak on the page...do whatever allows you to work best. No judgement.

There's a whole art to doing a second draft, but that's a lot to cover, so let's dial in to action. Here is where you want to refine the actions you've already written, and replace things like repetitive dialogue tags with something that does more heavy lifting. There are two rules to these minor actions:

They must have purpose

They must be interesting

It's best to remember is that lots of actions are implied, which means you don't have to describe the doing unless it's relevant. If two characters are walking somewhere and talking, you don't have to keep reminding the reader they are walking, unless some part of it is exceptional, or would provide development to their characters. Is one struggling to keep up? Are they winded? Do they have to take two steps to the other person's one? Or conversely, do they have to shorten their stride to make in comfortable? Do they have FEELINGS about it? All that is more interesting than saying "he said as they walked."

If you do have an action that must be described-- say someone has to walk across a room to get them in position for another action later, you don't want to say "She walked across the room." Do they saunter or creep? Are they going over there to do something in particular? Find the thing that readers will care about that action and dial in on that. Is you POV character crossing the room because they are having an EMOTION? Focus on that rather than the movement.

You also don't want to bog down sections with too much movement; when you go through your draft-- and also, your edits-- think about whether lines are necessary. The biggest mistake most people make in prose is not trusting the reader to pick up what you're putting down. Get away with as little blocking as you can, and let the reader fill in the small details.

DIALOGUE

The best advice I ever got for learning how to do dialogue is: listen to people. When I was in high school & college, I had a notebook where I wrote down stuff people said every day that was funny or meaningful, and I would look at how people said things, the small tics each speaker has, what bit of their voice sounded unique to me. It also helped a lot with understanding what made something a "ya had to be there" joke, and what actually stayed funny months after being written down.

When you first start to write a character, you want to think about what makes their voice unique. Word choice matters a lot in dialogue; some people have large vocabularies and use them, some people prefer to stick to more common words, and some use as few words as possible. You also want to avoid the Joss Whedon effect: everyone is equally quippy, and the few differences between their jokes are based on a few character traits. You want to think about whether someone would make a comment...and also how they would say it.

It's really easy in a comedy fic to try to keep the joke going by having every line parceled out the way you say it in your own head-- and in a first draft, you should let it happen! But in the second draft, slow down and ask if that's the way a joke or conversation would go with these characters. I've had some scenes I've loved in first draft that had to be all turned about because Shirayuki is truly a joke ruiner when it comes to timing...but also taking that into account can really elevate a scene. And just like in canon, it makes the times she does get her quips in even more funny.

[jstlikemagic]

Stop That. - Jeff Wittek Smut

Title: Stop That.

Pairing: Jeff Wittek/Reader

Rating: R (NSFW/Swearing) | Slight masturbation

Summary: Y/N is going through all the moments of what happened the night before. She’s horny and Jeff doesn’t like it.

A/N: So, this contains minimal smut but hot nonetheless so yeah. Please reblog and/or like if you enjoyed this!

Waking up alone was always one of your least favorite things. It made you sad that the space was once filled and while you slept peacefully, he would get up and leave. It wasn’t his fault though, he had to be up and work on his videos. But nonetheless, it was something you still weren’t accustomed to.

Rolling over and looking at the clock, you groaned when you saw the red numbers that read 12:30. Knowing you had to get up, you groggily rolled out of bed and shuffled your way into the bathroom.

As you were grabbing your toothbrush, you quickly caught yourself in the mirror. Trailing your fingers up and down your neck, you admired all the love that attacked your neck the night before. Was it the usual for Jeff to leave marks? Yes, but last night may have been the roughest and hardest you two have ever gone. Flashbacks of last night filled your head: choking, scratching, being tied up, and spanked. It all rushed into your head and you could feel your pussy throbbing to your thoughts. You felt a sudden tingly feeling and knew you had to settle this fix.

You weren’t big into getting yourself off because it never matched up when Jeff did it. That’s when the idea popped into your head. You can just get his ass home and have him solve your issue and then all would be well! As you grabbed you phone, you already saw that he texted you.

Jeff: hey, i might be here at dave’s for a little while longer than expected.  see ya later baby

You: can you please call me!!!

Within an instant, your phone started ringing with Jeff’s caller ID flashed on the screen. “Hey babe, can you come home?” You asked.

“Y/N, if it’s another spider, just let it be or make friends with it, okay?” He laughed over the phone. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed.

“No, that’s not why I need you home. I need you to help me?” You replied while doing the one thing you never thought you’d do. You reached your hand down your panties and started rubbing your clit. A moan escaped your lips as you felt the pleasure.

“If you’re fucking masturbating over the phone, I’m gonna be really upset. You know I can’t be there to eat that sweet pussy of yours. That kills me, Y/N,” He groaned. All of a sudden, you let out a loud moan that honestly could’ve been heard through the phone. Starting to tweak your nipples, you arched your back and gasped at the sensation. “Y/N, fucking stop this bullshit or coming home and you’re gonna get it,” He said sternly.

[dearchikkie]

Apple Blossoms

MARICHAT MAY 2020

Day 13: Flower Crown

A/N: woooo! had a lot of fun with this, especially the bonus at the end ;) this will prob be vv poorly edited since I chugged three glass bottles of konpeito so sugar is running through my veins :/ hope you enjoy :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Tikki? Tikki, where are you?"

Yet again, Marinette while out on a girls-day with her friends had misplaced her purse, unfortunately, containing Tikki. Tikki would have called out to her, but with Alya attached to her hip, there wasn't any room to alert for her rescue. So now, Marinette dug around the picnic area's grass in search for her. She should have been more careful; an akuma scare had threatened the girls day out, summoning Chat Noir to come investigate.

Luckily he had left quickly after finding out there was no akuma, but everyone still seemed shaken up.

"Marinette! Are you ok?" Marinette spun around, turning face to face with a certain leather-clad cat.

"Ah! Chat Noir! You're... still around?" Hastily, Marinette pushed Tikki deeper into her purse, secretly reminding herself to apologize later for the rough treatment.

"I just wanted to check on you... and everyone else! Everyone matters, of course, but you're the only one here, so I thought it was better for me to just focus on you,"

"Oh." Marinette stood stiff as Chat Noir picked up a flower crown made of dried lavender, twirling it around as he admired it.

"This is really good, Marinette, it's simple but really well-made," the noirette approached Chat, ushering him to sit down on the picnic blanket beside her.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I didn't make that. Juleka did; she's really talented when it comes to making these. We all think she learnt how to do it just to impress Rose," giggled Marinette. She reached over and held up a clumsily made flower crown of daisies, "This one is mine. I chose daisies because Juleka said they were the easiest, but I could barely get it to stay together."

"I think it looks fine,"

"Maybe, but compared to Juleka's it's pretty pathetic huh?"

Chat exchanged Juleka's flower crown for Marinette's, smiling ever-so-slightly at it. "Nah, I like yours." he placed it back down, careful not to damage it, "Aren't you a designer though? Stitching, weaving, sketching, this seems like something you'd be good at?"

"That's what I thought!" groaned Marinette, "But fabric is solid. It sits there while you tweak it; flowers are small and delicate and break with even a small amount of pressure," she grumbled.

Marinette flushed as Chat let out a bark of laughter, side-eyeing her as he did, "Sounds to me you need to be more careful."

"Ha ha. Were you really here to 'check-up' on me, or just to mock both my flower crow and designing skills?"

Chat frowned, affronted, "Neither. I like your skills in both." to prove it, Chat put Marinette's daisy flower crown on. It settled over his hair, poofing it out.

Chat grinned at the girl beside him, "Now we're both princesses.'"

Marinette tried not to, but couldn't help from smiling at the sight.

Marinette grabbed another of her flower crowns and held it up to Chat, "This one is with apple blossoms. They're my mamans favourite flowers, she used to have them in her garden when she was young and lived in China."

Chat took it in his hands and examined it, lightly touching a petal with his sharp claw, "Did you make this one?"

She shook her head, "I started it, but after a while I felt like I was ruining it, so I asked Alya to finish it for me."

After she finished, Chat quickly dropped it over Marinette's head. The noirette looked up in surprise, her flower crown lay serenely on her head.

"It suits you. Keep it on,"

"I don't want to break it," Marinette reached up to take it off, but Chat grabbed her hands, "Chat?"

"If you're going to take it off, at least take a picture with it first!" Chat pouted.

Meekly, Marinette grabbed her phone and tried to take a selfie. But no matter how she angled it, she couldn't get herself to hit the button, "I can't. It feels so... awkward just taking a picture of myself."

Chat studied her. As Marinette looked away, Chat sidled up beside her, throwing an arm over her shoulder, "Then I'll be in the picture too! Pretend you're an adoring fan, crying over the chance to take a photo with me. Then it won't be so awkward!"

"Adoring fan, huh?"

"Ignore that part."

Marinette laughed, and reached back up to take the picture. Just like before, she hesitated. But then she saw Chat grinning into the camera, flower crown displayed proudly. How could she miss the chance to capture this?

The pair smiled up at the camera, letting go of each other as they heard the click. When Marinette opened it, she couldn't help the weird sensation in her stomach as she saw Chat beaming beside her. Beside her civilian form.

A week ago if you told her she'd be sat wearing flower crowns with Chat Noir as Marinette, she'd have laughed in their face.

It didn't seem so ridiculous now. Especially when she was with him.

"See, look how pretty we are without flower crowns,"

"I hate to admit it, but my flower crown seems to suit you more than me,"

Chat smirked at her, eyes staring intently at the picture, "Guess you'll have to keep me around then."

Marinette shut off her phone, shoving it deep into her purse as she stood up. "I better get going. Alya's looking for me, and I promised I'd be quick. She thinks I'm only picking up my bag after all!" a sudden thought struck Marinette, her face drained of colour, "Everyone else! I really need to get back now. Girls day out, y'know? What am I doing here with you, I should be with them!"

"Meowch."

Her eyes widened, "Not that I don't want to be with you-- no, I love being with you!" The girl flushed, "Love's a strong word! I mean, like! I like hanging out with you! Even though this is our first time actually really talking..."

After stuttering over herself, Marinette decided it would be best to just shut her mouth from talking at all.

Chat pulled himself up, dusting off any dirt stuck to his suit. A shrill 'BEEP' sounded in the air. Marinette instantly glanced down at his ring flashing brightly at the pair, "I guess you've gotta go too,"

The blond sighed. Marinette had other friends, he shouldn't take up all her time like this, "Seems so. Well, I know you'll miss me terribly, but this at's gotta run. See ya, Princess!"

With that, Chat extended his baton, bouncing into the air. He waved and gave a sly wink, before pushing himself forward and over the rooftops of Paris.

"That stupid cat. Running around wearing flower crowns and winking at me, I seriously need to discuss with him his flirtatious tendencies," grumbled Marinette. Tikki flew back up as soon as Chat had disappeared over the horizon,

"Shouldn't you be hurrying back to you're friends?"

Marinette gasped, "Shoot! Oh god, I need to get my priorities right!" the noirette allowed Tikki to reposition herself inside her purse, then ran back to the park's entrance.

✧✬✧

"Where is she?" groaned Alya. She sat down beside Mylene, who had edged herself on the side of the road.

"I'm sure she's on her way!" piped in Rose, "Maybe she just had trouble finding her purse?"

Beside them, Alix loudly snorted. She rolled her eyes, "Yeah right. A bright pink purse on dark grass. Marinette may be clumsy, but she isn't dumb."

The girls all stayed silent. Alix was right; how long did it take to pick up a purse?

Juleka mumbled, "Maybe she bumped into someone?"

"But we were the only ones around when we left," argued Alya.

"Someone could have sill entered through the west entrance,"

She shrugged in response, "I guess so," Suddenly, their attention was diverted when a black figure swung overhead, "Isn't that Chat Noir?"

He past by them, jumping over the streets below.

"Isn't that one of our flower crowns?"

"Of course not."

"Wait, if Chat Noir is around..." the girls shared anxious looks. Unbeknownst to them, Chat wandered the streets daily. Even with the absence of an akuma, Chat loved leaping over Paris, wind blowing through his hair.

Unluckily, this wasn't known by the group. The girls hastily packed up their stuff and rushed back to their hangout spot, "Marinette! Marinette are you ok?"

Alix ran ahead, the fastest one out of the bunch. She sprinted forward, swiveling her head back to stare at the group. Abruptly, Alix was knocked backwards. Her body fell to the ground, elbows scraping against the concrete. "Hey! Watch where you're goi-"

"Marinette!" Rose jumped forward and pulled Marinette into an embrace, "We were so worried!"

"Aw, Rose... Sorry I took so long,"

"Are you ok? We saw Chat Noir so assumed the worst!" joined Alya.

Marinette stilled in Rose's arms, "I-I saw Chat Noir, so I hid! Yes! I hid because of an akuma! That's what everyone would do, right?"

Alya laughed as she flung her arm over Marinette's shoulder, "Oh, Marinette. You seem kinda shaken, let's go get some ice cream!"

The girls cheered, Marinette smiling warmly at them all, "That sounds perfect, let's go!"

Chat watched from above, blushing furiously as he held Marinette's flower crown in his hand. He had meant to go back to return it, but her friends had already found her. Seeing her so at ease, smiling brightly at them all...

His face went an even deeper shade of red.

BONUS Adrien lay in bed, a daisy flower crown held up in the light. "A closet filled with designer, yet you become obsessed with some flower crown," snickered Plagg. Adrien glared at the cat kwami, "It's not just some flower crown; Marinette made it!"

"Aww, Adrien's first girlfriend!"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Unrequited lover!"

"Plagg!" groaned Adrien. He knew Plagg was just teasing, but him talking about Marinette like this was starting to get on his nerves, "Marinette's just a friend, you know that. Besides," Adrien rolled over. He delicately placed Marinette's flower crown on his bedside table, "Marinette's great, but Ladybug is the only one for me."

Plagg snorted, "Yeah, kid. No to Marinette, yes to Ladybug."

"What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing. Now give me some cheese or go to bed!"

Adrien sighed at his troublesome kwami, but shut the lights off nonetheless.

"Goodnight Plagg."

"Night, Adrien."

As Adrien drifted to sleep, a few houses away Marinette sent her final messages of the day:

als <3 heyy mari can u send me the pics from sat?? wanna post them l8r

mariii yea sure let me find them ok they're sending wifi sucks rn so it might take a while

als <3 yess thank uu

mariii aa gtg maman forcing me to sleep byee

als <3 ok text me latrr byee

mariii: screenshot_235 screenshot_236 screenshot_237 screenshot_238 screenshot_249

als <3 wooooooo they sent aw the first ones cute i'll prob set it as my profile pic ;) MARINEETEEEEE WHY DO YOU HAVE SELFIES WITH CHAT NOIR?????? MARIENTTE REOLYY TO MEHF WTF ABWKSD FLOWWWER CROWNSs?s????????? MARI ANDWER MES YABWYGYYBHKU MARINETRETE!!! !!! ?!?!?!?!?!

[zankivich]

The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 9

WARNINGS: smut, choking/breath play

*Shawn’s point of view*

Working with Niall was slowly getting him through the days. He was actually cool and funny as all hell. He recognized his record deal for what it was, and he was willing to make the system work for him without utterly changing who he was. It helped that he was talented and that he wanted to make the kind of music that Shawn was interested in as well. So with a little begging, and a lot of assurance that his dad would stop getting calls about him being a dickhead to everyone, Shawn was finally allowed to work exclusively with Niall. At least for the time being.

The two got close, the way that tends to happen when you’re in a studio with someone for sometimes eight to ten hours singing songs about the most intimate parts of who you are. Everyone else might have a different vision of Shawn, but Niall seemed to understand him for who he was. And the day the producer takes lunch and the two stay back for Niall to work on melodies, is the day their friendship solidifies even further.

He was sitting on one of the couches, still in his slacks and dress shirt, with a guitar riff in his head that wouldn’t quit. Without the producer there to rat him out, he thought there might not be any harm in playing around for a little bit. So, he picked up the guitar and began to play.

“Every time I see you baby I get lost, If I’m dreaming baby please don’t wake me up”

His fingers tap out the melody on the guitar, and he’s playing with it and tweaking it to his liking. He sings it again but in falsetto and it just sort of clicks. It’s good.

“Oiy, what the hell was that Mendes?!” Niall asked turning completely around in his chair.

He raised an eyebrow in Niall’s direction. “That was an A minor.”

“Not the fuckin’ notes, ya pipsqueak! That line. That melody. Where’d the hell you get that from?”

“Oh. I wrote it.”

“Are you kidding me? You write?”

Shawn nodded. “For myself. Not really for anyone else.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter does it? Let’s see some more of it!”

He grabs a guitar plops down on the couch beside him. They play together and sing together and write together. And Shawn couldn’t even have begun to explain how it made him feel. Like his whole world was brighter, and the walls weren’t so suffocating. He loved the concept of creating more than anything in the world. Writing and singing and playing were all that he had. And to finally get the opportunity to do something with them made him feel like he was on top of the fucking world. Before he knows it, not even twenty minutes later, he’s got a whole song. Something they created together. He couldn’t hide the happiness even if he tried.

“Holy shit, man. That--That’s incredible!” He gushed fingers tracing the words he’d scribbled down on the page.

Niall nodded. “Can’t believe you been holding out on me man! And to think you’re sitting here as handsome as you are not releasing that shit into the world. Your ole man must be crazy not to try and market you. I even want to fangirl a little bit over you.”

Shawn chuckled softly letting his fingers rest against his guitar again.

“If you knew my dad you’d understand. Trust me.”

“Whatever you say, Mendes. Shall we play it again?”

He shrugged. “Why the hell not?”

