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sturncrazy · 9 months ago

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SECRET KINK

Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem!)

(anyone else = green)

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!NSFW 18+

this is from a request for a breeding kink soooo!! hope u enjoyyyy🫶🫶

(breeding kink…obvi, no protection, pet names, praise, lang, and light mentions of drinking at beginning)

authors note: GUYS!!! sorry it’s been a fucking MINUTE!!! schools been whopping my ass but i’m back babyyyyyy!! and to the baddie that sent in a request lemme say girl don’t apologize for being into the breeding kink stuff cause i think it’s hot too🫶💋

word count: 3,112

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“here❤️” you texted chris,

pulling your car into the driveway.

“doors open❤️ the boys are still here, dw they’ll head out in a bit”

“nw! i wanna say hi” you checked your makeup in your mirror. you and chris had been dating for almost a year and you spent a chunk of the week sleeping at each others houses. chris had been having a “boys night” with his brothers and their friend, and you could hear their voices shouting over video games as you walked in the door.

“hi boys!” you said entering the living room. you were received with a serises of enthusiastic grins, but none of them seemed able to budge from their game. you walked up to chris and gave him a kiss on top of his head.

“hi beautiful” he grinned at you briefly

“hi hon—ooh! can i have one?” you asked, glancing at the table full of beer cans.

“yeah of course! help yourself” chris said, returning his focus back to the game.

“oh man fuck you” said nate, throwing down his controller in defeat. you chuckled and snagged yourself a can out of the fridge. nate fussed around the coffee table, already bored.

“what’s this” he said, holding up a card game box.

“some shit we got as PR, but it’s a drinking game i think? don’t know, we can’t exactly post about it” chris said, momentarily glancing up from his video game. nate unwrapped it and flipped through the deck.

“damn these are crazy” he said, his eyes going wide.

“really?” matt said, clearly uninterested.

“yeah like, just straight up asks your body count or take a shot”

“ooooo how improper” you mocked. nate gave you the finger, kiddingly.

“read me one. i’ll be the judge of how fun the game actually is” the video game was becoming increasingly boring to watch

“okay, tough guy” nate said, skimming for a better card. his eyebrows raised, apparently landing on one

“what’s the craziest kink you have? drink half your drink if you don’t answer” you sucked in your lips, and raised your can to your mouth.

“oooooo” nick chimed in

“bet chris already knows that one” nate said, slapping chris on the shoulder. chris laughed, his tongue folding over the front of his top teeth forming a cocky expression.

“nuh uh, you couldn’t waterboard that shit out of me” you snorted. chris shot you a curious look.

“weird game, probably meant for horny high schoolers” you quickly tried to end the conversation and settled down on the couch next to chris, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and your fingers into his hair. he smiled up at you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, which resulted in him getting killed off in the game.

“aw shit” he muttered

“sorry babe” you chuckled

“YES! FUCK YEAH! I WIN!” nick yelled moments later, while matt chucked his remote half across the room.

“who’s playing me again?” nick asked, eager for another victory.

“not me man, i gotta get home and get some sleep” nate stretched.

“i can give you a ride” matt said, reaching for his car keys

“sweet. alright, bye brotha” nate said, pulling chris in for a half hug

“bye, y/n” he continued, tussling the top of your hair in a familial way.

“night, nate!” you laughed out as he and matt headed for the door.

“wanna get to bed soon? i’m pretty wiped out” you said turning to chris

“yeah sure thing. i just need to shower” he smiled up at you.

“let’s head downstairs” he patted your leg, urging you to stand up and took your hand, leading you to his room in the basement.

“night nick!” you shouted out

“uh huh” he half answered, clearly engulfed in another game. you followed chris and padded down the steps to the lower level. chris had claimed this floor his and had done a nice job with it, particularly since you helped. it was cozy and felt secluded. plus, the privacy of being two floors from where his brothers slept was an added bonus. you flopped onto chris’s bed and reached for the tv remote.

“cool if i take a shower now?” he asked, you nodded

“okay…better not be asleep when i get out” while chris was in the shower you snagged one of his old t shirts and tossed it on as a nightshirt. your eyelids were just growing heavy, when you heard his bathroom door pop open. chris walked out in plaid pj pants, shirtless, rubbing a towel against his damp hair. he looked effortlessly hot—enough to wake you back up. he gave you a smile

“i love seeing you in my clothes” you continued to stare dumbly at his body, you’d never get over the sight of him.

“you fallin asleep?”

“well now i’m up” you said dramatically giving him a once over, eyes wide.

“little freak” he mumbled, bending over you to give you a kiss.

“dick” you teased, shoving him playfully. he crashed down on the bed next to you. you moved your head to his bare chest. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close, before speaking against the top of your hair

“hey speaking of you being a freak”

“oh?” you laughed shooting him a look.

“was nate right that i’d know your answer in that game?”

“well…” you struggled for words a moment too long, chris caught on and pulled back to look you in the eyes. his mouth ajar in a shocked smile

“WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?! cmon y/n you have to tell me”

“what?? no way! nope!” you shook your head vigorously

“what? that’s so not fair. why not?”

“cause…i dunno it’s embarrassing. nuh uh” you felt your face begin to flush.

“we’ve had sex like a million times. and you’re telling me THIS is embarrassing?!”

“okay well that stuff is different”

“what stuff”

“like…fantasy…y’know?”

“oh so you’ve had FANTASIES you’re hiding from me” nothing you were saying was deteriorating chris’s curiosity.

“well no not fantasies but like stuff i’d never ACTUALLY do”

“you’re killing me here please TELL ME”

“NO!” you dragged the word out and rolled into a ball away from him, laughing. chris clamored on top of you and rolled you onto your back, pinning your arms down on either side of your head forcing you to look at him

“tell me right now i swear to god” he said smiling down at you, his still wet hair brushing against his eyes. you hated to admit the way he was holding you down was already turning you on.

“you’re gonna think i’m weirddd” you whined

“no i WONT! i promise” he let go of one wrist and offered you his pinky. you locked yours with him and widened your eyes

“you SWEAR you won’t judge me”

“cross my heart hope to die”

“you’re an idiot”

“just TELL ME”

“OKAY OKAY” you pushed him off you and sat up, facing him.

“but just to be clear, i’m not saying we’d ever like do it. i’m totally happy never doing this it’s just like a weird thing—“

“ehhhh whatever enough spit it out” chris said cutting you off. you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior and took a deep breath in.

“okay fine. i guess i’ve always kinda had a breeding kink?” you winced at your own confession. chris raised an eyebrow

“i mean i’ve never done anything to act on it, but like the idea of it is just hot to me…i know it’s weird”

“so is it just the idea of like not pulling out?” his tone was impossible to read and you felt your palms begin a nervous sweat, what if this freaked him out?

“no-well i mean— that’s a part of it yeah—but not just that, y’know?” chris nodded, taking in what you’re saying.

“but you’re on birth control right? like nothing would actually…?” he raised his hand, in gesture to what he meant.

“oh no, i guess it’s sorta more a role play thing? it’s not that i actually’d wanna get pregnant, just more the idea of pretending like that—i—it’s weird i know—sorry—“

“i don’t think so” he cut you off, shaking his head. you froze slightly

“you don’t?” he gave you a small smirk

“no, i get” you felt your heart beat heavily against your chest. he studied your face for a moment, the silence in the room drowned out by the obvious tension, before he suddenly broke out of it.

“so, what are we watching?” he asked lightly, lying back with his an arm behind his head and facing the tv. you felt a small wave of disappointment at the sudden shift, but went with it.

“oh i dunno, nothing looks great” you sighed, lying back down onto chris’s chest. he mumbled a response into the top of your head, his free hand softly brushing up and down your arm. you picked back up the remote and continued to flip through the screen. you landed on an old comfort show and before you knew it the conversation seemed like ancient history. chris eventually moved his arm from yours to around your waist. you raised a leg over his. your eyes flitted down to his fingertips where he was playing with the hem of his shirt you were wearing. he mustve noticed because he began to pull the fabric up higher, exposing even more of your barely covered lower half. you looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“what?” he chuckled

“whatcha doing there christopher”

“nothing” he mused, watching his own hands fumble with the shirt, the occasional bump of his cold fingertips against your skin sending little jolts through your body

“y’just look so sexy like this” he mumbled

“oh yeah?” his hands now lightly grazing your bare hip bone, the angle of your body being the only thing keeping you from behind entirely exposed.

“mhm. gets me all worked up”

“how worked up” you said in a innocent tone, looking up at him with doe eyes before sliding the hand your had from his stomach to his crotch. his eyes screwed shut and he let out a small hiss as your palm reached his already stiff clothed length. you scoffed lightly.

“hard for me already, huh?” you began to rub your hand against him, adding some pressure. chris squirmed under your touch, a faint groan escaping him. he nodded.

“aww poor thing. want me to help you out?” you said in a sweetly, palming his dick harder. he nodded his head, again, vigorously. you removed your hand to spit on it and he watched you wide eyed. you bit your lip in a smile, loving getting to see his face contort in desperation as you moved your hand down the waistband of his pjs. you wrapped your grip around his hard cock, it twitched against your touch and he let out an unsteady breath. you kept your eyes on him as you began to pump your hand up and down his length, watching him let out small moans and grasp at the sheets nearby.

“oh—fuck—“ chris sighed out. throwing his head back, his eyes rolling back into the sockets. his obvious enjoyment only made you want to hear more. you began to leave wet open mouthed kisses on his chest and moved down, slowly. his stomach flexed against each kiss and he whined against your teasing. you reached his waistband and looked up at him. he lifted his hips, allowing you to discard the pjs. his throbbing cock, still slick with your spit, slapped against his stomach. you returned your hand to wrap around the base of it and brought your lips to leave a sloppy kiss on its flushed tip. he shuddered before you began to lower down, sinking his dick into your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, a trail of spit leaving your mouth. chris’s groans and curses filled the room in harmony with your occasional gags against his length. you felt one of his large hands reach for the back of your head. you tried to prepare yourself for him to push you further down, fucking your throat as he often liked to, but we’re surprised when he yanked your hair back, pulling you off of him. you looked up at him in confusion. he smirked and reached for your waist to bring you closer to him

“can’t cum yet baby” he lifted you onto his lap, his lips brushing yours

“don’t wanna waste any of it” he rasped against your mouth

“wha—“ you tried to question, as he wrapped an arm around your waist and tossed you onto your back. he pinned you, wrists by your head, and leaned down

“you heard me” he said cockily, before beginning to kiss you. you almost managed to fight for more answers, but chris began to grind his exposed rock hard dick up against your pussy and your mind went blank.

“oh—god—“ you moaned dumbly, raising your hips higher to meet his motion. his cock began to run up and down against your slick bare folds, brushing your clit repeatedly.

“such a good girl—so wet for me” he breathed out, the tip of his dick just barely adding pressure against your throbbing entrance. you heaved and thrashed underneath him. he kept your arms pinned and savored watching you become even more desperate.

“chris—please—“

he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, and slide his hands to lock into yours.

“you ready baby?” he rasped out, letting go of your hands. you nodded and moaned against him.

“good” he said with a kiss before beginning to slide himself deep into your core. you let out a whimper as the tip of his dick pressed up against your most sensitive spot. a groan tumbled from chris’s lips and his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your walls fully tightening around him.

“god you feel so good, baby” he mumbled, before pulling back out of you almost fully

“please—fuck me, chris—“ you almost cried out, your pussy aching for more.

“—i need it so bad”

“yeah? you need my dick, honey?” he said sweetly, smirking down at you. you whined again and nodded as he thrusted deep into you again.

“oh god—yes—“ your fingernails reached to latch themselves deep into the flesh of his shoulders as he began to find a steady slow rhythm in and out and in and out of your squelching wet core. Chris’s eyes scanned your face and body lying beneath him as he fucked into you. they landed on your stomach and he licked his lips at the sight.

“fuck—look—can see me inside you—“

sure enough, his hard length created a bulge against your stomach with each thrust deep into you. Chris lowered a hand to press against it. you bit your lip and sighed out, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin and bit your earlobe lightly.

“can’t wait to fuck a baby into you” he hoarsely whispered

“what—“ you half moan out, still too consumed with pleasure to think straight

“you heard me, sweetheart—gonna fill you up and stuff your little pussy—you’ll look so pretty all full of my cum”

your stomach twisted and your heart raced. you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornographic moan at chris’s words.

“you want me to give you a baby? huh, princess?”

“fuck yes—-please—“ you said, desperately. chris continues to slam into you, perfectly hitting where you needed him most. he gave you a passionate kiss before saying against your lips

“you gonna take every drop of my load, right?“

“yes chris—i promise—“

“such a good girl”

“don’t fucking stop—fuck—“

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give your pussy all the cum it deserves” he started to pick up the pace of his even plunges into you and the sound of your skin slapping against his began to echo in the room.

“gonna get you all big and fat and pregnant. well make the prettiest baby in the world”

“oh god—feels so fucking good—“ you whimper

“you ready, baby? want my cum in you now?” chris groaned, breathlessly. you felt your walls tighten around him as the familiar knot in your stomach started to form.

“yes—-please—fuck chris fill me with your cum—“ his dick twitched inside you at your words

“you’re gonna make such a perfect mommy—you’re doing so good for me gorgeous—just keep taking me just like that—”

the knot in your stomach begins to reach its last moments

“Chris—fuck—I’m gonna cum—“ you cry out

“good girl—cum all over my cock, sweetheart—“ Chris huffed out, coaxing you to release. your hearing begins to buzz as you feel yourself come undone. Chris continues to fuck you through your high as his motions begin to get more sloppy, the clenching of your walls bringing him closer to cumming.

“Ohhh—oh shit baby—“ he began to whine

“mmm that’s it—cum in me, chris—put your baby in me” you sigh out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you start to regain your senses

“ohh—nggh—i’m cumming—fuck, baby—-here it comes—“ chris pants as he roughly thrusts into you, his thighs and upper arms shaking slightly.

“OHHHH—“ his brow furrows as his release takes over. he lets out a loud moan as he haults, his cock buried all the way inside you. he shoots hot, thick, strands of his cum deep inside your walls, and then collapses against your body. the two of you try to regain your breath. chris lifts himself back up to look down at you and gives you a kiss, still buried inside you. you smile against his lips.

“how was that” he breathed out

“fucking perfect” you giggled

“yeah? i think so too” he chuckled, giving you a peck before lifting himself higher off you to pull out of you. he removed himself, gently trying to be aware of your sensitivity. you whined at the loss a little. he sits back and stares between your legs where your entrances still pulsates slightly, his cum leaking out. his jaw went slack

“what?” you giggled again, feeling a little embarrassed

“i could get used to seeing that” he said, not pulling his eyes away

“chrissss” you whine, attempting to shut your legs. he stops you with his arms

“nuh uh” he says before taking two of his fingers up to collect his cum and shoving them back inside you. you let out a sharp moan at the sudden feeling. he leans back over you with a smirk

“can’t waste any” he said, giving you yet another kiss

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hope u guys like this one

ITS GOOD TO BE BACK!!!!

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caileeflavoured · 1 month ago

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love lust

bjorn x cousin!reader

synopsis: Being forced to sleep on the floor with the rest of the crew sleepover-style, you'd think there's no way to get fucked by your cousin. Not when your brother's right next to you. But Bjorn's determined to get another taste.

a/n: HAPPY ALIEN: ROMULUS DIGITAL RELEASE DAY!!! and what better way to celebrate than with another cousincest fic, am I right?

warnings: 18+, SMUT, pure cousincest filth, exhibitionism, no protection (bad, kids, don't do it), can be read on its own, but technically is a part two to 'love crime'

wc: 1.8k

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The floor of the trailer was freezing, just like the air around you. All six of you forced to huddle together on the ground trying not to go into cold shock, lying next to each other like sardines in a tin can.

