#tenth word out of his mouth lmfao i get SO LOST

[svtskneecaps]

i should be sleeping but i do want to reiterate how much i love that our collective fan community and also the streamers are constantly like, so new members when? new language when? a teaser drops and we're all like germans???? german time????? asiatic language time??????? new faces??? new friends?? new communities????

i've said this before but it just constantly makes me feel all warm n fuzzy to see it. i'm really happy we're all so excited and united in this.

[itsivyberry]

always forever

Sokka x f!Reader

a/n: HI this is a request !!!! it’s a long fic because I couldn’t help myself !!!! there are also quite a few time skips because it was getting too long and I didn’t want to kill my fingers trying to finish it LMFAO enjoy ❤️

warnings: jealousy, heartbreak, major character death, hella long for no reason so sorry also TIME SKIPS!!!!! I take out important parts of the sotn episodes!!!!, also blood my bad I added that in last minute

word count: 4556

request: -hi! i saw that your requests were open, i hope i’m not bothering you but may i request sokka x jealous female reader x princess yue, and can you end it with fluff with sokka and the reader confessing their feelings for each other and getting together ^-^?

to anon: I love you and I love this request, thank you<3

music recs: lookalike - conan gray, f song - strawberry guy

taglist: @tomshollandz​

gif credit: @fireladyazula

“I’m not one to complain, but can’t Appa fly any higher?” Sokka called from the back of the saddle.

“I have an idea! Why don’t we all get on your back, and you can fly us to the North Pole?” Aang turned around, sounding rather agitated.

“I’d love to. Climb on, everyone. Sokka is ready for takeoff.” Sokka pointed to his back, shaking his bum at his companions.

“We aren’t even that far, Sokka.” Y/N lay on her back, staring up at the sky and watching the clouds drift.

“Look, we’re all just a little tired and cranky because we’ve been flying for two days straight.” Katara tried to reason.

“And for what? We can’t even find the Northern Water Tribe.” Sokka argued back. “There’s nothing up here.”

Almost as if on cue, a giant shard of ice formed just in front of Appa. Aang yelled, steering the bison away from the hunk of ice.

Y/N, Sokka, and Katara were all holding onto the saddle for dear life as Appa flew away from the forming shards of ice.

The tip of a newly formed iceberg managed to snag one of Appa’s paws, and he was sent spiraling into the cold water below.

Multiple rafts full of water benders came out from behind the large icebergs, freezing Appa in place.

“They’re water benders! We found the water tribe!” Katara exclaimed, looking around.

~.•*✰

“There it is!” Aang stood, pointing at the massive ice walls ahead.

“The Northern Water Tribe.” Katara confirmed, awe written all over her face.

“We’re finally here.” Sokka said, almost in a trance.

“See! I told you Sokka, we were almost there that entire time.” Y/N punched his shoulder playfully, earning snickers and giggles from the boy.

~.•*✰

A raft was soon leading Appa through the icy river, giving all the citizens of the Northern Water Tribe a chance to see the avatar.

As the four kids drifted through the water, Y/N couldn’t help but find herself lost in the beauty of the structures.

Everything was an amazing shade of blue, ice everywhere.

A boat with a young girl, about Y/N’s and Sokka’s age drifted just past them. Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts when Sokka jumped off the saddle, sliding down Appa’s tail.

“This place is beautiful.” Katara pointed out the obvious.

“Yeah, she is.” Sokka mumbles just loud enough to where Y/N could hear.

It hurt quite a bit, seeing her crush fall for yet another girl so quickly. Another girl, that wasn’t her.

The girl in question, however, was breathtakingly beautiful. She had icy white hair, beautiful tanned skin and these beautiful blue eyes.

Y/N understood why he was so entranced by her, but it didn’t hurt any less. Katara must’ve noticed how sour Y/N’s mood had turned, and gave a sympathetic look to her. She shrugged, standing up and plopping down right next to Aang on Appa’s head.

This was going to be a long trip.

~.•*✰

Y/N watched quietly as four members of the water tribe brought out a large platter of food for Appa. She giggled to herself as Appa growled loudly, scaring the four men off.

“Tonight, we celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Tribe.” The Chief motioned the Katara and Sokka. “We are also welcoming a friend from the Earth Kingdom. And they have brought with them someone very special, someone who many of us believed disappeared from the world until now... the avatar.”

Cheers erupted from the citizens surrounding the main table. Aang smiled and waved, the rest of the gaang clapping along.

“We also celebrate my daughters 16th birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age.” The Chief stepped aside to welcome the girl who the group saw from earlier. It all made sense to Y/N now. She looked regal because she was royalty. No wonder Sokka likes her and not Y/N.

“Thank you, father. May the great Ocean and Moon spirits watch over us during these troubled times.” She announced, looking over to the members of her tribe.

“Now, Master Pakku and his students will perform!”

Y/N fell silent again. She disconnected, watching lifelessly at the waterbending show before her.

It was embarrassing to her, watching her crush of many months pine after a girl whom Y/N could never exactly compare to.

Before she knew it, the food was served and everybody was digging in. Well, everyone except for Y/N.

“What’re you doing, Y/N/N? Eat! We have all this food now.” Aang pushes her plate closer to her.

“It’s okay, Aang. I’m not hungry.” Y/N pushed the plate back.

“It’s Sokka, isn’t it? That’s why you’ve been oddly quiet since we got here, and why you’re not eating.” Aang lowered his voice, leaning a little closer. Y/N gave a shallow nod, dropping her eyes.

“I’m pathetic. I just want to leave already.” Y/N said. “But you and Katara need a waterbending master. So I’m stuck here with my stupid crush.”

Aang fell silent once again.

Princess Yue walked over and sat beside Sokka, and the dull ache in her chest grew.