***

He goes over to her house on a Saturday afternoon. They’re supposed to be going out to lunch, and spending the day together. She begged him to bring his guitar and so he did, knocking gently on her apartment door with his case kept firm to his side just in case she got hurt. (yes his guitar is a she). When y/n opens the door wearing a sweatshirt of his that had gone missing a few weeks back, and shorts that leave little to the imagination, he’s not sure what she has planned for him but it surely must be better than some stupid lunch.

“Hi.” He murmured softly already pulling her into his arms.

She leans up on the tips of her toes and kisses him like she means it. Her fingers grip his chin and her tongue traces his mouth in a way that just might kill him. He’d welcome it if it meant it came from her.

“Mmm,” She hummed. “Hi. Come in.”

“We not going to lunch anymore?” He asked placing his guitar case against her sofa.

“Nope! We’re cooking instead.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. If my momma ever saw the state of your kitchen, she’d laugh and then slap you, and then laugh some more.”

“Babe, I don’t cook. Some of us have some talents, and some of us have others.” He whined, following her into the kitchen.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Boy, how would you even know you can’t cook when the only thing in your kitchen is some leftovers and two year old ketchup? Now go wash your hands. We’re eating in today.”

Clearly his afternoon was not coming with an option, and so he headed for her sink to wash his hands. He hung his jacket on the hook next to hers and met her at the kitchen counter where a whole ass chicken was sitting waiting to be butchered. He’d never felt so inexperienced in his whole life. He thought this must be what people who weren’t good at sex felt like.

“Fried chicken?” He asked poking awkwardly at the skin.

She snorted. “Is that what you think we’re finna make? You date one Black girl and all of a sudden you think it’s popeyes and grits every day huh?!”

“I--I didn’t...I just thought that--You know what I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

“That is probably in your best interest love.” She giggled swatting him on the ass. “Now, come watch mama teach you how to butterfly.”

He learns something new that day, though it might not have been quite the message she was going for. He learns that she looks sexy as all hell with a kitchen knife in her hand. What that meant about how fucked up his brain was, the world may neer know, but it was hot regardless. The second he moves behind her to gently wrap his hands around her waist she points her knife in his direction, and it gets a little less sexy.

“Can you and your dick try and focus for two minutes please?” She asked waving it around playfully

He whined again. “We were focusing. Quite hard, I might add.”

“Please?” She asked softly, her eyes wide and sincere at him. “Just please?”

He leaned down slowly to kiss her forehead and her nose in apology.

“I’m sorry. I’m here, I promise. Teach me how to butterfly.”

Turns out “to butterfly” means to cut the spine out of the chicken and lay it forward kind of like a butterfly, keeping it almost cut in half but instead in one long, big piece. She then takes softened butter and rubs it on the inside of the chicken, between the skin. She sticks thyme in between and rubs the outside of the skin with butter too. There’s salt and pepper and lemon and she lies it on a rack to go in the oven. It’s when she tucks the wings underneath the thighs to protect them from burning that he realizes this is her thing, not just a thing.

“You cook a lot, aye?” He asked, trying to keep up with her as she let him rub butter on the other side of the chicken.

She shook her head. “Not as much as I would like. I grew up in the kitchen with my mom. She’d been a cook her whole life. I don’t really have time for stuff like this no more though. It’s special to me. Means something.”

And she wanted to share it with him of all people. He makes special notice to pay a lot more attention from there on out.

The chicken goes into the oven and she puts on water to boil for the potatoes and some pancetta for her collard greens.

“This is how we upgrade a black staple,” She giggled. “We render out all of this fat on the pancetta, which is really just a more flavorful bacon and that’s gonna make the greens taste amazing. It’s also great because we’re really just gonna set them and forget them for about an hour and a half. By the time the greens are done so will our chicken. It’s perfect.”

There’s a different level of happiness to her when she’s cooking. She sets up a playlist to a speaker in the kitchen. Her hips move as she cooks, and she stops every now and again to kiss him until he forgets his own name. And she doesn’t even care when he fucks something us. She just laughs and fixes it and shows him how to do it correctly. He never knew cooking could be fun because of her. But it was never gonna matter if he was good at it or not. Because as long as he was with her, everything seemed to be alright.

“Hey,” He mumbled trapping her slightly against the counter top.

Her fingers ran up the length of his arms, and his body practically shook in response.

“What?” She purred, letting her arms come up to wrap around the back of his neck.

“I’m glad we stayed in today.” He admitted. “I think I love cooking with you.”

“Forreal?” She smiled.

His heart squeezed in his chest.

“Forreal. Thank you for showing me.”

“Anytime.”

“Yea? I might take you up on that.”

“I hope so.” She grinned.

He kisses her, just like that, pressed against her counter until the timer for the potatoes goes off. If the way that she smiled was his favorite part about cooking, his second was distracting her. He likes it better that way.

Lunch is...like really fucking good. Like he cleans his plate and goes back for more and completely ignores the grin on her face when he does it. His mum certainly wasn’t making collard greens in england nor Canada, but he had half a mind to call her up and ask why the hell not. It’s the best meal he’s ever had, he thinks. And the way she asks him about his week and his job while they eat and drink wine together is just sort of the topping on a very amazing pie. It’s the best time he’s had in months. And it isn’t lost on him that a huge part of that is just her presence.

When he’s full and slightly tipsy, she pulls him to her couch and makes him get out his guitar. He’s not drunk enough to tell her about all the songs that he’s written about her since they met. (especially not the track where he’d channeled his inner 2007 Sexy-back Timberlake. Who the fuck did he think he was?) But he’s just tipsy enough to let his fingers pluck out notes on the guitar that were for her upon inception. He’s just tipsy enough to get lost in her eyes while she drinks wine and tucks her legs beneath his hoodie. He’s just sober enough to be completely and totally honest with her when she asks him.

“You never said,” She murmured, her sock covered toes sneaking out to tap at his thigh. “You never said you played, or that you made music. How come?”

He starts to play My Girl, a comfort song from his childhood. It makes him a little less anxious when he stares at her.

“I didn’t want you to ask questions.” He admitted.

“Why not?”

“Think about it. What’s the one thing you wanna ask me now that you know? The one thing that’s confusing you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I’m wondering why...you sound the way that you do, and you--you look the way that you do, and your dad is the number one music exec in the world, but you’re doing a job for him that you hate.”

“Bingo.” He muttered.

Her eyes grew soft and she chanced placing her palm on his knee.

“You don’t have to tell me. I don’t wanna know to be nosy. I wanna know cause you’re important.”

His fingers aren’t even moving on the guitar anymore. And how could they after that? He places the guitar against the arm of the couch, and opens his arms for her to climb into. It helps when she’s between his legs, when his arms are wrapped around her and her head is pressed into his shoulder. It makes him feel stronger than he really is.

“My dad...he’s not a good guy.”

She squeezed at his fingers around her own. “I know that. What did he do?”

“I fell in love. With music, I mean. It’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at. And he supported me at first. He--He let me record and he let me train to get better and better. I used to spend every single day after school in the studio watching others create, learning, and trying to become that… I was like eleven when I told my dad how to do something better than he would’ve done it. And I’ve been on his bad side ever since.”

She peers up at him with kind, sad eyes because it must be clicking for her already.

“He didn’t like you being able to be good without him.” She murmured.

He shook his head. “I started to write. And they were...pretty good. By the time I was fourteen or fifteen I had a collection of stuff. I thought that maybe my dad could do for me, what he did for everyone else. And I asked him, you know, if I could put out a record. He said yes, said that he would manage me, and I’d be the biggest star on his whole label. And he...he had me sign a contract.”

“Shit,” She groaned knowing exactly where this was headed.

“Yep. I gave my dad ownership over every piece of music I created until the age of eighteen. He owns all of it. And by the time I realized what he was doing, I must’ve been like sixteen or something, it was too late. So, he never let me release anything. And anything I officially record, anything that’s not just me in my bedroom, it all belongs to him.”

“That--That’s bullshit! That’s complete and utter bullshit. He doesn’t own you. You’re a grown ass man, Shawn. There are ways. There are people we can get you connected to. You can make music just like anyone else.”

She’s fired up now. She turns to face him, instead of lying against his chest. Her fingers are still intertwined with his, and she lifts both of them to touch his cheek. It’s so sweet and good and kind. Everything he thought he might never get to have.

He smiles at her sadly. “I know. But, I wrote about two hundred songs. And so...on my eighteenth birthday he brought me into his office. I was gonna run away, or whatever the rich kid version of that is, start my own life and my own career. He said if I...if I worked for him till I was twenty-five, he’d give me my inheritance and my masters.”

“Shawn…�� She sighed.

“I know, hey I know. It sounds crazy, but y/n this is all that I have. That music, it’s all that I am. It means everything to me. I need it okay? So, I’m stuck here for a little while. And I’m gonna be okay with that if it means I get them back in the end.”

“Okay. Okay. I understand. Come here.”

It’s the wildest thing in the world. She’s sat in his lap and and all of a sudden she just wraps herself around him. His head falls to her chest. Her fingers scratch at his scalp. She just holds him. And his heart feels better because of it. He is better because of it. And he never could have seen that coming. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had hugged him so intimately, had helped him so thoroughly in such a small amount of time. He pulled his arms back around her in return and released a breath and maybe an ounce of the burden too.

“I’m sorry your dad is satan.” She cooed softly.

He chuckled sadly into her neck. “Thank you. Me too.”

“We’ll get through it. Somehow. Just let me think for a little while.”

“We?” He asked, voice small.

“Duh. Haven’t you heard? Hell hath no furry like a Black woman. We’ll figure it out.”

Huh.

“Okay.”

She fell back gently against the couch, her legs making way for him to lie between. He nestled his way into her arms and just sort of collapsed. She does this ridiculous thing with her fingers in his hair and he just kind of wants to cry and fall asleep. But it’s cool. It’s totally fine. They lie there so long he’s not sure what time of day it is when he sleepily nuzzles his nose into her belly.

“Y/n?” He mumbled sleepily.

“Yea?”

“This was the best date of my life.”

“Hmmm. Me too.”

***

He liked to bug her when she was on her way to really important meetings. It was usually the only time in the day he got to talk to her on the phone, and it brought him a happiness that somehow managed to get him through his day. Today, he’s listening to the click of her heels as she rushes to finalizes someone’s performance for the VMA’s.

“If I have to look at one more jackass try and tell me how to handle my job, I’m gonna start cutting bitches.” She huffed.

He chuckled. “If the police call, I’ll give you an alibi. Speaking of alibis, you think I could come over tonight?”

“Hmm...you been spending a lot more time at my place since you found out I know how to turn on a stove.”

“It’s not about the stove. It’s about the woman behind it.” He admitted. “I like watching you in your space, in your element. And I like being with you. Is that okay?”

“Yea...that’s okay.” She said, voice soft and pliant now. “Maybe we could watch another one of those movies of yours.”

He clenched painfully at his chest in both horror and somehow fond adoration.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen Harry Potter. That is genuinely the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard. Our night is settled. Prisoner of Azkaban it is!”

“I’ll watch Prisoner of Azakaban if you do something for me.”  

He rolled his eyes spinning aimlessly at his desk chair. He couldn’t even imagine having to make a deal with someone to get them to watch Harry Potter. What would his mum think if he brought this one home?

“I’m slightly offended at the sentiment but okay.”

“It’s just that there’s something I’ve always wanted to try but I’ve never trusted anyone enough to do it with?” She admitted. “But I think...I mean I want to try.”

At this point he thinks she’s talking about like a fear of rollercoasters or overcoming stage fright or some shit. You know, like an idiot.

“Well whatever it is y/n, I’ll do whatever to make it happen. You know that.”

She paused. “I--I want you to choke me.”

And that’s when he nearly falls out of his desk chair and straight onto the floor. Also like an idiot.

“I--I’m sorry?”

“You know like...like choking Shawn.” She huffed, clearly flustered.

“Yes, yes I know what choking is y/n! I just...you really want that?”

“Well I--I did. But if you’re not down with it then fuck it.” She mumbled.

“No! Shit, no that--that isn’t what I meant. I just wanted to check in and make sure. I’m sorry okay?  I just didn’t expect that to be a thing for you is all. I’m not kink shaming, I promise.” He assured her.

“Okay...well then what are you doing?”

“I’m . . . I’m coming over to my girl’s place tonight for some Harry Potter and consensual choking. Sounds like my kinda night, honestly.”

He could hear her smile over the phone, and it made his chest feel fuller at the thought.

“Are you sure? You’re sure you’re okay with it?”

“Of course. Just want to make sure you’re safe. We can talk about it tonight, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Yes you will.”

“Boy, get off my phone.”

***

*y/n’s point of view*

Who knew that the doorbell ringing could cause butterflies in your stomach. Certainly not you. Every day you spent with Shawn was this sort of awe inducing, stomach churning, spell. He was so soft to you. So playful and vulnerable and kind. Still cocky. Still an asshole sometimes. But at least with the good grace to smile apologetically when he did it. Everyone’s a work in progress.

You found yourself running straight home from work to change clothes before he got there, the same that you’d done every other night the last few weeks. Shawn had yet to spend a full night in your apartment and the significance of such a thing weighed heavily on both of you. You might let him fall asleep in the moment, might be so exhausted after sex that you were speechless, but make no mistake that by the time the morning came, he was expected to be out. Staying at Shawn’s was one thing. You knew his space and you knew how to handle yourself. But your home was your home. It was the most sacred space that you had in life. Sharing it did not come easily. But maybe, maybe you could grow a little.

You still weren’t over the smile on his face that came when you opened the door. Still couldn’t escape the way it made you feel when he wrapped his arms around you after a long day as if he’d been counting down the hours until he got to see you, exactly the way you sometimes did. It was wild. Everything about him was wild.

“Hi beautiful.” He hummed.

His fingers melded to the back of your neck and it sends a thrill through your body when he pulls you close like a ragdoll. His lips and his tongue still make you shudder. It’s fine.

“Hi.” You sighed breathlessly against his lips. “Missed you.”

“Yea?”

You nodded softly, hesitantly.

“I missed you too.”

Ugh. Gross.

Shawn only needs to step over the threshold to get a whiff of the chili you’d thrown in the crockpot before heading to work. Your momma’s recipe was nothing to mess with, and you had a feeling he would be coming over so it seemed like the logical thing to do. Shawn’s grin convinced you otherwise.

“What happened to no more cooking for me? I believe you said, and I quote: ‘learn to make your own food honkey, I’m not your maid’.”

You rolled your eyes and sniffed noisily. “Why you always gotta remember shit?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know. Something about the things you say, and the way you look when you say ‘em, makes me never wanna forget.”

You bit your lip and turned to lead him towards the kitchen, so that he couldn’t see the way his words made you want to burst from within your own skin.

“So sappy Mendes.”

Feeding him does something to you. You always loved to cook for people and to take care of others in that way. It was ancestral. Your mother had done it and so had her mother and so had hers. You loved watching people enjoy your food. You loved watching people be full and satisfied. But there’s something about the way that Shawn eats that takes it to a whole other level. The way he grabs a second bowl and a third because he eats enough for a small family. Something about the way he praises you endlessly between each bite. And when he washes the dishes after you’re both done, and let’s you know how amazing you are, it feels like a fair trade off. Like perhaps you can do this for him, if he’s willing to do that for you. It feels more domestic and soft then you care to admit to anyone, even yourself. But, here you are.

It’s when you’re at the kitchen counter opening another bottle of wine, and his nose does that thing where it skims your shoulder and you just melt like a teenager all over again, that he really ropes you in.

“Have you showered yet?” He asked softly.

You shook your head. “Just changed. Wanted to get dinner ready for when you got here.”

“Do you wanna shower with me?” His fingers dragged delicately over your thighs and hips before digging ambitiously into the meat of your ass. You raise up on your toes and stifle a moan. “Before we get into bed?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

In the shower, his fingers paint whole masterpieces against your skin. Your hair piled high on top of your head to hide from the water, but it didn’t stop him from tracing stands along your neck with his wet thumbs. The way that he looks at you is enough to make you feel completely naked beneath his gaze, like it’s your soul on display and not just your body. When he dips down to lick at your collarbones, to suck whole bruises into your flesh, what are you to do but cry out for him? What was there to do but to submit in every way? It’s the moments in the shower, with no words shared between the two of you--only touches and looks of longing, when you know that you’re all his. That perhaps you had never really had a chance to begin with.

He wraps you in a towel and nuzzles his face, warm and wet against your neck. His hands are still on your hips and he squeezes through the cotton firmly as he looks you in the eye.

“You want me to choke you.” He whispered.

And there’s no reason why just a confirmation of the statement should have your eyes rolling back in your head but here you were. Jesus.

“Y--Yea. Yes, I do.”

“Have you thought about it?” He hummed, his fingers dipping to the edge of the towel by your thighs and easing dangerously beneath the fabric. “What you want it to look like?”

Your eyes are shut.

“Yes, I have.”

“Tell me.” He demanded.

You bit anxiously at your lip, a bit of uncertainty hitting you. It wasn’t necessarily that it was the wildest thing that the two of you had done. But it just might be the most important, at least for you. It was no secret that letting go was the hardest thing in the world for you. In part, that’s what made the initial arrangement with you and Shawn so rewarding. When you could let go, these really amazing things would happen, and not just the orgasm but like the stress that ran out of your body. Letting go meant being vulnerable. It meant giving someone power over you and having nothing but your belief in that person to keep you believing that things would be okay. And so sharing this with Shawn wasn’t just a matter of kink, it was a matter of the ultimate amount of trust you could share with him. It also was kind of hot.

“I want...I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me like--like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, that my pleasure is the only thing in the world that matters.I want you to take care of me. And then I want you to choke me while I cum. I want you to remind me who gets to make me feel that way. You. I want you.”

