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lordabovehelpme · 4 years ago

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Spooky Day- Din Djarin x Reader

(Lovely moodboard by the amazing @jedi-jesi !!!)

Request: For dfwl, what if one of the kids ask din and reader about their childhood. Like this is gonna be a little sad bust fluffy, also I just wanna know more about tiny din and tiny paz adventures in dumbas*erry or even dins happiest memories back when his parents were alive? Thankyou!! Its probably gonna be a lil sad but hopefully not TOO sad yknow. Thankyou so much!!I love your writing

A/n: Yess, tiny Din and tiny Paz are my favroite little bros! I love writing for them. Hope you enjoy!

This is the next part of my Days Filled with Love Series, you can find the first part here. :)

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“Mommy?” Myles hushed voice wakes you from your slumber.

“Hmm?” Opening your eyes, you look over to the side of your bed.

“I had a bad dream. Can I snuggle?” He doesn’t even wait for your response before he lifts the blanket and crawls under it. Lifting his fathers hand from where it drapes across your waist, and tucking himself into your side.

You wrap your arm around him and slowly comb through his curls. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head and turns around to face your body, then places his own arm where your husbands had just been.

“Okay, just try to go to sleep then.”

A groan falls from the mandalorian as he stirs. His head lifts from where it was tucked into your chest. One of his eyes lazily opens and finds your son at your hip.

“What’s wrong bud?”

“He had a bad dream.” Using your other hand, you pull him back into his spot and silently beg for the two of them to just go back to sleep.

He murmurs out a “oh” but you can tell it hadn’t really processed in his tired brain.

“Mommy, can you hold me?” Myles voice is quiet and uneasy, whatever was in his dream obviously has shaken him.

“Of course.” Pushing your husband over onto his back, much to his dismay which he signifies with a loud groan, you roll and wrap both arms around Myles, pulling him close into your arms. He sighs happily and squirms a little, trying to find the perfect comfortable position.

You press a kiss to his shaggy curls and give him one last squeeze before settling down and trying to fall back into your slumber.

A loud sigh comes from the man behind you. When you give no response, he sighs again, this time making it louder. Waiting a few minutes, he does it a third time.

“Oh my goodness, you big baby.” Smiling, you giggle, “Did you know that your father could be so annoying?” Myles grins and shakes his head. “We better give him some love of his own before he sighs away all his breath.”

Myles crawls over your body and plops down in between you both, rolling over yet again, you grab him and settle in just as you were, expect this time facing the brooding mandalorian.

“Daddy come snuggle.” A soft smile works its way onto his face and he shuffles over. Pulling not only Myles, but you into his own chest and wrapping his arms around you both. He rests his head on top of your own and this time gives a content exhale.

“Everyone happy now?” Two murmurs of yes grace you and you can’t help but grin. “Good, now let's all go back to sleep.”

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Pans and dishes clank together, signifying someone moving around in the kitchen. The faint scent of pancakes waft into the open door of your room.

Opening your eyes, you try and place where you are and what is happening. The sun shines in and dances off of the snow. Myles is still tucked into your side, a small spot of drool on your shirt, and his hair tousled and messy.

The spot where you husband usually lies is empty, but still slightly warm. He must have just got up. Slowly, you shift away from your son, making sure to not wake him. Little snores fall from his lips and it’s almost like someone had shrunk the mandalorian in his sleep. You pull the blanket back up over him and leave the room.

Walking down the stairs, you lean against the doorframe in the kitchen. There Din stands, flipping pancakes while grumbling to himself. Those godforsaken grey sweatpants hang low on his hips and the muscles in his back ripple everytime he flips one.

“Hello handsome.” Biting your lip, you try to hide your smile.

He turns around and immediately walks over to you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Dad! Are you making pancakes?” Reeza stomps down the stairs and if no one was awake, they sure are now.

He gives you one last peck before breaking away. “Yeah, wanna help me?”

“Yeah!” He picks her up and holds her on his hip, letting her flip the pancakes when they are ready.

Myles walks down the stairs and behind him, Grogu follows. “Good morning you two.” Picking Grogu up, you press a kiss to his forehead before letting him walk off to the table. You lean down and take Myles into your arms, letting him rest his head on your shoulder. “Do you feel better today?”

He nods, but doesn’t let go of you. “Thank you for letting me sleep with you.”

“Oh baby, you don’t need to thank me. What kind of mother would I be if I wasn’t there for my strong boy?” He stays clutching the back of your shirt for a little over a minute before releasing you and sitting down at his seat.

Walking up the stairs and into the nursery, you are met with the soft breaths of Tobbi and Isabet. It’s almost like she knows you’re here because one of her eyes opens and peers up at you before her arms reach up. Her legs kick out and a little grunt falls from her lips.

“Good morning little girl.” Picking her up and placing her in your arms, she smiles up at you. “Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine today?”

“Mama!” Giggling, you tickle her stomach before going to change her diaper.

“There we go, feel better?”

“Mama!” Her little arms lift and her hand reaches out to you. Smiling, you press kiss after kiss to her face, basking in the loud laughs she gives you.

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After feeding both the twins, you take them in your arms and walk back down to the kitchen. The three kids as well as your husband sit at the table, stuffing ungodly amounts of pancake into their mouths.

“Mommy! You’re back!” Reeza exclaims with her mouth full of the breakfast food.

“Hey! Don’t speak with food in your mouth.” Din glares at her. “And you, stop playing with your food.” He says while pointing at Grogu. The child only coos while dropping the piece of fruit he was levitating in the air. Smiling, you shake your head.

“Daddy can you tell us a story?” Reeza asks, this time without food in her mouth.

“Yeah one with Uncle Paz!” Myles adds on.

“Hmmm. Let me think.” He reaches out to you and practically begs with his eyes for you to hand him one of the twins. Smiling, you give him both and sit down to eat your own breakfast.

“Oh, I know. One time, Paz and I were about fourteen and we had stayed out late one night wrestling. The walk back to the covert was not far, but it was a little bit of a trek. However, it was now super late and they weren’t any lights.”