“Hi there.” Y/N heard Sokka say. “Sokka, Southern Water Tribe.”

She cringed, listening to how this boy tried to act cool in front of a pretty girl.

“Very nice to meet you.” Yue bowed her head.

“So, uh... you’re a princess, huh?” Sokka attempted to continue to conversation that was already slowly dying. “You know, back in my tribe, I’m kind of like a prince myself.”

“Ha! A prince of what?” Katara scoffed.

“A lot of things! Do you mind? I’m trying to have a conversation here.”

“My apologies, Prince Sokka.” Katara dramatically bowed, sarcasm lacing her voice. Y/N and Aang snicker from beside her.

“So, it looks like I’m gonna be in town for a while. I’m thinking maybe we could... do an activity together?” Sokka asked the princess.

Y/N choked on the piece of bread she was chewing on. Aang lightly patted her back.

Did he really just ask a princess on a date? Right in front of everyone, right in front of me? Y/N thought.

“Do an activity?” Princess Yue asked, and Y/N could tell she was trying not to laugh at the boy.

Sokka stuffed his mouth with food, coughing in the process in attempt to escape the embarrassing conversation he was so eager to continue before.

“Very smooth.” Katara leaned over to her brother.

“I’m heading back to where we’re staying. Anybody need anything? No? Okay, bye.” Y/N stood abruptly, not giving her companions any time to respond before she bowed at the chief and his daughter.

“What’s up with her?” Sokka asked, watching as Y/N scurried off.

“You did just ask out a princess in front of her.” Aang leaned over the table to speak to him.

“So what? It’s not like she likes me, or anything.” Sokka rolled his eyes. Katara and Aang shared a look, before continuing eating the lovely dinner.

~.•*✰

The following day, Aang and Katara made there way to Master Pakku’s waterbending lessons. Y/N stayed at the small house they were given, along with Sokka.

“I really like that princess, you know?” Sokka said for the tenth time in the past five minutes.

“She’s pretty. You deserve someone like her.” Y/N said despite every cell in her body screaming at her to just say she likes him then and there. She was drying off his coat with was soaked because he allegedly tripped into the ice cold river.

“I get to see her tonight.” Sokka said again, tucking his arm underneath his head as he watched Y/N dry off his coat.

She didn’t respond.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She answered just as quick as the question left his mouth.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Y/N huffed, laying his jacket on the back of a chair. “I’m going for a walk.” She stood, slipping on her own winter coat and walking right out the door.

Part of her hoped he would follow her, pressure her into telling him what was truly wrong. But the door never opened behind her, and her heart broke a little bit more.

~.•*✰

Y/N didn’t return until sundown. She walked on the icy paths back to where her and her friends were staying, smiling warmly at citizens she passed by.

As she approached the bridge that led straight to where the gaang was staying, she saw two figures leaning over the railing. Y/N stopped for a moment, not wanting to interrupt them.

That was, until, one of the figures ran away from the other.

She could feel the anger radiating off of the other person, and she barely had time to register the small wooden carving thrown directly at her.

There was no way the person on the bridge could’ve seen her, the only light available was the moon above. Nonetheless, it smacked her right on the side of her head, and hard.

“Ow..” Y/N groaned, rubbing her temple. She leaned down to inspect what had just hit her, and it looked to be a messy carving of a fish.

~.•*✰

“Y/N! Oh, I’m so glad you’re back. You’ll never guess what happened- oh spirits! What happened to your face?” Aang exclaimed, standing from his place in front of the small fire.

“Somebody threw something at me and now I have a big goose egg on my forehead.” Y/N frowned, unbuttoning her jacket.

“What hit you? It’s already bruised..” Katara trailed off, lightly touching the side of her face. Y/N winced and smacked her hand away.

“Some weird wooden carving thing. I was trying to get up on the bridge but it smacked me right when I turned the corner.” She pulled out the messy carving to show them.

“Oh, Sokka made this. Maybe he dropped it and somebody tried to throw it in the water.” Katara took it from Y/N, inspecting it.

“Oh, right. Made it for Yue. How could I have forgotten.” Y/N’s voice began to waver.

“He’s just a stupid teenage boy, Y/N. Don’t worry about it, he’ll come around.” Katara consoled her friend.

Aang was confused as to what Katara was implying. “Come around to what? Katara, what is Sokka going to come around to?”

~.•*✰

Y/N was already fast asleep when Sokka returned. Her sleep was light, though, and she could faintly hear them talk about warrior training.

As Aang listened to Sokka ramble about Princess Yue, something clicked in his head.

Y/N likes Sokka. Sokka likes Yue.

This explains Y/N distancing herself from everyone and disappearing every couple of hours since they arrived.

He thought for a moment, about how he could’ve missed this, even after consoling her at the feast. And how Sokka was so oblivious to Y/N’s feelings.

Aang understood completely why Y/N was suddenly standoffish and jealous.

He would just let it be for now, though.

~.•*✰

Y/N had fallen into a deeper sleep, and found herself trapped in one of the worst scenarios her brain could’ve come up with.

After Aang and Katara left to train, Sokka had decided to get some rest along with Y/N. He was awoken by the small cries, and the thrashing of a sleeping bag across the room.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and looking around for the source of the noise.

Then he spotted Y/N, whipping her head back and forth, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Y/N- hey, wake up- Y/N, it’s a dream-“ Sokka attempted to wake her, shaking her lightly. She woke with a gasp, sitting up so quickly he was sure she was going to have whiplash.

“You were having a nightmare.” Sokka kneeled by her sleeping bag, softly rubbing her back up and down.

“Spirits, I’m sorry.” She whispered out, not meeting his eyes.

“Do you want to go for a walk? Maybe it’ll help clear your head. I noticed you haven’t been getting much sleep, maybe it’ll tire you out a bit.” He offered, standing up. She nodded lightly, slipping out of the sleeping back.