You let your eyes flutter open and peer up at him nervously. Nothing could have prepared you for what you would find. His eyes were nearly back they were so blown of stimulation. He stared at you with hunger and with passion and maybe a little love too. It’s so overwhelming that when he picks you up in his arms you don’t even register it until your towel falls to the ground and all that’s left is the feel of his skin against yours.

“My good girl,” He sighed breathlessly, lips skimming the skin he’d sucked on just moments prior. “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? I promise.”

He twirled you lightly through the air taking your body straight down to the sheets of your bed. His towel joined yours on the floor as he crawled perfectly between your legs. Your fingers melded to the muscles of his chest, getting lost in the chest hair and the feel of his necklace cold against your flushed skin. He’s already semi-hard and you can feel him growing firming against your thigh. When he runs his fingers along your chest, between your breasts, and down along your belly button something turns molten within you. The need becomes insurmountable. Your ache is without end.

“Please. Please Shawn just---please.” You begged.

“Hey,” He whispered pressing closer against you. “I’m right here okay? I’m gonna give you everything.”

And how could you prepare yourself for what that might mean. What was everything in a context in which you wanted all that he was willing to give. What did it mean when it was no longer just fucking, but when everything might include your heart too?

He starts with your neck. It’s the most sensitive part of you and it’s already been touched repeatedly. His lips are gentle and searching moving over the places where his tongue had created welts already. He gets to your breasts, hands firm and warm as they cup your flesh to feed your nipple into his mouth. It’s methodical in nature, and it makes your toes curl. He sucks and kisses and bites and you don’t know what to do with yourself. It feels like an act of worship. It feels like all he could ever offer you.

His head finds its way between your thighs and it’s life changing. He runs the flat of his tongue heavy and firm across your clit, pulling off with a very quick point of his tongue, and then repeating. It makes your stomach tense. His fingers grip and mold to your thighs as he licks deep into you. Just like every other time he touches you, your body is like a pipe well primed. It aches for him, and it gushes with ease. A part of you wishes he had to try harder to get you to cum in the manner that he does, but it’s hard to find time to be embarrassed when he’s chasing your release with swollen, hungry lips. When your body falls back down to the sheets you are already fucked out and dazed.

“God. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are.” He sighed, leaning on his knees above you, fingers cupping his erection to pull playfully at the flesh. “Are you ready for me?”

You nodded without hesitation, tongue sticking out along your lip when he mentions the beauty that he recognizes within you. He’s often too much, but he’s especially too much right now. When he doesn’t move fast enough for your liking you reach for his hips with your hands and tug him close between your legs. He moves--finally--to hover over you while allowing his fist to lead the head of his dick to bump against your clit. You’re still so wet that every rub against your slit is auditory, feels like it’s ringing out against the walls how much you want him. And you do. God, you do.

"The way you open up for me," he gasped wetly against your shoulder. "baby you're perfect."

"Fuck. I--it feels so good." You huff.

"Gonna make it better. Gonna give it you the best you've ever had."

His hands slot your legs around his back, fingers digging deep into the flesh of your ass for leverage. It is ridiculous how good it feels. You don't even know what to do with how he feels inside of you. His hips are powerful and rugged and he touches you with the precision of a man who has listened to your needs and desires. He pushes into you like is the last thrust over and over again until your body is shaking, until your moans for him turn to sobs, until the sound of his hips tapping your ass speeds out of control and the only thing you're left with is to lose your fucking mind.

"Oh--oh my god! Oh my god, baby!"

Your hips fly off the bed but Shawn couldn’t care less. He’s got himself poised over you, arms on either side of your head and he’s going for it. He’s carving himself into you so deep there’s no way to tell where he begins and where you end. And your body is singing his praises. In fact it’s doing that thing that no one had ever had the audacity to make it to before. It’s fucking bursting from within.

“M’ gonna cum.” You whispered desperately up at him.

His nose tips down to skim against yours as your eyes meet and his lips are parted in bliss and concentration.

“Already?” He gasped, lips tilting slightly up into that cocky ass grin of his.

There’s not even time to tell him to fuck off. Your nails are too busy digging into his shoulder blades.

“M’ gonna cum. I--FUCK!”

There’s a gushing sound that joins the wet slap of your bodies and that’s when the both of you look down at where he’s fucking you to see the way your body manages to squirt around him. It covers your thighs and his and makes his dick glisten with every thrust. You’re fucking gone. You collapse down against the sheets gasping for breath and he hasn’t even slowed down.

“Jesus Christ, y/n.” He groaned pushing in again to come to a stop. “You’re shaking.”

Your arms and legs wrap around him in a vice like grip. You close your eyes and try to steady yourself, but it’s damn near impossible. Every part of you is so sensitive, it feels like you’re on the tip of the waterfall constantly, just waiting to fall in. It’s too much.

“You have got approximately sixty seconds to get me to do that again and choke me at the same time. I think my body might combust.” You panted.

This time he stays up on his knees, body not in such direct contact. It’s probably for the best, as even your skin seems to thrum in this moment like a live wire. The last thing you need from him is more contact. So, of course he slots your legs over his shoulders and fucks you within an inch of your life instead.

There’s a sweaty curl that flops against his forehead on every upward thrust. His large hands gripping your thighs for better leverage don’t quite tame the way that you’re shaking. It’s too good. It’s way too good. You reach for the headboard behind you in desperate search for  a pillow or literally anything to hold onto. Not even five minutes later and you can feel your hips leaving the bed again, your body ready for that combustion you’d been talking about.

“S--Shawn! Shawn, now.”

“Now?”

“Yes, dammit! Now!”

He licked his lips and bent over you, your body contorting along with him as he reached to skim his fingers along your neck. His hips don’t stop moving as his thumb traces your pulse point. In fact he’s still panting with the effort and it’s everything for you to hear.

“Tap me if it hurts. Tap me if you don’t like it. Just--just tap me okay?” He mumbled.

You nodded vigorously. “Okay.”

“Color?”

“GREEN SHAWN.”

He starts to squeeze down peering between your body to keep hitting it like no one ever has before. It is the most ridiculous moment of your life. The more he loses himself in you, the more he squeezes, and your body just lights up immediately. It’s in the way that his arm tenses, hand clenching around your throat. It’s in the way he moans your name against your lips. It’s definitely in the way he grinds against you so tight that your eyes roll back in your head. With every second that you can’t breathe your orgasm pulses in your veins. And as his fingers grip your throat, you watch the vein in his forehead become just as prominent as that curl as he loses himself too.

“Oh my god. I can feel it. I can feel your body fighting for it, baby. Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Your back arches off the bed and he grunts as he chases his own orgasm inside of you. The second his fingers ease off your throat as your cumming is like an unworldly experience. It leaves you sobbing against the bed completely fucked out of your mind. If you could feel anything besides intense overstimulation you might notice the way your thighs are soaked all the way down to your knees. The tenderness between your lips. The swollen prominence of your nipples. Instead you’ve got nothing left to give.

He pulls out and just barely collapses against you. His pants are wet and warm against your neck, and his fingers are already rubbing at the place where he’d grabbed your neck. No one talks for a while. To do so might ruin the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

“You’re okay?” He whispered. “Are you sure?”

“Yea. I’m okay. I’m so much more than okay.”

You felt his teeth against your collarbone as he smiled. And you can’t help the giddy little giggle that passes through your lips in response.

“Feel good?”

“Felt so fucking good, asshole.” You muttered affectionately.

The worst thing he could possibly do is get out of bed. The second his arms aren’t wrapped around you, the second he's not pressing you firmly into the bed, feels like an attack against your being. You hate it with everything in you.

"Stay." You mumble pulling him closer with your tired limbs.

He chuckled softly. "Mmm just gonna get the towel to clean up with, love."

"I know but...after that, stay okay? Dont leave...just stay here."

His eyes grow wide and then soft. He cups your cheek gently in his hand and moves forward to kiss you silly. His teeth nip at your bottom lip and you don't even have the time to be nervous. You're too busy falling for him.

"Yea. Okay. I'll stay as long as you want me too."

And wasn’t that dangerous as all hell? But it’s the first time he stays the night, and it’s the first time you’ve got no idea how to ever make him leave.

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The Flicker of Rebellion (2)

Requested by: @calkesttiss​ | Prompt:

Ooo what about Cal and reader going undercover and having to wear inquisitor or trooper uniforms

Cal Kestis x Reader

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2 of ?

Everybody each had their own plate full.

For instance, Cere eventually became part of the communications and data encryption team—her knack of splicing, hacking and redirecting communication signals greatly factored to her contribution to the team.

Merrin, on the other hand, found her extensive knowledge with plants and herbs that can be turned to potions that may help with the recovery of the patients in the medical ward.

Meanwhile, you and Cal were working on your own lightsabers, tweaking and polishing your weapons to pass the time.

“Do you think we will have to use our lightsabers before we could reach the archives vault?” you asked out of deep thought while shining the sleeve of your saber.

Cal paused from his own lightsaber and saw the expression on your face. The concern was all over your face despite your pensive tone. He places his hand on your lap.

“Let’s hope not, [y/n],”

Your lip pursed into a smile. A few minutes later, a rebel fighter came walking towards your general direction—he has taken on the role of messenger, relaying the message from the captain himself. The two of you were being summoned to see him in the conference hall from earlier; dropping everything and letting the messenger boy lead the way, either of you had a feeling that this has something to do with the mission.

“Captain? The Jedi are here,”

“Send them in,”

The messenger steps aside from the narrow, open doorway. He dismisses himself as soon as you step into the conference hall. Turns out the captain wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by a woman clad in a different uniform that neither you nor Cal have seen until now.

“Afternoon, Cap,” you casually greet, helping yourself to a seat by the first row of benches to which Cal seats himself next to you.

“Afternoon, [y/n], Cal. I suppose you two are wondering why I’ve called you here,” he gestured to the woman, she steps forward to the holotable, and she reveals a trunk that she has probably been holding while awaiting you both.

The captain proceeded to introduce the woman.

“This is Riva Fane. She is one of our analysts helping us with this operation, and she has been working on your… peripherals for the mission.”

Riva flicked the trunk open and revealed two sets of clothes—one was recognizably an Imperial officer’s gray uniform, whilst the other was a mysterious article of clothing but you immediately noticed the hints of red over the black body color.

“The spies managed to steal an officer’s garb—as you can see, it’s the gray one,” Riva proceeded to take out the uniform from the case. “And we strongly presume this was Cal’s size.”

“And this one?” you point at the black uniform.

“That,” Riva clicked her tongue. “Would be yours, [y/n]. Go ahead, take it out of the case.”

Holding it by the shoulder part, you pull out the clothing from the container as Riva instructed, once fully out of the case Cal’s eyes and yours widened, your lips parted as you hoisted your apparent disguise.

“An Inquisitor’s garment?”

“I did some digging on the current Inquisitors. It seems that they weren’t exactly complete from one to whatever number they end with.”

“So what number am I going for here?”

“Glad you asked!”

Riva Fane’s overall perkiness and enthusiasm over her personal fashion project was a complete contrast to what you’re feeling right now; but then again, your emotions are so mixed up that you couldn’t pinpoint what emotion you’re having at the moment. Riva placed a hologram puck in the center of the table and switched it on.

“The roster of Inquisitors is incomplete, I don’t think they bother even filling up the list,” Riva points out as a row of the Inquisitors and their information pop out of the hologram, she waves her hand over the projection as she went on with her exposition.

“Nevertheless, the Inquisitors answer to Darth Vader, the head of it all,” Riva’s perky tone melted into a fearful, softened voice as soon as she flashed the projection the Sith Lord’s profile. There was a shudder in her voice which you and Cal completely understand.

“You two obviously know the Second and Ninth Sisters. But the roster currently has the Fifth, Sixth, and Eighth Brothers as well as the Seventh Sister—they have no last known contact with the base in Cheth. It is highly likely that none of them have gone here recently as our spies didn’t pick up anything that may clue us on that, although all of their present whereabouts are unknown.”

 “I honestly don’t know whether to be frightened or impressed by this,” Cal half-jokes.

“I only asked what Inquisitor Sister I’m impersonating as,” you add.

“Oh! Sorry about that, I suppose I got a little too carried away with the info,” Riva clears her throat. “You will go by the Sixth Sister.”

“Is there a known Sixth Sister—whether dead or alive?”

“Neither! It’s a totally, whole person—which is kind of an advantage,”

“I think I’ll have to make it an advantage. Either way, I think we can handle it,”

Riva lets you take the case with you on your way back to the Mantis. You have a few hours left of your free time before the mission commences.

“We never asked how they got these things—the officer’s uniform at the very least,” you thought out loud.

“Do you really wanna know?”

You chuckled, your expression suddenly turned somber and Cal noticed it at the corner of his eye.

“Hey,” he placed his hand gingerly on your shoulder. “You okay?”

“I hope we could pull this off. I feel like… all of them are depending on us the most.”

Cal managed a smile, he inched closer to tenderly kiss your right temple, caressing your cheek at the same time.

“We’ll be okay,”

It was only an hour left before the mission could finally commence. The blaring alarm prompted you and Cal to get dressed into your disguises. Cal stepped out of the bathroom where he got changed. The uniform was eerily an accurate fit.

“Look at ya, all prim and proper!” Greez commented.

“Uh, thanks, I guess? Where’s [y/n]?”

You step out of the quarters, adjusting the neckline of your outfit and realigning the collar of the cowl that comes with it, your other hand was holding the mask. Cal examined you from head to toe: hair fixed into a neat ponytail, a black suit with red accents with its complementary cowl and mask.

Your eyes found Cal’s but you notice that his eyes were wandering.

“Cal, my eyes are up here,” you joked. “Well, how do I look?”

“Y-You definitely look the part,” he swallowed the lump in his throat.

You smile back, “So do you.”

You walk up to him and straighten the medal signifying the officer’s rank pinned over his left chest. Cal wasn’t sure if you noticed how he nervously shifted where he stood when you got close enough. Perhaps this new look of yours somehow excited him too much that it made him jumpy.

He watches you and your gloved hands straighten the rank pins on his left chest and flatten the crumples on his sleeves.

“There,” you smile and gently pat him on the chest. When you look up to his eyes, you notice his stare and smile. “What is it?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing. Thanks by the way,”

You reach for his cap on the table and wear it on his head. You straighten the brim so that it’s centered.

“Come on, the shuttle can’t wait for long.”

[fandom-necromancer]

162. Here, take this.

Just as a note, this one is a bit longer because my initial idea ‘Hey, would be funny for Nines to gift Gavin a pebble’ kinda took off a bit.

Fandoms: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

part2   part3

Nines had learned a lot in the little time he had been active. If he had to boil it down, he could reduce it to three things. One: humans were confusing and so much more complex. Two: Him not having a social module made it unbelievably difficult to work with them. Three: His working relationship with Detective Gavin Reed depended solely on the fact that an RK800 unit – Connor – considered him a brother and had knocked out the human immediately after every fight they had.

It was a relief to have the Detective behaving in his presence now, although Nines had wished the reason to be himself, not the looming threat that was Connor. But that would need time. Experience and learning. Cyberlife never finished him. His hardware was completed, yes. But a lot of the software-tweaks they wanted to implement had simply been forgotten over the revolution. Most could be overlooked but the lack of social skills was a severe hindrance.

Sarcasm, humour, body-language or just a slightly different tone that altered the meaning of a sentence completely – all that were concepts he knew. He had done the research and memorised it in all the empty space where the program should have been, but recognising it in real life situations? An impossible task for him.

‘Phck, shit, goddamnit! Why are you phcking doing this to me?’ RK900 looked up and over his desktop to Gavin quickly analysing the situation. No eye-contact. Looking at the screen with wrinkled face. Tone harsh. Nines concluded it wasn’t directed at him pretty quickly, but what was this emotion? Anger? Incomprehension? Despair? Could be anything. ‘I detected you are in some way irritated. Can I help?’ Gavin flinched and looked up to him. ‘What? No. The damn computer just asked for a password and I mistyped it. Now I’m blocked for the next five minutes.’ ‘I have to remind you, your Computer isn’t in any way sentient and you speaking to it won’t achieve anything.’ ‘I know, tin-can! But sometimes you have to let your frustration out and yell at a machine. I mean, look at you! You also seem not to be sentient enough to understand me and yet I phcking talk to you! I need a damn coffee!’ The human jumped from his chair letting it scoot a bit backwards. Nines remained seated and started analysing the last conversation. Had he done something wrong? Had something he said angered the Detective? Had there been another social cue he had overseen, something subtle he should have picked up? He was still deeply in thought as Connor came over. ‘Has he done something?’ Nines studied the other android and somehow it was easier to read him than humans. There was this evident worried protectiveness together with disdain for the Detective. ‘I don’t know. He stated to be “frustrated”.’ ‘With you? You know I can talk with him anytime, just say the word.’ ‘No. RK8- brother – your “talks” tend to end in physical violence. I think it would be detrimental to the efforts I put into understanding the human. He seemed frustrated of his Computer.’ ‘Fine.’ Connor locked eyes with Gavin coming back from the breakroom and as soon as the man realised his presence there was resistance in coming nearer. The cause of it stayed illusive to Nines, although Gavin returned to his desk as soon as Connor had departed. ‘Jesus, your brother is terrifying.’ ‘Jesus didn’t have a brother.’ ‘What the… Nines, I meant your brother. Connor.’ ‘I wouldn’t call him threatening. He is easily agitated when it comes to the people, he calls family.’ ‘Whatever. Just please don’t tell him to beat me up again, okay? I learned my lesson, I’m trying to be nice to you, although you are weird as phck.’ Nines took a while to try find out the meaning of weird as a fuck. In the end he agreed on the basic expression of him being weird and the rest of the sentence due to the Detective’s very unique use of expletives. ‘I never told him to do that. I don’t even understand why he tends to do it. I don’t wish any of my surroundings harm.’ ‘Well, you are not very good at it. I’m gonna go home. See ya tomorrow.’ Nines nodded but didn’t answer, not knowing one was required.