You found yourself cosied up to your brother, with Rain and Andy right on your other side, albeit with a bit more distance. Everyone had already fallen into a deep slumber, you were the only one left awake, tossing and turning as his presence bore into your mind like a splinter stuck in your sole.

The memories of his hands exploring your body, his lips sucking on your sweaty skin, his every touch sending shooting sensations right to your throbbing core left you even more unable to find sleep. And knowing that what he was doing to you, his little cousin, was wrong, that he shouldn’t be this close you — inside you —, that under no circumstances your brother was to find out, left you wanting for more.

The soft snores from everyone around you almost covered the shuffling noises he made as he got up from his camping mat, silently making his way over to you. You only noticed him as you felt him against your ass, his hard cock rubbing against you, already searching for some relief.

“Shhh,” he whispered into your ear, his fingers lazily covering your mouth, almost pushing in even. You didn’t dare make any sound, your eyes immediately fixed on your brother’s back, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“Gonna be a good girl for me and be quiet, eh?” His hot breath collided with the shell of your ear as his hand moved from your mouth down to your hips, quickly disappearing into the warmth of your bottoms. Your body had a mind of its own as you reacted to his touch, your ass pushing back against his cock as his slender fingers brushed against your clit momentarily.

“Got one taste and now ya can’t get enough, can ya?” He whispered in your ear. “My, my, how I’ve ruined my little cousin.”

His hand moved further, dipping into your hot and throbbing cunt, a low ‘fuck’ escaping him. “That bad, eh?” He teased, curling his fingers up against your g-spot. Your hands wrapped around his arm, fingers digging into the flesh, pushing his small metal bracelet into his skin, as you tried not to cry out from the perfect amount of pressure he applied with each new curl of his digits against your walls.

“Thought I’d have to get ya ready for me but… well,” he whispered, his voice rumbling in his chest pressed against your back, making you feel the vibrations of each and any sound he made. “Ya like lookin’ at your brotha while I’m knuckles deep inside ya?”

You couldn’t hold back the whine that fell from your lips at the words of your cousin, the reminder of how awfully wrong and dangerous this moment was. Your hips bucked against his hand as he pressed his palm against your clit, continuing his ministrations and feeling each clench and throb of your little needy cunt.

He rubbed harder, faster, the sound of rustling fabric and squelching juices filling the otherwise silent room, his eyes fixed on his other cousin’s back, a smirk on his lips. Ya little sister likes it dirty, he thought to himself, the idea enough to make him leak more pre-cum.

Pulling his hand out of your underwear, he moved them up to your lips, pushing the digits in. “Taste ya’self,” he ordered, and the feeling of your tongue swirling around his index and middle finger like the starved little slut you were made him bite his lip, trying to stifle the guttural groan that was threatening to escape him.

“Yeah, suck ‘em real clean,” Bjorn said quietly, grinding his hips into your ass repeatedly as he searched for any kind of relief he could get to fight the urge of absolutely pounding into that tight little cunt of his cousin’s just a little longer.

His hand wandered back down your body, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants, forcing them down and off of you, the clothes landing right between you and Tyler. His other hand snaked underneath your neck and down to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tits. His palm brushed against your already hard nipples, the sensation sending shock waves right down to your core.

“What would’ya brotha say if he knew his little sister was lying right next to him, nipples hard and cunt drippin’? Would he be proud o’ ya?” He breathed in your ear, his free hand wandering down your inner thigh before grabbing the back of your leg and pulling it up to your chest. The lack of space turned out to be a bigger problem than either of you anticipated, your knee involuntarily bumping into Tyler’s back, causing him to stir.

Bjorn’s hand immediately moved up to your mouth, pressing down hard on it to keep it shut and you in check. “Not a single sound,” he whispered, watching Tyler’s breathing pattern change momentarily before he moved and turned around.

His heart beat in his throat as he observed his cousin, the thrill of this situation turning him on all the more, his dick painfully swollen and aching for the tightness of your little cunt. He waited to see if Tyler's eyes would open, and when they didn’t he quickly pulled his cock out of his boxers.

Giving himself a few strokes for good measure and lubing himself up with his pre-cum, he finally found the hot wetness of your folds, forcing them apart with his throbbing head as he teased your entrance.

“Want’ya to look at your brotha,” he said, watching you watching Tyler in the almost completely dark room. “Keep looking’ at ya’ brotha while ya cousin fucks this tight little cunt of yours, eh?”

Your cries were muffled by his strong hand on your mouth as you felt him push into you, his other hand tightly gripping your thigh to hold you in place. He pulled back, leaving only the tip inside before snapping his hips against yours again, his eyes switching between yours staying locked on Tyler and your knee still dangerously close to the sleeping frame of your brother.

“Hope ya brotha can get his hands on some birth control fo’ ya ‘cause I ain’t gonna explain how his little virgin sister happened to be all stuffed full of her cousin’s cum,” he grunted as quietly as he could, his breath laboured from the repeated thrusts as he picked up a steady pace.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin disrupted the eerie silence of the small space as he rammed his cock into your pulsing core, forcing your juices out the sides. “Still so fuckin’ tight, eh? But so perfect for your cousin’s cock.”

You felt his hand move away from your mouth and his fingers pressing into the sides of your throat, leaving you feeling lightheaded, yet also entirely unable to keep quiet.

Desperate whines and strangled gasps forced their way out of you from the deepest depths of your throat, with your mouth so close to your brother’s ears you weren’t sure how much longer he would stay asleep, no matter how much of a heavy sleeper he was.

“You want’ya brotha to wake up, eh? Want him to watch’ya get fucked by his cousin? Want to show him so bad that you’re a big girl now, eh?” He asked, the grip on your neck tightening, his breath fanning against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“B-Bjorn,” you cried barely audibly from the way his hand squeezed your vocal cords.

“Might as well call out your brotha’s name if you so desperately want’a have him watch ya.” His thrusts became meaner, his tip hitting against your cervix again and again. “Or are you thinkin’ about havin’ him join?”

You weren’t, but now that Bjorn has put the thought in your head, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if Tyler opened his eyes to look right into his little sister’s fucked-out face. How his eyes would then travel down, seeing his cousin’s hand wrapped around your throat, seeing your hard nipples strain against the fabric of your shirt, and then lastly, seeing your own hand move down to your clit to fuck yourself while his cousin was buried balls-deep inside of you.

The thought shouldn’t have turned you on, just like the feeling of your cousin’s dick stretching you out like your small fingers never could, but it sent you right to the edge, your walls spasming around him and your clit growing more sensitive with each desperately hungry rub of your palm.

“Ya gonna cum right in front of ya brotha? Gonna look right into his face when I fill ya up?” He breathed, his hand still holding onto your thigh, grabbing it even more forcefully now, lifting it to expose your sopping cunt to the darkness of the trailer, his thrusts causing it the room to fill with the wet noises of him milking his cousin’s cunt while the rest of the crew was mere inches away.

The change of angle made his pounds feel even more intense, the pleasure quickly escalating as your breaths became even more ragged, coming out in short, snappy moans; sounds so loud you could see your brother slowly but surely stirring awake.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whispered, not wanting to lose the momentum of being so close to that overwhelming release.

“Fuck, cuz, ya gonna cum? ‘Cause I’m— fuck!” He thrusted into you once, twice, then snapped his hips against your ass one last time, stopping with a grunt that reverberated in your ear and travelled through your body so intensely it tipped you over the edge, too.

You worked yourself through an earth-shattering orgasm as your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop.

“Huh?” Tyler’s voice sliced through the mingled heavy breaths of you and your cousin, and before you could even realise that you’d just cum right in front of your older brother, Bjorn pulled away, leaving you aching for more.

You quickly slipped back under the covers, feeling his cum seep out of you and run down your thigh.

“You alright, sis?” Tyler asked in a sleepy tone, slowly opening his eyes as one hand reached out to feel your forehead. “Damnit, you shouldn’t be this hot, it’s freezing in here. You coming down with a fever?”

You quickly removed his hand, catching a glimpse of your discarded clothes between you and your brother, pulling them under your covers.

“I don’t know, just… rough night, I guess. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

#bjorn alien romulus #bjorn alien x reader #bjorn alien romulus x reader #spike fearn #spike fearn x reader #spike fearn smut #alien romulus fanfic

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x-heesy · 4 months ago

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I've been stuck in my ways (Ways)

Feelin' like I'm gonna explode

I'm already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)

Bullet with your name on it, or my name

Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)

All this bullshit I'm just seein' stuck

(Yeah) I just wanna be away

(I don't even wanna be around you)

(To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you)

(See you sittin' with a bitch, that's sick)

(Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick)

I just wanna be away

(You puff your big weed, your shit bamboo)

(The type of flow make a brotha go koo koo)

(A l'il man can't do what I can do)

(I'm the big dog 'round here)

I just wanna be away

666, Misfits

Sick of this shit, cryptic

Even big tips, any sick prick

Thinkin' that he's gonna click-click

For my clique bitch then you need to think big

When you get an inkling tell me what the fuck you wanna do

I'm sittin' here, just thinkin' that I'm gonna bother you

But a lot I've changed 'til you can't stop it no more

I'm just gonna be cookin' up this crack (Gimme the recipe then) Every single days a fuckin' struggle, hustle, bustle

On these motherfucking streets

I bust on someone, cry the one I'm bustin'?

Over to your shoes, and you can't move

I'm losing faith again, forsaken them

Mercedes is still a makin' 'em look alien

I lost all my pain in 'em, they make 'em open up their cranium

A stadium of energy cannot hold me on titanium

Come mill these fiends and seize the common

Meaning and fuckin' change again?

What the hell have I be, wait

Hundred percent of the effort I'm givin' is real

Livin' is sinnin' is truly beginnin' to fail

Syllable killers, I call on my witness, it only gets sicker

That's hip from this slip from this robe is really required is minimal skill

Ahead of my time, I'm tellin' you boy

You pivot whenever delivering everything guys

Except for the reason I get for surviving

Incredible legends are giving me life

The minute I finish, the minute she give me

She love me, so give us a critical hit list

I'm feeling so brilliant I'm really pop-friendly

I simply was spittin' these lines

I've been stuck in my ways (Ways)

Feelin' like I'm gonna explode

Am I really on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)

Bullet with your name on it, or my name

Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)

All this bullshit I'm just seein' stuck

(Yeah) I just wanna be away

(I don't even wanna be around you)

(To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you)

(See you sittin' with a bitch, that's sick)

(Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick)

I just wanna be away

(You puff your big weed, your shit bamboo)

(The type of flow make a brotha go koo koo)

(A l'il man can't do what I can do)

(I'm the big dog 'round here)

I just wanna be away

Pushin' from the pressure from the showers

Feelin' like a minute but I'm goin' on for hours

Then I get, I know I gotta use (Wait)

Runnin' the curve, runnin' the world, doesn't even mean

Running away, never the same, circle back to me

One of the ingrates has landed

None of your minds have expanded

Never the gang is disbanded

Who of you taken redhanded?

I just wanna be away, away from the eyes that judge me

The ears that assume, the mouths that won't shut up

You're losin' focus, you broke us, you know you can't give up

Pick out your part but it's pointless

And now it won't add up, fuck!

What do you want? What is it you really need?

Is it enough? Taking enough, just let it bleed

Like a broken record does, total like we're movin' on

It's only repetition now

Jesus Christ, gimme a buck, dee on duck

I just wanna move

Who says the devil can't smile?

Who wants to sleep for a while?

Who loves the feeling of denial?

Who couldn't see it for a mile?

Who was afraid of the draw?

Who says the devil can't smile?

I've been stuck in my ways (Ways)

Feelin' like I'm gonna explode

I'm already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)

Bullet with your name on it, or my name

Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)

All this bullshit I'm just seein' stuck

(I don't even wanna be around you)

(To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you)

(See you sittin' with a bitch, that's sick)

(Fat pussy, nice tits)

(Suck a good dick)

I just wanna be away

(You puff your big weed, your shit bamboo)

(The type of flow make a brotha go koo koo)

(A l'il man can't do what I can do)

(I'm the big dog 'round here)

I just wanna be away

Stuck In My Ways by Kid Bookie, Corey Taylor 💣

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duvayknox · 2 years ago

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THE NIGGAZ WHO ROBBED HEAVEN

A Black Pulp Flash Fiction Joint

1ST NIGGA: Listen forget about Robbing Heaven. Its surrounded by 12 Pearly Gates. Guarded by Cherubims. And they will cut your goddamn head off.

2ND NIGGA: I know somebody who lives there tho.

1ST NIGGA: Umph. So you got somebody on the Inside. Who?

2ND NIGGA: I cant tell you. You might know Him.

1ST NIGGA: So it is a HIM, huh?

2ND NIGGA: Uh —

1ST NIGGA: You might as well admit that much, man. You basically said YEAH already.

2ND NIGGA: True. So You right. Its a Brotha frum Another Mutha. He got me squared away on sum shit.

1ST NIGGA: Like what?

2ND NIGGA: He kno a back way into heaven.

1ST NIGGA: Wont Work. You must come in at the Front Door. First thing in da Morning. Dats Mandatory.

2ND NIGGA: True. It IS Mandatory. Butt thats only if you new — or you never been there before. You gotta go thru Orientation. Butt when you Been To Heaven Before, you dont have to go to Orientation. Dats da Loophole.

1ST NIGGA: So you sayin you BEEN to Heaven already?

2ND NIGGA: Yeah. I was there about 6,000 years ago. Then, I Got kicked out for Letting my Chariot Swing Low when I was Riding it. I Died here on earth from a Lynching by some Hooded Angels in White Robes. And went back to heaven for the Second time. Saw some more Angels walking around in White Robes — which confused the hell outta me. Then, I Got Kicked out again for the second time for Flying around heaven all day and drinking up the last of the milk and honey. Now, Im on my last go round.

1ST NIGGA: Hmmmmmm.

2ND NIGGA: You dont believe me?

1ST NIGGA: Its not dat.

2ND NIGGA: Well, what then?

1ST NIGGA: You think you can really steal the Heavenly Treasures in broad daylight?

2ND NIGGA: Not Think. I know I can. They are only guarded by one Deity.

1ST NIGGA: And who is that?

2ND NIGGA: Guess?!

1ST NIGGA: Jesus?

2ND NIGGA: Nah. God, himself.

1ST NIGGA: Hell, he never SLEEPS tho. So aint no possible way you can steal them Heavenly Treasures, man.

2ND NIGGA: Nah, God Sleeps my Nigga. In fact, he sleeps a lot. He just sleeps with his Eyes open so peeple only think he awake.

1ST NIGGA: How you know all this?

2ND NIGGA: I told you, man. I got a Nigga on da inside. Plus: I been to Heaven enuff to know whats up with God. He be sleep on the Job. He dont be Watching Peeple like dat on Earth for real. And Peep this: His sleep schedule is real simple: whenever you see the Moon dat means he Sleep. And when you see da Sun dat mean he Awake. He mite be up doing his little exercise tho like blowing wind or throwing thunderbolts out of smite n shit. Butt when we and da Goons go at Nite — God gone be dead asleep.

1ST NIGGA: Butt what if I told U dat you cant Sneak into Heaven at Nite because a bunch of Niggaz already done tried dat and got Caught. And was Killed for Trespassing on Gods Property?