Sokka handed her the soft winter coat she brought, slipping on his own right after.

They walked silently through the icy paths, eyes stinging from the cold breeze.

“What was your nightmare about?” Sokka asked once they reached a bridge, overlooking the entrance of the Northern Water Tribe.

“Don’t want to talk about it.” Y/N mumbled, leaning over the ledge to prop her head in her hand and closing her eyes.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” Sokka’s voice almost sounded offended, like he knew Y/N was holding back.

She hummed lightly, nodding with her head still in her hands.

“I know you don’t like Yue.” Sokka said after a few moments of silence, letting out a breath he seemed to be holding for hours.

“Why would I not like her? She’s a princess, the nicest one I’ve ever met. I don’t have a reason to not like her.” Y/N furrowed her brows, turning to look at him.

“I bet it’s because you want to hang out with me, but I’ve been hanging out with her.” Sokka said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He was right,

Y/N did want to hang out with Sokka. And as much as she wanted to hate Yue for stealing him away, the princess didn’t know. Y/N was jealous, and it was bad.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I would much rather hang out with her than you.” Y/N smirked playfully, punching him lightly in the shoulder. He laughed, leaning away from her touch.

This is nice, she thought. Seeing him laugh because of her was a really nice feeling.

“Are you okay, though? You haven’t been yourself since we got here.” Sokka said, putting his head in his hands in a similar manner to her.

“Yeah. Not used to being in the freezing cold all the time.” Y/N gazed at the reflection of the moon in the icy water.

“We should go back.” Sokka’s voice snapped her out of the trance she was in. She muttered a soft ‘okay’, following him back down the stairs and to the building they were staying in.

~.•*✰

Y/N could barely comprehend what happened the following day.

Katara challenged the waterbending master to a duel. Y/N knew what was coming and was preparing to console her friend.

But, Katara ended up making an impact on the entire tribe. It was revolutionary, the way she singlehandedly destroyed a major gender norm and tradition.

On the other hand, both Sokka and Katara learned about how their grandmother ran from an arranged marriage. Aang and Y/N were beyond confused, and the day had barely started.

When Yue was brought to tears about the realization, Aang didn’t hesitate to tell Sokka to go after her.

It hurt Y/N to see him care for her so dearly, knowing he would never treat her that way.

The moon was high as Yue sat on the bridge her and Sokka first talked at.

“What do you want from me?” Yue asked through years as Sokka stepped up next to her.

“Nothing. I just want you to know, I think you’re beautiful. And I never thought a girl like you would even notice a guy like me.” Sokka said quietly, avoiding her gaze.

“You don’t understand.”

“No, no. See, that’s the thing. I think I do understand now. You’re a princess and I’m... I’m just a southern peasant.”

“No, Sokka-“ Yue tried to reason, but he cut her off before she could finish her sentence.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll see you around, okay?” Sokka turned to walk away before Yue grabbed his arm and pulled him into a kiss.

Y/N watched below in tears. She didn’t know how she kept finding herself watching them together, it just kept happening. What she didn’t hear, was what came after the kiss.

“Oh, I shouldn’t have done that. I’m engaged! And somebody else is in love with you...” Yue’s cheeks took on a red hue underneath the moonlight.

“Somebody is in love with me? What are you taking about?” Sokka’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, completely forgetting about what was happening moments ago.

“I see the way that girl in your group looks at you. I can’t do that to someone else. I’m sorry. She’s pretty, you deserve her, not me. We can’t see each other anymore. I’m sorry.” Yue’s voice broke as tears formed in her eyes again. Similar to the night before, she ran off, leaving Sokka alone on the bridge.

Y/N... in love with him? He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Then, it clicked. Sokka knew why she was acting weird.

He couldn’t just march right up to her and say he loved her, too. It wouldn’t be a complete lie, considering he had always thought she was a beautiful soul and a strong fighter since the day she joined them on their journey. Sokka was conflicted. He was just kissing Yue underneath the moon, but now he could only think of Y/N, and how miserable she must be, having nothing to do but watch and hear Sokka pine over a princess.

He needed to do something.

~.•*✰

The attack on the tribe was frightening. Y/N didn’t know her place, where to fight. She barely had the suitable weapons for the environment she was in, and she was badly outnumbered.

Escaping to the oasis, she spotted Yue and Katara. It started off as such a beautiful day, the sun shining bright above the tribe, making the ice glitter.

The snow turned black in the blink of an eye. Sokka and Yue came barreling down on Appa, rushing back to the tribe. It was frightening, seeing the once sparkling fountains turn a musty grey.

But, here Y/N was, rushing to the two girls in the warm oasis, moonlight leading her on the path.

“Katara!” Y/N called, sliding as fast as she could along the walls. She crossed the bridge, skidding to a stop when she saw both Yue and Katara standing over Aang. “Oh- Princess,” Y/N bowed clumsily, so out of breath she could barely still herself.

“No need for formalities, Y/N.” Yue said kindly.

“What’s going on? We’re being attacked bad out there!” She exclaimed, pointing over the entrance wall to the oasis.

“The Avatar is communing with the spirits. He’s looking for help.” Yue stated, looking almost solemnly down at Aang.

“He’s fine. We just need to make sure his body doesn’t move.” Katara slid down the base of a tree.

Y/N gave out a groan, feeling just as helpless as before. “He’ll be fine, Y/N. He got out all those people back at that village because of Hei Bai, remember?” Katara reassured her as she sat down next to her, staring at the back of Aang’s head.

“Maybe we should get some help.” Yue began to walk over to one of the bridges. “No, he’s our friend. We are perfectly capable of protecting him.” Katara stated, giving her a hopeful smile.