The night shift arrived, and Nines was still working. Connor and Lieutenant Anderson had gone shortly after Gavin and Connor once again offered him to come with them. But he had declined as always. There was no use going somewhere when there was work to do. Although, around midnight he found himself distracted more and more. The conversations of the day replayed in his mind over and over again, analysing every second of them, learning from it and trying to figure out what he did wrong again this time. He managed to dismiss most of his thoughts for later but wasn’t able to let go of the Detective explaining he was frustrated. Frustration. The feeling of being upset or annoyed as a result of being unable to change or achieve something. A kind of mental pain humans experienced. Maybe if he could help the Detective, they would warm up to each other. But what could he do when he had to research what frustration was, what it felt like? Frustration could be caused by stress, but also from various other sources, there was no way Nines could find out what it was exactly that put off his partner. All he knew was that Gavin wasn’t happy. How to make your partner happy? There were quite some results to the search. He hadn’t expected there to be so much advice when clearly little jobs had people partnering up. Compliment him. Well, Gavin was intelligent. He was on the upper scale of human attractiveness according to online-tests and really stubborn. But he wouldn’t know how to say any of that without getting misunderstood. Tell him you appreciate what he does for you and your family. Again, not the best thing, when all Gavin had done for his “family” to hold Connor at gunpoint repeatedly. Make time for things to get hot in the bedroom. That just left Nines clueless. Sure, he could hack the Detective’s smart home and manipulate the thermostat, but wouldn’t the human know best what to do with it? Be supportive of his alone time. At least that he already was, following his orders when he told him to fuck off. Look him in the eyes. Manageable. When you get something for yourself, get something for him, too. So a gift, then. Difficult but also in the realm of possibility.

He decided to take the next day off. There hadn’t been new cases lately, so his new mission was far more interesting and rewarding. Learn how to compliment. Acquire a gift. He figured the mall would be as good of a place as any to start and so he strolled through shops filled to the brink with humans and androids, trying to find something in the overwhelming heap of goods. Somehow he ended up in a small shop for minerals and simple jewellery. He hadn’t made the decision consciously and realised he had only entered because it was empty and somehow… tranquil. The android wandered through the aisles of sparkling crystals and polished stones beginning to think he was going to fail his mission.

‘Hello. Do you need help?’ Nines nearly forgot he wasn’t alone. He was about to decline but maybe the human could actually help him. ‘I’m looking for a gift for a friend of mine. He is a human and stated to be frustrated. I thought a gift would help.’ ‘Ah, so is your friend interested in minerals?’ ‘I… I don’t know if he sees any value in these stones.’ Nines quickly did some research about the public opinion on them realising what he said had the potential to hurt the shopkeeper. ‘But I heard humans enjoy… shiny things.’ The human huffed at that and nodded. ‘Most do. Is your friend someone who wears pendants or rings?’ Nines didn’t even have to check to answer that. ‘No. He has a keychain, but that’s as far as it gets.’ ‘Okay, so more of an ornamental object. Do they have a favourite colour?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘What about eye-colour?’ Nines frowned. ‘How is that important?’ ‘Well, it’s something few people realise unless they spend time with each other. So, it is a proof you remembered it, a sign of affection. Some people tend to say the eyes are a gateway to your soul.’ ‘I don’t have a soul.’ ‘Well, humans aren’t really sure they have one either. It’s more of a saying, symbolism.’ ‘Do humans compliment on each other’s eyes if they mean so much?’ ‘Oh, yes. Most do. So what is his colour?’ ‘Green bordering to grey. It kind of depends on lightning and how much he slept.’ ‘Okay, I have some green ones.’ He led Nines to a shelf full of little stones, all of them varying tones of green and blue. Although Nines had no real grasp at aesthetics one caught his special interest. It was small, not bigger than a pebble, but it looked like ocean waves crashing against a cliff, turning in on each other and creating a pattern of delicate complexity. Somehow it seemed fitting – a storm caught in a moment. ‘That’s an apatite. But not the best of quality. See those enclosures? Normally they are thin and not as prominent. We have better ones over here if you like.’ ‘No, I think I’ll take this one.’

The next day he was back at work, the stone in his pocket. Gavin hadn’t asked why he hadn’t been at work yesterday. Both simply worked on their cases and reports, close to ignoring the other. Until Gavin announced he was going for a coffee break. Immediately Nines stood, this being the cue he had waited for. ‘May I accompany you?’ ‘Sure, I mean it’s just to the breakroom and out for a cigarette.’ Nines waited until the Detective got his coffee and followed him to the parking lot.

‘So why are you so clingy today, toaster?’ He took a deep breath and blew the smoke out in the air. ‘You stated you were frustrated.’ ‘And?’ ‘That means you are not happy. As this is the prerequisite for a good working relationship, I aim to correct that.’ ‘What?’ ‘I noticed that your eyes are remarkable. There is a high possibility you won’t need glasses until old age.’ Nines scanned the human but couldn’t decide whether the expression he wore was flattered or dumbfounded. But well, that was complimenting him done. Now to the gift. ‘Here. Take this.’ He stretched out his hand, the stone on his palm. Gavin hesitantly took it and studied the object. ‘What is this?’ ‘It’s a stone. It reacts badly to pressure and heat, just like you and it looks like your eyes when we investigate at night. My research deemed this a suitable gift. I’m going back to work.’

With a more than pleasing [mission successful] in his HUD he left Gavin standing in the parking lot, the man staring a hole in his back.

[duckapus]

Paper Nicktoons- Prologue

Today…

I’m going to tell you the story of “Star Spirits and Good Wishes.”

Far, far away, beyond the sky, way above the clouds, it’s been said that there’s a haven where Stars live. In this sanctuary of Star Haven there rests a fabled treasure called the Star Rod, one of the Great Wands which have the power to grant all wishes. Using this wondrous Star Rod, the seven revered Star Spirits worked in tandem with other mystical councils across the realms to watch over our peaceful worlds carefully… very carefully.

And then one day…

The elderly Koopa in a purple hat and matching robes, looking ever so out of place in Star Haven, peered out nervously from her hiding place.

Satisfied, she put her magic rod up to her beak, “The coast is clear, your Nastiness. Prepare for transport.”

“Perfect. Everything’s ready on my end, Kammy. Fire away!”

At her master’s bidding, Kammy shot a geometric bolt of Koopa magic at the ground nearby. The bolt exploded into a small mass of multicolored smoke, dissipating to reveal the King of the Koopas, Lord Bowser himself.

The mighty Dragon-koopa inhaled deeply, before declaring, “Ah, I love the smell of stardust in the morning! All right Kammy, let’s go get ourselves a superweapon!”

“Mwehehe! As you command, my Lord!” the old witch cackled, and the duo of dastardly turtles strode towards the Star Temple (people in the Mushroom Kingdom’s world are really uncreative with names).

As they entered the great hall, Bowser grew suspicious, “Weird. A building this important holding such a powerful artifact, but no guards in sight.”

“That’s because we only need one,” called a familiar voice, prompting the villains to turn around.

What they saw was a small yellow star with reddish-brown eyes and a distinctive brown lock of hair drooping to the right. Kammy had no idea who this smug little sprite was, but Bowser would recognize that grim expression on any face.

“Er… hey, Geno! Long time no see, pal! Congrats on the promotion… this is a promotion right?”

“It is, thanks. So, how’s this going to play out, old friend?”

“...Can we skip the Mariachi Guy stand-off and go straight to the shootout?”

Geno responded by forming a replica of his old loaned doll body, gun arms at the ready.

“Thank you. BOOK IT, GRANNY!” the duo leaped to either side of the Star Guardian, narrowly avoiding being riddled with bullets.

The possessed puppet focused on Kammy, figuring she would be the healer of the pair, “Kamek didn’t teach Bowser much in the way of respecting his elders, did he?”

“Do you want to try telling a two ton near-immortal fire-breathing dragon fueled by teenage hormones to be polite?”

“Fair enough.”

It was a testament to Geno’s skill and Kammy’s experience that they could hold such a casual conversation in the middle of a firefight. As it was, Bowser was struggling to find an opening between the shower of bullets and geometric shapes-either through his old party member’s defenses or to his coveted prize. Just as he was about to go into his usual fiery rage, he remembered something.

With little hesitation, the large Koopa retired to his shell, spinning rapidly and obviously towards his enemy. On reflex, Geno easily caught the Koopa King and tossed him over his shoulder down the hall-in the wrong direction, he realized too late.

Now ignoring the elderly Magikoopa (who had been growing increasingly winded as the duel went on), Geno raced to the end of the hall, hoping beyond hope he wasn’t too late.

His wish had failed by a matter of milliseconds.

“GWAHAHAHA!! I’ve done it! Finally, I can take what’s rightfully mine!”

“Not if I have something to say about it!” With that, the Star-turned-toy leaped up to grasp the Star Rod, hoping his desire to save it would outweigh Bowser’s ambition.

Not even close, he realized with a start. Barely enough of his own influence shown through to make a single request for indirect aid. Still, he supposed as he was tossed across the chamber, it’s better than nothing.

Bowser, who had felt the Rod act without him, leered maliciously at his adversary, “what did you do?”

The Star, suddenly feeling much more wooden then celestial, glared defiantly, “wouldn’t you like to know?”

Bowser sneered, smoke puffing from his flared nostrils, before his face morphed into a wicked grin, “You know, I can never remember; are you a Dummy or a Puppet?”

Confused, Geno was about to reply that he was, in fact, a Doll, before noticing that he could no longer move his body. Bowser’s grin widened. “Stand at attention, soldier.”

Unbidden, the Star Guardian complied. It was then that Geno realized; Bowser had just made his first wish.

“Your Cruelness!” Kammy called as she entered the Star Rod’s chamber, “I take it from your evil laughter earlier that we’ve been successful?”

“You bet your best hat we have! Check it- the Mushroom World’s Great Wand and a new minion as a sweet bonus! He doesn’t do much right now other than follow direct orders, but I can work on that later.”

In high spirits, the Koopa King summoned his signature white and green Clown Car, “Get in Geno, we’re blowing this joint in style!”

As his weapon-turned-prison obeyed it’s new master (who was currently ravaging Star Haven and imprisoning the seven Star Spirits), Geno could only pray that Mario and whoever would be called to his aid could find some way to fix his newest mistake.

Now Star Kids may rise to Star Haven to deliver people’s wishes… 

But those wishes will not come true.

Meanwhile, in other worlds…

A man walked out to his mailbox as he did every morning, pausing only a moment to glare at his hated next-door neighbor (who cheerfully waved back).

As he looked over the mail (mostly bills, again) one envelope confused him.

“That’s odd, Timmy never gets written invitations!”

…

After a long day of school and Ghost fights, all Danny Fenton wanted to do was flop down in his bed and sleep till… probably midnight, if Skulker was in a good mood. Still, something compelled him to check his Email. The newest message was an invitation to a party in… the what kingdom? Calls to his two best friends confirmed that they’d received invites too.

Still, that begged the question why it was explicitly addressed to Danny Phantom.

…

“Good morning, Gary!” Spongebob called as he prepared for his day. Mr. Krabs had closed up shop while he went on a vacation with his daughter Pearl (as much as he hated to admit that he needed the rest) so the Aquatic fry cook’s schedule was free for the next two weeks. The poor guy must have been really out of it, because he’d agreed to pay Spongebob and Squidward while he was gone.

As the animate sea sponge prepared to head outside, he saw that the mail had arrived early today.

“Let’s see… Postcard from Sandy over in Texas, Power bill, Coupons… Oh, what’s this?”

Reading the now-familiar-to-us invitation, the sponge’s square face clearly held back a squee of delight, “I’d better call the guys and see if they can help me get to this ‘Mushroom Kingdom’ place.”

…

“Jimbo! A letter came for you! It looks kinda fancy, too.”

“Coming dad!” Jimmy called down from his room before setting down the ray gun he’d been tinkering with.

“Here ya go, son.” Hugh said as he passed the young prodigy his invitation. Soon after reading it (and checking it over to make sure he’d read it correctly) Jimmy received a call from someone he didn’t quite expect.

“Hi, Spongebob, What’s up?... Wait, You got one too?”

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Hello everyone, and welcome to a project I’ve been trying to get off the ground for a while. This is a rewrite of Paper Mario, modified to work in written format, make some minor tweaks to keep things fresh(like including Geno), and of course having the cast of Nicktoons Unite join Mario on his journey. I’ll be trying to post a chapter at least once a week, and I’d be happy to answer any questions about it!

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Bond Between People & Pokémon Pt.4

After getting Incineroar to join their side Ganon sent him to get to know his allies. Ridley, K.Rool & Bowser were in the villains break room playing card games.

King K.Rool: Go fish.

Bowser picked up a card. Ridley, who wasn’t playing at the time, looked at Bowser’s deck of cards before nodding at K.Rool.

King K.Rool: Hmm…Do you…Have…(Ridley stomps once)...Any…(Ridley stomps twice more)…Three’s?

Bowser: Yes I do how are you doing this!? You’re the luckiest guy I know!

King K.Rool: Luck ain’t got nothin to do with it.

Ridley & K.Rool laugh silently until Incineroar burst open the door with excessive force.

King K.Rool: Who the hell is this guy? Is that a freakin’ cat! That has got to be the ugliest lookin thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Bowser: Oh that’s the new guy. Ganon thinks he’ll be useful to us.

Ridley: Hey pussy cat! Who the hell are you and why should we care?! Are ya lost!? Need us to hang missing posters around? HA!

Bowser: Don’t say that idiot!

Incineroar: What the hell did you just say about me!? If you want to fight feel free I’m all yours!

Ridley: With pleasure!

King K.Rool: How about we make this a tag team battle? (Rubs his tounge through his claws).

Bowser (Grabbing some popcorn): This is gonna be good!

-A few minutes later-

Ganondorf: Eggman is that invention of yours finally being put in production?

Eggman: Yes Ganon. Wily & I just need to add a few more tweaks to these new weapons. However, due to Wesker’s “Superior Intellect” he has taken control of the operation.

Ganondorf: That was a wise decision.

Eggman: Wise!? How!?

Ganondorf: You lose to a hedgehog. I think that’s the only reason necessary. Huh, why have you stopped walking?

Eggman points at Incineroar who at that moment had single handedly taken down both Ridley & K.Rool.

Ganondorf: Did you do this? You nearly killed them.

Incineroar: Oh crap. I’m so sorry dude!

Ganondorf: No no no…It’s fine by doing this you’ve officially found yourself on my good side.

Bowser: Ganon man I’m sorry man I tried to stop them but I was too weak.

Ganondorf: Well why didn’t you invite me to “help?” Would have been interesting. Now I only have one request Incineroar. (Places hand on his shoulder slowly tightening his grip) Never call me “Dude” again! The only thing you worthless grunts announce me as is Lord, Boss, Sir, Sire, King or Leader. Only my elite members above the line of a grunt, such as the likes of Bowser, Sephiroth, Hades & Wesker, may call me by my name because I see them as the most trust worthy. Do you understand!?

Incineroar: Y-yes sir!

Ganondorf: Gah! A few minutes later after congratulating you and you’ve already found yourself on my bad side.

Incineroar: Sorry sir!

Ganondorf: See now you are just overusing the aliases.

Incineroar: My bad sir!

Ganondorf: Stop!

Incineroar: …

Ganondorf: (sighs) Idiot. I wish to see you in my office later it’s important.

____

Incineroar: I wonder what the boss wanted to talk about? It’s probably not that important really.

Bonny Janet: Oi ya ol’ bawbag.

Incineroar (walking past): Oh hey whassup?… … …(Turns round)… … …YOU! WHAT THE HELL’RE YOU DOIN’ HERE YA WORTHLESS ASSWIPE!?

Bonny Janet: I WAS ABOOT TA ASK YA THA SAME QUESTION YA ROCKET JOBBY!

Incineroar: GET OUTTA HERE!

Bonny Janet: NOT TILL YA ANSWER ME QUESTION!

Incineroar: GET OUTTA HERE OR YOUR MOM IS GAY!

Bonny Janet: (“So childish”) NO U!

Incineroar: WHAT!? NO U!

Bonny Janet: NO U TAMES TWO! HAHA!

Incineroar: (“Damn she’s good”) NO-

Ganondorf from his office: INCINEROAR! GET UP HERE ALREADY!

Incineroar: Oh crap that’s right cya kid and get outta here!

Bonny Janet: Hang oon a minute. What do ya expect me ta do? Besides ya think aym just gonna let ya leave without losing to me insults!? No way!

Incineroar: Fine. To be continued.

Bonny Janet: THA’S BULLSHIT! Aym comin’ wit’ ya!

Incineroar: Get the fuck out! I’ll get in trouble!

Bonny Janet: Doon’t wurry ayve got an excellent idea.

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Ganondorf: …Incineroar?

Incineroar: Yep?

Ganondorf: Why are you sweating so profusely?

Incineroar: Uhh?

Bonny Janet was clung to Incineroar’s fur much to his dismay. She pulled violently at his tail to get him to answer.

Incineroar: AAAH! Well uh you see I was tired. I mean the staircase is extremely large.

Ganondorf: You’ll live.

Incineroar: So what did ya want boss?

Ganondorf: Tell me about yourself.

Incineroar: I hate-

Ganondorf: Humans. Yes I know that one already. But I have a much more interesting question.

Incineroar: What?

Ganondorf: Why do you hate them?