2ND NIGGA: I would just tell you they missed something, dats all. But not Me. I been working on this latest plan for over 400 years now.

1ST NIGGA: Still, what if I told you dat even tho God be Sleep at night he still have Jesus, Joseph and Mary watching out for him?

2ND NIGGA: Dont matter. Cuz anyway, Jesus is a Soft Touch. My peeples told me he can be Bribed with a good bottle of Wine. And he a sucka for a Hoe wit a Sob Story.

1ST NIGGA: What about Joseph?

2ND NIGGA: Give dat Foo a Technicolored Dreamcoat with dope shoes to match and he will look da other way too.

1ST NIGGA: Yeah, butt dat still leave Mary. What bout her? Or you got sum shit on her too?

2ND NIGGA: Um hm. She still be fucking The Angel Gabriel when Joseph is out on his Carpentry job fixing shit round Heaven. However, it dont matter to Joseph because he’s hammering and nailing Mary’s Sister, Mary Junior on the regular. They stay Smashing.

1ST NIGGA: Wait. All of this shit is going on in Heaven? Rite under God’s nose?!

2ND NIGGA: Yessir. Most of this shit happens at night. Like I said: God, he be Sleep.

1ST NIGGA: Ight. But what if I told you that God know all that shit is going on and he just lets it happen so peeple Will think they can Sneak into Heaven at Night? But they wind up gitting caught and Sentenced to hell for an Eternity?

2ND NIGGA: What if I told you that dont scare me None cuz I been to hell more times than I been to Heaven and —

1ST NIGGA: Whats da difference?

2ND NIGGA: And, I was just bout to say. I actually prefer Hell over Heaven.

1ST NIGGA: Why is dat?

2ND NIGGA: No curfew.

1ST NIGGA: Why you wind up in Hell in da first place?

2ND NIGGA: Well, the first time I was just Visiting and liked it so much I tried to stay but they made me leave cuz I aint have da right paperwork n whatnot.

1ST NIGGA: and da Second Time?

2ND NIGGA: I snuck back. It was easy.

1ST NIGGA: I be dam. Why was it so Easy?

2ND NIGGA: Cuz the Devil stay busy. He dont even be looking, man.

1ST NIGGA: Busy doing what?

2ND NIGGA: All I know is he be in his Workshop a lot doing shit.

1ST NIGGA: Umph. You see anybody we know?

2ND NIGGA: Yeah, I saw Yo Mama there. She said to tell you, you still aint shit.

1ST NIGGA: She would say some shit like that. But you know what?

2ND NIGGA: What?

1ST NIGGA: I think I wanna work with you on Sneaking into Heaven.

2ND NIGGA: Aww yeah? Why you changing yo Mind?

1ST NIGGA: Cuz your Plan sounds good. And to tell you da Truth, I been wanting to do da shit myself for da longest. Except, I just never had enuff information.

2ND NIGGA: Truth be tole, in the interest of being Transparent, I Googled a lotta this shit.

1ST NIGGA: Is dat right??

2ND NIGGA: Gospel!

1ST NIGGA: I be dam! So Whats da Best Day to do this?

2ND NIGGA: You joking, right? Da SABBATH DAY, man. Cuz dats when God not only Rests, he Sleep the whole, entire day away.

1ST NIGGA: Oh right, right. I never thought about dat shit!

2ND NIGGA: And check this out: last time I was in Hell I stole the Map the Devil be using to go To and Fro Heaven. Its got secret routes n shit.

1ST NIGGA: Didnt God kick da Devil outta Heaven too, tho?

2ND NIGGA: True. But they still Kool. Cuz what muthafuckaz dont realize is dat the Devil is actually God’s only Forgotten Son.

1ST NIGGA: Dont U mean BEGOTTEN son??

2ND NIGGA: Nah. Dats Jesus.

1ST NIGGA: Mannnnnn, how u be finding out all this shit?!

2ND NIGGA: (raises eyebrow)

1ST NIGGA: Right. Google n shit.

2ND NIGGA: The Devil Wife snitched too, tho.

1ST NIGGA: Wait. The Devil married?!

2ND NIGGA: Hell yeah, my Nigga. And got a Legion of Babies everywhere. Altho he aint got mo than Nick Cannon or NBA Young Boy.

1ST NIGGA: Whats his Wife name?

2ND NIGGA: Shea-Devil.

1ST NIGGA: So Why SHE help you?

2ND NIGGA: Cuz she mad at his ass. Tole U. He stay Busy. Too bizzy for her.

1ST NIGGA: Maybe he just grinding hard for em.

2ND NIGGA: Dats da problem. The Devil always Busy. And she tired of dat shit. Told me she ready to leave him and go to Heaven.

1ST NIGGA: Is she Fine?

2ND NIGGA: Megan The Stallion fine, man!!

1ST NIGGA: Damn. What else she tell you?

2ND NIGGA: Told me da Devil REAL name is Luther Furr. Dats his Gubmint name.

1ST NIGGA: I cant believe this shit Im hearing!!

2ND NIGGA: Believe it my Nigga. Believe it. So look I gotta run some errands. But I just wanted to meet up with you to plant this seed in ya ear and see if you wanted in on this shit. Cuz its going down with or without you. But you my Nigga so you know I wanted to hit you up first and foremost.

1ST NIGGA: Damn straight. And you know I appreciate it. So hell yeah I want in, man! You know it aint no Fun if Homie cant git None.

2ND NIGGA: Facts. So you got any more Objections or what ifs? Cuz I know if anybody could punch holes in my shit it would be you.

1ST NIGGA: Hmmmm. Lemme think on that. When you need an answer?

2ND NIGGA: Asap.

1ST NIGGA: For the most part, I think Im ready to do this shit, man. I cant wait to git me a little piece of Heaven. How we gitting there?

2ND NIGGA: Cloud Nine take you straight there.

1ST NIGGA: Im here for it, my Nigga.

2ND NIGGA: Ight. See you on Saturday. And make sho you got on yo Sunday Best.

1ST NIGGA: Bet.

-The End-

****************

(Next up: The Niggaz Who Robbed Hell)

#black pulp fiction #race #duvay knox #heaven and hell

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nightwingvixen23 · 4 years ago

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Dick : *walking into Wayne manor*

Dick : *hears laughter coming from the living room*

Dick : *finds Jason and Roy laughing it up on the couch*

Dick : *takes into account the two bottles of Tequila on the coffee table and variously colored shot glasses*

Dick : where’s Bruce ?

Jason : AYE ! LOOK WHO’S BACK ! IT’S SEXY ASS !

Roy : HEEEY ! MR.SEXY ASS !

Dick : *rolling his eyes* that’s Mr.Sexy Ass Officer to you two

Jason : daaaamn girl, kinky

Roy : *holding his wrists out* officer, i’ve been naughty as hell. please. cuff me then ride the shit out of me

Jason : *laughing too hard*

Dick : I’m gonna ask again. where’s Bruce. doesn’t this sort of drunken party usually happen hidden away in the Lounge Room ?

Jason : *head lolling back* yeeeaaah but B is outta Gotham for a few days, an’ Alfred ain’t around, he’s on vacay visitin’ some folks er some shit. soooooo, I mean damn, why not bring the “drunken party” to the livin’ room?

Jason : *takes another shot*

Jason : *glares at Dick* AND I AIN’T FUCKIN’ DRUNK for yer info ! I’m tipsy. NOT drunk. I can handle my liquor

Dick : mkay.

Roy : join us, Dickie

Dick : god. i don’t wanna drink with you dumbasses, who knows what i’ll be roped into....but it has been a stressful week, and, i feel the peer pressure

Dick : *taking a seat across from them*

Jason & Roy : *cheering happily*

Jason : *pours Dick a shot* here ya go, Luscious

Dick : *takes the shot*

Roy : *already holding out another for him* here ya go again, Tasty Vixen

Dick : whoa, already again ??? I haven’t even recovered from the first shot ! slow down shit

Jason : lightweight ass

Dick : no. I’m just not an avid drinker like you two

Roy : *nudging the shot impatiently towards Dick*

Dick : *takes the shot*

Jason : *holding up another*

Dick : shit. stop. what are you trying to get me wasted or something ?

Roy : *smirks at Jason*

Jason : *smirks back*

Jason : *sarcastically* noooo baby, I’d never do that to yoooou. especially with Roy here. what ever on EARTH would we dooo ?? a THREEsome ??? ewwww. . . .

Roy : *just as sarcastically* OMG ! groooosssss. . .

Dick : get me lit enough and it just might happen

Jason & Roy : *hopeful little puppies clumsily pouring more shots for Dick*

Dick : NO ! STOP ! I WAS KIDDING !!

Roy : don’t just go messin’ with my soul like that baby

Jason : yeah. shit, doll. got a mother fucker all excited’n shit....damn.

Dick : hm. sounds like a personal problem to me

Jason : *stares offensively for a second before sitting back dramatically and crossing his leg*

Dick : *sensing some bullshit coming along*

Jason : got a question for ya, sweetcheeks

Dick : oh yeah ? and what’s that ?

Jason : why you not lemme smash ??

Dick : . . .

Dick : excuse me. but what ?

Jason : why you won’t lemme hit it an quit it ???

Dick : *blinking*

Jason : ejaculate and evacuate, rock your box and then change the locks, shoot my jizz and then out I is-

Dick : yeah yeah I fucking GET it !

Jason : then if ya get it, darlin’ *leans forward* why haven’t ya lemme in ??

Dick : excuse yourself but i’m not just some item on a shelf. you can’t just casually pick me up and then take me home. I get to chose who I sleep with as well, and let me tell you something, I don’t just choose anyone

Jason : oh really ? ‘cause I can name at LEAST 6 son’s’a bitches that don’t even PAAAAAAAASS grade A fuckin’ rank in my books

Jason : NUMBER 1; SLADE Yes I Kill For Pleasure WILSON !!! NUMBER 2; WALLY Horny Ass Air Head WEST !!! NUMBER 3; BRUCE I’m A Brooding Janus-Faced Crackpot With Unresolved Emotional Instability Who Likes to Put Boys In Green Panties And Then Send Them To Their Deaths WAYNE-!!!

Dick : *blushing* OH. MY. GOD. that’s enough Jason. shut up

Jason : *smug as hell* now tha’s what I thought

Roy : whoawhoawhoa 👐 hold the fuck up. you fuckin’ The Bat ?? for real for realz ?

Dick : that’s none of your business

Jason : sure as fuckin’ HELL was MY god damned business every fuckin’ night I heard that headboard hittin’ the wall in B’s room with ya sobbin’ his name like--

Dick : --okaysoumYEAH !! NEXT conversation PLEASE !

Jason : considering the fact that YOU have suuuuch poor selection in dudes....imma ask again *sexy smirk*....why you not lemme smash ??

Roy : yeah dude; knick knack patty whack let my man bone

Dick :

Dick : . . .

Dick : *pours himself another shot*

Dick : *stands up*

Dick : *grabs both bottles of Tequila*

Dick : mkay, this parties been officially canceled due to apparent derangement

Dick : *leaves the room*

Jason : . . .

Roy : . . .

Jason & Roy : *exchanging glances*

Jason : *gets up and casually saunters after Dick*

Roy : *gets up and casually saunters after Jason*

*Eventually*

Dick : *upstairs* OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM YOU WEIRDOS I’M TRYING TO CHANGE !!!!

Jason & Roy : *getting their drunk asses thrown the fuck out of Dick’s room*

Roy : shit, he really knows how to tease a guy

Jason : tell me ‘bout it

Roy : ‘an he took our Tequila

Jason : baby boy really knows how ta hurt a brotha too

Jason : *turns to pound on Dick’s closed door* YER BREAKIN’ MAH HEART, BABY !!

Roy : *starts singing Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart*

Damian : *comes out of his room at the opposite end of the hallway*

Damian : *starts throwing hangers at Jason and Roy*

Jason : DIIIICKIIIIE !! OPEN UP !! WE FORMALLY REQUEST SANCTUARY !!

Roy : YES ! AND WE SWEAR THAT WE WONT TRY AN’ FUCK YOU !

Jason : *looks blankly at Roy*

Jason : . . . .speak for yourself

Damian : *coming at them with a sword and Titus hot on his heels as back up and noble steed* you immmoRAL BASTARDS BETTER KEEP THE FUCK AWAY FROM GRAYSON !!

Jason & Roy : AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH--!!!

Damian : LAY A FINGER ON HIM AND YOU ARE DEAD ! DO YOU HEAR ME ?! D-E-A-D !

*Meanwhile*

Dick : *laying across his bed with his earphones in/sipping Tequila and catching up on Real Housewives*

Dick : Sabrina, you bitch, stop being friends with Kathy, she’s obviously moving in on your hot ass husband; gawd....

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years ago

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MC having her wisdom teeth removed || Mystic Messenger Edition! - RFA + Saeran

a/n: I was requested this headcanon for Obey Me and I mistakenly wrote this instead lol. Later, I wrote and posted the original request, but I liked how these turned out <3 Enjoy~

Zen

He carries you bridal style as soon as the doctor’s over

“I knew we were getting married!!!!!!!” you giggle

This man is already dead

Of course he’s thought about marrying you but he’s about to drop you on the spot

When he carries you inside your apartment, you squeal.

“Our new home, Zenny! Baby, this place is so cute!!”

It’s… it’s your own apartment, MC. We’ve been living together for two years, get on board.

He helped you get into bed, but when he tries to leave, he feels you tugging on his pants.

“You need anything, babe?”

“This is wedding night, come love me, please”

“MC, rest a bit and--”

“But I need some loviiiiiing, Zenny. Gimme some loving, hubby”

This man is so flustered about you saying all these things about weddings and especially wedding nights. He manages to tuck you into bed and goes to the living room. He’s about to start making dinner when he listens to your voice again.

“Seveeeen, Zen doesn’t wanna give me a wedding night!”

He returns to the bedroom to see you managed to find your phone. He tucks you into bed again and then feels your phone buzzing from numerous notifications from the chat. He’s sure Seven just told everyone about your call.

“Best husband ever” you mumble and finally close your eyes, nuzzling into your sheets. Zen smiles softly.

He’s so in love with you, he might just ask you to marry him anyday now.

Yoosung

He helps you get into a cab and holds your hand on the way home.

He thinks he doesn’t have anything to worry about until a song comes on the radio.

“All the time I turn around brothas gather round” it’s mostly babbling than singing, so Yoosung just watches you, amused. “Always looking at me up and down looking at my…” you proceed to moan really loudly, startling both your boyfriend and the driver

He apologizes profusely, tipping him extra when you reach home

He helps you sit on the couch and you start mumbling again.

“Baby shark, do do do do do…”

Yoosung can’t help but laugh and think how cute you look.

But once again…

“Ahhh, push it, push it real good…” you sing, waving your arms randomly. “Oh baby, baby, oh baby baby… push it good”

You’re gonna kill Yoosung one of these days omg

Jaehee

“Hey cutie” you greet her. She doesn’t think much of it and just helps you get on a cab and then back home.

“You inviting me to your home? Wow, you nasty. I like that” you slur, tripping a little before crashing into her couch. Jaehee raises an eyebrow, concerned.

“Don’t be shy, you’re very pretty. Like… really pretty. Are you gay?” you ask with a giggle. Your girlfriend sits next to you, trying to contain her laugh.

“I’m actually bi”

“Then I have a chance!” you laugh. “Wanna date me? I can be so good for you, baby, come on gimme some sugar”

You then proceed to do kissing noises at her, which ends up with Jaehee cackling a loud laugh.

She doesn’t want to ever forget you like this.