“Well, aren’t you a big girl now.” A scary familiar voice called from the other side of the oasis. “No...” Katara said, as if it would simply make the figure walking towards them go away.

“Yes.” The banished prince said, stopping at the end of one of the bridges. “Hand him over and I won’t have to hurt you.”

Katara readied herself, getting into a fighting position as Yue ran to most likely get help. Y/N jumped up, putting herself in front of Aang in a poor attempt to guard him. She was defenseless, all her weapons no match against the firebender.

Zuko began throwing punches of fire to Katara. She fought them off gracefully, using water from around the oasis pond to burn off each hit. Y/N drew one of her swords, readying herself as the two fought closer and closer towards her.

“You again, huh? I thought you would’ve backed off the last time you fought me.” Zuko snarled, bringing back a painful memory of Y/N’s, when he burned the side of her neck and part of her shoulder. The scar was faded now, just discolored, but still noticeable.

Y/N swung her sword out of instinct, fighting him off of both her and Aang. Katara brought out a thick pillar of water, slamming Zuko right in the middle of the chest, throwing him back from her friends. “I see you’ve learned a new trick. But I didn’t come this far to lose to you-“ just as he was about to throw another punch, Y/N ran and tackled him, pinning him and his arms to the ground.

“Do you ever stop monologuing, like ever?” Y/N scoffed, keeping her grip tight despite his skin growing almost unbearably hot. He growled loudly at her, trying to fight her off, but it was no use.

Just as Katara was settling down, Zuko managed one hand out of Y/N’s grasp, throwing her so hard towards a wall. She slammed into it, knocking her out. As she rolled onto the grass, Katara watched as blood began to seep from her ears.

Katara couldn’t do anything. She needed to protect Aang, but she was watching hopelessly as her two defenseless and unconscious friends lay far away from her. Zuko began fighting Katara again, slipping past her with just enough time to grab Aang and escape.

“You rise with the moon. I rise with the sun.” Zuko said, holding Aang by the collar of his shirt. Katara watched, all hope dying from her eyes as he dragged her best friend away. She looked around, locking her eyes back on Y/N. The sun began to rise, lighting the injuries she had endured with the small fight.

“Y/N, hey- come on, wake up.” Katara shook her, helping her sit up. “Where’s Aang? Where’s Zuko?” Y/N said after mumbling something incoherent, blinking from the rising sun.

“He took him. They’re both gone.” Katara’s voice was wobbly. Appa landed just as Y/N was registering what had happened before she was slammed against the ice. “What happened? Where’s Zuko?” Sokka jumped off Appa’s head, helping Yue down too.

“He took Aang. He took him right out from under me.” Katara looked at the ground in defeat. “Y/N! You’re bleeding! Oh, no...” Yue drawled, rushing up to the girl to look at the side of her face.

“Are you okay? What did Zuko do?” Sokka did the same as Yue, inspecting her for any further injuries. “He slammed her against a wall just when she had him pinned down. Then he took Aang.” Katara had tears in her eyes.

“Where did they go?” Sokka asked, more to himself than the three girls and flying lemur beside him.

~.•*✰

Y/N was devastated. The moon spirit was dead, Tui and La were no more. The sky was dark, everything surrounding them was now black and white. The moon was gone.

She could see the pain in Yue’s eyes. After being told her life story, Y/N felt so guilty for not protecting the koi spirits as much as she could’ve.

Katara screamed after Aang as he stepped into the pond. Y/N held her back, allowing him to commune with the spirits again and avenge the fallen spirit. Waterbenders bowed down to the water spirit that was protecting their tribe.

~.•*✰

Iroh solemnly placed the dead koi back into the pond.

“It’s too late. It’s dead.” Katara leaned over to look at the spirit. Iroh’s face lit up with an idea, and he looked over to Yue.

“You have been touched by the moon spirit. Some of its life is in you.”

“Yes, you’re right... it gave me life. Maybe I can give it back.” Yue spoke softly, her voice contrasting against the silence that filled the oasis.

“No!”

“Yue, no!” Sokka and Y/N called at the same time. Sokka reached for her hand, trying to pull her back.

“You can’t do this, Princess.” Y/N pleaded.

“You don’t have to do that.” Sokka tried to tell her.

“It’s my duty, Sokka.” “I wont let you! Your father told me to protect you!”

“I have to do this.” She walked, her hand slipping from Sokka’s grasp. Yue delicately placed her hands atop the fish, letting the life it gave her pass back through to it.

The bright light went out just as quickly as it shone. Yue fell limp, one last breath passing through her lips. Sokka caught her just before she hit the ground, and Y/N had to cover her mouth to stop the sobs.

“She’s gone. She’s gone.” Sokka found his voice, hugging Yue’s body close to him.

“Oh, spirits.” Katara whimpered, hugging Y/N close. It was as if all of them had lost a close friend, even though they had all only known her a few days.

Y/N turned to the sound of soft humming, seeing Sokka’s arms now empty and a puzzled look on his face. She wiped the tears from her eyes, sniffling in confusion.

The fish, now alive, was placed back into the pond, allowing the water to glow a bright white. A misty figure rose from the water, and took the shape of a beautiful young woman that Y/N recognized as Yue. She looked ethereal, practically glowing.

“Goodbye, Sokka. I’ll always be with you. Don’t be afraid of loving the right person, ever.” Her voice echoed across the oasis. Y/N watched quietly as her spirit traced the side of his face, before turning to where she and Katara stood.

“Thank you for showing me kindness. I’ll miss you all dearly.”

Her presence was gone as Sokka looked where she once was. Y/N couldn’t feel any more guilty, walking up to Sokka and pulling him into a hug. He cried quietly into her shoulder, squeezing her so tight she thought he might break one of her ribs.