Incineroar: I-I-I’d rather skip this question.

Ganondorf: Keep in mind. I’m your boss now. You are nothing more but an object. You will do as I say…So?

Bonny Janet (In her head): ‘E 'ates humans as a whole? Noot just trainers?

Ganondorf: Well? What’s the matter cat got your tounge?

Incineroar: I…I…I hate humans because…

To Be Continued…

[eerythingisshaka]

Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 8

[Black Panther x Insecure Mashup]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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Issa can’t keep her composure if it was handed to her.  “Lawrence, I didn’t know you were doing waiter work...food service...I mean I didn’t know you worked here!”  Issa stammers, like occupation political correctness is most important right now.

Lawrence adjusts his black bowtie before, tapping his pen in his notepad.  “Yeah, it’s kind of a side gig I got going right now until I get Woot Woot off the ground.”

“You’re still trying to make that happen?  That’s what made you lose your job in the first place.”

Lawrence scoffs.  “”No, the company not believing in something good before everyone else was doing it got me LAID OFF, not fired.  But yeah, thanks for reminding me in front of your...date?”

T’Challa noisily slurps his water, bringing the glass down a little too hard on the table to bring Issa’s attention back to him.

Issa shakes her head in embarrassment.  “Right, this is T’Challa.  I’m working with him at We Got Y’all in an international collab kind of thing.”

Lawrence checks him out suspiciously.  “Yeah I think I heard about it online on some gossip site.  You’re from Africa, right?”

“Wakanda, yes.  Small country that I’m the King of.  It’s actually on BBC, CNN, many cable news networks almost everyday since I’ve been here.”  T’Challa says matter of factly.

“And T’Challa, this is Lawrence, my...ex.”  Issa adds hesitantly.

T’Challa offers a hand.  “I’m sorry for your loss, Lawrence.”

Lawrence peers at T’Challa with a slight attitude.  “Will I go to jail for doing something else with my hand besides shaking yours?”

“Well I doubt you could lose your job again, so....”  Issa snipes.  

T’Challa laughs genuinely.  “It’s ok Lawrence, I understand.  I come to you in good faith.”

“So is this a business meeting or…”  Lawrence says, getting nosy.

*Issa’s inner conscience* ‘Nah nigga this is nunya meeting; as in NUNYA BUSINESS!  Like how the bank teller bitch you fucked on my futon wasn’t my business.  Or maybe like how your unemployed ass left a permanent dent in the couch next to Frank Ocean was none of my business!  When you said you were focused on getting bread who knew it came with butter, bitch?! But what is my business is how I got a new nigga who’s rejuvenating my pussy one stroke at a time.  Best be leave the royal penis STAYS clean, ya brokeness!  I oughta Remember the Time your ass to a pile of dust, which ya dusty ass, Radio Shack ass, ‘may I refill your glass, sir?’ head ass-’

“Well right now we’re just trying to order food, so,”  Issa looks intently at her menu.  “If you wanna grab someone else to help us, that’s fine.”

“No, this is good.  Got a King who’s paying the bill, might as well earn the tip.”  Lawrence smile at Issa while nodding towards T’Challa.  

“Well, did you jot down what I told you before?”  T’Challa asks reviewing the menu once more.

“Yup, the shrimp dinner and the chicken marsala.”

“Good.  Have you had experience as a waiter before?”  T’Challa hands him the menu.

“Long time ago, but I’m really more into technology.”  Lawrence says.

“Oh, so is that what Wot Woot was from?  What is it exactly?’  T’Challa asks.

“We don’t have to get into it tonight, especially since I’m hungry and the order isn’t in yet.”  Issa reminds them through her teeth.

Lawrence waves her off.  “Don’t worry, this’ll be quick.  So Woot Woot is an app that’s a social media app that keeps track of your friends locations.  So when you’re near one, it goes-”

“Woot Woot?”  T’Challa says.

Lawrence snaps excitedly.  “That’s it man, or your highness!  Sounds cool, right?”

T’Challa rocks back and forth.  “It’s a bit out of date, is it not?  So many things have location trackers, and to have an app solely based on that, is like having holo-air boards with an incandescent headlight and a bell.”

“A what now?”  Issa asks.

Lawrence purses his mouth.  “Yeah, it was in development for a couple years and corporate politics kept shelving it so…”

“I do have some family that are into tech.  I would help myself but I’ve been busy…”  T’Challa takes Issa’s hand for emphasis on the subject in his sentence!  “But here’s a card with their info.  Give them your pitch and maybe they can help tweak it for you.”

Lawrence takes it, thinking it over.  “I...think I’m good, but thanks anyway.  I’ll get your bread and drinks.”

As Lawrence walked away Issa spoke under at a whisper.  “I’m sorry about that.”

T’Challa smiles sweetly.  “It’s ok.  I’m not surprised you have broken some hearts along the way.  I just hope it doesn’t affect our dining experience.”

Issa sighs.  “You don’t know the half.  I wasn’t very...good to him.  He didn’t try, but neither was I….I don’t wanna get into it.”

“You don’t have to, that’s not what tonight should be about.  Whatever the case was, I have only known you as woman who does things with intention.  You have a heart for the community that has made me even more excited for the start of the center here than I could’ve been before.  And then I just so happen to work with someone who resembles the the core of a  vibranium mineral being struck with pick axe.”

“What does that look like?”

“It’s beautiful, creates sparks that twinkle like a falling star….but explosive and volatile.”  T’Challa pauses a moment.  “Maybe that wasn’t as poetic as I thought it would be.”

Issa laughs.  “No, it’s nice.  Thank you.”

T’Challa kisses her hand as Issa looks back towards the kitchen area where Lawrence and a couple other waiters juggle orders.  

“I’ll be right back.”  Issa excuses herself making her way to Lawrence, who barely notices her standing by.

“Hey.   How are you?”  Issa asks awkwardly.

Lawrence looks at her with an unreadable expression.  “We got the introductions out at the table, we good.”

Issa’s chin collapses in her neck.  “I know you’re not mad, are you?  You moved on, I did too.”

“So if you know we’re good, why are you over here now?:  Lawrence chastises.

“Why are you being like this? “

“You come up in here with your new boyfriend, the King of Africa and shit and I’m supposed to just sit back and serve y’all?  You know what that feels like?”

“I thought you were good!  It’s not like that though.”

“It’s automatically like that.  I felt low before but now you puttin me under your foot with this new nigga Issa, I’m not tryna be a witness to that.”

Issa scoffs.  “Then don’t!  Get your tip and we can part!”

“You think Imma lower myself to taking his tip?  First he throws his resources in my face, downing Woot Woot, now I’m supposed to hand him a bill with a smile for 20%, you buggin!”

“Lawrence, this is the reason you aren’t getting nowhere.  You think you can do all of this by yourself, but you can’t!  You need help but you won’t ask for it!  It doesn’t matter if it’s a stranger or who I’m dating, you can’t take criticism.”

“That’s why you went behind my back with ole boy instead of talking to me right?”

“I DID TALK TO YOU!  I tried sooo many times, and yeah, I shoulda talked to you then to but we were so past that at that point-”

“And I’m past this Issa.  I’m good.”  Lawrence says.

T’Challa comes up behind Issa.  “Are you ok?  It sounded loud over here.”

“Yeah that’s the cooks man, they get noisy with orders and shit.  Don’t worry bout it, yours coming out soon.”

“T’Challa, I think I’m ready to go, actually.”  Issa says walking away.

Oh ok.  Don’t worry bout it.  Have a good night!”  Lawrence yells after her.  T’Challa and Lawrence stare at each other for a beat before Lawrence shrugs and goes back to his tickets for the night.

----

Molly checked her playlist on her phone to pick the perfect category curated for a twockin good time.  Pressing play, Molly oohs at the beat dropping on Janet Jackson’s ‘Go Deep’ on her 90s queue.  She twirls in her living space as the aroma of buffalo wings snakes around her nostrils tempting her to take another taste test just to make SURE sure that the meat was cooked to perfection.  Before she could go for it, her phone rang: picking it up she sees Erik’s name light up.  Luckily for her, fucking him on the first date didn’t wind up in a ghosting situation.  They’ve been quietly inseparable for a minute now.

“Whatchu doin callin me boy?  You know this Girls Night!”  Molly asks in an accusatory manner, jokingly on her FaceTime

Erik laughs slow, looking like he just took a break from a smoke session.  “I’m just tryna have a night with MY girl, you hear me?”

Molly smiles leaning on her counter.  “Whatever man, you better not be interrupting shit.  They should be here any minute.”

“That’s cool.  I’m just tryna figure out the next time you wantin to hit the mile high club?  I can get my hands on a jet that’ll take care of the work so you ain’t gotta wait for me to land and jump my bones like you crazy.”

“That was a one time thing, I do not trust you on any aircraft.  Damn near killed me with your tricks!” Molly scolds him while turning off her oven.

“Shiiiit, you got your revenge on me there, in the car…”

Molly leans on the counter.  “And it coulda been at your spot too if you wasn’t actin all tired.”

A knock on the door interrupted the list of their future indiscretions.  

“I gotta go!  I’ll talk to you later old man.”

“Pssh, aight.  Big talk, Mol.”

Molly bounces over to the door, pausing before swinging the door open with a squeal.

“Ahh!! Oh!  You’re early!”  Molly says, excitement slightly diminishing as Tiffany puts a stank face on in her direction.

“Uhh, fix your energy.  I lugged four bottles of Moet and some Fiji for me, up your long ass flight of steps, me and my baby will fight you for the blatant disrespect.”  

Molly takes the bags out her hands.  “I didn’t mean it like that, thanks Tiffany.  Have a seat, you’re the first one here.”

Tiffany whips her blonde hair back with a quickness.  “First?  These heffas pulling a fashionably late move on us?”

Molly shrugs.  “You already know what time it is.”

Tiffany goes to the kitchen to pick up a wing.  “I do, and it’s past my bedtime!  These wings are going to bring me closer to that!”  Tiffany smacks loudly on a her morsel of chicken, enjoying the salty, spicy sauce off her fingers.  

“There’s napkins in there too ma’am.”  Molly calls from the couch, flipping through channels.  

“Speaking of things that need to be wiped down, how’s you and Erik doing?”  Tiffany asks, waddling over to join her.  

Molly laughs a little too loudly.  “Whatchu mean?  We’re having fun, and it’s….really been fun too.”

Tiffany cocks her head to the side.  “I can tell, you’ve loosened up a little bit more since meeting him, putting spring in your step.”

“And he keeps me hopping!”  Molly chuckles.  “I don’t know what it is, but he brought out a side of me I barely remember having anymore.  With work and all these lame niggas, I forget what a real cool one is even like.”

Tiffany licks her fingers.  “Well, ‘cool’ doesn’t last a lifetime, like the weather.  And he sounds like a seasonal nigga to me.”

Molly rolls her eyes, pouring some wine for herself.  “Good thing your opinion doesn’t run my life.”

A knock at the door brings a wave of relief over the both of them as Molly trots to open the door.  

Molly brings out a big smile for it to drop just as quickly.  “Oh, hey, are you….Issa’s co-worker?”

Nakia smiles politely.  “I am, Nakia.  Nice to meet you.”

Nakia holds out her hand for Molly to take while she gains her bearings.

“Yeah, of course!  Nice to meet you!  Wow, you’re gorgeous.  Come on in!  Not everyone is here just yet.”  Molly closes the door behind Nakia.  Tiffany waves from the couch.

“How are you!  I’m  Tiffany Dubois,  one of Issa’s friends.”

Nakia offers waves back.  “Yes, nice to meet you as well.  This is a lovely place you have.”

Tiffany scoffs, twirling her honey blonde hair.  “Oh no, this isn’t up to my code of residential requirements.  This is Molly’s bachelorette pad.”

“Tiffany, you recommended me this place!”  Molly exclaims.

“I brought some sweets I hope you all will like.”  Nakia offers a container that was too fancy to be plain tupperware..

Tiffany perks up.  “Ooh, where are they from?”

“I made them actually.  I had some spare ingredients and a craving so I figured this was the perfect time to whip something up.”  

Molly thanks her.  “You can put it on the counter in the kitchen.  Grab a glass of something to drink while you’re at it.”

“No!   Grab a whole bottle!  We have plenty!”  Tiffany insists.

Nakia does so, setting her tray opposite the hot wings.  “So, how long have you and Issa been friends?”

Molly starts.  “For a loooong time.  Almost half our lives now.”

“I came around later, but I like to think I really elevated the class in us all.”  Tiffany adds.

“Bitch, what?”  Molly looks over at Tiffany, who doubles down.

“You all were eating 2 for $20 appetizers and $5 hurricane slushies and the Trops Bar for fun.  But with me, we have tasteful dinner, sipping wine in art galleries, all kinds of high class activities.”

“You do remember partying at the Dunes with them gang bangers almost setting her place on fire and you got so high off their supply, you and your husband conceived that night, right?  Also, I’m a lawyer in this expensive ass loft, don’t tell me I ain’t high class, that’s Kelli and Issa’s trapping asses.”

Just then some raps start banging on the door to the beat of Grinding by Clipse, extra loud making Nakia jump slightly.

Molly gets up.  “Speak of the devils.”  As she goes to open the door, Kelli is bent over twerking her ass in the air Issa keeps the beat on her door, smiling with her whole teeth.

“Get the hell off my door with this shit y’all, DAMN!”  Molly scolds.  Issa ends her concert, smacking Kelli’s ass to cut her ass performance short.

Kelli straightens up, walking on through the door.  “Ain’t my fault, I stand for my national anthem and that means face down, ass up!”

Issa walks in behind her scanning the room.  “Hey Tiffany and oh Nakia, I didn’t know you’d be so on time, I would’ve came earlier.”

“No you wouldn’t’ve.  Cuz I asked you to help me cook these damn wings but all I heard was drool and snoring on your side of things.”  Molly says, heading to the kitchen.

“You know I take nap before girl’s night cuz alcohol makes me crash fast…”  Issa mutters.  “Anyway I brought the hot Cheetos and ranch to snack on!”

“How many bags?”  Molly asks.

Issa looks around her feet, behind her back, checking her pockets.  “One, duh!”

“Is!  How the fuck are we supposed to snack on one bag of Cheetos between five bitches?”  Molly exclaims.

“Tiffany don’t eat them!  Kelli been getting heartburn bad lately, so she don’t fuck with the spice, Nakia?  You had these before?”

Nakia studies the bag.  “ I haven’t, no.”

“It’s nothing but cayenne and cancer, it would be tragic to ruin that good immune system of yours with this American fuckery.”  Molly quips.

“Why are you fighting over it then?”  Nakia asks.

“Because they are delicious!  I grew up with these, and I’m not dead yet so I’m good!”

Kelli pops her tongue from the Moet bottle  tickling her tastebuds. “And bitch, don’t think I can’t still go in on some hot Cheetos.  I just gotta pop a calcium tablet, don’t get it twisted.”  She turns to Nakia.  “So, are you the princess we have heard so much about?”

Nakia smiles humbly.  “No, not at all.  That would require a marriage to the King, which is not happening.”

Molly walks in with the wings on the coffee table, Issa has plates and napkins.  

“And T’Challa is...a king right?”  Tiffany asks slowly.

Nakia sips her drink and nods.  “Yes, and that ship sailed a long time ago.”

Issa almost choked on a flat hanging out of her mouth.  “It got that serious between you two?”

Nakia shrugs, shifting in her seat.  “We’ve known each other all of our lives, so when things changed to a romantic relationship, it was always taken seriously.  But I have my own life that I want to live that does not fit in the traditional queen setting.”

Kelli stutters.  “Oh shit, you….you can do that?  Just telling the King no?”

Nakia laughs.  “It’s not a dictatorship!  I can tell him no when I want to, I can come and go from the country as I please,  plus he knows better than to try me on most things anyway.”

“Oh so you got a hold on him good?”  Molly asks, her eyes whipping back to Issa for a cosign.  

Nakia finishes her drink.  “It’s not just me particularly.  The women in our country are held in an equal and in most cases higher regard than the man.  It hurts me to see these women in other lands I’ve visited being treated unfairly and violently because they are seen as second class.  It was an eye opening experience.  That’s why I know T’Challa enjoys Issa’s company so much.  She is a strong personality, not a people please, and intelligent.  Of course very beautiful.”  

Molly pushes Issa a little with her shoulder as she tries to hold back a smile.  “Oh stop.  I don’t even do a lot.  Plus my makeup routine been so nonexistent, I need to get back on it.”

“Ok bitch, this ain’t your birthday, so I won’t sit for all this overcomplimentary foolishness.”  Tiffany says pouring a small glass of the Moet for herself.

“But at least that means this wine is kicking in, y’all feeling all extra happy and loving.  Don’t go kissing each other now.”  Kelli snorts as she polishes off a wing.

Issa rolls her eyes.  “But Nakia, really thank you for that.  I was feeling really insecure about T’Challa and you, that I thought I don’t stand a chance.”

Nakia reaches across to tap Issa on the knee.  “You don’t have a chance.  You have an open and unadulterated opportunity to get to know a great man.  I would never stand in his way, nor would I stand in yours.”

Issa smiles at her genuinely, squeezing her hand and sharing a moment with Nakia.  She couldn’t believe how supportive Nakia was being but maybe it helped that T’Challa and her are friends first.  And T’Challa showed no inkling of being back and forth between them so maybe she was just being extra paranoid.  He even took running into an ex of hers as better than she would.  All this made the possibilities with T’Challa that much more difficult for her to imagine.

“Now that we all waited to exhale, let me get some dirt on m’boyfriend M’Baku!  My mm-mm good to the last drop!  He got any spare hoes running around the States?”

Nakia pauses to think.  “No, but I know he’s had a harem of choices back home.”