Jumin

When he puts his arm around your shoulders to steady you while you walk, you take his hand away.

“I’m married, stop!” you scold him, flaunting your wedding ring to him. You cross your arms against your chest. “Don’t make a move, my husband should be here any minute now”

He tries and convince you he’s your husband, but you’re not listening to any of that

He finds it adorable, though.

Jumin takes your arm and help you walk, saying he will respect your relationship.

When you reach the penthouse, you say hello to Elizabeth the third. “Elly, mommy’s here! Where’s your daddy? When’s daddy coming home?”

Jumin’s whole face turns red. He ignored completely you calling his beloved pet “Elly” just because he had never heard you refer to Elizabeth as your daughter. It was like a little family and he felt his heart fluttering at your words.

“Where’s daddy, Elly?” you ask again and watch her walk to Jumin and rub her face on his leg. You furrow your eyebrows, confused.

“Jumin will be here in a second” Jumin assures you. “Why don’t you take a nap?”

You eye him with suspicion but then let yourself fall ungraciously to the couch. “Lemme know when he gets home, I miss him” you grumble.

He’s so going to make a family with you someday.

Saeyoung

Not only does this man encourages you to say the dumbest and funniest things but he will record everything to torment you later

“My eyes are thirsty!” you cry, while Saeyoung holds his phone in front of you. “Baby, my eyes are thirsty!”

“Who do you love the most?” he asks.

“My baby” you reply with a grin.

“And who’s your baby?”

You take a few moments before replying.

“...I’m baby”

“What do you think about Jumin?”

“He should get laid”

“Jaehee?”

“I’m a bit gay for her, no lie”

“Zen?”

“You love him more than me!!!” you cry again, putting your hands on your face. “Because his hair is longer you love him more than meeeee”

“I love you the most, MC”

“Fuck you, you made my eyes thirsty” you mumble, looking away from him.

Someone help Saeyoung, he’s about to pee himself from all the laughing.

Saeran

He didn’t expect you to be so confused when he finally got you home after the surgery.

As soon as you look at Saeyoung you gasp. You look at him again, then back at Saeran, back at Saeyoung and start crying.

“Who’s my baby!?” you whimper. Saeran rolls his eyes while Saeyoung starts laughing loudly.

“I’m Saeran” your boyfriend sighs, sitting down on the couch.

“No, I’m Saeran. You’re Saeyoung!” Saeyoung says, sitting on your other side. You look back and forth between the twins.

“Hey, stop, don’t break my girlfriend”

“MC, look, look!” Saeyoung says. He put a serious and bored face. “I’m Saeran, I’m no fun and all I do is eat flowers and hoard ice-cream on the fridge”.

Saeran rolls his eyes again.

“I don’t eat flowers, why don’t you just g--”

“SAERAN!” you yell, hugging Saeyoung, who starts laughing again. “Baby, where were you, huh?”

Before anything else happens, Saeyoung leaves you with Saeran, even if his laughter can still be heard from his bedroom.

“You’re such a mess” he whispers. You smile at him and let yourself fall on the couch.

“Yup, but I’m Saeran’s mess. I’m my baby’s mess” you mumble.

He can’t help but smile as well, as he covers you body with a blanket to keep you warm while you sleep.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #hyun ryu #mm zen #mysme zen

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bebepac · 4 years ago

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A Quarter For Your Thoughts

This is chapter 6 of Just The Way You are. To catch up on what you’ve been reading click: Just the Way You Are Masterlist

The Book: CROSSOVER: Perfect Match x TRR

Pairing: Hayden x Kai / TRR MC is single (past pairing includes Nico Karahalios)

Word Count: 2489

Summary: Liam walks Riley home after some strange things happens. Even more strange events continue as Liam goes inside Riley’s apartment for the first time. Hayden and Kai have a date night out with Dipper.

Riley, Liam, Hayden, Kai, Chance and Dipper, all belong to Pixelberry, all others are my own characters to help tell our story.

Warnings: Mention of character death, Profanity.

This is my submission for @choicesfebchallenge day #9 Chance. Which I took completely literal.

A/N: DW is at it again. We have two special guest stars in this episode Pops and Mia visit Just The Way You Are, from my series: Pops Place. The dynamic is slightly different as they have crossed into this AU. You’ll see.

Song Inspiration: “If I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time” R Kelly

I don’t own rights to the Music.

She walked in silence with Liam, holding the quarter tight in her hand. Could Liam have given it to her? It didn't make sense, why or how she got the coin, unless Nico really came to her. But Riley didn't believe in the supernatural, Riley barely believed in God in recent years, her faith completely shaken, and honestly nonexistent after Nico's untimely passing.

The idea of peace of having religion in her life Riley found comforting. However, she hated the idea of the same entity that placed Nico in her life for her to love, had not even two years later ripped him away from her so suddenly, it was cruel. How could something supposedly so good, be so cruel?

He murdered Nico. That's what Donovan Jacobs did when he decided to get behind the wheel of his SUV knowing he should not be driving and him striking Nico's SUV, essentially taking the greatly loved father, son, soon to be fiancé (we know Riley would have accepted his proposal), and best friend. There was hurt and anger in Riley's heart now for it and he was going to feel every bit of it when she gazed upon his face at the trial.

Riley had only seen Donovan's picture in the paper. But trust and believe she hated the man.

"Are you going home Riley? Maybe you should lay down for a bit once you get there."

"That might be a good idea."

"Do you mind if I walk with you? I just don't want you to get dizzy again and be alone."

Riley nodded.

He helped her gather her blanket and guitar. He glanced down seeing a little cop car on his headstone.

"That's cute."

"Nico was a criminal profiler for the NYPD. His son left it."

"You have a son?"

"He's not my blood, but I feel like he's mine. He just turned 10 two months ago. He’s still a very large part of my life. I see him at least several times a week."

"That's good you’ve stayed consistent for him. Often times... when relationships.....end... the kids are left missing the person they got to know."

"He has a lot of father figures in his life now to try to help him cope, my brother and my friends, we make sure he's loved."

"That's noble of your friends."

When they arrived at the apartment she noticed Liam was sweating a little.

"Do you want to come up and cool off for a bit? Maybe have a drink?"

"I don't drink."

"It's barely past noon. I'm not an alcoholic. I meant like lemonade or something."

Liam laughed, "My bad. Sure."

Liam followed Riley to her apartment. Her door was painted a bright pink.

"That's unique."

She glanced at him.

"That means you hate it."

"No it's unique. I like pink. Men can like pink."

He winked at Riley.

Riley opened the door to her apartment.

Putting her keys in the dish beside the door. Riley's apartment was spacious, decorated, nice and neat.

"Here Chance!" She called out to a small Corgi that came running around the corner.

Riley was a few paces in front of Liam. Chance ran right around Riley and barked happily at Liam.

Riley turned around and looked at Liam.

Liam picked up Chance and laughed as he licked his face.

"Hey Buddy."

"He normally doesn't like strangers."

"Yeah I can tell he's absolutely ruthless. You've got quite the attack dog here Riley."

Riley laughed out loud.

He put Chance down.

Chance started rolling over on the floor, in front of Liam, and he had crouched down, giving Chance tummy scratches.

"My attack dog is absolutely worthless! See why I have a conceal and carry? He'd lick our intruder to death."

Liam smiled.

"Well at least he killed them. Kindness might not be the most effective route though."

Riley burst out laughing.

He loved her laugh, and she seemed to like his corny jokes.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Sure it's…." Riley's phone rang. She paused to answer.

Liam knew walked down the hallway. He knew exactly where it was.

When he was done he could hear Riley still on the phone. She was speaking in Greek again. He walked into her room glancing around it. It caught the light of the sun. He walked to her night table and on it there was a man's watch.

He picked it up. Maybe she was seeing someone. He turned the watch over finding, it was broken and the time on the watch was 6:32. He knew immediately what he was looking at. Nico's watch, and time the accident happened. He put the watch down and picked up the picture frame. It was Riley, with who he was guessing was Nico, in a cute candid photo. Riley was wearing a blue dress her head tilted back laughing while Nico held her tight in his arms. When his fingers grazed the face of the watch he felt a jolt of electricity go through him causing the watch to drop back on the night table.

Laughter. Riley's laughter was soft in his ear. He wrapped his arms around her while he was wearing the watch.

What the?.... he thought. But it was still working. He noticed the second hand still moving. What is this? Liam thought.

"No, stay in bed with me. Both of us are off today."

That wasn't his voice he thought.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to make us some breakfast. You relax. You work so hard."

He hugged her tightly. "You feed those curves Girl."

Riley got out of bed exposing her naked body to him.

Liam gasped. Holy hell!!! God she was perfect in every way.

Then he heard his voice, but not his voice say..

"I love every inch of your sexy body Riley. You're so beautiful, you're my goddess."

She slipped her robe on. "Well your Goddess says go back to sleep." She kissed his lips softly.

"What are you doing?"

Liam jumped, and could still taste Riley on his lips when he opened his eyes.

He didn't know what happened, following her eyes to the floor. He had dropped her picture frame.

"I'm so….so sorry Riley."

"It's okay, just let me clean it up. You go back to the living room."

Riley was carefully picking up the pieces of glass.

She glanced back at Liam as he walked out the door. Chance followed behind him, like he was his shadow.

When she came back in the room both Liam and Chance looked sad. Chance was sitting on Liam's lap.

"I'm sooo sorry Riley." Liam's voice was so apologetic.

"It's okay Liam. It was an accident." She carried two glasses of lemonade and handed him one.

"Thank you."

"I've never seen Chance so taken with someone."

In minutes, Chance had already fallen asleep in Liam's lap.

"He must recognize dog people. They always had therapy dogs visit when I was in the hospital. Dogs are so good at sensing when you are alone, scared or sad."

"What were you in the hospital for?"

"Not winning the genetic lottery." Liam smiled weakly.

"Are you okay now?"

"Yes, Things are great!"

"My friend Drake says that all the time."

There was something about his life that he wasn't ready to share either. She could relate to that.

Riley changed the subject and they continued to talk. Time flew by. Chance finally woke up.

"Oh thank God," Liam said standing up. "My legs are asleep."

"He does that to me too. Looks like you're his favorite person now."

"Then maybe we should see more of each other at places he might frequent. I guess he can bring you along too, Riley. You know to the dog walking park, the fire hydrant right out front, the vet?”

Riley smiled again.

“Chance you call me when you want to hang out brotha.”

Riley bit her lip. “Maybe Chance would like to have breakfast tomorrow.”

“It is the most important meal of the day I hear. We should start our day off right. Good thinking Chance. I’d like that.”

“Take care of yourself Riley. See you tomorrow Chance.”

Chance barked excitedly.

Riley hurried and changed clothes to get ready to head over to Nico’s mother’s house for dinner.

“I want to get out of the house tonight Hayden. Let’s do something out tonight.”

“There’s a movie on the lawn at the park.”

“What’s playing?”

“Since it's almost Halloween they are doing a Fright Night Series. Stir of Echoes.”

“Oooooh. Spooky I love that one!!!!! What food truck do they have tonight? Please say it’s Pop’s On The Go. I really need you to say it’s Pop’s on the Go.”

“Well Kai I hate to disappoint you, but the food truck they’re having is…. Pop’s On The Go.”

Kai was ready to be disappointed until she had realized fully what he said.

“Pops and Mia are so cute, they banter back and forth together they are adorable. I really wish they had an actual restaurant. I definitely would eat there all the time. His chilli cheese fries are life.”

“So do we want blankets or folding chairs?”

“We want blankets,” they both said in unison smiling at each other.

They got their blankets and headed to the park with Dipper in tow.

“Dipper be a good girl and mommy will give you some chilli cheese fries.”

Dipper barked happily.

“You will not give our baby chilli cheese fries. Has she had chilli cheese fries before?”

Kai shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe?"

“Kai, seriously?”

“She’s got a stomach of rocks like her Momma.”

“Kai…..”

“You love me.”

“Let’s get us our chilli cheese fries. None for Dipper.”

“Hey Pops!”

“Kai! I knew I’d be seeing you tonight! You always seem to make it out this way when our truck is out here.”

“You have the best snacks around Pops. Can we get two orders of chilli cheese fries, with two colas?”

“And I got something for you Dipper.”

Pops took out a box of dog treats.

“Got to make all my customers happy.”

He handed Hayden dog treats for Dipper.

“Thank you Pops.”

“Mia, did you make those shirts?”

Mia nodded.

Pops and Mia were wearing matching shirts. There were also a few hanging on the side of the van.

“You should be in design school, you’d do really well there.”

“It’s just a hobby.”

“Looks like an untapped revenue stream to me.” Hayden responded.

“We’ll also be taking two of your shirts too.”

Mia perked up. “Really?”

“See, I told you people would like them Pops.”

“Yep Pops, you’re looking stylish.”

Pop's stuck his chest out proudly. "She makes me a stylish and proud pops every day!"

Pops gave Mia a smile as she pulled down the shorts they wanted, and bagged them up.

They paid for their food and their shirts and picked a comfy spot on the lawn.

Hayden placed their blankets on the ground while Kai held the food. He set up their large blanket first, and even Dipper got her own Dipper sized blanket to curl up on and in. Dipper quickly curled up on her own little blanket, while Hayden and Kai got settled under the tree.

He loved watching Kai watch movies. She had so many. Hayden had to build another book shelf for Kai's DVD collection. And this movie he had seen with her several times. Kai was engrossed in the movie as if it was her first time watching it.

“And all this happened because he was hypnotized to be more open minded. It’s crazy and I love it!!!”

Kai begrudgingly went to the bathroom seeing Mia walking out.

"Mia! Your shirts you made are truly awesome.”

“Thanks Kai, that means a lot.”

“And I was serious about design school, how old are you now Mia?”

“I’m nineteen.”

“You should be in college sweetheart.”

“Pops needs me. Things have been really hard for us. I used to think about things like college before Mom got sick. She had cancer.”

“She’s in remission?”

“No… she died.”

“I’m so sorry Mia.”

Mia’s eyes filled with tears.

“So my last two years of high school my grades weren’t good. I helped take care of my mom and worked with Pops. I probably couldn’t get into a design school anyway.”

That sweet young girl, that always had a smile on her face every time she saw her, was carrying the weight of the world in her heart.

She hugged Mia.

“You’re going to get the chance to chase your dream Mia. Please don’t give up on it.”

“Thank you Kai, I’ve got to get back.”

Kai headed back over to Hayden embracing him.

“What’s wrong?”

Kai told him about her exchange with Mia.

"I'm gonna call Hana and see if she has some contacts out this way that can see Mia's work.

"That's nice of you Kai."

"Mia's a good kid, she shouldn't have to give up on her dream because her family has had a rough time."

Liam got a text early that next morning. "Chance couldn't make it, and he was wondering if it was okay for Riley to meet him instead?"

"Sure, I guess Riley is an okay substitute, though I was kind of looking forward to hanging out with my main man Chance."

Riley smiled down at the text. What was that feeling she was feeling in her heart. She took a deep breath. She went over to her dresser expecting it to be gone. She imagined it all. But the coin was still there. She put it in her pocket. And headed to the restaurant.

Riley was already there when he got there.

He walked up to her pulling out the chair and sitting across from her.

Her glance shot up at him.

"Um….."

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"Fine… Can I help you?"

"I know I wasn't who you were expecting as a breakfast buddy today."

Liam smiled at his joke. Riley did not.

"I actually wasn't expecting anyone."

"Okay…." He wasn't quite sure what game Riley was playing.

"So are you going to order the same thing or get something different?"