“I thought you said you guys had curfew?”

He looks at you and quietly says, “We did.” Looking down at his children he continues on with his story, “Anyway, we started walking back and I have no idea how this came about, but we started joking about how we were escaping zombies.”

Now you really start to laugh. “Zombies?” Reeza asks. Myles snickers as he looks down at his fruit bowl.

“Again, I have no idea where this came from. But as we were walking and the longer we were joking about these zombies who were chasing us, the more we started to believe it. So now we are becoming more anxious and we start picking up our pace. It comes to the point where we are running back to the covert. We’re looking back and forth expecting to see these zombies around every bush and tree.”

He breaks off to laugh himself, eyes crinkling in his joy. “We were almost to the covert, in fact we could see the lights from inside. But one of the leaders was waiting outside for us, because we were going to get in trouble. However, in our panicked minds we saw him as a zombie. So when he walked out from behind a tree to yell at us. We jumped and Paz screamed. We held onto each other and we both started to square up. When the leader tried to ask us what was wrong, he moved closer to us. Paz, in his fright, punched him right across the helmet.”

All of you break out into hard uncontrollable laughter at the thought. “Wait so what happened?”

“Let’s just say that we both can agree that we never want to clean a covert bathroom again.”

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Next Part: Valentines Day

I hope you guys liked it!!! As always, feedback is mega appreciated!

Love you all, Lordy :)

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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Interview With Mr Wayne

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You��visit Bruce after inning your court case to celebrate but Bruce hashad a bad day and decides tocheer imself up with a little roleplay~

Warnings: Adult Situations 18+,Smut ,Teasing ,Fingering, Sir Kink?, Panty Kink?, Desk sex, Swearing!, Overstimulating

A/N: This has been sitting on my tablet for about eight nine weeks maybe more? Finally finished it. Just been so side tracked with my other stories. But here is some Bruce Wayne smut..I hope you like it xx

Taglist: @125bluemachine125 @iloveyouyen @thefangirlsblog @itismineru @tinabean37

You quickly ran through the lobby of the tower barely remembring to swipe your card against the reader, a new addition that Bruce had installed since nearly getting caught with you in the public elevator now you had a private elevator that lead you to the left of his office in a small concealed hall next to the toilet just behind Mary's desk and it needed a card to access it wasnt much but it was something, its not like you were ever going to convince Bruce to not have sex at work...It was like asking the man to stop being a smug little shit or like asking Tim to cut out caffeine it just wasn't going to happen. You came to a stop trying to bite back a squeal, you was happy so happy, your old boss had decided to settle out of court once all the evidence was put out for her to see some of which was going to be on her record for a long time. Tom had quit once he heard about what had happened and she had gone bust and couldn't afford to go to court already processing for bankruptcy. Tom is trying to buy it from her and was going through getting a loan from the bank. Bruce had said if they didn't aprove he would give Tom the money outright just to 'piss off that bitch'. You on the other hand didn't care about that instead you was pleased with the fact that you hadn't hid behind Bruce,you had done it alone... You had won by yourself well with the help of two of Bruce's lawyers..He wanted you to use them all but eight seemed a bit over the top, either way you kept Bruce out of it. You wanted to prove that you could stand on your own two feet in some respects. Your aim was to make an example of her, to show that you are a force to be reckoned with in your own right and that just because you have been quiet up until now does not mean you'll let everyone walk over you, not anymore. You smiled in the elevator mirror pulling at your blazer shimmying your bra as the bones dug in to your ribs making you wince you'd gone dressed in a two piece pinstripe suit, smart high waisted straight cut pants the blazer had two rows of buttons giving what you called the 'old mafia' vibe and a dark plum almost black shirt stolen from Bruce's closet for...Reasons. Your high heels echoed on the marble floor as you exited the elevator rounding the corner seeing Mary sitting there balancing a pen below her nose on her lip you giggled. "Working had or hardily working?" She jumped dropping the pen on the desk turning to look at you and wolf whistled. "Well if I didn't know for definite that you were bobbing my bosses knob I'd try to peel that suit of you and have a taste myself you look delicious!" You rolled your eyes used to the womans not so subtle flirting. "If I ever get curious I will give you a call" she giggled at your monotone reply licking her lips "Promises promise's~" you huffed at her shaking your head then nodded to the full board room Bruce sitting at the head of the table looking just about done with their shit. His shoulders were tense and squared as one little man raised his voice across at him. You licked your lips taking your bottom one into your mouth biting it as Bruce held his gaze steady and smiled making the other one sit his scrawny as back down. Fuck yes, you loved boss Bruce, and Batman Bruce and Alpha Bruce fuck any Bruce...But Boss Bruce got you going like nothing else, you almost whined seeing him work, a stern gaze across the table daring them to challenge him further. Oh god you just wanted to walk in and fuck him there and then, let the others see him fuck the life out of you. You sucked on your bottom lip again trying to fight back a pitiful whine. So public sex may have become a kink since your little holiday...You'd both been caught fucking on the beach by one of the staff Bruce hired to take care of the house and when he hadn't stopped just kept rutting into you faster knowing they were stealing glances, the way his voice dropped teasing you about having an audience how he wanted you to give them a show. Ugh. It had made you cum so hard you passed out for a few seconds and when you woke he was still at it albeit slower and biting off chuckles away as you flushing so fast you became dizzy below him. "You need a drink your looking thirsty there" you snapped yourself out of your thoughts and glared playfully at the woman as she got up walking to the small corridor you'd came from, not only did it hide the new elevator and toilet but also a small kitchenette. You sighed following her taking one last glance as Bruce pointed sterny at a few of the men you could only imagine how deep his voice had gotten you shivered. "Come on before you leave a puddle! They have only just polished this shit...And I don't feel like trying to find a 'caution wet floor' sign" you groaned at her. She hopped up on to the counter waiting for the kettle to boil. You moved to lean against it placeing down Your bag and the folder holdjng your settlement details you'd brought with you to show Bruce. "Sooo where did you go off to back there? It looked...fun" you smiled at her blushing. "Just thinking of our holiday was all...We experimented, seeing him in there just reminded me" she moved adding sugar to two cups snorting at you before nudging you playfully. "Oo kinky tell me more~" "I dont kiss and tell Im afraid...Not sober anyway" she snorted at that then waved a hand at you. "Kiss and tell? psh like all you did was kiss...So no details?, not one tiny little ounce of Juicey gossip? come ooonnn!" you shook your head at her with a grin and she pouted "Oh boo! your just like him no fun at all! , I tried getting details out of Bruce and he just went red and shy...SHY! I didn't know he could do shy... So what ever you did Mama me next? please and thank you" you flushed at her laughing her off as she handed you your tea wrigglingnher eyesbrows. You both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments sippingnyour drinks. "Soo? Did you top him?" You choked spitting your tea back into the cup coughing and then turned to her gaping like a fish. "Where did?-did he tell you?" Her face lit up and she giggled around a whispered 'HO-LY SHIT!' "Oh my fuck you did! Get it girl! You teach that big boss man! You make him eat the peach?" You blushed and stam,ered tryjng to find the words to get out of this one. "Oh fuck shit look seriously dont tell anyone he'd never forgive me if that got out!" "Oh honey no! I'd never!...But no he didn't tell me I guessed, you know he did go shy so...Must have been somthing new...But kudos to giving him a taste of girl power..Enjoy yourself atleast" "Oh...well yes I was surprised I managed to pull it off..I mean Bruce is big and strong and I wasn't exactly sure the cuffs would hold when he realised what I did he got smug teasing me...Then mad when he realized I wasnt fucking around-" she squealed and bounced on the spot "Shit!? You just sprung cuffs on him?! wow Mama you got a set of balls!...Bet you paid for it" you chuckled sipping your tea. "Well.. He got his pay back...The man has more stamina then I give him credit for..." she snorted nodding shaking her head dropping to conversation seeing you were uncomfortable. You shifted before speaking up again. "So how long has he been in there for?" She peered around the side into the hall that had a veiw of the clock. "Bout three hours...They are opening a new office in central city which Bruce is fine with, it will make a few things easier...But the board want to place one of their sons as the branch manager, Bruce said no. This kid has only been here for two years and hasn't got a single promotion or anything! He isn't really any good at his job ,he only got the job by pulling strings. Bruce wants to promote someone who deserves it not hand it over to some fucking daddies boy...But true to form this guy started going ahead anyway, telling the others that Bruce agreed apparently, daddy promised this little shit the job...This tit doesn't know it yet but Bruce is about to fire him his son and two other board members for this little drama." You frowned at her "He can do that? I thought only the share holders or some shit could sack someone that high up?" She gave you a look and blinked slowly. "Honey your man is the main shareholder...He owns like ninety percent of the company....Thats why his name is on the building...On that note lets head back I wanna see this...You probably will to just remember no puddles~" you moved to swipe at her playfully as she scampered away down the hall laughing you followed snatching up your folder holding the documents of your settlement in your hands.