Sokka has just lost another girl he loved, and he wouldn’t be letting this girl go anytime soon.

~.•*✰

Team Avatar now flew on the back of Appa, riding silently as the sun rose once again.

They all recounted the previous couple of days’ events, from the Fire Nation attack to losing a Princess.

Y/N hadn’t left Sokka’s side, and was there whenever he needed comfort. She had come to terms that he needed time, and that he wasn’t going to be okay for a while.

Little did she know, that his feelings for her has resurfaced since they left. Sokka was grieving, of course, and didn’t want to dump his feeling into Y/N in fear of her not taking him seriously. But Yue’s words stuck with him, and he truly wasn’t going to be afraid of opening himself back up for love.

Weeks passed, and he was growing closer to her every night they camped out. Katara picked up on his feelings, and didn’t hesitate to tell Aang.

The first night he kissed her was under the stars. The two teenagers were stargazing, Y/N telling Sokka everything she knew about each constellation in the sky.

She turned her face to find he wasn’t looking at the sky with her, but rather studying her profile. Before she knew it, he surged forward and pressed his lips to hers. Y/N barely hesitated before kissing him back.

“You will be my always forever.”

A whisper, a promise in the wind. And he meant it.

~.•*✰

a/n: god this request is literally five years old I’m so sorry anon I really tried my hardest. I love this tho lol hope y’all enjoyed

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Animal (12)

Chadwick Boseman X Original Female Character “Sianna”

Chapter Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot

Word Count: 4.7K

Note: I know 2 months overdue, I’m sorry. I hope you guys enjoy this. By the way, Tumblr is on the BS and flagged the first post of this because my moodboard had a portrayal of backshots. LMFAO!!!! So 2nd try and no moodboard. Also, I apologize if the spacing is off, I worked really hard going through trying to make the spacing stick. Again, Tumblr is on that BS.

As always thank you for reading, I appreciate you!

**Loosely edited/Proofread***

Thank you guys for reading!!!  If you enjoyed this please LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT. ❤️ ❤️

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-Sianna-

“I have no excuse for my actions, and I won’t make any, I just need you to forgive me.”

“I was a major asshole, Sianna. I’m sorry.”

“You lied, you’re still pregnant.”

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through these last weeks thinking that I was the reason you aborted the baby, I was at fault for my own child being–, how could do that?”

“Here I thought that there was something between us, something from Jamaica that traveled to Barbados, something that wouldn’t let either of us go. Then, these last few weeks I was depressing over the fact that I’d screwed up so bad that I lost you without giving this a real chance to be something and here you are.”

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His words flashed through your head as did the memory of last night. They occupied your brain so much you barely slept, and you were feeling the consequences of lack of sleep. You stretched your back for the tenth time this morning as you walked around your office. You walked to the window and gazed out, not looking at one thing in particular. Suddenly your mother’s old ass passed along from ancestor to ancestor cautionary words popped into your head.

What a twisted web we weave when we practice to deceive.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. She must have said them to you countless times since you were a child. When you lied and then were caught, she said them, when she heard some gossip about the neighbor or one of the other kids she’d say them, when your father got on her nerves every once in a while she’d say them. You could hear her voice as if she were standing right next to you.

You didn’t plan to weave any web, and you certainly didn’t plan to deceive anyone. Okay yes, you wanted to keep the truth from Chad but only for a little while. You were furious when you said the words at the lake. You saw red with all the accusations and slander; you could barely help yourself. Once you’d calmed down some, you regretted it—only slightly though. In hindsight, you could see how Chad would have felt given the limited information.

You groaned again. How were you supposed to know he even gave a damn about he baby?

“Shit.”

You put your hand on your stomach. He still thought it was just one baby instead of two. Your stomach filled with butterflies at telling him.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through these last weeks thinking that I was the reason you aborted the baby, I was at fault for my own child being–.”

“He gives a damn Sianna,” you said to yourself.

You bit your bottom lip still hearing his voice echo through your head.

Or he gave a damn. The look on his face when he saw Chino and the flowers spoke volumes. He was hurt, angry, jealous, and sad even.

“Oh god, Chino.”

You gripped your head and shook it. You knew he had feelings for you. You knew he wanted more than you gave him. He tried to keep his hands respectful at all times, tried to go as slow as you wanted, but it was clear to you how he felt. You felt bad. Part of you–a really huge part was still pining after Chadwick.

“You shouldn’t have used him as a distraction, Sianna,” you said to yourself.

You knew it while you were doing it. If you start something messy, it will end messy, but it wasn’t all a distraction. You were beginning to like Chino. He was a good guy, and he treated you well. You felt fluttering in your stomach, and you paused, trying to decipher if those were kicks. It felt similar to butterfly wings tapping against your skin, but a little more forceful. You felt the sensation again, and a smile spread across your face. You slowly rubbed your expanding belly adoringly. To think you were going to terminate not too long ago.

Your mind went back to Chadwick. You had his children growing inside you. Two brand new lives that didn’t choose the current situation. Two innocent souls that deserved your best—his too. You took a deep breath and decided to put on your big girl panties. You walked over to your desk and opened the top drawer. You riffled through the papers for the card he’d sent weeks ago after he realized who you were. You found the white card and stared at the note again. 

“I’ve been thinking about you and would love to see you. Call me, please; 213-399-2811. Can’t wait to hear from you.”

You smiled, remembering the day you got the flowers and the note. You didn’t call him, one because you were convinced he was screwing your arch nemesis and two you knew if you did you’d end up sleeping with him again. You proved yourself right on several occasions after. You took up your cell and began tapping the numbers in. Once you had the numbers entered your finger hovered over the “call” button. You stared at it and went over the possibilities.