Kelli gasps, looking horrified.

Tiffany touches her back.  “Kelli?  You ok?”

Molly joins in.  “Yeah?  Were you getting serious with him?”

Kelli swallows hard.  “So...he’s got a gang of women over in Wakansas?”

“Wakanda, yes.”  Nakia says curtly.  “But he’s not a bad man either, it’s just his custom.”

“So...I got somebody that is able to maintain that level of sexual prowess.  To keep multiple women and new ones on a regular happy with that shaft?”  Kelli shouts, clapping her hands as the other women look around in confusion.  “Bitch, bring them brownies in.  We are celebrating today!”

The ladies share a laugh as Nakia goes to bring her container of delicious looking brownies.   

“I hope you like them.  They are custom for parties, especially meeting new people.”

She cuts some pieces, and serves them around the group as everyone specifies their preferred pieces: corner, center, edge.  They are an instant hit as the girls whoop over the moist and rich density of the baked good.  Their laughs bounce off of the walls as they open up to each other more and more about themselves.  If anyone were to witness them, they would appear like long life friends with Nakia.  After their dessert, the wings went even quicker.

“Damn, you know I wanted to fuck y’all up for bringing nothing but a bag of hot Cheetos to this dinner party with ya cheap asses, but this shit is hitting!”  Molly says in a relaxed manner, leaning over her plate to take a healthy bite of her wing, chasing it down with a chip.

Kelli is leaned back with Tiffany drifting off on her shoulder.  “That’s cuz...the hot Cheetos are the appetizer to every meal.  Think about it.  Cheetos.  It starts with ‘cheat’.  That means, it’s the cheat code to every meal.  It unlocks the flavor….of whatever you bout to eat!”  

Issa  slowly turns from her lean on the arm of the couch.  “Kelli that has to be the smartest shit I ever heard you say.”  

Kelli nods emphatically in agreeance.  

“So, Nakia….first of all, you the MVP for this dessert.”  Molly starts.  “But you gave the scoop on Issa and Kelli’s flames, what about mine?  Wassup with Erik?”

Nakia sits back in thought, clearly the most lucid of the group.  “Well, we have not known him as long.  He’s long lost family of T’Challa’s, first cousin.”

Issa smacks Molly’s leg a little too hard making her wince.  “Damn girl, the fuck was that for!”

“Shit, my bad.  But we would like double date or something.  Girl, our children would practically be siblings.  That shit mad cute!”

“No they would not, but I appreciate the sentiment.”  Molly says.  “So not much to say other than that?”

Nakia picks up her wine glass.  “I didn’t say that.  There’s plenty to get into, just a shorter span of time he became acquainted.”

“Tell us!”  Kellie bellows to the ceiling out of the blue.

“Him and T’Challa didn’t get along too great when they first met.”

“Oooh, cousins fighting!  That’s some Black shit.”  Issa says.

“And of course Erik wanted to kill T’Challa, so when he didn’t succeed, T’Challa almost killed Erik but gave him another chance and started trying to rehabilitate him since then.  I think it’s going well since Molly seems taken by him.”

Molly stops to stare at Nakia.  Issa squints, raising her hand like a child in class.  “When you says Erik tried to kill T’Challa, you mean like kill you like fuck you up real bad or kill you like first degree, capital felony offense type shit?”

Nakia purses her mouth.  “The latter.”

Molly begins to breathe in and out deeply and frequently.  

Kelli’s head pops up, stirring Tiffany awake.  “Molly fuckin a murder?  Oh shit!”

“He didn’t murder him!  He didn’t do it, T’Challa’s alive!”

“Nah bitch, he didn’t SUCCEED.  Which means he meant to fully end Issa’s dudes life.  Girl, did he choke you when y’all fucked, cuz that could be him testing the waters-”

“Molly, I’m sorry if this upsets you.  I thought that this may have been brought up by now.”

“Well, we’ve only been on like a date and a half so it’s still fresh.”  Molly says.  “But they are good now?  Even after all that?”

Nakia nods.  “Yes.  T’Challa has a kind heart, and respect for the son of his father’s brother, especially with all he has been through.  Erik is Wakandan but never group up knowing this side of his family, so he understood Erik’s anger.”

Molly relaxes a little.  “I guess, that’s a happy ending.  I still gotta talk to him about this, no way I can let this go without his side of it.”  

Issa nods.  “That’s right, you doin great sweetie.  Hear him out.”

Tiffany stretches and yawns.  “I told you girl.  Seasonal ass nigga.”

Nakia reasons with Molly..  “It would be noble of you to talk to him about it.  I’m so surprised you didn’t know.  What did he tell you the scars were for?’

“What scars?”  Molly asks.  

“The scars covering his torso.  They represent….maybe I should let him explain it.”  Nakia’s voice trails off.

“Are they scars from his fight with T’Challa?”  Molly asks.

“Girl, how you not know he got scars on him?  Y’all fucked right?”  Kelli asks.

“Yeah, but it was quick and we didn’t even get our clothes off for real...Nakia, where are they from?”

Nakia looks down.  “I should go.  I can’t tell you without giving away his past.  He should be the one to tell you.”

Nakia gathers the leftovers of her dessert and issues goodbye with the group.  Tiffany and Kelli follow next.

“Hey girl.  If you need pointers on a prison pen pal relationship.  I won’t say I know about how to sneak shit in for him but…”  Kelli makes motions with her head and winks so boldy she might as well have said what she meant.

Molly’s eyes widen impatiently.  “I hear you.  I won’t need your services tonight so thank you, buh bye!”  Molly leads them out the door, leaving her with Issa.

“Hey, how are you?”  Issa asks.

Molly puffs out her cheeks.  “I don’t know girl.  I haven’t dealt with this before!”

Issa nods.  “Well I know you have your standards on guys so if he doesn’t fit, just make it a quick cut while you can.”

Molly makes a face.  “What do you mean I have standards with guys?  Like I’m nitpicking or judgy?

“No!  But I mean, if you can’t make it work with a guy that made less money than you or experimented with a guy once years ago, but give your key to a married man, I think you should put your standards under review at least in this case.”  

Molly walks away from Issa.  She could never take blunt criticism outside of the law firm well, and from her best friend is even worse.

“So I guess I’m that big of a mess huh?  Now I let a murder fuck and what, I’m gonna be his next notch in his belt?”  Molly hisses with contempt.

Issa sighs exasperatedly.  “He hasn’t hurt you now!  Just meet him in a well lit, well populated area and ask him upfront what’s good.”

“You sure have all the answers.  What about you?  T’Challa is a part of this conversation too.”

Issa scratches her neck.  “I mean, I wasn’t going too…”

“Huh?”

“I said….I wasn’t going to BUT, maybe I will.”

Molly nods.  I think you should.  If y’all go the distance, he could run into shit like this on a regular.  Assassination attempts, missions that call for him to fight.  You really tryna be the right hand of a man in all of that?”

Issa hadn’t thought of that.  He is a King after all, and political figures are constantly in need of protection and close watch, but he is so active that’s hard for anyone to keep up with.  And America really doesn’t give a shit, so if he died could she handle?  Would she be tapped to lead?  Would he ask her to live in Wakanda with him?

“Thank Molly, now I’m paranoid.  How can I see him with all that on my brain?”

Molly scoffs.  “Join the club girl.”

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2) “Run! You said you’d work out with me!” with UnderSwap Sans.

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You sat on the sofa watching TV with Papy, some Napstaton replays you were watching with him and Sans who had run off to the kitchen a while ago after muttering something about not pausing because he could hear it from the kitchen and he'd watched it before.

After a lot of clanking in the kitchen, He ran back in and past the sofa slinging a backpack on. “Y/N YOU COMING OUT!?” he chimed.

"Oh uh...um yeah? Sure..." You reply slightly confused did you miss something? Never mind he looks so excited how couls you say No to him. You say "bye, see ya later." to Papyrus before following Sans out.

"So where are we going?" You query.

“OH TO THE PARK AROUND THE CORNER IT'S NOT TOO FAR!”

“Cool.” You added still not sure what was going on. The two of you chatted on the way, he started telling you how he had to lecture Papyrus again about his sock before you came over and after there was even time for him to explain a puzzle or two.

“RUN!" He commanded

"What?" Was the only reply you could squeak.

"YOU SAID YOU'D WORK OUT WITH ME!”

"What like now? I didn't think you meant now.” You admitted, vaguely remembering agreeing to do it while you all watched Napstaton. “I would have popped back home to change." Sure you were in casual and comfy outfit but not workout clothes. Well at least your not in heels.

"BUT YOU PROMISED." He bawled looking up at you with his best puppy dog eyelights.

"Fine." You sighed defeatedly.

"YES!” He beamed his puppy eyelights morphing in to stars! So adorable, whatever he could throw at you now has to be worth it just for that look.

“OK SO YOU RUN  A QUICK LAP AROUND HERE!" He pointed to a path that went round in a big circle with a garden in the middle. "AND I'LL TIME YOU. THEN I CAN HAVE A GO."

Not too hard you thought, you did as he said but oh boy is he fast you took 5 minutes but be beat you by 3 whole minutes.

"That was a good run." You hummed.

"THAT'S ONLY THE BEGINNING!" He announced smiling up at you.

You started again, hey it's not too bad you thought. Sans cheered you on every time he lapped you and although his words were encouraging after the third time it did quite the opposite. After several more laps he made some obstacles with his magic bones making things a lot harder, like come on you were already faltering.

You stopped to try and catch your breath. Sans ran past but then jogged backwards to you. He seemed so composed like he only just started and not even done a thing, you on the other hand looked like you just been chased 100 miles by a big cat who then had dragged you backwards through a hedge, all though you might as well of been its not that your unfit it's just how much you'd done.

"C..c can... we .. take ... a ... break?" You huffed.

"A BREAK THE MAGNIFICENT SANS NEVER NEEDS A BREAK!" he exclaimed still jogging on the spot.

You flop on the ground he really has pushed you over your limit, damn his unending energy.

"OH Y/N ARE YOU TIRED ALREADY? I GUESS IF THAT'S THE CASE WE CAN HAVE A QUICK BREAK, IT IS ALMOST LUNCH TIME I SUPPOSE." He reasoned sheepishly.

"Thank.... you"

"UP YOU COME!" He laughed, picking you up bridal style.

"Wha! Sans what are you doing?" Times like this remind you he's not a baby bones.

"YOU CAN'T LAY IN THE PATHWAY LIKE A LAZY BONES! WHAT IF SOMEONE ELSE WANTED TO TRAIN ON THE TRACK? OR WHAT IF A BIKE CAME THROUGH?...." he blushed as he began a mini lecture blabbering on and on as he carried you over to a small grassy hill. "THE MAGNIFICENT SANS CAN'T LET YOU GET HURT! THAT WOULD BE UNHEROIC!"

He put you down on the hill and sat next to you after fetching his backpack, he rummaging through it handing you a drink. You thanked him drinking half of it in one go. He took out a lunchbox opening it then offering its contents to you.

“HAVE SOME! IT'S THE SPECIAL TACO RECIPE THAT YOU HELPED ME COME UP WITH! I MADE SURE TO KEEP THE ART SUPPLIES OUT THE KITCHEN THIS TIME, THOUGH I MAY HAVE TWEAKED THE RECIPE AND ADDED EXTRA EDIBLE GLITTER!” He proudly presented them.

“Thank you sans.” His eyes were glued on you as you took one he looked at you impatiently while you ate the glittery delicacy.

“HOW IS IT!” the excited Skelle questioned.

“It's good,”

“R-REALLY!!! I-I MEAN OF COURSE THE MAGNIFICENT SANS’ CULINARY SKILLS ARE FANTASTIC!”

“I think it's your best so far!” You smiled down at him, his eye sockets filled with stars! It was true. It was good though your pretty sure he put sugar in instead of salt but it wasn't much so it didn't affect the flavour too badly. He really needs to pay more attention when he's cooking or had Papyrus switched the labels again?

“I-I HAVE MORE! THESE ARE SPECIAL SWEET ONES!” He shouted this little skeleton was so excitable. You took one of the new tacos he offered. You noted the different elements of it, the shell was coated in chocolate then filled with honey mascarpone, blueberries and licorice pieces topped with sprinkles and edible glitter.

“Wow! This is amazing Sans!” You beamed.

“ENJOY AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!” he hummed a happy tune as the two of you chowed down on the homemade lunch.

“COULD WE SPAR AFTER THIS!”

Your heart dropped, you swallowed the food in your mouth resulting in a loud gulp.

“Well um… we have to wait at least 30 minutes after eating before sparring.” You explained.

“I THOUGHT THAT WAS FOR SWIMMING?”

“Same rule here to,” You mumbled, hoping that he would forget by then, it was a slim chance but maybe just maybe you would get away with it?

[kramersamantha]

Lesson 1: Document Document Document

MONTY ADAMS*

1st Quarter - 2008:

Mini-Skateboard

Spare mini wheels

Mini screwdriver

click...click...click...click...whiiish...wheeeee

Grinding the board on the edge of a desk then SLAM SLAM...”hehe nice”

In a classroom. 20 other students. Cooperating teacher looks at me for an answer.

This was my first year of teaching. One student. Would he take me down? Would I let him? Would they let him? Who could stop him?

2nd Quarter - 2008:

AXE body spray

Blue

Orange

Mini can

Value Pack

Spritzz....spritz....SSSSSsssssssss......”aaahh nice”

Coughing. Sighing. Complaining. 

“Miss...do something!”

What now?

That’s the moment as a first year teacher when I had to find my voice and find my way. Monty wouldn’t take me down. He wouldn’t derail every lesson, every day, all year. Or would he? He wanted to. He could if we let him. So what do you do?

LESSON #1 Document Document Document

It was this early in my career that I learned to keep a paper trail. I didn’t know yet what I would need it for, but when I didn’t know what else to do, I stood in the back of the room and wrote down everything.

9/2/2008 

Period 2: Monty asked to borrow a pen rather than take one out of his bag.

Intervention: I asked him to take out his own and he complied

Period 5: Monty took a very long time to fill out the book receipt.

Intervention: I sat next to him and walked him through each blank space, it was completed successfully.

Period 6: Monty clicks the end of pen on the desk for 10 minutes. He refused to take out his notebook.

Intervention: Mr. Shell from the middle school came up and spoke to him. He told him to act like he is in the 9th grade and that there is plenty of room back in Junior High if he wants to do 8th grade again. Reminded Monty that his "mom fought hard to get him here but MS Franklin Heights would take him back in a minute."

Period 8: Monty was talking out. Later he wouldn't fill out the note card about himself. Monty wouldn't take out his notebook or take notes.

Intervention: I asked him if he wanted to dictate the work to me. He did for a few minutes and then took over on his own so that he could participate in the activity that was going on in the classroom.

THINGS ESCALATE QUICKLY...

9/12/2008

pd 1 8:45am Class is doing work in Math and the instructions do not allow calculators. Monty takes out his calculator and begins using it do his work.

Intervention: Both teachers in room ask him to put it away multiple times. He is told it is not allowed and he needs to learn how to do these exercises without a calculator. He refuses and ignores the teachers. When I get my notebook out to write down his behavior, he stops using his calculator and puts his books away. 

pd 2 9:15am Monty does not want to sit in his seat for the Quiz. He finally sits but then picks his desk up and bangs it on the floor. 

Intervention: Ms. Kang tells him it is unsafe and not appropriate for the classroom. He still does it. Kang goes to get the Dean. Monty says to me, "Ya get Ms. Corn. I wanna talk to her right now!" Ms. Corn is in a meeting and can't come to the class. During the Quiz Monty taps loudly on the desk and whispers to classmates.

9:35am Ms. Kang begins lesson and Monty yells out, "Shit!" Another student says, "Watch your language?" Monty responds, "What up nigga?" 

Intervention: Kang tells him to talk in a professional way. He says, "I don't wanna talk professional! I'm not professional."

pd 5 11:15am Monty comes into class with a note that he was just with Ms. Corn. He slams door, sits down and puts feet up on the desk. Then says, "The F**king nigga teachers got me in trouble for no reason. I don't wanna be in this school."

11:35am Monty is banging loudly on desk to a rhythm, singing along with himself, "Uh…hey…uh…hey…soul….my bitch."

Intervention: I ask him to stop banging because it is impossible to teach with the banging. He stops and then starts clapping loudly to the same beat and sings the same tune. 

11:40am Ms. Curtis hooks her computer up to the LCD projector.  On her background is a picture of her son. Monty yells out, "Ugh! Get those niggahs off the screen!"

Intervention: He sees me write it up and says, "See, now she's writing me up for saying niggah."

And on and on and on...

Have you had a Monty? What happens to them? 

Well I could write for three days on all of the incidents there were between September and December, and the pages of anecdotals I was forced to type from my handwritten Composition Book for the lawyers at the inevitable hearing that took place after he was jumped on the street outside of school and both kids went away for a while.

LESSON #2 The Most Extreme Cases Usually Take Care of Themselves (more on these later)

What did I learn and how did it impact who I am as an educator and a leader?

The hundreds of interventions we tried and used and tried again and tweaked; that’s the “win” here. We may not save every student. We learn from each case and make it better for the next one, and help ourselves to help other students who are crying for help. 

SO here it is. Interventions we used that began to fill my toolkit that I would take with me wherever I went and with whoever I was working:

WITH ONE STUDENT!