You turned the corner you heard raised voices and saw Bruce sitting leaning back arms crossed his head was tilted and he looked pleased with himself as the three older men and one young sprog was stangding before him each in various emotional states. The oldest one was shouting at Bruce with animated hand gestures towards himself and the young man; you assumed he was the father and son. The young man was more panicked then anything you could see from here he didnt want to be there, he wanted his father to shut up and to leave. You turned your attention to the other two middle aged men around Bruce's own age both had seemed to accept what ever had just happened. Bruce moved forward sitting staight then pointed to them saying something else making everyone in the room flinch then he leaned back holding his hands out at his sides then nodded to the door. You froze as Bruce saw you and smiled at you for a second, your view was interrupted as the now unemployed men tried storming past the desk. "Err excuse me gentlemen? I'm afraid you will need to hand in your company id's and passes..." the eldest swore and clambered over to the desk, you moved to the side with your tea and sipped it slowly. Letting the irate man pull his wallet from his pocket tearing the cards out and slammed them down then he turned to his son who handed in his id sheepishly then they both left quickly with one last snarl to Bruce through the glass. You released a breath when all four men were in the elevator and out of sight. "I always hated that man, rude and pig headed...He is elitist...Which is pretty ironic when you realise he was raised by working class parents." You snorted at her then turned to the board room as Bruce said something that looked like a threat well if the reactions were anything to go by. Then he dismissed the remaining men with a wave of his hand. Before any of them were out he had already signaled you to enter the room. You moved picking up your cup and folder then circled Mary's desk. "Ooo the board room today? I shall put the cleaners on sandby" You flipped her the bird as she laughed out loud "Fuck you Mary" you called over your shoulder walking towards the door. "If only you would my love~" you giggled at her shaking your head. You bit your lip watching as the men leaving the room all but jumped out of your way, not wanting to risk any contact with you especially when Bruce was watching them like a hawk....And in what they precived as a bad mood. The last man held the door open for you as you entered you nodded to him. "Thank you" he stuttered flushing as you smiled "Y-your welcome" he quickly left the room almost tripping over his feet as Bruce's gaze scalded his back.