He might not answer; it’s a random number. He might hang up on you once he heard your voice. He might yell and call you all the names in the book—again. He might be happy. You rolled your eyes at the last one because it was unlikely because of how he acted the night before. You were probably enemy number one for him. You sighed and tapped the “call” button. You waited as it rang four times before it went to voicemail. You expected as much. You debated if you should leave a message. What would you say? “Sorry about last night, you weren’t supposed to find out yet, but yeah I’m pregnant, it’s twins.” You shook your head, and the voicemail tone brought you back. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You quickly hung up and slapped yourself in the forehead with the phone.

“You’re an idiot Sianna.”

“Sianna?” You looked up and saw your assistant standing there.

“Yes.” She looked over you and stopped at your stomach. You scoffed.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, I am.”

Her face spread in the fullest, happiest smile you’d ever seen. She rushed to you and hugged you.

“Oh my god, that’s great. Congratulation.”

“It is? Thank you.”

“Yes, babies are blessings, and yours is going to be beautiful.”

You smiled. She was always good for this, making you smile with her sweetness.

“How far along?”

“Uh, fiveish or so months,” you responded.

“I’m so happy for you.”

You nodded and smiled also; you couldn’t help it, her happiness was infectious.

“Eh-em, let’s get down to business,” you said, walking to your seat.

She began giving you the highlights of the last few days, relaying messages. After your meeting was finished, you began to walk the floor. You had to oversee the shipping to the department stores, and you refused to leave it up to anyone else. Your father always said if you want a job done well, you do it yourself; only you know your level of standard. So that’s what you did, you spent hours prepping the orders for the stores. You double and triple checked that the quantity was correct and that each piece of clothing was in its best shape which meant no hanging thread, not one hole, you were very anal about it.

By the time you had a moment to yourself, it was well past lunch. You sat in your office with the door closed, and blinds closed leaning back fully in your reclinable office chair. You took the time to enjoy the silence then your mind went to Chadwick again. You took up your phone and dialed the number again. It rang three times before someone that didn’t sound like him answered.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hello?”

“Yeah, how can I help?”

“Who’s this?”

“This is Tye. Who’s this?”

“Uh, well; why are you answering Chadwick’s phone?”

“I’m his agent. Who are you?”

“Um, my name is Sianna. I was hoping to talk to him.”

“Unfortunately Chadwick is tied up at the moment. He’s doing a photo shoot. I will have him call you back. Is this about business? If so, you should be talking to me.”

“No, not business. It’s personal.”

Tye didn’t speak for a few moments.

“Okay. I’ll have him return your call.”

He hung up after that. You looked at your phone, finding it strange. You shrugged it off. You closed your eyes and sunk back into the comfort of the chair. You felt a dull throb at your tailbone and arched your back trying to stretch it out. From what you read, this pain would get worse as your pregnancy went on. You read those carrying multiples felt it more. You groaned and quickly drifted to sleep.

The rest of the day went by in a whirl and a haze. It was a busy one spent prepping all the distribution orders; in total you had over two hundred orders that went out. The rest of the week, you had to send out the same number if you would meet your self imposed deadline of fourteen hundred. While it was a busy day, you took note that there were no calls from Chadwick or Chino.

When you made it home, you decided to push all man worries to the side. Hell, you weren’t sure either of them was worth the stress or the headache. You climbed in a bath and allowed the sea salts, oils, and flower petals to work their magic on your muscles and skin. Again as if you hadn’t slept all day, you drifted to sleep. When you woke up, the fragrant water was cold, and the candles you’d laid around the bathroom were burned out. You climbed out of the water and wrapped in your favorite robe.

You passed a clock and saw it was almost one in the morning. You were tempted to forgo your nighttime routine and just topple in the bed and fall back to sleep but knew your hair would hate you and in the morning your skin would be as thirsty as the cement on a scorching summer day. So you fought off the exhaustion and lotioned your skin with the blend of Shea, and mango butter concoction you made. You didn’t trust your skin to just any skincare company. From when you learned to make products you’d been doing it. You smelled the jar and moaned as the lavender, rosehip, Orange blossom, and lemon aromas hit your nose. You took the time to lotion every inch of your skin, especially your stomach. While you had a few across your backside, you didn’t anywhere else, but you’d also read of stretch marks pregnant women got, and you were not looking forward to them.

Once you finished, you lied in bed ready to fall into the deepest sleep of your life but your phone rang. You groaned remembering you’d left it in the living room.

“Who the fuck is calling at one in the morning?”

You debated if you really needed to answer it, after a quick back and forth with your work ethic you stifled it and closed your eyes. You were tired. The ringing stopped, and all was quiet again until a few moments later it began ringing again. You groaned again, angrily flung the covers to the side, and climbed out the bed. As you walked to the living room, your bitch face was painted on. You grabbed the phone and answered without looking at the ID.

“What!?”

Silence. You kissed your teeth, reaching a new level of annoyance.

“Jesus Christ!” You pinched your nose bridge trying to soothe the annoyance a little.

“Sianna?” Chadwick said. You opened your eyes, shock filling you.

“Hello? Sianna? Are you there?”

“Ehm, yes, I’m here.”

Silence.

You chewed your bottom lip, your nerves taking over. You could practically hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“I heard from Tye you called,” Chadwick said.

“Yes, yes, I did way earlier.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Silence, this one wasn’t as long though before he began speaking again.

Actually, you know what I’m not sorry. It’s just I wasn’t going to call you back—at all. I was just going to—ignore the message. Then I thought you’re pregnant and something could be wrong, or you needed my help with something and I—I couldn’t not—call you back,” he explained

You sighed and tried not to take offense. He was only calling you back because he thought you were hurt. You dropped into your couch, feeling disappointed and hurt.

“So are you okay? Are you hurt? Is the baby okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I’m not hurt, everything is fine,” you answered.

“Okay, so good. I’m gonna–,” he trailed off.