Prompting

Redirecting

Refocusing

Positive praise of appropriate behavior

Clear expectations

Repetition

Directions read and explained

Direct Language

Verbal prompts

Non-verbal prompts

Student conferences

Timer for work completion

Timer for breaks

Timer to take data on off-task

Tallies of foul language

Tallies of aggressive behavior

Point system for on-task behavior

Planned ignoring

Assigning seats

Moving seats

Removing materials

Providing additional materials

Scaffolding tasks

Chunking tasks

Kindness

Soft-spoken encouragement

Jokes and laughter

Build Rapport

Modifying classwork

Modifying homework

Modifying assessments

Pair with preferred group

Pair with non-preferred group

Monitoring duties

Leadership opportunities at school events when possible

Referral to the Dean

Lunch detention

After-School Detention

Conference with the Dean

Functional Behavior Assessment/Behavior Intervention Plan

Edible incentives

Work related incentives

Conference with administration

Conference with guidance

Counseling with guidance

Teacher collaborative meetings

Parent meeting with teacher

Parent meeting with guidance

Parent phone calls with administrator

Parent meeting with administrator

WITH ONE STUDENT! 

EVERY STUDENT DESERVES THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THAT “MAYBE THIS ONE WILL WORK...” UNTIL YOU’RE OUT OF ROAD...OR UNTIL THE STUDENT HITS THE POINT OF NO RETURN.

Recap:

Lesson 1: Document Document Document

Not because the lawyer needs the data, that may be the reason at first. Ultimately, the paper trail you keep becomes your road map and personal professional development. Reflect, rethink and revise the action plan to achieve a greater result next time. There’s always a next time. 

Lesson 2: The Most Extreme Cases Usually Take Care of Themselves 

Unfortunately, teachers are the first line, and an extremely crucial component, in the growth and development of children when they are in our care. But we don’t have them with us ALL day, and it is often in the unstructured and unsupervised hours, they have free will to do what they impulsively will do. It is then that they end up making the bad decisions that remove them from our classrooms and schools, and thus out of our hands without warning - and there’s nothing we can do about it. 

Just as students do, they come into our classrooms temporarily and they are told we will teach them. More often though, we are taught many lessons from our students and it is those lessons that we take with us after they have left out doors.

[sj4iy]

Translation: “Guren Ichinose, Catastrophe at 16″ Chapter 15 FULL CHAPTER! (Spoilers!)

So, thanks to the response I got, I decided to move ahead with translating these chapters in full. I will also be putting up a link to the raws so that people can follow along. Please do not use either the translation or these scans to create a scanlation. Also, please keep in mind that I do not read or watch the english translation of Owari no Seraph...therefore, I may not always know or use the official ‘terminology’.  Anyway, with that out of the way, here’s the full chapter.

Guren Ichinose Chapter 15 RAWS

Page 01:

Guren Ichinose, Catastrophe at 16

Chapter 15

1:30 AM

Page 02:

Shinya: “So you’re also gonna infiltrate from here after all~”

Shinya: “By the way, do you have a motorcycle license?”

Guren: “No”

Shinya: “No license, huh? There where did that bike come from?”

Guren: “I stole it”

Shinya: “You took off on a stolen bike”

Guren: “It’s the prime of my youth, isn’t it?”

Page 03:

Shinya: “I don’t like any prime of youth where you put on night vision goggles and enter a park”

Shinya: “There are couples making out here?”

Guren: “It’s summer, after all”

Shinya: “I know there’s still a little time until the meeting, but do you intend to ambush them?”

Guren: “No”

Page 04:

Shinya: “A trap talisman?”

Shinya: “Are you spying on that dirty couple from the top of that tree?”

Guren: “Yeah”

Shinya: “Go on” (*1)

Guren: “Go on what?”

Shinya: “Who kno~ws?”

Page 05:

Guren: “In the meeting place…”

Guren: [Those suits are just like the ones worn by the Hyakuya Sect members who attacked the school before]

Guren: [Since they have the same abilities as Saitou]

Guren: [There’s no chance of beating them]

Page 06:

Guren: “There’s still 15 minutes remaining”

Guren: “Still, I’m not sure whether if we should head over to the conference or not”

Guren: “…hm?”

Guren: “!”

Page 07:

Guren: “Why is there another vampire…!?”

Black Suit: “Dammit” (*2)

Page 08:

Black Suit: “Damn you”

Page 09:

Black Suit: “Wha, she’s fast…”

Page 10:

Guren: “She took all of those black suits out in an instant…”

Guren: [Did she notice us!?]

Guren: [That’s impossible, at this distance-]

Shinya: “Hey, Guren!!”

Guren: “I know!”

Page 11:

Guren: [At this rate-]

Page 12:

Guren: “Dammit”

Page 13:

Guren: “Kuh”

Guren: [I’m dea-]

Shinya: “Guren, take my hand!”

Page 14:

Guren: “…Shinya”

Shinya: “Hm?”

Guren: “She might be able to catch up with us”

Page 15:

Shinya: “You’re kidding, right!? I’m already going almost 100km an hou…”

Guren: “She’s here”

Guren: [If we can survive this attack]

Guren: [We’ll be able to to get away when the vampire lands]

Page 16:

Guren: [-however]

Guren: [If Mahiru couldn’t even put a dent in them]

Guren: [Then will my attack work at all…]

Guren: […against a vampire that only needed a moment to slaughter an entire company from Hyaku Sect?]

Shinya: “GUREN!”

Guren: [There’s no time to hesitate]

Page 17:

Guren: [One attack]

Guren: [If she avoids even this attack]

Pages 18/19:

Vampire: “!?”

Guren: “…I’LL CUT”

Guren: “YOU”

Guren: “DOWN!”

Page 20:

Guren: “Got her! Step on it, Shinya!”

Shinya: “I am!”

Shinya: “Is she still after us?”

Page 21:

Shinya: “…hey!”

Shinya: “It’s too early to relax”

Guren: “Sorry”

Shinya: “! That truck’s turning right!”

Page 22:

Shinya: “Hold on tight, Guren!”

Guren: “Shit, today’s just not my day”

Page 23:

Shinya: “Is she coming?”

Guren: “Probably not”

Shinya: “That’s not very reassuring” (*3)

Shinya: “Hey, Guren, you’re hurt. Did the vampire do that to you?”

Guren: “No, this is because of your terrible driving”

Shinya: “Oh, that…avoid it, then”

Page 24:

Shinya: “Well then, I’ll take care of it…”

Guren: “It’s fine, I’ll do it myself”

Shinya: “You’re really violent, you know”

Guren: [My blood is cursed]

Guren: [I don’t know what’ll happen if he touches it…]

Shinya: “If you don’t treat it right away, it’ll leave a scar, you know?”

Guren: “Thanks for the concern”

Shinya: “You won’t be able to get a wife, you know?”

Guren: “Ah, yes yes, shuddup already”

Shinya: “Ah ha ha”

Shinya: “But that was close just now”

Page 25:

Shinya: “What was that thing?”

Shinya: “Do you know?”

Ferid: “This is scary, isn’t it?”

Ferid: “If you make contact which this kind of forbidden curse, the world will soon end”

Guren: [The vampire]

Guren: [Was disgusted by the experiment being carried out by the Hyakuya Sect]

Shinya: “But you know”

Shinya: “If the vampires really have their eye on them, wouldn’t even the Hyakuya Sect be destroyed?”

Page 26:

Guren: [The Hyakuya Sect should realize that they can’t win against the vampires]

Guren: [With every organization’s desires intertwined, the truth is completely obscured]

Guren: […No]

Guren: [She’s more than likely at the center of everything]

Page 27:

Shinya: “…it seems like”

Shinya: “If we mess this up, everything’ll be over before we know it”

Guren: “…seems like it”

Shinya: “Where you going?”

Guren: “Home”

Page 28:

Shinya: “Then I’ll see ya at school tomorrow”

Guren: “Yeah”

Shinya: “Good night-“

Guren: “Shinya”

Guren: “….”

Shinya: “What is it?”

Guren: “…thanks for today”

Page 29:

Guren: “If you hadn’t been there, I’d be dead”

Shinya: “Huh, huh, does that mean you owe me…”

Guren: “Not at all”

Guren: “You would’ve died if not for me, as well”

Shinya: “I guess so~”

Guren: “…I guess”

Page 30:

Guren: “I’ll trust you a little”

Shinya: “A little, huh?”

Guren: “Yes”

Guren: “A little”

Shinya: “Thanks for that”

Shinya: “I’ll see ya tomorrow”

Page 31:

Shigure/Sayuri: “Guren-sama!”

Sayuri: “Why are you covered in blooooood!?”

Guren: “Don’t get close, my blood’s contaminated”

Sayuri: “I don’t care!”

Guren: “You should. Shigure, take a bath and wash off the blood”

Shigure: “..uh, uhh”

Page 32:

Guren: “You two will get a scolding later. Go to Aichi right away for an examination” (*4)

Guren: [Nothing is happening]

Guren: [It doesn’t spread through touch? So is it a question of quantity then?]

Sayuri/Shigure: “Are you coming with us, Guren-sama?”

Guren: “I’m staying here”

Sayuri/Shigure: “Then we’re staying by your side…”

Guren: “Don’t be stupid, you’ll obey orders”

Shigure: “No, sir”

Sayuri: “I’m also saying no, sir”

Guren: “Are you angry?”

Guren: [I’m glad they didn’t come with me tonight]

Page 34:

Guren: [If they had come, no doubt they’d be-]

Sayuri: “…what’s wrong, Guren-sama?”

Guren: “Hm?”

Guren: “Ah, nevermind. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.”

Sayuri: “…u-um, shall I wash your back…”

Guren: “Quiet”

Page 35:

Guren: [The death]

Guren: [of my friends]

Guren: [If I were Mahiru]

Guren: [I’d probably discard them all]

Guren: [When did I get this soft?}

Shinya: “You can’t become like Mahiru”

Shinya: “I don’t think that’s being soft”

Shinya: “Or perhaps I should say, that if you do make the same choice as Mahiru”

Shinya: “Then there’s no need for us to save her”

Shinya: “What do you think about that?”

Shinya: “Guren?”

Page 36:

Guren: [Is risking my life for the sake of others]

Guren: [Instead of my objectives or my ambitions]

Guren: [Weak?]

Guren: [Or strong?]

_____

T/N:

1. I’m honestly a little stumped on this…Shinya uses “tsukkonde yo” which has many meanings…I think he’s asking Guren to ‘go on’ as in he wants details.

2. I’m calling these Hyakuya guys “black suits” because it saves space

3. I had to tweak this a bit because in Japanese, they affirm a negative. The actual line is “Is she not coming?” “Probably” “Probably is a problem”, which doesn’t sound natural in English.

4. Not so much a note as a fun fact…I lived in Nagoya, Aichi province when I was in Japan. Nice to see it show up in this series.

[asleepyraven]

The Scoundrel and the Thief (Part 16)

Summary: The tension between you and Han builds as the bond between you and Luke grows. Oddly enough Han and Leia seem to be building...something as well. The mysteries deepen, but you’ve had just about enough of Hoth. Will this icy planet make or break your newfound relationship? Word Count: 2,158 Warnings: None, but let me know if I miss any! Characters: Han Solo, Chewbacca, Luke, Leia, and you! A/N: I’m sorry I know it’s been like a year? Yeah I know. My bad. Life happens. Anyways, here is the long promised next part! See? I told you I’d get to it...eventually. 

Previous Parts

Luke was in pretty bad shape when Han brought him back, but he was starting to look a lot better after some time in the bacta tank. You were still in shock about the whole thing. You didn’t feel like eating and headed to bed early the next two nights. The first night you slept restlessly, but the second night, you had another dream:

The same man and woman as the dream you had before were arguing about something. Everything was fuzzy at first, but it all slowly started coming into focus. 

“I don’t know, alright? I just don’t know. I haven’t had a second to think since we’ve got out of there!” the man says. 

“Well that’s not much of a plan. We can’t just keep running forever.”

“It’s a big galaxy.”

“But they won’t stop until they find us, and they will find us. Especially if we’re together.” 

“I know,” the man replies quietly. 

They glance worriedly at you. 

“She’s awake,” the woman sighs. She stands up and walks over to you. She looks back at the man. “We’ll finish this discussion in the morning. For now we should get some sleep.” 

He nods. “I’ll take first watch.” 

This couldn’t be a coincidence. You could barely remember your dreams before and now you were dreaming about the same people? Something more was going on here, first with Sasha, now with Luke, and these dreams...they had to mean something, but what? 

Unbelievable, Han thought angrily as he glared at the thief. He’d risked his life for the kid and she still acted like he didn’t exist. You’d think that’d get him a little attention, but no it was all ‘Luke, oh is he okay? He looks bad, what happened to him?’ She had demanded, as if it were his fault the kid got mauled and frozen. 

“That was really brave.”

“Huh?” Han looked around and spotted the princess.

“What you did,” she said, nodding to Luke. “That was brave.”

“It was nothing,” Han muttered feeling...what was this feeling?

“It wasn’t nothing, you saved his life.”

“Yeah well...he’d have done the same for me.” 

She smirked. 

“What?” Han demanded. 

“I always knew there was more to you than money.”

“It...I was just...don’t get used to it. We’ll be gone soon enough.”

“Sure. Once you run out of reasons to keep staying.” 

“I already have. Trust me sister, once this storm is gone, so am I.”

“If you say so.” 

Leia left and Han returned to his brooding while the thief just sat there staring at the tank Luke was in as if she were in some kind of trance...

“(Y/N)...(Y/N)...thief. Hey!” 

Han snaps his fingers in front of you to get your attention. 

You snap out of it and look at him. “Oh, sorry. Hey.” 

“Can we talk?”

“Um, yeah sure.” 

He gently turned your face so you’d look at him. “Can we talk somewhere where you’re not so...distracted?”

You glance at Luke one more time. “Yeah, okay.” 

He takes your hand and leads you out of the room into an empty hallway. 

“Look, can you just talk to me? What is going on with you?”

You look up at him. “What do you mean?” 

“You know exactly what I mean.” He gestures. “You, the kid, all this secrecy nonsense.” 

“Are you still worried about that?”

“Yes, I am! I go out there and risk turning myself into a popsicle for you and the kid and you can’t even give me five seconds of your attention to say thanks?”

You lean up to kiss him. Han blinks, startled for a minute. 

“Thank you.” 

“I...You’re welcome. Now what is going on?”

“For the last time, nothing, okay? Nothing is going on, I promise.”

“Then why have you been acting like I don’t exist?” 

“I haven’t been-”

“Oh please, this is the most we’ve talked in days.”

“I -”

“Please, just tell me what’s going on? I trust you, I do, but I’m not an idiot (Y/N), something’s up.” 

His eyes bore into yours. 

“I’m sorry Han. I know. I know I’ve been acting weird lately, but I just- you trust me?”

He hesitates. “Yeah, I think I do.” 

You don’t know what to say. This is a big step from where you started. 

He takes your hand. “Or, I want to. I’m trying, but just- give me something to work with here.” 

For a moment, you consider telling him everything: the visions, the dreams, your little moments where you could almost feel the Force the way Luke does...but then all you can hear is Han laughing at you, like he did with Luke and the old man on the Falcon. You know he won’t take you seriously and you’re scared he’ll think less of you. What if he decides you’re crazy? Luke believed it, and he was still friends with Luke, but with you? He trusted you now, what if this pushed the two of you apart?

“I don’t know what’s going on yet; I still have to sort some things out,” you say. 

Han looks at you, searching your eyes for more of an answer, but finding nothing. “That’s not really comforting.” 

“I’m sorry. It’s all I have right now.”

“You told me I had to decide if I trusted you or not, so I did.” Han slowly lets go of your hand, and points a finger at you. “Now it’s your turn. You need to decided if you trust me with whatever this is or not.” 

Han walks away and you want to go after him, but what more was there to say? He’s right. It wasn’t fair to him to trust Luke and not him, after all Han was your boyfriend now, but it was just so much easier to talk to Luke about it, and now you had no one.

You wander the base miserably for a few hours until you bump into Leia. 

“(Y/N), there you are, I’ve been looking for you!”

“Me? Why, what’s going on?” you ask. 

“They’re releasing Luke. He should be awake soon, if he’s not already.”

“Really? That’s great!”

“I was on my way to go see him. Do you want to come?”

“Uh, yeah sure.” 

You walk with Leia to the infirmary to find Han and Chewie already there. You were worried for a second that they might be arguing, but they looked to be in good spirits, laughing and joking with each other. 

“That’s two you owe me junior,” Han was saying. 

You smiled as you saw Luke sitting up and laughing. “Luke! I’m glad you’re okay!” 

“(Y/N), yeah, I’m fine, just a little scratched up is all.”

Han scowls, but quickly hides it and turns his attention to Leia. “Well your worship, looks like you’ve managed to keep me around a little longer. I just went to get clearance to leave and was told something about a shield?” 

“I had nothing to do with it. General Rieekan thinks it’s dangerous for any ships to leave the system until we have the engery shield up.”

Han nodded. “It’s a good story...I think you just can’t stand to let a gorgeous guy like me out of your sight.” 

Leia shook her head. “I don’t know where you get your delusions laser-brain.” 

Chewie chuckled. 

Han turned to him with a look of betrayal. “Laugh it up fuzz-ball, but you didn’t see us earlier. She expressed her true feelings for me.” 

“Excuse me?” you say. 

“My true- Why you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf herder!”

“Scruffy?” Han repeats indignantly, he turned to Luke. “Must have hit close to the mark to get her all worked up like that, eh kid?”

The room went silent and everyone turned to look at Leia. For a moment, she seemed as if she were going to slap him as she crossed the room and glared at Han. 

“Well, I guess you don’t know everything about women yet.” 

She grabbed Luke and kissed him without a word before storming out. Everyone stared at each other blankly for a second before a wide smirk broke out on Luke’s face. He put his hands behind his head and smugly grinned at Han. 

“Take it easy,” Han said before he left.

You followed him out. “Uh, what was that all about?”

“What?”