You walked forward towards him as he spun his chair to face you a devious smirk on his face man spreading with his hands resting just above his crotch. "Well what do we have here?..Heels? Pantsuit? And no doubt that folder's holding the little ladies resumé..." you squinted at him playfully and recived a wink in return. So thats how he wants to play it today?. You smiled you'd play along. You moved standing taller. Prouder. "Of course Mr Wayne...Would you like a peek?" Your words rolled off the tongue in a sultry voice full of promise. He moved holding out a hand for you to place the folder in it. "Only if your offering Mrs?" "Miss Cooke with an E and if I wasn't offering I wouldn't be here I assure you" he chuckled a deep smug sound that made your knees quiver slighltly as you played along with him. He hummed flicking open the folder scanning the documents. Your heart sped up as his smirk got wider and wider untill he was grinning like a cheshire cat. "Very impressive...Your Boyfriend must be proud of you for such an acomplishment" you giggled taking a step closer to him. "I'd like to think so Mr Wayne" you grinned yourself as you saw him stiffen at you calling him his title. He quickly flipped the folder closed and let hit fall onto the huge table with a slap. "I would say most definetly...I wonder what he would think? you being here at my disposal?" you sucked through your teeth. "Well he is a man in uniform, bit of a brute at times but there are ways to placate him, I'm sure I can persuade him ~ if I think the reward is great enough" he chuckled shaking his head and gave a lopsided grin before speaking in a gravley tone low and tempting. "Oh I assures you miss Cooke it will be worth it~" you moved forward leaning on the table infront of him hands gripping the sides and leaned down bending at the waist holding his gaze before trailing down to his crotch then back up smirking. "Ha! come now Mr Wayne...There are certain things we both know money can't buy~" he moved forward to capture your lips but you dodged him swiftly. He growled and leaned back taking a quick glance to the door seeing Mary had gone...The elevator light red signaling noone was going to reach this floor until he reactivated it, a very good investment if he did say so himself!. He turned to you smirking knowing just how this will play out. He moved a hand capruting your bottom lip with his thumb you licked at him making him humm, then you pulled it into your mouth watching him closely as you wrapped your tongue around him lapping and massaging it he smirked and pressed down lightly making you moan and suck harshly. "..So a sharp tongue...Not to sharp, you mouth will come in handy" you hummed a a small giggle around his digit and bit lightly running your teeth over him as he withdrew you winked at him playfully smaking your lips at him. He rolled his eye before snapping back into 'boss mode' crossing his arms over his chest leaning into the plush leather chair rolling it back a foot or so, taking his time to drink in the sight of you. Leaning back on the table he was about to make a mess of~ the pant suit definitely accentuated your curves the top button of the jacket fighting to contain your breasts he knew were being held high by a balcony bra just below... He grunted raising in his seat trying to catch a peek of the deep cleavage the bra produced but nope...Nothing the shirt you wore was large and fit snugly but sadly there were none of the dreaded button gaps for him you use as his own private little peep show. "I can see you have the skills for the most part...However there are some...Personal aspects to the position I can't have just anybody as my assistant, they have to have a drive...A willingness to do anything it takes to get the job done...Tell me Miss Cooke could you see yourself going the distance....The whole nine yards so to speak?" You snorted at him and tried swollowing a chuckle...You tired to hold it in but you couldn't. He smiled dropping his roleplay for a second shaking his head at you but quickly you found your composure and stood straight. "I think nine is pushing it~" he frowned at you playfully and crooked a finger with a sly look. "Oh really what ever happened to 'oh Bruce its in my tummy~'" you gasped horrified as he tried mimicking a high moan...You have never said that!....Well you don't think you had to be honest when your fucking him you never really know what's coming out of your mouth... "YOU?! I have never said that....Have I?" He through his head back laughing loud echoing through the large empty space. "No but you've thought it~ I can tell...Either way my sweet little woman why don't we see if its possible~ see if you can back up those words" you shook your head blushing it was completely possible youd screamed that out at him. And the idea you could have shamed and aroused you. "...I'm sure I could handle anything your dishing out Mr Wayne." He groaned moving his hands away from his stomach reajusting himself tugging his belt. You flushed when his hand rose quickly pulling your shirt from your pants he chuckled seeing how far it fell... It was definitely one of his, that would be why there was no tugging on the buttons you smiled shyly. "Your Boyfriends?" And just like that the game was back on track. You moved twiddling the lower buttons of the shirt a little embarassed about stealing it this morning. "W-well Mr Wayne today was a big day...Its intimidating coming here, standing on my own two feet...His scent calms me down I feel safe" he smiled softly before slowly popping the buttons on the suit jacket pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor behind you he burst out laughing as the sleeves of his shirt fell down a good few inches over your hands as the jacket wasnt holding them up and longer. "Hey! Don't laugh at me!" He moved forward kissing you softly. "Sorry sweets...You just look so cute!" You pouted as he ran his hands across you slowly pulling the shirt up snaking a hand the the side zipper of the trousers and with a quick flick of his wrist the heavy fabric fell to the floor with a soft thump.