“Chad wait–,”

He sighed out, and you could hear his impatience.

“For what Sianna?”

“So we can talk. I called so we can talk.”

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about unless it’s about that baby you’re carrying. Wait, I can’t keep up today, do you still have a baby in there?”

“Of course there is—,”

You sighed and rubbed your forehead.

“You’re right; we have a lot to talk about regarding this pregnancy. Right now I’m too exhausted to think or control my smart mouth so right now will not work. Tomorrow.”

Silence. You were getting tired of his silence. After a few moments almost a minute he sighed again.

“Fine. Where? The park, same spot?”

Your head instantly flew back to your rendezvous in the park next to the lake. The hairs on your arms immediately stood up, remembering how he touched you, kissed you, pleased you. Before you could stop it, a groan escaped your lips.

Silence.

“How about the pier, Santa Monica,” you suggested.

“Santa Monica?”

“It’s out of the heart of LA and private, I’m sure paparazzi is a problem for you,” you explained.

You bite your bottom lip waiting for him to answer, hoping he said yes.

“Fine. What time?”

“Not early please lately I can barely keep my eyes open. Noon?”

“Fine. Good night.”

With that, Chadwick hung up. You pulled the phone from your ear and looked at it. while part of you felt he was being unfair, the other part of you felt like he was treating you justly. You did lie to him about the pregnancy, technically two times. You were found with another man coming to your home at a time that spoke of intimacy. Yes, he didn’t own you, and you didn’t owe him shit, you could admit it looked suspicious. You sighed again and made your way back to your bedroom to attempt to fall into that deep sleep you needed.

**********

-Santa Monica-

The drive to the pier was almost as stressful as the drive to the park to tell him you were pregnant. For this trip, he already knew. This trip was to tell him you were pregnant with twins and to apologize for lying about the abortion — nothing else.

As you pulled into the pier parking lot, you stared yourself in the eye in the rearview mirror.

“Nothing else Sianna, nothing else!”

You parked and got out of your car. You walked to the pier, and it felt like you were walking to the marching squad. You looked around and noted it was wide open. There was no way you were going to have sex with him. You breathed a breath of relief before you saw him. He stood all the way at the bottom of the pier looking out to the horizon. God, he looked good, you thought. Your eyes raked over his figure and took new appreciation for how God crafted the black man. His frame looked built for protecting, built to withstand any obstacle thrown his way; he looked as if God kept in mind firmness and strength when he created him. As your eyes dropped to his backside, you sunk your top teeth into your bottom lip. It was sinful the reaction you had to this man.

“It’s hormones, that’s it,” you whispered to yourself knowing you were full of shit. It had always been this way since you laid eyes on him in Jamaica.

As if sensing you approaching, he turned and watched you close the distance between you. You noted the hard expression on his face and the coldness in his eyes. That was new, you thought to yourself before coming to a stop before him. Neither of you spoke, you just stared at each other. After nearly a minute, Chadwick looked down to his feet.

“So?”

You cleared your throat and walked closer to the railing and leaned on it. You looked out over the vast ocean and took a deep breath. You felt calmer and waited a few more minutes, hoping your courage would build. When you didn’t speak, you heard Chadwick release an exasperated breath.

“Sianna—,”

“I’m sorry. I am really sorry,” you blurted out. He looked at you then back to the ocean, but you saw the clench in his jaw.

“Sorry, huh. Sorry for what?”

“You know for what.”

“I don’t. It seems you’ve done several things that would warrant an apology — for starters thinking the worst of me from seeing me at your fashion show, assuming and pretty much calling me a liar just because of my associations. Waiting weeks, nearly months before telling me you were pregnant despite seeing me several times and having several chances. Lying to me about having an abortion. Keeping the fact you remained pregnant from me for weeks. Jesus, does that about sum it up?”

You stood there wanting to object to everything he said but you couldn’t because he was right. You did do all of those things. The one thing he didn’t mention was you dating Chino; you wondered if he didn’t really care about that or if he intentionally kept it off the list. You looked at him.

“You’ve been lying since damn near the minute we met,” Chadwick accused.

“I have not. The only lies I told were about the pregnancy, that’s it. Everything else was real.”

He looked at you and kept eye contact with you; he looked as if he were scanning your eyes for any sign of a lie. He wouldn’t find one because you were being gut-wrenchingly honest.

“Jamaica was real, Barbados was real, the club, the park—it was all real Chad.”

He sniffed, looked away, and rested his elbows on the railing, and stared out to the ocean. Several more moments passed in silence.

“You’re right though, I have lied about a lot of things about the pregnancy, and I am truly sorry for that.”

“Why did you lie?”

“I was terrified Chad, like seriously terrified. I went on vacation to kick back before the storm, and you happened. I come back and bam I’m pregnant. I didn’t expect it, plan it, or want it. I was scared for so many reasons I can’t even begin to explain. I didn’t know what I wanted to do or what I was supposed to do. Then I was so furious at you for the things you said to me, and how you acted, I was hurt, and I saw red, and before I knew it, I’d said it.”

You didn’t dare look at him; you kept your eyes glued to the water and tried to allow the swaying of the waves to calm your rising anxieties. He didn’t speak, but you felt his eyes on you.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sianna. I wasn’t thinking at all. I’m ashamed of the way I acted, the things I said–,” Chadwick trailed off, lowering his head in shame.

“I was not raised to be that man, and I’m sorry.”

You looked at him and held his gaze. You saw the sincerity in his words and knew he meant the apology. Standing beside him, you felt your body’s want to get closer to him. You felt the need your body still had for him, and while it was tempting to give in to the need, you knew you shouldn’t. You bit your bottom lip and watched as his eyes dropped to your mouth. His expression changed to one you recognized, one you were familiar with because you spent an entire night with that expression. After a few moments, Chadwick cleared his throat and stepped back, creating more space between your bodies. You tried not to feel anything about it, but the hint of rejection was unrelenting. In an effort to break free from it, you cleared your throat and looked back to the ocean.