"We don't know each other."

"Riley, you're acting really strange."

"That's your problem right there, I'm not Riley, I'm her sister."

He wondered if this had anything to do with her fainting yesterday.

"Riley, this is weird and teetering on the edge of certifiable. You invited me to breakfast and if you didn't want to meet up, you could have said and pretended to be, oh I don't know your twin sister? Thanks but no thanks."

"Not Riley, corny jokes dude! You seem like just the type she would like."

Liam jumped up from the table heading towards the door. When he saw her. Riley was walking through the door. She smiled at him.

Liam halted in his tracks.

"Hi Liam, I hope I'm not too late. Chance was upset he couldn't make it and I had to cheer him up."

She smiled. Liam looked incredibly confused.

Liam glanced back at the woman sitting at the table. She smirked at him.

"Told you, I'm not Riley." She waved at him.

He turned around to face Riley again.

"So…. I guess you met my twin sister Taylor."

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heknewwhoyoureallyare · 4 years ago

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In this world there is always two type of guys. An Alpha and a Beta. My name is Jimmy and I’m a beta. This is what I look like:

I have this friend, well sort of, we are roommates. His name is Alaric, Our lives are both miserable, but while I have normal people problems like having trouble loosing weight, having low self esteem, can’t get a girlfriend, have a low paying job which led to difficulties paying the bills, and I have no social life (because I spend to much time playing video games). My roommates have Alpha problems, like how to snatched away the company that his big brother has inherit from their father, how to destroy his competitions in his work field, and how to create his own personal brand in his social media account and gain more followers, which in all honesty he already have plenty of. Oooohhhh and he looks like this:

The only reasons that I said that we are sort of friends its because, it’s true that Alaric and I are roommate, and sometime we talked to each other, during dinner while watching televisions, (right before I go back to my video games). It’s because we couldn’t be anymore different from each other. I’m a nerd and he’s a jock. I came from a lower middle class family, and he’s an old money rich. I have confidence issue and he has to much confidence. I am a follower and he is a natural born leader. I am a good person and Alaric is well Evil. He doesn’t bully me or anything but the thing that he told me especially about the stuff that he do to the people that he hates is extremely shocking and twisted. This guy has everything that he needs and yet his heart is full of nothing but hatred and envy! His minds are full of plots and evil schemes. So one time I took it upon myself, (because I’m a good person), to decide to become an Alpha for once and teach Alaric a lesson! A moral lesson! I snooped around his bedroom, when he’s not at home and I open his laptop. In there I found a file that are filled with his evil plans to take down his big brother and snatched away their father’s company from him. Since I’m a good person, and I’m learning to become more of an Alpha for once, I took the initiative to delete this file. I hope that this action will give him a signal to stop what he’s doing. After I delete this file that are full of his evil plots and schemes towards his perfect older big brother, I also found his other files that are filled with his collections of videos, but not just any videos. His porn videos collection, his forced role play porn videos collections. Not a BDSM videos, but a role play of a beautiful women getting forced to have a sexual intercourse by a guy that almost looks like him, big, strong, tall and has the power to dominate any women that he likes. I feel so disgusted by it, that I decided to deleted this file to, straight away. After he came back, I heard a loud manly scream from his room and when I checked it out, it was Alaric trying to find a file about his plan to destroy his big brother. He asked me where his file has gone, but I replied that I don’t know. He then checked the webcam that he has install in his room (which I am not aware off btw) and saw me deleting everything. He confronted me about this behavior and ask me why would I do such a thing. He thought we were friends. I have no choice but to come clean to him and explained that the reason for me to do this, it’s because I want to teach him a lesson. A moral lesson, about not hurting other people and accept our fate no matter what, without hurting anybody else. He then give me the most evilest glare that I ever seen him in.

And he said, “I trusted you and you have betrayed me! I never hurt you before because I thought we were both at the same side, but apparently, you think that you are better than me, well at least morally anyway. In fact you think you’re better than me so much that you decided to jeopardize my plan for my future and the future of my father’s company and for what? To teach me some big moral lesson? You know what, I will consider you my enemy now, and I will show you what I will do to my enemy especially the one that I think is my equal!” He then packs his bags and left the apartment right away. I was relieved, I thought for a moment there that he’s going to beat me to a pulp and put me in a hospital, but thank God that he doesn’t. Perhaps he was just bluffing, but what does it mean when he said that he consider me as his enemy, that are also his equal. I don’t understand. A couple of months later I have to move out from the apartment that I’m in because someone just bought the ownership of this building and now they want to bulldoze it and turn it into a Mall. Sucks to be me. I have no choice than to go back to my mother’s house and move in back with her. My mother is a very beautiful woman and very faithful to my father, after my father has died. She has never married again. Prim and proper and very religious, she’s always been a very caring woman. This time however I noticed that she has changed:

She dressed in a very sexy way, and there is a certain allure that she has now, that is sort of making me feel uncomfortable, especially as a son. I asked her “Mom, what has changed” and she said “What do you mean?” I asked her again “Why do you dress very sexy now?” And she said “Oooohhh I’m just very anxious for you to meet my new lover that’s all...” I was shocked when I heard her say the ‘L’ word. I thought she’s going to be loyal to my Dad until she passed away. I asked her immediately who is her new Lover, and how many lovers has she had in the past, and she said “Oooohhh calm down honey, this is the first lover that I ever had after your Dad has passed away, he’s very sweet, he’s always helping me around the house when I’m alone! In fact he’s here right now. Would you like to meet him?” I said “Yes”, and a couple of minutes later I heard a familiar voice saying “Hello Son!” And guess who showed up.

It was Alaric. I freaked out and I get angry. I wanted to attack him but he’s stronger than me. My Mom started to try and stop me and asked me what has gotten into me, and I told her everything, about the apartment, the files, the threats everything! My Mom asked him if this is true of which he deny everything. He said that he had never met me once in his life. At that moment, I just realized something, I have no proof to back my claimed up. I don’t even have any social media, to stalked him to. I only know that he has a lot of followers because he has showed me his social media account once. My Mom said maybe the reason why I’m so angry it’s because I haven’t gotten to know him very well, so she decided to give us some quality alone time together. When my Mom leave the room, Alaric started to smirk at me, and said “So what do you think? I told you that I will start treating you like the enemy that I consider equal!” I replied “Alaric please this has come to far, you have to leave my Mother alone! She’s innocent! This is between you and me!” He said “I don’t give a shit! I will destroy everything that you love and you hold dear, just like you did to me, and I will teach you about some big moral lesson about life, and you will start thanking me for it! You even have to start calling me Daddy!” I asked him again “Wait what do you mean? What do you mean that I have to start calling you Daddy?” He said “Your mom and I has gotten engaged!” I replied “Wait What? What do you mean? How? When?” He then smirked again and said “a couple of days ago, it took me a while to seduce her, but she finally gives in. It’s seems that after your Father has died and you have moved out from her house, she has become very lonely. I just have to fucked her once and showed her what she has been missing with, and she couldn’t say no to me ever since!” I asked him “Wait What? You did what?” In which he replied “Yeah you heard me. I fucked your mom! It was the Greatest Fuck that she ever had, she even said that I’m a better fuck than her late husband! Your Father! We Fucked, and we fucked, and we fucked. Sometime we fucked without condom, and I cream pied her a couple of times and we recorded it! We also did that role playing thing that you hate so much from my Laptop. Where she pretend to be this weak innocent woman and I came in to her house and have my way with her and there is nothing she can do to stop me! Yeah we did that!” At this point I don’t know what to say anymore. He then continued by saying “If you ever try to do something funny again to me, and jeopardize my plan for my future, I will post your mom videos to the internet and the world will know what a whore your mother really is!!! Peace out Brotha!!!

I was very angry at him, I tried to taught him a lesson, a good moral lesson in the past and this is how he repaid me. The next couple of days things has gotten really worse. Every night, I couldn’t stop hearing my mother’s voices moaning and groaning in her room while screaming Alaric name over and over again “Oh Alaric, That’s it! YOU are so good! Don’t Stop, Don’t Stop!” She even can’t stop stroking his ego “Oooohhh Alaric you are such a Man! A Big Man!!! A Strong Man! You are much stronger than my first husband!”. I can’t believe she said that! These voices can last for hours and hours. I sometime wonder when will they finally get some sleep! Alaric then take his revenge a step further by starting to wear my father’s clothes and smoke his cigars!

My Mothers even allowed it. Everyday she can’t stop talking about how Alaric is going to be my Stepfather someday! A good Stepfather, even though, she knows that he’s about the same age as I am. I always get angry at her and I tried to talked him out of this, but he refused to listened. He just smirked and continue to do his thing. One time I get a text message from my mom’s phone saying that she needed me in the beach near the house and when I get over there well, guess what I found.

Alaric having his dick sucked at the beach by my mom, in public. No one was there but I guess he just wanted me to see how much control that he has over me and my mom! He texted me using my mom’s phone while he’s getting a blowjob from my mom at public places. Just so that I can see this thing. I can’t stand this anymore, I almost went crazy. I begged Alaric to stop punishing me because of what I did in the past, of which he replied to me“I only wanted to teach you a lesson!” And when I asked him what the lesson that he wanted to teach me, he simply replied with “Never try to teach an Alpha anything, especially about Life, cus he might schooled you on what real life really is!” And just like that I realized that I should never overstep my boundaries by teaching an Alpha anything.

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greetings-from-the-refuge · 4 years ago

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I just finished watching the 1992 Newsies movie so here's a commentary that absolutely no one asked for✨✨

This is gonna be long and filled with my reactions to the movie so uh if ya don't like it then move alonggggg

Without further ado, here it is

Ooooh I like the intro

Aww sleepy bois

HEY LOOK IT'S BATH- ooh wait lyrics are different oof

Topless Mush is a blessing

Aaaaaa move ya elbooow

The different lyrics keep throwing me off

H i p T h r u s t s

Patrick's mother is amazing

DA DELANCEY BROTHAS oh wait fuck does Morris have a mustache?!

DAAAAAAAVVVVVEEEEEYYYYY!!!!!!

Oh and Les too!!

Man this thing is more chaotic than the live version

"must be from brooklyn"

*Pulitzer turns in his chair* I hate him already

Confused Davey trailing behind Jack is adorable

Oh fuck it's Snyder run RUUUUUN

YAY IT'S MISS MEDDA!!!!!!!

Ooh we actually get to see the parents Oh hi Sarah!!

Aww Les singing in his sleep

Oh wait Santa fe? Now? Huh

Oh wait fuck the dance break

"It'll give us a bad name!" "Can't get any worse!"

Ooh is this the Denton? Gasp IT IIIIIIIISSSS

Ooooh they're going to Brooklyn! Oh it's the docks! G A S P ITS SPOOOT!! SPOTSPOTSPOTSPOT-

AGSJAKSHA RACE WITH A KAZOO

Oh fuck Crutchie N O

Oh wait are they trying to break him out?

"Jack stay calm." Jack: *proceeds to do the opposite of calm*

Brooklyn's entrance is ICONIC

"Where's me picture where's me picture"

The head nod

Oh I hate this Pulitzer more than musical Pulitzer

pERIODT

Don't simp Spot Don't simp Spot Don't simp-

HIIIGHHHH TIIIMEEESSSS

YES MEDDA DEFEND THE CHILD WAIT RACE NO-

LEAVE THE CHILDREN ALONE

Oh a court oh nice

oN tHE gROuNdS oF bRoOKlYn yOuR hONoR

Wait Denton don't leave-

Newsie heist Newsie heist Newsie heist

Jack: *is literally not saying anything*

Pulitzer: "You shut up and listen to me!!!"

Holy shit did he just pin Davey to the wall-

If y'all touch Sarah imma fuckin- YES PUNCH HIM- NO!!! DAVEY!!!

Hell yeah Once And For All!!!

"Know how to read?" That's so heartbreaking...

Oh my god that's a lotta people- uh I mean STRIKE!!!!

AYYYY CRUTCHYYYYY'S BAAAAAACK!!!!

Hasta la vista Snybitchhhh

Omg is that Spot riding in the carriage?! What an absolute icon!

Moral of this post? I am an absolute simp for 1992 Spot Conlon

#newsies #newsies 1992 #1992sies #newsies1992 #spot conlon #jack kelly #Racetrack Higgins #Davey Jacobs #and all the other newsies #they're all amazing #this movie was an absolute ride #Also the Javid chemistry in this movie is immaculate #Blush too #overall 11/10 will definitely watch again

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omnivorousshipper · 4 years ago

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Dammm, now I want to see Hattie and Owen as twins! Imagine the possibilities! Them “sharing” clothes, toys, BIRTHDAYS- it’d be chaos and constant wars! Deckard’s a tired father older brother

Idk how much them being twins would change the story/plot of FF, but damn would it change their childhood and how much stress Deckard had to deal with 😂

~~~

"Dex, come here, love." Magdalene called out to the small six year old who was shyly poking his head into her hospital room. "Come meet your little brother and sister."

With trepidation, Deckard took small steps towards his mother, who was standing near two cribs. There was a small stool next to them and looking up at his mother, Deckard stood on top of it

With wide eyes, Deckard looked down at the cribs

Inside were two small babies. Their faces were smoothed out in sleep, but were still a rose pink. They seemed way too small to Deckard, but he remembered his mother saying he had been the same when he had been born

"Meet Owen and Hattie," his mother said softly. "You're a big brotha."

"Really?" Deckard whispered and couldn't take his eyes off of them

"Yes, love." She chuckled, but grew somber. "You have a lot of responsibility now, Dex. You have to be the one to take care of them and protect them. They'll be looking up to you."

Deckard nodded, a far too serious look on a face so young

~~~

"Oh! Hatts! Time to get up." Deckard knocked on the bedroom door and heard two small groans of despair reply. Chuckling, Deckard opened the door and poked his head in

The bedroom was nearly a mirror. One side, there were bookshelves filled with records and posters of musicians. Meanwhile, the other side had pictures of England's queens and several Godzilla figurines

Both sides had two small lumps sleeping away in their beds

"Owen, Hattie! Move yout arses!" Deckard huffed and turned on the light. Opening the door more, Deckard leaned against the doorframe as he watched his siblings finally wake up

Hattie was the first one as she dragged herself out of her bed. Her hair was sticking up at odd angles and her face was covered in sleeplines

"Do my hair?" She yawned loudly, almost obscuring her words

"Sure." Deckard chuckled and went further into the room. Sitting down on her bed, Deckard let her sit in his lap as he combed and braided her hair. "Oi! Owen, if you want the same, you need to wake up."

"Ugh, fine." The pile of blankets on his bed mumbled grumpily

Eventually, Owen finally got out of bed and started to move. Deckard wasn't surprised when he went towards Hattie's dresser and started pawing through he shirts

"I wanna wear the blue one today." Hattie called over to him

"Fine. I'll wear the purple." Owen replied and grabbed both shirts

Smiling, Deckard kept braiding

It was nice not having such a chaotic morning

~~~

"Give it back!"

"No! Get your own!"

"But that one is mine!"

More screaming and shouting greeted Deckard as he opened the front door of their house. Sighing, Deckard was already too exhausted from his part time job to deal with his siblings' arguments

Loudly closing the door behind him, Deckard was sad to see that the noise did nothing to stop his siblings from fighting, not even a second

Walking into the living room, Deckard wasn't surprised to see Owen and Hattie standing so close to each other that their foreheads were pressed together and screaming in each other's faces

"I stole this one fair and square! Go get yours!" Hattie shouted

"I stole that one! You got the other one!"

"No you didn't! You just lost yours and now want mine!"

Stepping into the room, Deckard scowled

"Oi!"

His shout made them both jump and whirl around to face him

"What is the bloody about?" Deckard demanded

"He's trying to take my bear!" Hattie pointed at Owen

"No!" He shouted back. "She took mine!"

Glancing between them, Deckard could see that they were fighting over a toy bear that they had stolen about a month ago. They had each stolen one

"Where's the other one?" Deckard asked

"She lost it!"

"He lost it!"

They said at the same time

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Deckard sighed

Who knew which one of them was lying

~~~

Picking up several empty glasses that had been filled with wine not too long ago, Luke looked up from his kitchen to see Owen and Hattie cuddling on the couch

He had been shocked fo hear that they had the same birthday. Their mother had been quite clever with conception it seemed

Putting the glasses in the sink, Luke saw Deckard walking in with several plates in his hands. Taking them, Luke nodded towards the drunk Shaws on his couch

"How much older is Owen anyway?"