He moved back taking a moment to admire you standing in just his shirt and underwear before him. It looked like a dress how you smoothly tucked it in, he didnt have a clue he groand and bit his lip then moved. He rolled the chair back towards you and pressed you to sit on the table. You half expected him to slip his hands under your ass and drag down your panties but he didn't. He pushed both feet to rest on the egde of the table forcing you to lean back and catch yourself on your hands. "Bruce?" His eyes flicked up to your uncertain gaze he just grinned wickedly and winked at you. "Hold still Miss Cooke~" and with that he moved his hands from the bottom of your legs, running his fingertips along your calfs making you shiver as he formed goosebumps on the skin, your breath hitched when he continued dragging them along your soft thighs down towards your center. Your pussy clenched and you moaned softly almost trying to rock towards him but you held back not moving you didnt' was to fall off the table. You flushed heart racing and your pussy wept onto the cotton making you whine knowing it wouldn't be long befor he noticed. Bruce chuckled at your little whines and soft pants as he bypassed your center and cupped the top of your thighs moving to your hips rubbing slow warm circles before retracing his movements coming back to the soft pudgy thighs then up. He moved again skipping your hot wanting center and began undoing the buttons of his shirt that was draped over you stoping just under your bust and flicking it behinde you pulling it from under your ass roughly causing you to squeak as your heated skin hit the cool pollished wood. He chuckled and moved his hand cupping your throbbing center teasing the wet hole with a firm rub of his fingers squeazing you and circling the damp patch on your undies prodding shallow teasing thrusts. You through your head back and moaned as his hand continued rolling and rubbing the flexing muscles, it was incredible each and every time this man touched you but there something about him groping you through the layers of your clothes...Something taboo about being made to mess your underwear ,drenching them through. He moved flexing his strong hand squeezing your cunt. In a delicious possessive fashion. You grunted and rocked towards him the friction of your panties rubbing your clit, the warmth of his hand adding to the sensations. Your body was hot already the anticipation of things to come making you pants and breaths hitch his flicking and playing with your growing arousal smearing the small flood with his fingers dragging it across the gusset of your panties in deliberate strokes. "Ive never made you mess your panties before~ would you like that? For me to make you cum? Make you soak them through?" You bit your lip closing your eyes and gyrated your hips against him trying to chase an orgasm that was building far to slowly for your liking. You nodded clenching your fists into his shirt whining as the very first trembles began and you began hearing the your wetness againt his hand on the thin material. "Oh? You like that idea baby? For me to force you to cum? Force you to gush inside these cute little panties all over the table? The table where all the important meetings are held? Let your cum stain the wood right here? Right were I sit and work?" You nodded quickly gasping as his hot palm pulled back, you didn't have a chance to whine as he lifted it and gave a cupped plam slap to your whole wet center. The sharp slap made you jump rocking into him with a gruntal moan. He chuckled again then slapped quicker making you tremble. "FUCK! BRU-bruce! AH SH-IT PLEASE-please fuck please more~" he chuckled moving his other hand around your throat and squeezed just enough to make your breathes deeper. And slapped your pussy harder making it sting. You cried out nevertheless in lewd moans curling forward each slap left a sting that added to the warm hum of you nerves, insides protesting to being empty as they coiled and tensed. There was a knot deep inside that was pulled tighter and tighter with each movement he made mastering your insides without even touching them. A skill you hadn't truly accepted until now as he toyed with you. "Now now~ is that anyway to call out for your new boss, you should ask nicely.?.Be polite" you shook your head as he slapped again this time keeping it there and rubbed harsher and faster then before concentrating on your erect bud that pressed on the cotton. You bucked one foot slipping but bruce was quick leaning a knee on the table taking the weight of the foot keeping you open and still with a chuckle. He watched as tears began falling from your eyes...You were close so close he could tell. He tipped his hand rubbing the heel of his palm to your clit rubbing violently curling his fingers digging them over your hole pressing harder on the sensitive petals just below. "FuckFUCFUCK NOOO-I'M SORRY SIR! PLEASE MR WAYNE UGHAH AH oh-oh shit plea-please Mr Wayne please sir!" He smiled pressing his hand flat then began patting you quickly making you moan loudly. You closed your eyes pushing your hips towards him crying out as he sped up. Each well placed pat sent tremors up and down your spine you withered, legs tensing and untensing as you tried tochase the high. Your pussy grew warmer and yout breathes sharp. The tell tale signs of an impending orgasm that had crept up on you. "AH-FUCK PLE-PLEASE SIR PLEASE-MR WAYNE UGH-FUUUUGH SHIT PLEASE PLEASE MR WAYNE PLEEAASE!" He smirked and moved faster alternating his rubs and flicks with varying slaps and pinched your body tensed and arched painfully as you crieds out as he drove you higher and higher. "Thats it baby~.....Fuck you look so gorgeous, fucking incredible...Cum! I want you to cum inside those little panties all over my desk baby....Thats it all over Mr Waynes spot~ Good girl!" You choked out moans and grunts your body was shivering and your lust boiled in your tummy and finally with one final harsh wet slap you came loudly throwing yourself back at the force. Bruce barely captured you to soften your fall gently placing you to lie back on the desk ass only just on it. You cried out gyrating against Bruces still patting hand closing your eyes as your body let go falling over the edge of ecstasy. Your mind was blank...Black and there was nothing but the hot wave the full body rush that completely wiped you out leaving you very messy and satisfied.

You laid there panting looking to the ceiling with blurry eyes,you were crying softly and you was sure why. You felt the aftermath your body loose and trembling. You could faintly hear Bruces chuckles in the back ground over your harsh panting. "And that my love is how to cum hard...Shit what even set that one off?" He asked but you just hummed reaching out for him he chuckled and moved closer tugging you down the table, ass just hanging off the edge. You tilted your head up warily eyeing him and sighed flopping back down seeing him loosening his belt with one hand. The next thing you knew he had stepped between your spread thighs smooting his palms over them massaging the still trembling muscles. "Got you good huh babe?" You grunted which resulted in a kiss on your stomach from him. You frowned when he moved closer to line himself up. "Bruce I've got my-" he looked up at you winking and gave a cheeky smile hooking fingers in the side of our gusset. "I know...Wanna fuck with them on for a change...Got a thin for panties at the mineut" you flushed turning your head to the side watching his hands as theymoved to hold you. You were still far to exhausted to move. He just smiled and watched as he hooked the panties to the side. The way they moved made your pussy look plump and fucking perfect! As much as he wanted to feast on the perfectly smooth peach he had other matters to attend.

Bruce grunted letting the crown of his cock brush the wet silken folds, he almost loved this more then fucking you. The intimacy of him just ghosting your body, teasing you with his own cock watching as your tiny body swallowed him. He shuddered and dipped down finding the luxurious slit. Without wasting time he plowed into you. You grunted as he entered you pressing fast and hard you felt as your walls gave way, molding to his girth like always. You'd never get enough! This man was so incredibly intoxicating it was unreal. You moan high as he moved forward putting his weight on his cock he throbbed inside of you, the thick veins almost acting as a pulsing vibrator humming against your still tender nerves ignighting them all over again. He grunted pressing his balls to your pelvis then pulled back only to ram harder. You screeched moving your hands to his wrists as he place his heavy palms on your hips and began tugging you towards him. Soon he found his rhythm a fast unrelenting pace driven by his own impending release. You whined and melwed at ever push and pull his cock was spearin into you, massaging your g spot maing you see stars then finishingneach thrust at your cervix. The almost unbearable mix of pleasure and pain was to much and you screamed throwing your head back and forth spurred on by his growls as his voice got lost. Feral sounds come from him vibrating the air around you as he pounded away determined.