“So um, do you need a DNA test?”

He sighed out but didn’t hesitate.

“No.”

You looked at him and studied the side of his face.

“Why not? A few weeks ago you brought it up—,”

“I know it’s mine. I don’t need to test it to be certain.”

You were impressed and kind of touched. You expected him to be gung-ho about a DNA test, so this was unexpected. You nodded and looked back to the water and allowed an anxious silence to fall between you again. You wondered what he was thinking and why he was so quiet. No doubt he had a lot going on in his head but so did you. There was so much to say, so much to figure out.

“Ah, before you keep saying “it,” there is one more thing,” you began.

Chadwick looked at you with a confused expression ten turned his body to face you fully. You took a deep breath and turned to him as well. His eyes dropped to your stomach, and he stared at it.

“There are two babies, twins.”

His face slowly sparked with emotion, first shock then horror and back to shock before he finished off with a look that placed a small smile on his lips. He looked to your face then back to your stomach and back and forth several times.

“Tw—twins? You’re sure?”

“Oh yeah very sure, doctor and ultrasound confirmed.”

“Wow. Are you—are they?”

“Yes, we’re all fine.”

“Do you know the sex?”

You shook your head.

“Not yet, hasn’t been the time yet.”

He nodded and looked shocked again. You knew it was a lot to wrap your head around. You’d gone through these emotions before.

“Wow, I can’t believe any of this. A few months ago my biggest concern was trying not to be typecasted after Black Panther, and now there’s this.”

You looked down and felt as if you were burdening him.

“Look, I don’t mean for this to be a burden to you. That is the last thing I want. I don’t want you to feel as if you’re obligated to do anything concerning these babies or me. I just—you had a right to know.”

He looked at you with a blank expression then looked back out to sea.

“Are you saying that you don’t want me involved? You don’t want me to be a part of their lives?”

The fact that he said “their” lives and not “your” life was not lost on you. You heard it and although it hurt a little you understood. You didn’t know anything about each other except the frivolous stuff, and you’d lied to him for the last five weeks at least. You got it.

“I’m saying that I don’t need you to be if you would rather not be. I a good life, a good career, I make good money, I have amazing friends and family and I can more than take care of them on my own. I don’t need anything from you that you wish not to give. So, it boils down to the decision being yours,” you explained trying to tiptoe on the eggshells you felt this conversation to be.

“Thank you for telling me all about what you don’t need. What do you want? Do you want me involved or not?”

Damn, checkmate. You didn’t know, and that was the honest to god truth. You didn’t know if you wanted him anywhere near this pregnancy or the babies’ lives. Now that may make you a bitch or a horrible person, but that was where you were. As if he sensed your answer, he looked down and nodded again.

“I don’t know. I’m just getting used to the idea of the pregnancy as a whole and what the next eighteen to twenty years of my life are going to look like. I just haven’t thought about anything else.”

He fell silent again. You thought you’d offended him and upset the mellowness of this meet and regretted opening your mouth.

“What do you want?”

You were afraid to hear his answer. It could have been anything, he could say take you to court for custody, or never see your face again. You didn’t know which response made you more nervous. You couldn’t believe life was throwing you this massive curveball for nothing. There had to be a reason, a purpose for all of this.

“I don’t know. This is sudden. A few weeks ago, it tore me up that you’d gotten an abortion, straight made me sick to my stomach that I was the reason I’d never meet my own flesh and blood and I was upset with myself. I really was. But you’re still pregnant, and the possibility is there, and it’s terrifying. Yeah, I wanted a family in life at some point. I wanted to be more established and settled and secure than I currently am, but I guess life had other plans. So being faced with it now there’s so much,” he finished.

Again, you understood completely. There was no way he could answer anything with all this information being so fresh.

“Seems like we both have a lot of thinking to do.”

You nodded.

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

“Thank you for apologizing.”

“Thank you for not kicking me in the nuts; I may have deserved it.”

You smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, that and so much more.”

Chadwick snorted, and you smiled and looked at him just at the same time he looked at you. You both stared at each other for several long moments, and you felt the same way you did in Jamaica that first night you saw him. The night that started everything. You wondered if he was thinking about the same thing you were. Was he reminiscing about the first time he saw you, touched you, felt your body on his, kissed you? Was he daydreaming about the night these babies were most likely conceived? He bit his bottom lip, and your attention went right to them. It had been so long since you’d tasted his lips. So long since you’d smelled the unique scent your bodies created together. How was it possible to want one man this much you asked yourself? How was it possible to be so angry and hurt by someone but also want to be near them, be with them? It was infuriating. Chadwick looked away and cleared his throat loudly.

“I have to make it back to LA.”

You nodded and stepped back. You hadn’t even realized your body drifted closer to his like a magnet attracting you.

“Yeah, so I’ll uh keep in touch about things,” you announced.

“Thank you.”

“And don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me,” you cornily joked as you rubbed your burgeoning belly. As soon as the words escaped you, you groaned.

“Wow, that was horrible,” you whispered.

“Nah, not horrible. Corny, but not horrible,” he teased. You smiled and probably blushed. You then began walking down the boardwalk with Chadwick instep with you.

You smiled to yourself and tried to not feel like a schoolgirl. Once you made it to the parking lot, Chadwick pointed to the right, and you pointed to the left. He followed you to the car and opened your door for you. This was the man you remembered. You slid in the driver’s seat and grunted. He shut the door and smiled at you again before he waved and walked to his car. As you watched him go, you breathed out.

“Platonic Sianna, platonic.”

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