“So we’re just going to pretend I don’t have eyes and ears now?”

“Oh, relax, I was just giving the princess a hard time.”

“Right, and the only reason you’d do that is if- oh wait, you were flirting.”

“You’ve got odd views of courtship sweetheart.” 

You grab his arm and stop him. “I may not have known you for a long time, but I do know you Han. That wasn’t just harmless teasing.” 

“Not so fun when you’re on the other side of it, huh?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You can be all buddy buddy with Luke, and I’m supposed to think nothing of it, but I say two words to the princess and you flip?” 

You stamp your foot. “Ughhhh Han Solo you are the most infuriating man I’ve ever met!”

“Yeah well, I’m out of here ASAP. Not like you care, so you can just stay here and then you won’t have to worry about me.”

“I do care! Why would you say such a stupid thing?” You sigh. “Look, I know things have been tense between us lately but-”

“I’ll say.”

“But I’m just going through something right now and it’s hard, okay?”

He takes your hands. “Going through what? Let me help!” 

You smile up at him. “Did you just ask to help me?”

“I- yeah, so what?”

“It’s just so far from when we first met, but I guess we’ve been through a lot since then.”

“Yeah, we have.” 

You stare into each other’s eyes a moment before he kisses you. 

“Okay,” you say. 

“Okay?”

“Okay, I trust you. Let me just talk to Luke and set a few things straight, then I’ll tell you everything.”

“Everything?”

“All of it.” 

“Something tells me I’m not going to like this.”

“I don’t think it’s what you think. It’s just- I’ll explain later.”

“I- alright. I’ll go see what I can do about getting us out of here. I’m pretty sure the Falcon is ready...maybe I should double check one last time.”

You kiss him. “That’s never a bad idea. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“See ya around.” 

Han lost himself inside his ship. He did his best to keep the thief out of his mind, but the Falcon really didn’t need anymore work. Of course there were always things he could tweak, but it wasn’t enough to keep his mind busy. He threw down his tools and climbed out. 

Chewie growled at him. 

“I don’t know pal, I guess I’m going to find out soon enough; I just don’t think I’m ready for it.” 

“Luke, I’m sorry, I know you’re recovering, but I need to talk to you.”

“Don’t be sorry (Y/N), what’s wrong?”

You sit down next to him. “I keep having these dreams about those two people and I... I don’t know something strange is going on and I need to figure it all out. It’s driving me crazy.” 

“Alright, alright relax. We’ll figure this out. Close your eyes. Think about the people you mentioned.” 

You do as he says and try to recall their faces, but they’re blurry. 

“It’s not working I-”

“Shh, you have to focus. Forget I’m here. Clear your mind, think of the last dream you had. Where were you?”

“I...I don’t know. An apartment maybe? It was sunset, I remember that, or dark maybe. They were talking about something like first watch...they were on the run. He was stressed and she was scared-”

“Wake up! Honey we have to go. Stormtroopers are on their way.” 

“Already? I thought we lost them.” 

“I know. It’ll be alright, but we have to move. Grab (Y/N), I’ll get the supplies.” 

It was dark and you couldn’t really see. The woman’s face loomed over you as she picked you up. “It’s alright sweetheart, mommy’s got you.” 

You reached out, “Dah?”

“Daddy’s right here,” the man said as he walked in. He quickly kissed your head. “Let’s go!” 

You snapped out of it and stared at Luke. 

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“My parents!” you gasp. 

“What?”

“The people in my vision! They’re my parents! They were on the run from the Empire!” 

“Are you sure?”

“I saw them clear as day. I was there, I remember. I don’t know how, I must have been a baby, but I do. That was my parents. I have to find out what happened to them!”

“(Y/N) calm down!” 

“I have to do that again- agh but I’m too excited now. I have to knock myself out and get some sleep, then I can dream about them. Thanks Luke!” 

“(Y/N) wait!”

But you were already gone. 

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What Lies Beneath Part 12 Red Hood (Jason Todd) X Reader

Summary: Coming back home to Gotham after several years was a tough choice, but you needed to put the past behind you. You blame yourself for Jason’s death and hope that with a medical degree you can have a second chance at saving the kids of Gotham’s streets, but the past won’t stay buried. As the Red Hood invites himself into your life and the little safe bubble of a lie you call life bursts you’re left struggling to cope. Your secret studying of toxins used by Gotham’s villains is sure to land you in hot water eventually, but you’re always up for a challenge. Life is a game of survival and it’s time you joined in.

Co-Author: @inkteller-17 Tags: @jason-todd-rh @totallynotashieldagent @exotiicqueen494 @dragons-of-the-usa   @shadowsndaisies @e-equals-mcommunism-squared   @icycoldbeanieweanies

Tags OPEN Word Count: 2,685 WARNINGS: Language I Think?

Catch Up Here

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The sounds of the hospital buzzed in your head as you tried to focus on the document copied in your phone. Leaning back in your chair your eyes glossed over the cure notes you’d been continually tweaking. It had been several days of work, fixing your apartment, and resurrecting the cure into a 2.0 version.

Your fingers hovered over the phone’s screen ready to add another note when it lite up with a call from one of the nurses on your floor.

“Hello?” You answered calmly.

“Dr. Y/L/N, one of the girls has begun to stir.” The nurse’s tone was lined with excitement making you smile.

Two twins had been admitted into Gotham City Hospital with severe symptoms relating to the toxin. While your fellow staff still remained dismissive of the isolated sickness spreading among the street kids whenever they trickled in you kept the lead on the cases.

You’d discovered that the kids who got admitted now, while still severely sick, at least had remnants of your old cure in their systems. That little boost allowed them to not immediately code blue and flat line. Instead, it gave you the chance to inject them, in secret and completely against hospital regulations, with your new working cure.

That’s what you’d done for little Sawyer and Sookie when they’d arrived. Hearing that at least one of them was starting to express signs of progress was more than a little relieving. It meant you were on the right track again.

“I’ll be right up.” You replied after a moment.

Ending the call you jumped from your seat and gathered what was left of your lunch. Skipping the elevator you took the stairs to your floor.

Your passed quick greetings to patients and colleagues as you went. Upon arriving at your floor one of the nurses motioned at a stack of files you would have to collect later and flip through.

Weaving your way toward the room you easily spied the nurse from the phone going through a slow check on little Sawyer.

Walking up to the end of the bed you gathered Sawyer’s file into your hands and looked through it out of habit. You’d already memorized her file along with any other kid that’d come in with symptoms.

Closing the file you gave Sawyer a soft smile as the nurse helped her sit up.

“I’ll have room service bring you a pitcher of water and some dry food to nibble on. Hopefully, you can start to eat more solid foods.”

The nurse spoke softly convincing you she had little ones of her own at home while Sawyer groggily nodded. As the nurse disappeared to continue her rounds you moved to slide the glass door shut.

You eased down at the foot of Sawyer’s bed, “How are you feeling?”

Sawyer’s eyes were unfocused as she tried to process everything happening around her. You watched as panic slowly filled her eyes.

“Your sister is there.” You kept your voice soft while pointing at the adjacent bed. Sawyer’s shoulders relaxed some at seeing her sister.

“Why isn’t she awake too?”

Your lips thinned momentarily, “The medicine is just taking longer to work on her. She’s going to be fine just like you.”

Sawyer released a shuddering breath before letting her eyes slip closed. Sawyer had woken several times while in your care and had been giving you a lot of feedback. All her little comments during your visits were more than a little helpful.

Your eyes studied all the machinery leading to Sawyer’s form before really focusing on her. You knew it was taxing for her to stay awake for too long given the new ferocity of the toxin. One of the many side effects she was enduring.

Your heart ached for the little girl forced to experience the symptoms, even if a little muted, while her sister passed through them unconscious.

“Dr. Y/L/N?” Sawyer whispered.

Snapping to, “Yes?”

Several heartbeats passed before Sawyer was dragging in a breath and forcing her eyes open to stare at you. A weight settled deep in your stomach at her words.

“Am I going to die?” She asked her voice was small and soft.

Your teeth clenched as you scooted closer to the little girl, “Not if I can help it.”

Sawyer didn’t even respond facially before turning her head to stare at her sister.

Watching the two girls, the need to ask how they’d both managed to even get more sick burned your tongue. You’d refrained from asking in exchange for focusing on the task at hand, but the lull in things reopened the opportunity.

Inhaling deeply you braced yourself.

“Sawyer I need to-”

Before you could say anything more the room door was sliding open causing you to spin around. A burly man wearing scrubs and a hairnet carried in a dingy yellow cafeteria tray before silently setting it on the bedside table.

You silently studied the man for a moment and noted his nametag displaying ‘Butch’ as he deposited the tray. Moving off the bed you went about removing the lid from the selected food for Sawyer.

Handing the cup of water to Sawyer you felt eyes watching you. Looking up across the bed you found Butch still standing there.

“Thank you, you may leave now.” Your tone came out stern while you leveled him with a dismissive look.

The man glared at you slightly before leaving the room. Shaking your head you collected the now empty cup from Sawyer and watched as she grabbed for the Teddy Grahams on the tray.

You smiled at her eagerness to eat something after refusing the last few days.

“Dr. Y/L/N?” Sawyer spoke around a mouth full of crackers.

“Yes?” You laughed.

Sawyer leaned forward slightly and dropped her voice low, “Where is Red?”

Your eyes immediately shot around checking that no one had heard her. Releasing a breath after a moment you sat back down at the edge of her bed.

“He’s busy with his hero stuff.” You replied.

Sawyer nodded before dropping her empty baggie and sighing. You noted her breathing was still too labored for your liking.

“Here’s the call button and television remote. If you can get some more rest, okay?” You gave a small smile as you stood.

Sawyer gave a weak nod and you knew she’d be out sooner rather than later. The strand of toxin Sawyer had been exposed to was laced with mean variations of respiratory issues. The toll it put on her body kept her wiped for energy.

Sliding the glass door shut you pulled your phone from your pocket and called Red. Shouldering your phone you went about flipping through another patient’s file as you passed their room.

“Hey, what’s up?” Red answered out of breath.

Your brows rose, “Um, good. What are you doing?”

Harsh breathing and grunts sounded through the receiver for a moment, “Oh you know just stuff.” Red gave a quick curse before you heard the phone drop.

Setting the file back into its door holder you waited.

“Shit, sorry, you still there?” Red asked panting.

“Yeah. For real though what are you doing?” You asked with a laugh.

Red cleared his throat, “Uh, workout drills.”

“Uh huh.” You said while stepping into one of the unused waiting rooms. Propping your shoulder against a wall you put your back toward the rest of the floor and dropped your voice, “I wanted to update you on something.”

The sound of fabric shifting sounded for a moment, “Oh?”

“I managed to sneak a dose of the new cure into two girls who were admitted recently, and it’s looking promising.” You told him.

“Wait, whoa, back up. You what?” Red said shocked.

You huffed a breath, “I had to do something Red. They were previously exposed to the first cure and if I hadn’t dosed them with the new one--”

“Shh, wait. Y/N, you dosed them at the hospital?” Red said slowly in disbelief.

“Yes.” You replied flatly.

“Isn’t that like super illegal?” Red asked you.

“Let me worry about that, Red.” You replied shortly.

“No, I will worry about. I know we hang out a lot but I never took you as the reckless type. You could easily get caught, then what? You need to be--” Red started in on you, but you quickly cut him off.

“I swear to God Red if you say I need to be careful I will flush your entire pack of cigarettes. I have been careful. I am being careful.” You stressed.

Red huffed a breath, “Listen I’m glad it’s working. I really am, but I don’t think you jeopardizing your job is one hundred percent necessary.”

“I called to tell you good news and you’re lecturing me?” You said soberly.

Red made a noise of frustration, “Okay, this could be going better. Listen, how about we talk more about this over dinner?”

You blinked, “What are you asking?”

“If you want food.” Red said blatantly.

“I know what dinner is smartass.” You said with a laugh, “I mean ‘what’ as in are you asking me out on an actual date?”

Red snorted before replying, his tone hesitant, “I mean if you want to label it--”

“Yes, I will go to dinner with you.” You cut him off once again.

“Good, because I legit already made reservations,” Red said with a snort.

Your interest peaked, “Oh? Where?”

“This amazing place called your kitchen,” Red answered.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing out loud as you turned around and headed toward the nurse's station.

“Sounds dreamy, Red. Listen, I have to get going and finish my paperwork.” You said lowly.

“Alright, see ya,” Red said curtly already distracted by something else.

“Bye.” You spoke while ending the call.

Gathering the pile of offered files you smiled at the nurses before heading toward your office.  You were completely unaware of the dark figure standing in the shadows. Butch had heard everything that he needed to hear. He couldn’t wait to report this to Edward.

Joker was not one of Butch’s favorite people. And he knew that once Edward ruled Gotham that he would be able to rule alongside him. That’s all Butch wanted was to have control and say what happened in Gotham.

As he walked down the back hallway Butch stripped out of his scrubs. There was a car waiting for him at the back of the hospital. Once locked away inside, Butch ordered the driver to take him directly to Edward.

Across town in Edward’s little place, Butch didn’t even bother to knock before entering. Edward sat the table working on one of his little riddles that he loved so much. Edward looked up when Butch entered. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Well?” Edward asked.

“The little witch has worked on another cure and it’s successful. She saved two little girls that were brought in to the hospital,” Butch reported.

Edward grinned.

“Butch we’re one step closer,” Edward said.

“So what do we do now, boss?” Butch asked.

“We be good dutiful followers and tell Joker,” Edward said.

“How is that going to help us take over Gotham?” Butch asked.

“We keep supporting Joker in this mess then Batman and his bratboys will take him down. While they are distracted with Joker we can rally together and take over Gotham,” Edward explained.

Butch nodded. “So Joker is the bait?”

“Exactly!” Edward clapped.

Abandoning his riddle, Edward grabbed his jacket and his hat.

“Let’s go, Butch, we have a message to deliver,” Edward said.

Together the pair headed to Joker’s warehouse to fill him in on what Butch discovered.

At the warehouse, Edward and Butch found Joker draped in his chair. Harley sat in his lap, chomping on bubble gum while Joker played with her hair.

“You two are back so soon,” Joker said.

“Butch works fast,” Edward said leaning against his cane.

Joker and Harley finally looked over at them.

“Butch, already got the information that we need?” Joker asked.

Edward grinned and Butch nodded.

“So Butch,” Joker began. “Just what did you find out?”

Butch glanced over at Edward. Edward nodded at him giving him the okay to tell Joker what he overheard at the hospital.

“The girl contacted Red Hood directly. Twin girls were brought in with symptoms of the virus. She’s definitely been working on a new cure. She injected them both with her new one. The one girl is bouncing back the other not so much, but it won’t be long before the second girl wakes up.” Butch explained.

“So she has a working cure again?” Joker asked.

“Seems like it,” Butch answered.

“So much for her being out of your hair,” Edward commented.

Joker growled and shoved Harley out of his lap.

“Puddin’!” She exclaimed.

“Sorry, doll, but I need you to go and find Hatter and Firefly,” Joker said.

Pouting, Harley stood, she brushed the dirt from her before hurrying off to find Hatter and Firefly.

“Do you still need us?” Edward asked.

“Don’t you want to be in on the plan?” Joker asked.

Butch and Edward both nodded.

Several moments passed before Harley returned with Hatter and Firefly in tow. Joker held his hand out to Harley. She skipped over to him and took his hand in hers. He kissed the back of her hand before turning his attention to the others.

“I have a project for the two of you,” Joker started.

“What is it?” Firefly asked.

“I need the two of you to head to Gotham Hospital,” Joker said.

“What exactly do we need to do?” Hatter asked.

“It’s time things got a little explosive around here,” Joker said with a grin.

Firefly screeched and started to bounce up and down.

“You’re going to blow up the hospital?” Edward asked.

Joker laughed.

Butch looked at his boss. This definitely wasn’t part of their plan.

“That little bitch can’t keep saving the lives of Gotham citizens if she doesn’t have the supplies to do so,” Joker said.

Firefly was still bouncing up and down in excitement.

“This is my area!” She grinned.

“I know. So don’t let me down,” Joker said.

Firefly grabbed Hatter by the hand and started to drag him out of the warehouse. Harley was draping herself across Joker.

“Let’s go celebrate Puddin’!” She grinned.

Joker looked back at Edward and Butch.

“Good work. We’ll see you guys later,” Joker beamed before letting Harley drag him out of the large room and down to their bedroom.

Butch looked up at Edward.

“Now what do we do?” Butch asked.

For the first time in his life, Edward Nygma was lost for words.

Across Gotham

“Any plans tonight Y/n?” Nurse Mariah asked.

You grinned. “Just dinner with a friend,”

Mariah wiggled her eyebrows and you laughed.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Mariah,” You said.

Mariah continued to wiggle her eyebrows at you.

“It’s about time you got some,” Mariah teased.

“You’re the absolute worse!” You laughed.

The two of you entered the elevator together. You pulled your bag higher up your shoulder as Mariah hit the ground level button.

“And what about you? Any plans with Adam tonight?” You asked as the elevator began to descend.

Mariah rolled her eyes.

“What was that for?” You asked.

“I’m already growing bored with him,” Mariah admitted.

“Mariah, you’ve only been with him for a few weeks!” You exclaimed.

Mariah busted out in a fit of giggles.

“I know, but ya know, he just isn’t doing it for me anymore,” Mariah said.

You pretended to gag. You watched as the elevator hit the ground level. The two of you kept up your conversation. As the doors to the elevator slid open a loud boom filled your ears. A gasp escaped your lips as you were suddenly thrown backward. Your back slammed into the wall. The breath was knocked out of you. As you lay there trying to catch your breath your vision began to go black and all you could hear was screaming.