Your body was screaming, it wanted release, it wanted more..And it wanted to rest you trembled knees knocking against his pistoning hips as your insides clutched at him sucking him tighter and tighter then without warning you fell again. This time was much more intense your whole body locked almost cramping and tremblingat thesametime, you couldnt move, or speak you just looked up wide eyed as waves of ecstasy rolled over you. Bruce through his head back with a victorious shout you vaguely felt his balls rise and tighten against you ass then he released inside of you grunting and rutting as he caem drawing it out as mich as he could then finally came to a halt and fell over you.

You panted weeping quietly moving to wipe your face and press our hair back. He arched over you kissing you slow a sensually no tongues nothing lewd just open mouthed kisses pouring his love into you in the best way he knew how. He pulled back looking to you then laughed. "Wow...That was better then I imagined" you nodded agreeing with him and pushed him back. "Babe...My panties are hurting me can you?" He jumped back quickly swiftly removjn him self and tucked himself away whilst pulling your panties back over our center. He patted our mound casually making you jolt and whine. "Bruuuce! No its sensitive!" He smiled eyeing your pussy, even through the wet material he could still tell it was a very happy freshy fucking little pussy! Swollen and pink! Just how he liked it. He moved pulling your trousers to your ankles chuckling. "Two...Three at once!" You frowned for a second then your face dropped...The list. You rolled your eyes and sat up leaning on unsteady arms and watched as he rolled up the trousers pulling then up to your knees. "Okay what were they?" He smiled slyly and hooked an arm around your waist sliding you off the table onto your feet. You staggered in the heels and grabbed his shoulders as he settled your weight onto his chest pulling the trousers up over your ass and zipped them up. "Board room, cum in your panties and fuck you in your fuck me heels! Three down in one hit!" You chuckled up at him as he explained smugly he was definitely proud of this one. You turned faceing the now desecrated table and flinched. Now that was a fucking mess! You turned glaring at him motioning a hand to the puddle. "Bruce -I you? Fuck it you don't care do you?...Nope didn't think so...Fuck my legs are still like jelly!" He grinned and wriggled his eyebrows at you. "Sooo you wont get very far if I said I'm ready for round two?~" you gaped at him instantly looking to his crotch he laughed waving you off. "Not really sweets...Lets go home, we could test out the jets in the bath, its supposed to give you a 'real massage experience'" you frowned at him as he scooped ou up swiping your bag and court settlement the began leaving the room walking down to the private elevator. "Jets? We had jets in the bath since when?" He flushed as he entered the elevator pressing the garage level. "Since this afternoon...I had a new let spa bath tub fitted in our suite...Damien caught us in the hot tub and yeah-" you blinked not following for a few seconds then clicked.

"HE FUCKING WHAT!? WHEN DID HE-oh my god thats what you were freaked out about!? Oh no oh god he was me-did he see me? Please tell me he didnt?!" Bruce smiled cutely walking out of the elevatore to the car it was the lamboghini again today. "No he didnt see you I covered you but...I figured it wouldnt happen if we had somewhere else with jets so new bath" you sighed nodding as he placed you down by the car then tugged at the folder. "I'm proud of you for this, so very proud you stuck to your guns and you did it alone..You've proved with this that you're not a push over , that your a strong woman .A very very stong independent woman and I am so happy for you, but most of all I'm proud that I get to call you mine!" You smiled cupping his cheek and moved in kissing him softly. "Thank you Bruce, I want to show everyone that...That I may now be considered a kept woman...But I can fight for myself, protect myself when I need to and I'm glad you let me do that you don't know how much it means for you to let me do that" he through his head back laughing loud, you didnt understand you almost felt insulted until he calmed down and cupped your head in both his hands. "I don't let you do anything love! You can do what ever you want...Fucking let you stick up for yourself? Your free to do what ever you want...You want a business? I'll get you a bussines , you want to travel? we will! I'd do anything for you I love you...Outside of the bed you are my fucking queen, but inside the sheet? Your my very own pillow princess-OUCH! FUCK SWEETS?" You swooned he could have asked for anything then and there and youd have said yes...Until the pillow princess comment. "I'm not a pillow princess! You-just your? UGH! STOP BEING SO FUCKING GOOD AND I'D BE ABLE TO THINK! AND POSSIBLY MOVE!" he laughed ou off opening the passenger side door motioning for you to get in. You rolled your eyes and they say chivalry is dead? Once seated the smiled to yourself. That was probably the most romantic thing he'd said and he had to ruin it with his typiclal bruce smug bull shit...But then again that was your Bruce. He slid into the drivers side.and you leaned over. "Hey babe?" He glanced at you as he turned the ignition reving the car to life.

"Yes my love?"

"You said anything right?" You twiddled your fingers and then move your hand to his thigh as the car began moving.

"Yes sweets anything"

"Teach me to drive-" he squinted nodding agreeing instantly as he pulled out ontothe road. "This thing" he snapped his gaze to you. What? His precious heart, his beautiful little lover, sweet girlfriend behind the wheel of a seriously powerfull supercar? His heart almost stopped at the idea. "Are-are you sure? Its a powerful car...Don’t you want me to get you something err less-" "No I love this car its the first one you drove me around in...I want to drive it Bruce" he looked to you casually and pulled out tothe main road slowly cursing himself. He was going to refuse on the grounds of your own safty but, one look at your puppydog eyes and that was it you clapped cutely with a small 'yay'... one thing was for sure before you got behinde the wheel there was going to be some serious automatic breaking sensors put on...and a fucking speed limiter....and bullet proof windows and panels....Maybe some traker devices to...Like the one in your bracelet. "Babe I can here you thinking...Its just a car love don't...Don't go 'batting' it out okay?" Bruce didn't look at you as he drove on just a vaguely familiar hmm that meant he was pretending to agree with you...Or not listening one of the two his hmm's are all very similar.

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shimmershae · 3 years ago

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So. Thanks to my new anonymous friend, this is going to become a thing.

Shae’s thinky thoughts about the latest episode--Acheron: Part 2--beneath a cut.

Because spoilers, however vague they might be.