"Only nine minutes." Deckard shrugged. "But he never lets Hatts hear the end of it."

Luke blinked

And did a double take of Owen and Hattie

"They're twins?!" He hissed

"Of course they bloody are," Deckard laughed

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend! I really enjoyed this idea!! I'd love to explore it more!

#shobbs #deckard shaw #owen shaw #hattie shaw #hobbs and shaw #luke hobbs #shaw sibs #shaw siblings #asks #omni answers #omni writes

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incorrect-spiderson · 4 years ago

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for the prompts, can i have peter and shuri or michelle (whichever you prefer) babysit Morgan?

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25350943

The Babysitters

Okay this took way too long but here you go lovie💕

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“Peter I’m not sending you to purgatory, I’m just asking you to babysit Morgan.”

The teenager groans and slumps over the side of the couch. “It might as well be the same thing!”, he whines, tossing his hands in the air. “I’ve watched Nemo at least twelve times this week!”

Tony rolls his eyes as he adjusts his tie. “She’s your sister Pete, and she’s six. Plus you’re the only one she’ll listen to besides The Wiggles.”

Peter huffs and adjusts his totally not pouty position. But after a second of thought he smiles. “Well then, I have one condition.”

Tony cocks and eyebrow and looks at his son through the mirror. “You have conditions for babysitting your sister now?”

“No, condition. One.”

“Mhm, and that would be...?”

“I want Shuri to come over.”

Tony turns to eye his son and gives him a smirk. “You want me to let you have a girl over? While you’re home alone with your sister?”

Peter’s face turns at least six different colors of red and screws up into the most disgusted look Tony could imagaine. “Dad- no that’s- ew stop it no Shuri is one of my best friends that’s just- you’re nasty.”

Tony laughs as he turns back to the mirror. “I know I know kiddo. Of course you can. Just be careful with that Trek teleporter thing that she made. I don’t want to get a call and find out that Morgan is in Siberia.”

Peter’s look of disgust instantly transforms into a smile as he stands up and hugs his dad. “Thanks dad! But uh.. shouldn’t you be going? I think moms been waiting in the car for like.. ten minutes.”

Tony’s expression turns from one of love to one of fear. He quickly adjusts the sleeve over his robotic arm and races towards the door mumbling something about thinking she was upstairs. He swipes his phone from the counter and opens the door. “Love you bambino! Tell Mo I love her!” He calls, then shuts the door and races off to the car.

Peter chuckles as he hears the car start up then zoom off towards the city. He turns and makes his way to the garage, slipping his phone out of his pocket to quickly message Shuri.

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spooderpete: Beam yourself up

shuriken: Why?

spooderpete: Babysitting Morgan, Dad said you could come over.

shuriken: Omw Scotty

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Peter puts his phone back in his pocket and flips on the lights in the garage. He makes his way down to the Trek Pad and switches it on. The device starts glowing in bright blue pulses, then it suddenly turns a deep purple. Then in the blink of an eye Shuri is standing before him.

Peter laughs. “Well, it works!”

Shuri scoffs, stepping off of the device and lightly slapping his arm. “Did you think it might not work? I built it! Of course it would work!”

“I mean if we go back to last week...”

“Last week does not count! Do you know how hard it is to create a small black hole?”

“Yes because I tried it with you.”

“I- shut up. Where’s your sista?”

Peter rolls his eyes. “She’s upstairs in her room, but you’re avoiding-”

Shuri sticks her finger in his face. “Not another word from you or I will beam myself back to Wakanda. I have something for her to see.”

The girl walks into the house and heads towards the stairs. Peter hurriedly follows as he closes up the garage. By the time he gets up the stairs, Shuri is already in Morgan’s room. He gently pushes open the door and is instantly met with the upside down face of a six year old girl.

“Hi petey!”, Morgan squeals. She gives him an upside down hug around the neck and giggles, “I’m just like you now!”

When his sister releases him she realizes that Shuri, who is also upside down, is standing behind her. Both girls are wearing glowing bands around their shoes and heads. The older girl smiles. “What? Now we can all hang out.”

Peter finally recovers from the shock of seeing an upside down child and joins them on the ceiling. “So... whats going on up here ladies.”

Morgan giggles. “We’re gonna have an Avengers Meeting!”

Shuri takes on a serious look and nods. “What are we battling today Morgan?”

The little girl gets serious as well. “From now on you call me Admiral Stark. We have to fight the evil fluff monsters from a parasail universe.”

Peter leans over and whispers in her ear. The girl sighs and rolls her eyes. “That’s what I said! Parasail!”

Peter sticks his hands up in defeat. “Okay okay! But Admiral Stark we’re going to need reinforcements. The evil fluff monsters are dangerous.”

Morgan thinks for a minute then nods. “You’re right Spiderman. Bring me to the ground! I need to go get the others!”

She reaches out for peter to grab her so he takes her by the arm pits and flips her over so she lands on the ground softly. Both teens watch upside down as she sprints off down the hall.

They did in silence for a moment before they both laugh. “Your sister is very imaginative. I figured she would like my Spider-bands.”

Peter raises a brow. “So how’d you make those? Are the headbands to keep the blood from rushing to your head?”

“Yes! It’s a very intricate process and it makes us able to-”

Morgan come sprinting back into the room with two arms full of action figures, dolls, and tape. Peter lifts her back onto the ceiling and makes sure the Spider-bands stick before releasing her. She crawls back over to her spot and sits criss-cross. They spend the next few minutes taping the dolls and action figures to the ceiling. Once the last doll is secure, Morgan starts ‘the meeting’.

“Spiderman, Shuri, I want you to meet the other Avengers.”

Morgan points to an Ironman figure with a tutu. “That’s Irondad.” She then point to a figure of Thor. “Thunder Poptart.” Then two stuffed birds. “Hawkeye and Pidgeon” A Barbie doll with red hair colored on by a marker. “Tasha”. Then a Cap figure. “And that’s Captain Assho-”

“MORGAN” Peter screeches before she can finish. “Do you know what dad would say if he heard you say that?”

The girl ponders for a second then smiles. “Dads not here so it doesn’t matter.”

Peter opens his mouth to protest, then shuts it with a sigh. “Whatever, just say butthead.”

Shuri giggles to the side and he rolls his eyes.

The ‘battle’ starts and soon enough there’s action figures and stuffed animals flying across the room. The game lasts about 30 minutes before Morgan grows bored and hungry.

Just as she makes Irondad punch the evil teddy bear she sighs. Dropping her toys to the ground she lets gravity make her arms sway above her head. “I’m hungry Petey... and I wanna watch a movie.”

Peter chuckles and lowers himself to the ground. “Yeah I figured Momo. Let’s get you down then you, me, and Shuri can go eat some pizza and watch a movie.”

Shuri flips down second and deactivates her devices. Both teens help Morgan off the ceiling and onto her bed. They all head down the stairs, Shuri and Morgan go into the kitchen to make the frozen pizza while Peter sets up the Netflix and gets out the blankets.

The three kids settle down on the couch. Morgan lays on the left, Peter sits in the middle, and Shuri lays to the right. They flip through multiple movies until Morgan, thankfully, picks Frozen II instead of Nemo. Peter gets up to get the pizza and drinks, then they start the movie.

They spend the rest of the night singing along to the movie, eating pizza, and eventually sleeping. Peter picks up his sleeping sister and carries her upstairs to her room. After he tucks her in he goes back downstairs to help Shuri clean up.

The teens pick up the left over pizza and plates. After they finish, they spend the rest of the night talking and coming up with tech designs. Shuri is in the middle of explaining a new gadget design when her kimoyo beads start glowing.

Shuri slumps into the couch. “I am guessing this is my brotha. I should go. Are we meeting next week?”

Peter sits up and stretches. “Oh yeah definitely. We have to build that real life Millennium Falcon.”

Shuri stands and walks towards the garage. “Of course! See you next week Peterman!” She throws up a peace sign and then leaves.

Peter sighs and lays back on the couch. Soon enough he’s drifting off. He barely even hears the door open and his parents lay a blanket over him. He smiles and lets himself drift off to into a peaceful sleep.

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Bonus:

Tony walks up stairs carefully so he doesn’t wake up his little girl. As he steps into her room he realizes that something.. isn’t quite right. He doesn’t have Peter’s spider sense but he has a dad sense.

And something is wrong. He swings the door open, searching for any threat. Then he hears it. A slight creaking, or even... peeling noise. He can’t tell where it comes from. But suddenly, it hits him.

Literally.

The Captain America figure falls off the ceiling and lands on Tony’s head. In a moment of fury he yells, “DAMN YOU CAPTAIN ASSHOLE!”

He spins when he hears a gasp. Morgan is sitting up right in her bed with a hand over her mouth. With a smile she says, “It’s okay daddy I won’t tell mom.”

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apexlegendsimagines · 5 years ago

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This Special Day Called Valentines

Bangalore:

-She isn’t one to be romantic but doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how

-She does it in her own special way, by letting herself sleep in with you. Her arm wrapped around your slumbering body

-When you both wake up, far later than usual, you two go out to lunch.

-While at lunch, she orders for you as she knows what you like down to the T.

-After Lunch, she takes you on a long walk through the park. Her way to get some form of exercise after lunch.

-But she is more than willing to join you at the play equipment, pushing you on the swing, running after you since you dubbed her ‘it’

-It’s so much fun, neither of you realized that it was already sunset. So you both make your way up a small hill to sit there, watching the sun reflect over the ripples in the pond below.

“Pop a smoke, everything’s unclear.. But when I’m with you, it all makes sense.”

Bloodhound:

-They don’t usually celebrate the holiday. But for you? It is an acceptation.

-Today is everything you want it to be and they happily traverse your world for the day.

-In this day, they are shown cheesy movies, candies, and they even let you paint Arthur’s claws pinks.

-As you both are watching an extremely cringe and cheesy movie, you don’t notice Bloodhound staring at you. Not with a mask, and not even with a half mask covering their nose and mouth. They simply stared at you. With admiration

-You are the only person they trust completely. Is is why they follow you into your world. Just as you have followed them into theirs.

“The Allfather blesses me with you. I will never take you for granted.”

Caustic:

-So he literally asks you to come down into the basement to help him with his studies.

-P.S he lets no one down there. Absolutely no one.

-Its main goal is to kill people, but it’s his way of letting you know that he wouldn’t dare think of killing you.

-After all, he’s let you know so much about him, that he almost trusts you completely.

-After a long day of work, and of you actually correcting some issues he has been having. He decides to take you out for something sweet.

-Well in his case, Lemon Drops. He prefers sweet and mostly sour but he lets you grab whatever you want from the candy story.

-Once you two are finished, he takes you by the hand, ensuring you’re on the inside of the sidewalk, and walks you back to your dorm.

-He thanks you for a lovely day and bids you a Good Night and Sweet Dreams

“I may rapidly approach Death. But I have all the time in the world for you.”

Crypto:

-He is not for celebrating holidays much anymore.

-But whenever you give him that doe eyed look, he can’t help but just at least lay down some ground rules.

-No pictures. No posts on social media. And most certainly no drawing attention.

-You ease him by explaining that everyone will be with their significant other, what’s another couple?

-But you concede and you don’t choose anywhere that will draw attention.

-A private booking at a local restaurant. One of those places that will take the people to the back. You two enjoy delicious food. And Crypto even shares some of his favorite dish with you.

-It’s no paparazzi surprise, but somehow, aka Pathfinder, you find pictures of you and a bit of crypto’s arm online. Shared over 28k times within the hour.

-Crypto swears to get path back for it. But he stops once he sees you beaming at the comments and theories. They’re fun to read at least.

“I am off the grid, you’re a risk to my mission. But you’re worth it.”

Gibraltar:

-He is just a big ball of love and you adore it. He’s like a warm blanket but instead, a pillow!

-You two stay in bed for the majority of the day and only really get up for necessities.

-One of those being to pick up the pizza from the delivery guy.

-You both rock,paper,scissors to get out of bed.

-Even though Rock trumps Scissors, he still gets up to pay and hand deliver.

-Along with the order is a supper sweet and sugary treat that was baked at the place and your favorite drink.

-He makes sure to serve you as much as you want and holds you close whenever you’re feeling the after feed sleeps.

-You two watch Friends and often laugh at the situations the characters find themselves in. Since they seem like stuff your friends would get into

-You both end the perfect day with a kiss goodnight.

“I gotchu for the rest of my life brotha.”

Lifeline:

-Today is kinda about the both of you. But she can’t stop all of the emergencies that everyone has.

-So even though she has this day planned, she is great fun you are patient with her and the dummies who hurt themselves.

-When Octane is bleeding from his shoulder because he landed wrong from his jump pad and landed onto debris, she is thankful that you follow her to where he is to get him fixed up.

-When Path is a bit broken because of Revenants rage, she goes to scold Revenant for hurting Path and she fixed Path as best as she can.

-At the end of the day, the list was thrown out since dinner was picked up and taken back home.

-She also appreciates that you give her a back massage since she has been running around trying to help people

“It’s others loss that they don’t have you.”

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a-day-in-the-life-of-a-brotha · 4 years ago

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4-26-21 My Father’s Birthday

4:00 a.m.- I started my day by hitting the snooze button on my phone, at least 3 times. I normally wake up at 4 a.m. via my job schedule starting at 6a.m. AND i like to meditate (breathe Larry breathe) AND I don’t like to rush with being on time to work. Immediately after my shower (s**t, shave, shower is my order) the phone rings...”What up babes” is how I answer...it’s Dani...my Love. I can’t say she’s my new Love (it’s only been a few weeks of knowing her), I’ve known her for thousands of years.

4:30 a.m.- Playful banter with Dani...”How’d you sleep?”, “Did you dream?”...sweet nothings, and affirmations spoken. We start our mornings with relaying two good things about our lives, before we talk about the complaints of life.

5:20 a.m.- I’m at 7-11. Dani is still on the phone, attached to my ears via the corded earphones I keep (them airpods I had stopped working).

Frustration #1; The early morning cashier. I get Newport 100 box EVERYDAY from the same 7-11, and usually the same cashier. Everyday I ask for “Newport 100 box please.” And everyday he ask “Which ones?” I repeat myself as he goes to stand where the jacks (cigarettes in DC vernacular) are and, points to the ones he thinks I want. “No...no...no...to the left...YES!” This occurs daily. I even went off one day saying “I come in here EVERY morning and I get the SAME thing!” To no avail....

6 a.m.-2:30 p.m.- Work. It was a normal day...hard work, manual labor, ignorant shop banter, 30 min lunch, fussing and cussing, lunch, work, chill, I’m off.