Let’s be real here. This is more a stream of consciousness than anything else so if that’s not your thing, you are most welcome to nope right on out of this post. Trust me. I’ll completely understand, lol. Sometimes? I wish I could nope right on out of my own brain and the way it operates.

That said? Without further ado--

Episode 2′s opening, though. Maggie trapped with hungry Walkers converging? It totally gives me Glenn under the dumpster vibes. I don’t know if that was intentional or just happy coincidence but way to link Maggie to her dearly departed better half, show.

Is it just me or has Father G had more OOMPH to him these last few seasons? Again, I have to ask--Rosita’s influence or no? Regardless, I bet Seth Gilliam is loving the job these days.

Side note: am I gonna have to go to bed early every Saturday night from now until the end just so I that I might be able to SEE? Something? Anything? My curtains are flimsy-ass. I admit it. But this is more frustrating than TXF. Angela, WTF?

No, seriously. It’s like complete guess work who’s in these subway scenes. Some of that has to do with them being overly populated by redshirts and the rest of it has to do with me having to squint and turn sideways to make out their facial features.

Look at Daryl busting through concrete walls! Should I call him the Kool-Aid Man considering NR has once again allowed himself to be led right into a biased, shipper trap? Hmm. I might.

Imagine seeking refuge in those dark, filthy subways. Any second now I expect to hear the skittering of rats. Will Dog lose his effing mind a la Divergence? He’s been shown to go off half-cocked that way, lol. Oh well. Guess it’ll be in character if he does.

Impressive graffiti storyboards. Does it mean something that it immediately cuts to the Commonwealth storm troopers afterward? Maybe. Who really knows at this point? They been trying to gaslight us forever.

LOL at Princess yet again. Yumiko is just like da fuq is this person?

No, really. LMAO. “That was her. From last night. Did you see how she was looking at us?”

Then you have Eugene, hahaha. “Oh God. Why did he tell off the big guy?” Like the man is totally me in this type of situation. Not even gonna lie.

“That’s right. We want to talk to the manager.”

I literally cannot wait ‘til Carol and Daryl meet Princess. Can. Not. Wait.

How sad is that note on that $100 bill? Small moment but it totally gives me Season 4 vibes when they were on their way to Terminus seeking sanctuary.

Hmm. Remember how that place wasn’t what they thought it was? I’m sure neither is the Commonwealth. But I feel like what’s left of Team Family is totally going to do Rick proud, lol, and prove they’re messing with the wrong people if they try something.

Daryl, Man. You gonna have to get a better handle on your headstrong Fur Son. I wonder if Dog would listen better to his mama? Things to ponder.

Sounds like Miko has this group’s number. Or does she?

Princess and Eugene totally look like they’re waiting their turn for the Principal’s office, LOL.

“Stop moving! You’re taking my nerves over the edge to a proverbial 11 on a scale of 10.” I feel you, Eugene. I do. Also you, Princess. Two of the most relatable TWD characters right there, I’m telling you.

Princess is me when I really, really, really have to pee. TMI? Sorry, lovelies. LOL. I just...she’s so relatable.

LMAO. “If that fine ass dude in the orange suit...” Princess and Mercer incoming in 3-2-----

Princess’s excitement over the toilet paper=PRICELESS.

Eugene, Man. You desperately need to develop a poker face.

There’s Daryl getting another cool camera shot. Angela? You playing favorites again?

Carol’s claustrophobia could have never. I bet that’s in the back of Pookie’s mind. You can’t tell me it’s not because Carol lives in there rent-free.

Ohhh. Back to the subway car. Looks like we got the Maggie redshirts leading the way. First sacrificial “lambs”?

Maggie pistol-whipping Negan was kinda deserved, but he wasn’t all wrong so.

Damn. I’m no Gage fan. He can fuck all the way off for what he did to my baby Lydia. But Maggie over there with ice in her veins.

Yep. I think the dude just got one of the most gruesome deaths in a while. Yuck.

I think Alden’s faith in Maggie definitely took several hits. I feel like he kind of had her on some sort of pedestal dating back to Hilltop times. Father G, though? The man is continuing to show himself a SAVAGE MFer.

Josh gives Eugene such believable tics and mannerisms. He IS Eugene.

Thank you, Maggie, for lighting that flare. I could not see a damn thing.

What are these bad memories Negan alludes to? Hmm? Him being a shit husband to Lucille back when he was still taking her for granted?

Father G on Gage’s Walker--”All that is, is a shell of a man, who died a coward.” Kind of ironic considering Father G’s own origins, huh? Has he any warmth in there for anybody but Rosita and Coco? Does he equate it with weakness?

“There are worse ways.” And Maggie proceeds to paint us a horror story with mere words.

Dark Maggie really surpasses anything certain fans have ever accused Carol of being. Is she too far gone? Who the hell knows? I think it’s clear that she and Carol are both on a sliding scale of sorts when it comes to being able to compartmentalize shit to survive. Personally? I feel like Maggie might have leap-frogged Carol in this episode but it matters none because of the double standards so deeply entrenched in this fandom. Both women have endured and had to do some horrific things. It’s not a contest. But it’s probably going to be turned into a season-long one.

It’s almost like Kang was like, “Ya’ll bitches think Carol’s dark? I’ll show you DARK. Check and mate.”

Whatever the reasoning, Maggie just got exponentially more interesting to me if not likable. And before anybody out there comes at me, it’s entirely possible to be on a character’s side in some things and not be all up their ass in love with them, lol. Like I’m attached to her because she’s family and Glenn loved her. There’s a loyalty there and she absolutely is justified in her hatred of Negan. But I’m not going to pretend her shit don’t stink like everybody else’s.

Speaking of my baby Glenn. What would he think of this version of Maggie? I think he would be gutted and heart stricken that events led to her being like this but he’d understand because he’s pure like that. Don’t mean he’d be A-OK with it all.

Dog must be protected at all costs.

Confession. I know not the fuck who Pony Boy is, but I know him because all my fandom friends have pointed him out to me, lol. RIP, Man. I think you’re number’s up or close to it.