3:15 p.m.- I’m on the phone with Dani my Love, she got off of work around the same time. I’m at Game Stop because my beloved PlayStation 4 started in safe mode and I need a USB cord.

Frustration #2 The cashier. Hey look, I’m a big black guy with a big stomach soooo...yeah. This guy is wider than me, his fat is looser than mines, he’s smart...but the way he looks at me and the energy he emits (I’m wholeheartedly in tune with my energy and others) says “What in the fuck does this red, black, and green Kufi wearing, manual labor (I had my work/prison uniform on) working ass, want?” “He couldn’t possibly know anything about real gaming, he must be in here for his child.” Now he didn’t literally say this, those were my thoughts...I may have been wrong. After I spoke “Hello”...he stood there. I said “Hello” again, forcefully this time. He spoke back, calmed down, and answered my questions thoroughly. The service was cool in the end.

3:50 p.m.-5. Below. I need a flash drive. Game stop big man suggested 5Below. No frustrations here...cashier admitted that they didn’t know what a flash drive was...but walked me to the electronic section (which I already rifled through). I appreciate the honesty and at least she tried.

4:13 p.m.-After a medium (I never get mediums) fry and some funnel cake fries from Checkers, on the phone with Dani still, I was sitting in front of Staples after a suggestion from an older brotha to go there for a flash drive.

Frustration #3 The afternoon cashier. Sooo I find a flash drive, I asked a guy who had the stature of a manager. Got it...went to the cashier. “Hello” I said....no response, no eye contact. She turns around and talks to the other employee about needed IG pennies. “You know what...I’m never coming back to this store.” “Ok...I don’t care!” Was her reply. I frustratingly asked for the manager...said fuck it...and walked out. I contemplated going back in to get my money..:but I just left. On to the next store where I KNOW some frustration is.

4:45 p.m.-Safeway. Greenbelt. My (closest) Store. There is a white dude cashier, at self check out, that always watches me with piercing foul eyes.

Frustration #4 Self check out cashier. That one time an item didn’t scan an item and I realized it after looking at the screen, went to go scan the item and “You didn’t scan that item!” was blurted aggressively in my ear. “Nigga I know!” It’s been a problem with me and him ever since. He was there when I went to self check out today...I purposefully blocked his vision, so he couldn’t see what I was scanning. He’s a frail white guy with glasses...what you think a nerd would look like. I talked to myself aloud, making sure he herd me...”why in the FUCK does he always watch me...I ain’t never stole SHIT out of this store...I should though!” Dani is till in my ear. I left...that’s it.

5:10 p.m.-I’m home, in the parking lot, waiting, chilling before I go in per normal. Dani is in my ear and we are having the most jovial, nothing, conversation...Love...ya know. All of a sudden “Bitch, Fuck you Bitch!” was exclaimed in the distance. I jump out of the car...

Frustration #4 The woman beater. I see a man and woman in each other’s face arguing. Be pushes her...my adrenaline pumps hard. “Aye slim don’t you put your hands on her!” He backs away still defaming her name. He gets in his car rides off, comes back...defames her name more. For a minute he was looking at me...fussing. “You talking to me?” I exclaim. He wasn’t...judging by his eyes cowering.

5:35 p.m.- Home. Mr. Willie gave me some chips for my twins (whom weren’t home)...he left quickly when the argument ensued. I understood. I walked into my home...solace. That’s it.

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 29 of 30]

Summary: Erik and the merc head over to do the London heist and Yani accepts new gifts...

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"The brotha's got this complex occupation The brotha's got this complex occupation The brotha's got this complex occupation

Me and this baby gon' be up all night long Walkin' this wood flo' 'til my man gets home I'm at the front do', I'm listening by the phone But I'm gon' be here with my make-up on It's been a long time since my man been gone But when he get here, you know I won't be gone Because I love him, love him strong Me and this baby gon' be up all night long…"

Erykah Badu—"Danger"

Erik wiped down the modified BCM Reece 14 KMR-A. It was an expensive AR-15. He added an M203 grenade launcher with vibranium alterations. The weapon was a polished obsidian dream in his hands. He had to be prepared for the Black Panther. His own blood relative. Tainted blood.

Linda sat across from him cleaning the other weapons they were bringing with them to Korea. The closer they got to their departure date, the more serious she became. He still found it excruciating to be near her, but he treated her like he treated his past military unit that he hated, just neutral all the way.

Klaue walked into the den a watched them prepare the weaponry. Erik took that moment to grab some papers he held in a folder.

"I need you to sign these so I can get the Cessna."

"Seventy-Five thousand?" Klaue groaned.

"I can get you a new one for Three-Hundred Thousand. It's your money."

"Fine, fine."

Klaue used his alias and didn't even look at the paperwork. Just signed where Erik told him to sign and picked up the AR-15 from the work table.

"You missed your calling. You could make a killing modifying weapons full time."

"I'd get bored too quick."

Klaue's eyes looked past him and onto the viewscreen above the fireplace. He turned up the volume. Erik and Linda stared at it with him.

A weather report indicated the return of the hurricane season. And a large category 4 was headed for the islands along the Atlantic.

"I'm sure you battened down the hatches in St. Thomas, Killmonger?"

"Lock stock and barrel."

At last. A tell on Linda's face. A faint blink of her eyes. Erik caught her eyes with his as she picked up another weapon to clean.

"Looks like it'll be a bad one. Hope Our Lady is prepared for it. One of the pitfalls of island life."

Erik felt his midsection tighten. The last hurricane season had been a lucky one. He wiggled his fingers and kept the focus on the radar images and the predicted touch down points. He'd keep an eye on it. Climate change had made life tricky for people globally. It concerned Erik, but he pressed on and picked up a new weapon to inspect and clean.

Linda stared at him and his face felt open and vulnerable with worry. He looked away from her.

###

"Jesus, you can't be still can yuh?"

Yani pressed her hand into her side. The baby was moving too much for her to get fully comfortable. She sat with her legs lifted up with an ottoman in Twyla's house. Boxes stood unopened around her and she was pleased with the one small box she was able to unpack.

Moving in with Twyla had been a sound financial decision. Her lease to the apartment had become month to month, and Nannette was able to find a new roommate easily. Yani's rent money would help pay Twyla's mortgage, and in exchange, Twyla was able to work fewer hours at her job and watch Sydette so Yani could continue taking summer classes with a full course load. She didn't let her pregnancy stop her from finishing up a summer session. Her medical plans were revamped to include an additional two years to finish her degree. Her mind was set on getting into a residency program by the time the new baby was three. Her grades were exceptional but more important than school-Sydette becoming herself again.

The new baby seemed to focus her daughter's anxiety and fears, and Sweet Pea blossomed once more, so excited to welcome the new dumpling.

"Be still, just for fifteen minutes, please," Yani said to her already big tummy.

Sydette ran over to her and patted her stomach.

"Go to sleep," Sydette said.

"Listen to Sweet Pea, Dumplin'."

"Mama, yuh feet so big."

"A little swelling, love."

Sydette rubbed Yani's left foot.

"Fatty feet!" Sydette giggled.

"You gave me fat feet when you were in mi belly."

"No, I didn't!" Sydette said with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, yuh did."

The doorbell rang and Yani didn't feel like getting up from her seat.

"Get the door, Sweet Pea. Ask who it is."

Sydette ran to the door.

"Who is it? What yuh want?"

"Sydette—"

"Your Daddy."

Sydette's face beamed.

"Can you twist the button?"

"Yes, Mama. I can do it."

The main bolt on the door was left unlocked for Twyla, but Sydette was able to turn the bottom lock.

Chez stepped into the room and scooped Sydette up in his arms.

"Detty!"

Chez tickled her stomach and Sydette laughed and tried to keep his hands from tickling her further.

"Her bag is by the door," Yani said trying to get up,

"Stay where you are. I got it," he said.

Picking up Sydette's weekend bag, Chez walked near Yani.

"You look big, gyal."

"Thanks, a lot," she said.

"I'm teasing. I'll bring her back early on Sunday."

"Okay."

"Twyla home?"

"No. She'll be back in a few hours? Why?"

"I know she's looking for a car. Wanted to see if she'd want mine."

"You selling it? Thought you loved that car."

Chez put Sydette down and raised up Yani's feet as he sat on the ottoman. He rested her legs on his lap and rubbed her feet for her.

"I'm moving to Florida. Found a good-paying factory job. Good hours. I can still make music. Perform in Miami and on the East coast. It's too expensive to ship my car over. Cheaper to get another car later when I get settled. Money will be tight for a couple of months, but I'll get Sydette's child support to you as soon as can. I have a better shot there."

Yani glanced over at Sydette who held the straps to her weekend bag on her shoulders.

"When are you leaving?"

"Next month."

Yani felt her forehead.

"You should have told us sooner, Chez."

"I just got the call. I have to go where the money is, gyal. You know that. I stay here and you'll bust my ass for not having my full child support."

He held his hands out for Sydette and she skipped over to him and rested her chest on Yani's legs.

"I'm sorry I won't be here to take Detty on the weekends. I can send for her with my sister and keep her at the end of the year once I'm settled—"

"No, this new one will be here then and I need my girl with me."

Yani scratched her belly. Chez stared at her hand.

"Ooh," Yani sighed while shifting her legs on Chez.

"Kicking?"

"Too much," she said.

Yani took in Chez's face. He looked hopeful. Ready to test his wings away from the island. It was bad enough having Sydette lose Killmonger. Now she was losing her biological father to distance and a chance at a better life.

"We will miss you," she said.

Chez's eyes seemed to spark at her words. She saw his eyes well up and she was surprised to see him cover his face with his hand.

"Chez," she whispered.

Sydette crawled up onto Yani's legs and touched her father's face.

"I'm alright Detty," he said lifting her weight off of Yani.

Yani moved her legs from the ottoman and rubbed Chez's back.

"I'm okay, Yani. You ready, Detty?"

"Yes!"

Chez stood with Sydette in his arms. Yani picked up her daughter's bag and handed it back to him.

"We'll talk later, yeah?" Yani said.

"I'll call you next week with more information. I'll be staying with my Uncle until I get my own place there. Say bye, Detty!"

"Bye, Mama."

"Give me kiss."

Sydette leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

"Give Dumplin a kiss."

Chez held Sydette upside down as peals of laughter erupted from her. She kissed Yani's belly.

Watching her daughter leave with Chez, Yani thought of how life changed in the blink of an eye all the time. She rested a hand on her stomach as she stood in the doorway tracking Chez helping Sydette into his car.

"Bye!" Sydette called while waving her hand.

"Bye, Sweet Pea. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

When they left, Yani stood and let the sun warm her face. The baby tumbled and then seemed to settle.

"I wish your daddy was here, Dumplin."

Patting her belly, Yani closed the door trying her best not to dwell on Killmonger for too long.

###

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck!

Sitting at a table inside a small Swedish café waiting for a sandwich and some decent coffee, Erik's eyes were glued to the tablet in his hand.

"Holy shit," Klaue said staring at Erik's device.

Other people in the café were staring at cell phones or their computers.

Erik couldn't believe it and he felt a cold dragging on his stomach.

He was already agitated watching King T'Chaka receive praise for his rousing speech giving support to signing the Sokovia Accords. The Avengers had made a deadly mess in Nigeria and over one hundred nations decided they needed to be regulated and controlled, and King T'Chaka's words were splashed all over the press. Public and private superheroes and other enhanced humans had to come forward and be counted, tracked, and given permission to act for good in the future. Erik was sure more vigilantes would break out, but he didn't give a fuck because Wakanda was the only thing he wanted. Once he had his father's nation in his hand, he would blow all these enhanced fools out of the water. Take them out if they couldn't bow down to him.

All Erik wanted to do was eat the perfect open-faced smoked-salmon sandwich and spend time out of the house and away from Linda and Limbano. He hadn't planned on watching his Uncle speak at the Vienna International Centre until Klaue told him that the King of Wakanda was on tv.

Regal, gray-haired, with glasses that gave him a gentle grandfatherly look, T'Chaka Udaku told the world how Ultron stole their vibranium and how his country would not stand by and let injustices continue.

The fucking audacity.

And just like that, Erik and the world watched the room explode and the cameras cut to news footage outside. Erik wanted to yell and jammed his nails into his hands to keep himself in his seat as he saw his grip on justice slip from his fingers.

Klaue's face was stuck in the firm grip of shock.

"This is going to change some things, Killmonger," Klaue said.

Words and images flew online fast and the explosion was quickly labeled a terrorist attack.

"There will be a lot of dead in that room, mate."

Rooted in his seat, it was confirmed soon enough.

King T'Chaka Udaku was dead.

Erik stormed out of the café and walked aimlessly through the street for half an hour. His personal cell blew up and when he looked to see who it was, he answered it.

"Uncle Bakari."

"Have you heard?"

"Yes."

"Are you alright? Where are you?"

Erik stopped walking and let the familiar sound of home focus him.

"I'm in Europe now. Saw the news in a café."

"How are you feeling, Nephew?"

"I don't feel nothin'…nothin' at all."

His Uncle knew he was lying. Erik's voice sounded heavy. Brittle.

"Erik…that was your Uncle, your father's brother—"

"That man ain't shit to me!"

People walking past Erik moved around him quickly because of his tone. He headed back to the café.

"I gotta go," Erik said.

"Call me later…if you want to talk. Shavonne and I are here for you."

"Okay."

Erik swiped his phone and he checked his other cell. Two texts from Klaue.

"Hey man, I'm heading back to the café. Had to take a call from home."

"I thought you were taking this explosion a little too hard, mate," Klaue said.

"Like you said, changes some things, but we'll work around it."

"I had the shop put your food in a to-go box. I'm heading back to the house. See you there."

"Cool."

Erik ignored the café and kept walking. His left hand pressed against the left side of his waist in the space he had saved to carve King T'Chaka into his skin. Stolen from him. Whoever the fuck killed his Uncle would feel his wrath eventually, but now Erik had to deal with T'Challa taking the throne.

Erik halted.

His cousin would have to take his father's body back to Wakanda. That would end all of his travels for the next few months. He'd be where Erik wanted him to be. Birnin Zana. The golden city. The terrorists had cheated Erik of one Udaku, but they had also made his endgame easier so he could have the other one. Losing his father in a violent way would have T'Challa rattled, he was sure of that. Erik knew what that felt like. A rattled King would also be a weak King. A distracted King. One who could easily be beaten.

Erik still felt a heaviness in his chest. There was fiery anger there. Something was stolen from him once more. King T'Chaka had escaped his due punishment and it sucked the energy out of Erik. When he returned to their hideout, he climbed the stairs ignoring everyone else and went to his room, throwing himself on his bed. His mind wouldn't let his body rest and he stayed up all night clenching and unclenching his fists. He tugged on the silver chain around his neck until his fingers clasped onto his father's ring.

###

The museum added additional security two days before the opening of the African Antiquities exhibit.

Linda was able to get a job as a barista there and spent a day walking the entire museum taking more secretive photos to make sure nothing had changed since Erik had surveyed it the previous year. She kept her eye on the lead curator, a grim-lipped white woman with an elitist attitude toward employees.

They hid in a flat less than a mile away from the museum. Erik planned logistics with Klaue and Limbano was able to locate a decommissioned ambulance for cheap purchase from a scrapyard. He also procured EMT uniforms for himself and Klaue.

"That woman is a fucking tyrant!"

Linda stormed into the apartment carrying take out from the corner pub. She went into her bedroom and changed clothes before rushing back out to finish her rant.

"I have never met a person with a stick so far up their ass—"

"Cutthroat museum director getting your dander up again?" Klaue heckled.

Erik and Klaue watched her fume near the window.

"She just does shit to pick on people…for no reason! Every fucking day she gets the same coffee from my section. We know how to make her beverage because she instructs us explicitly down to the most finite detail…and yet…it's never the right way. She's just contrarian for shits and giggles. Jesus, I don't know how regular people can take that day after day."

"But she always comes to you, right?" Erik asked.

"Yeah."

Erik stood up and walked over to her. Reaching into his pocket he handed her a small plastic two-inch bag. A yellowish-white powder sat inside of it.

"What is this meth?" Linda joked.

"On D-Day, put this in her coffee cup. Don't touch it with your hands."

"Fast-acting?"

"Nah. Slow burn. Timing is everything. The moment she sips, you hit me up."

Linda pocketed the poison and grabbed her take out container. She scarfed down a sausage sandwich.

"The plane is ready for Busan," Erik said.

"Limbano will take it over and secure housing," Klaue said.

"I have enough surveillance footage looped. Their security is very sensitive, so you will have a little over an hour to get in and out without them suspecting anything on their feed," Linda said.

Klaue stared at his phone.

"I'm trying to get some intel on Jo'Burg, but Huntsman has been avoiding me," he said.

Another tell.

Linda took a large bite of her sandwich and then wiped her lips as she stared at Klaue attempting to contact the dead merc. There was a lack of confidence in her eyes. A hint of…worry? When she stopped looking at Klaue her eyes darted up and Erik stood in front of her with a can of beer in his hand.

"Maybe he has another gig that he can't get out of," Erik said.

Linda's face froze, but then she reached for the beer and took it from him. He reached into her take-out container and grabbed a few fried chips. Popping them in his mouth, he kept his gaze on her, until she stood up to throw away her empty container.

"Well I need him," Klaue said.

Linda left the room and Erik turned on his laptop and studied the museum layout. The moment Linda fed the poison to the curator, Erik would have to maneuver himself into the exhibit hall, find the vibranium, and make sure the curator stayed near him. Reconnaissance video showed that she hovered throughout the space ninety-percent of the time, and if she was anal about her coffee, she would be anal about hawking his Black ass when he lingered around the room. Once she was down, they'd terminate distractors and make a body switch out into the ambulance smuggling out the vibranium. He just needed to find it quickly.

He switched his screen to the online exhibit brochure and paid attention to the pieces he suspected would be laden with the good stuff.

"What's going on with Bonnie?" Klaue asked.

"Bonnie?"

Klaue pointed to him.

"You're Clyde…she's Bonnie…for fucks sake. Bonnie and Clyde?"

Erik rolled his eyes.

"You two getting along?"

"Yeah."

"She seems distant…not distant…more like preoccupied."

Erik shrugged.

"She seems normal to me."

"Keep an eye on her."

"You getting bad vibes or something?"

"Not sure. I feel like she tiptoes around you. The usual banter between you two seems forced. Not as playful as it used to be."

"I think she's stressed because we are dealing with the C.I.A. now. A lot more hoops to jump through with them once we arrive in Busan."

"I don't think that's it."

"Want me to ask her what's up?"

"Yeah. If things are shaky—"

"I'll take care of it if it is."

Klaue patted Erik's thigh in an off-hand gesture as he stood up.

"Good boy," he said walking over to the window and pulling out a cigar from his shirt pocket.

###

Erik pulled on the non-prescription glasses once he arrived by taxi to the museum.

He made sure to pass by Linda's coffee cart as he strolled into the building. She had already looped the security feed. The morning crowd was gone and the afternoon patrons trickled in. A free public lecture on Benin art attracted a large crowd. He tapped an earbud in his right ear.

"Miss Sunshine has sipped her special brew," Linda said, "she's heading your way."

Erik slowed down and pretended to be interested in an oil painting. The museum director took another sip of her coffee and spotted Erik lingering. He eased away from the painting and headed toward the West African exhibit area. From his peripheral, he saw the director locked on him along with some suited security that tried to look discreet.

The moment he entered the exhibit hall, he steered himself to a glass exhibit displaying a few masks and metal spears. His vibram tattoo didn't itch, and the reflection of the glass showed the director's approach. Another white man in a suit and tie watched him also, his fingers clasped in front of him.

"Good morning, how can I help you?"

Her voice sounded annoyed. Erik turned his head to the left and looked at her with a smile on his face. Her eyes saw his gold slugs and he saw the internal shift she made to deal with him.

"I'm just checkin' out these artifacts. They tell me you're the expert"

"Ah, you could say that…"

Erik skillfully nudged her toward the display he was after. The itch in his gums let him know he had hit jackpot when he read the title cards. Aunt Serah was a fucking boss. Vibranium hidden as a mislabeled Fula hammer. Ole girl rubbed her stomach. Erik knew the poison was waking up in her body. She sounded so confident telling him where she thought the hammer came from. The bitch probably worked Aunt Serah's nerves.

"Nah…"

Her eyes glared at him and her mouth gave a small quirk as if she wanted to burp but couldn't.

"I beg your pardon," she said, her voice sounding surprised.

Erik gave her a quick once over.

"It was taken by British soldiers in Benin, but it's from Wakanda…and it's made out of vibranium."

The rasp in his voice startled her and she clutched her stomach a little harder.

Erik smirked.

"Don't trip, I'ma take it off your hands for you."

"These items aren't for sale."

She elongated the word sale in a way meant to put Erik in his place. The slow rise of heated anger rose in his gut. Fucking thieves.

"How do you think your ancestor's got these? You think they paid a fair price? Or did they take it like they took everything else?"

The bite in his voice startled her. He saw one of the security men inch closer to them.

"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave…"

Her voice stopped and she looked toward her minions as she coughed. Erik stepped in close and whispered in her ear.

"You got all this security in here watching me…ever since I walked in. But you ain't checkin' for what you put in your body."

The director gasped and looked at her coffee cup.

"Klaue and Limbano are in position," Linda said in his ear.

Erik smiled.

"C'mon mate…"

A security guard tugged on Erik's jacket, pulling him away from the distressed director.

"I think she might not be feelin' too good…"

The director dropped like a pile of bricks hitting the floor.

"Jam those phones, Linda," Erik whispered.

Erik called for help loudly as three security men surrounded the director on the floor.

"Klaue, Limbano…you're on deck," Linda said.

Less than five minutes later Klaue and Limbano came running in with a stretcher.

"Step back please, gents, step back please," Klaue yelled.

The guards ushered museum-goers toward the exit in the opposite direction. Erik lingered and watched Klaue.

Pistols with high-grade silencers were used to take out two of the guards. Klaue toyed with the third giving the man false hope of survival.

"You can go, but just don't tell anyone, alright?"

Klaue winked at the guard and the man took off running. He let him get twenty feet away before he nickeled the man's brains. The body fell hard.

"Bruh, why you ain't just shoot him right here?"

"Because it's better to leave the crime scene more spread out…makes us look like amateurs."

"I'll meet you guys outside," Linda said in his ear.

"Let's do this," Erik said, guiding Klaue to the vibranium.

Klaue took off the glove on his prosthetic hand and held it up to the exhibit. A sonic pulse shattered the glass and Klaue grabbed the Wakandan hammer. He used his pulse sensors to gently shake off centuries of rust and grit and history. He smelled the metal and laughed.

"You better sell that quick."

"Oh it's already sold," Klaue said bragging. He broke the handle off of the tool and glanced at Limbano to move.

A mask caught Erik's eyes.

He moved over to the standing display and leaned down to look it over carefully.

Regal horns crowned the top as intricate and very detailed carving told a bold story on the blue and steel gray stained wood. The title card said "Warrior Mask, Benin 17th Century". Erik snatched the mask off the metal rod it sat on.

"You're not telling me that's vibranium too, eh?"

"Nah, I'm just feelin' it."

###

Yani's favorite part of laundry day was pulling clean clothes out of the dryer and then folding them. Especially when she tossed in a laundry freshener sheet and everything smelled extra clean.

A clean rain fell outside as she put away Sydette's clothes and her own. She had even washed some of her daughter's old newborn outfits that she would use for Dumplin.

Sydette was sound asleep on her bed in the room she shared with Yani, and once everything was put away, Yani waddled out to the living room where Twyla was braiding Leona's hair and watching tv.

Yani stepped into the kitchen to make herself some fresh cocoa on the stove. She put milk in a saucepan on low and closed the kitchen window. The baby was resting easy inside of her. The day had been a calm one lugging that child inside of her around. One day she would see her feet again and be reacquainted with her toes.

"Yani!"

Twyla's loud shriek startled her and Yani moved as fast as she could back into the living room. Leona was grabbing the remote from Twyla and turning the sound up. The BBC news was on. Klaue's picture took up half the screen on the wall.

"Them find his body," Leona said.

"Shh! Let's hear it," Twyla hissed.

A British-Indian woman anchor told a horrible narrative and Yani wanted to cover her ears, but she stood with a heavy belly, wide-eyed and mouth open as the world was informed that the notorious arms dealer, Ulysses Klaue of South Africa, was found dead in Korea with two others. A woman. And another man. All of Klaue's business was put out into the world and even Twyla's face showed shock because of what the man was accused of doing for so many years. Killing. Arms dealing. Illegal transactions all over the world.

It was all sordid and nasty and so much more horrifying seeing it on the tv.

Killmonger was part of that, and now—

"Yani!"

Twyla moved away from the chair Leona sat in and grabbed Yani's shoulders and eased her onto the couch.

"I'm okay, I just felt a little faint," Yani said.

The headline news moved on to other things and Leona turned down the sound and switched channels.

"They didn't say his name," Yani insisted out loud.

"Calm down," Twyla said.

"They just said Klaue, and then a man and a woman. And there were no photos of him."

Her voice took on a pleading quality.

"Something's burning," Leona said rushing into the kitchen.

"Him not dead. He can't be—"

"They didn't say his name, so no one knows."

"I can look online."

Yani tried to get up, but her weight made it hard to move quickly enough. She felt the baby kicking her side and she gasped. The sharpness hurt. She had upset Dumplin.

"Relax cuz. Be easy, yeah?"

Yani nodded and leaned back.

"Whatever you were trying to make, that milk is ruined," Leona said.

Yani closed her eyes.

Please let me know you're okay, man.

Other news channels that mentioned Klaue only said the same thing. He was shot and killed and found in Korea. Two other bodies with him.

There was nothing Yani could do. Fretting about it would just get her worked up and the baby would feel it. So she focused on getting through the rest of the day with Sydette. Dinner. Bath time. Storytelling time. Sleep.

Yani curled her body around soft pillows and tried to rest her mind. She had to accept not knowing for sure. In the middle of the night, she lumbered out of bed and went to the living room to look on her laptop for any more information. Just various networks giving brief mentions, and then just as quick as the story came…it went.

A week went by and nothing new was reported. Her Aunt was now unemployed permanently from the man. And poor Jerome. Who would spoil him now if they couldn't walk onto the compound anymore? He would think that everyone abandoned him.

So silly. To worry about an iguana as much as she worried about her baby's father.

She touched her chest as her face grew tight. None of her children had their fathers in their life at that moment. Sydette would see Chez eventually in a few months, but Dumplin? Dumplin just had her.

She groaned and lowered her head. Breathing through her mouth she squeezed her hands into fists.

"Oh Lord," she whispered out loud.

She placed her right hand under her stomach.

"Twyla," she called out.

She stood up from the chair in the kitchen.

"Twyla."

"Yeah?"

Her cousin twisted her hair as she stepped into the room.

Yani grabbed a cup and poured water into it from a bottle. She concentrated on swallowing every drop and then turned to face her cousin.

"Dumplin is coming."

"Right now?"

"My contractions are now about thirty minutes apart. I've been keeping track all day."

"All day? You've been in labor all day?"

Twyla's face was bewildered.

"This is baby number two, remember?"

Yani grinned but Twyla's face was still frozen with surprise.

"I'll call Auntie and your Mom."

"Good. I'm going to walk a bit and track my progress while I call my doctor."

"Okay."

Twyla ran to the living room and Yani walked into her bedroom. Sydette was on her bed playing with her dolls.

"Hey, Sweet Pea. Go put your jacket and shoes on. Dumplin is coming."

Sydette's face lit up and she gave a loud whoop as she scrambled to find her shoes.

Yani held both sides of her stomach as she looked down at it.

"Hold on. Give me some time to get to the hospital, yeah?"

Sydette ran out of the room.

"Auntie! Auntie! The baby is coming!"

Yani smiled.

"Take your time, Dumplin. No rush, love. I'm here for you."

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She was so tired.

By the time the last relative left the house and Sydette was put to bed sound asleep, Yani was able to sit in her new rocking chair and feed the baby. Fourth day home with the newborn and every relative had finally gotten a chance to see the bad man on the hill's child.

Dumplin.

Erik Paradise Galiber-Stevens.

Affectionately known as Riki by the rest of the family.

Nine pounds, four ounces.

Twyla took one look at him and exclaimed, "Dumplin? Tuh, this child is a beef patty."

The boy had the lustiest cry when he came out from between Yani's legs. Twyla cried the entire time she held Yani's hand in her private maternity room. Sydette had a side seat to watch everything and she was a better coach than her cousin. Her mother held Sydette and when her baby brother came out heavy and healthy, Sweet Pea shouted, "Don't cry, I'll help you!"

She had to have stitches, but she was glad that the birth wasn't as labor intensive as Sydette's had been. By the time she was rolled into the hospital to have him, Riki was out three hours later. Fat, vibrant, and restless. Arms and legs constantly moving like he had somewhere to go.

"Are you still sure about 'Paradise'?" Twyla said watching her breastfeed her son.

"What's wrong with that for a middle name? He was conceived in paradise and I want him to know that. What do you think it should be?"

"Lil Big Nigga—"

"Shut up!"

"He on them titties like his Daddy—"

"Twyla!"

"You know it's true."

"Nasty."

"Runs in the family. Before I forget—"

Twyla walked into her room and came back with a handful of mail.

"This all came to Auntie's house addressed to you. It was forwarded from your old place. All your bills."

Yani tilted Riki's head back and wiped his lips.

"Can you burp him for me?"

Yani took the mail as Twyla took the baby.

"Oh, stop fussing, you can have them titties again in a minute, greedy boy. Yuh Mama not going anywhere…Yani…what is it?"

"This came from Korea."

Yani felt her heart patter a little faster.

The manilla envelope had a typed address label on it for her apartment. The return address was written in Korean. The stamped date was recent. Five days previous.

"Open it," Tywla encouraged.

Yani took her time tearing open the flap. She took a deep breath and pulled out several sheets of heavy paper. She stared at them, looking over every single one carefully. When she lifted her eyes up to Twyla, she could barely breathe.

"Yuh scaring me cuz."

Yani was still in pain from having the baby, so she couldn't jump up like she wanted. She opened her mouth but she couldn't get words out.

"Yani…fuck…what is it?"

"Me and Auntie…"

"You and Auntie what?"

"We own the compound. These are deeds to all three houses."

Yani stared at the thick papers.

"Auntie gets the first house. I get Klaue's house, and we both share the middle house. It's the fucking deeds. We own everything free and clear."

"Yuh fucking lying!"

Riki whimpered from the volume of Twyla's voice.

"Killmonger did this. I know it. It's Klaue's signature on the transfer of everything, but…this is Killmonger."

Yani stared at her newborn son, his silky curls, button nose, full lips, and bright brown eyes so perfect. So much like his father.

"Dumplin, your Daddy gave us everything."

Part 30 Conclusion HERE

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