Okay, though. I admit it. I am kinda LOVING Badass Father G.

That scene in the subway car with all of them working to take all the Walkers out was already badass. Then Daryl arrived and made it, in @freefromthecocoon’s words, HAWT. LOL.

Eugene staring at that little black book like it contains torture tools, hehehe.

“Processed? As in administratively? Processed as in bologna or other meat stuffs? This inquiring (enquiring?) mind needs to know.” OMG, Eugene. I admit it. Even if it makes me look like a lunatic, LOL. I straight up LMAO at that one. I mean, ten years later and Terminus still fresh on the man’s mind.

“You like feeling nervous?” Well, no. None of us that do, Mercer? Do.

Then he proceeds to make me howl with his “You can’t lie for shit” to Eugene.

Josh McDermitt? I love you, Man. 40 year old virgin, LOL.

All this talk over the seasons of Daryl’s virginity and we have Eugene, hahaha. But was he telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Finally. Some daylight. Where I can see.

Eugene’s relief at seeing his friends safe and sound was such a beautiful thing to see. I loved those hugs.

Mercer’s face when he snarled “beat cop” in disdain to Ezekiel. I think I’m gonna love this dude.

“I went to West Point. Asshole.” Yeah. I am.

I know they probably catfishing Eugene right here because spoilers tell us that ain’t Stephanie. But my heart still did a little d’aww. Angela. Don’t play with his poor heart like that.

What’s got Daryl so pensive, huh? Is it that the note reminds him of kids being lost or taken from their family? Or separated from their family? Is he thinking of those Grimes babies and wondering if Michonne will ever make it back and why and how she was able to leave them behind? Tell me it ain’t that Find Me nonsense.

“This place sure has gone to shit since the last time I was here.” LMAO, JDM. I mean Negan. Sorry. Sorry. I still hate Negan, but JDM has me entertained at least since they gave the asshole some shades of gray. And speaking of shades of gray. I’m loving the gray beard. JDM’s looking GOOD (hear that NR? Embrace the gray). Negan can still kick rocks, lol.

Anyway. That scene was CREEPY AF. Not even gonna lie.

The Reapers strutting right on up to our group like it’s The Purge: ZA.

My bad, Pony Boy. Now RIP.

Dark, dark episode with loads of tension broken up by some welcome humor by Princess. The girl is fast becoming a fave of mine.

My baby’s back next week!!!

I’m just going to plug my ears and pretend they’re trying to capture/recapture the horses because they’re pets. Not because they’re starving so bad they feel the need to eat them. La la la la la. I can’t hear you.

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highpope · 4 years ago

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Silver Keys - Ch. One

JJ Maybank x oc / Soulmate AU / Topper x oc

warnings: none, if there are any let me know!

Word Count: 2k ish

Notes: Hi guys, sorry this is so long overdue. I was fighting with this one. But i really wanted to update this story. It’s not my fave but that’s okay. ** As always, reblogs and feedback is welcome and appreciated.

Masterlist - READ PROLOGUE FIRST :))

June sat at the piano she got for her 16th birthday. She had been saving up for years and finally had enough money for a keyboard. It wasn’t the same as the beautiful grand piano at her instructors, but it did the job. June nervously watched the clock tick down to midnight and tried to focus on the song she was trying to learn. If she came into lessons next week without having learned at least half of it she wouldn’t be on track to play at the recital in a few weeks. It was a big deal to her parents, and June too. The recital was on the mainland with tons of different kids from the surrounding areas. June had never gotten an opportunity to play and she wasn’t about to let worrying about her potential soulmate stop her.

She took a deep breath and began to play. As the minutes turned to seconds, June was gracefully gliding her fingers up and down the keyboard, trying to make sense of the melodies, allowing the notes to soak into the room.

On the morning of her birthday, June walked down the stairs into the kitchen to see a note and a box of donuts. It was Saturday, meaning both her parents were working and Olivia, her sister, was going to be sleeping the day away. June grabbed a powder sugar donut from the box and read the note:

Happy Birthday, Love! We can’t wait to celebrate with you tonight.

Have fun today, Mom and Dad

She smiles and folds the note up. June was just about to grab another donut when the doorbell rang. She looked at the time, 9:30. There’s no way any family member would be stopping by and Olivia’s friends wouldn’t show up unannounced. June opens the door to reveal JJ dressed in shorts and a light long sleeve t-shirt.

“Happy birthday Ju Ju!” JJ exclaims.

June rolled her eyes, “God, please don’t call me that.” She opened the door wide to let him in. The nickname originated from June’s younger sister. They were five years apart and she couldn’t properly say June’s name for quite a while. So from ages 5 to 8, she was Ju Ju.

“Nah, I think 18 is the year we bring it back,” JJ said, slinging his arm around her shoulders.

“Absolutely not,” June says, tapping his cheek lightly, “Thanks though.” He smiles as she jumps up onto one of the stools in the kitchen, “what’s up?”

“You, miss birthday girl, have very important places to be. Go get dressed.”

“Where exactly do I have to be?”

“Well, first, Kie’s and then,” JJ motions like he is zipping his lips and throwing the key away. June narrows her eyes causing him to throw up his hands in defense.

“Okay, fine, but don’t eat my donuts!” June runs up the stairs and begins to get ready. She decides on a blue tube top, shorts, and a white cropped jacket. She runs a brush through her hair and packs her swimsuit and a few other things in a drawstring before going down the hallway to leave a note for her sister. She tells her where she’s going to be and to call when she gets up.

JJ and her drive to Kiara’a in his truck, the windows down and the radio stuck on the same channel it’s been on since he got it. They’ve learned to tolerate it. JJ was so proud of the truck when he first showed the pogues. He had gotten a busted down pickup from some guy on the island and fixed it up pretty much by himself. The rest of them promised to never make fun of it.

“Happy Birthday!” The pogues yell when June opens the door. She can’t contain her laughter. Everyone is wearing pink sparkly party hats. Kie instantly comes over to her, throwing her arms around her neck, “baby is eighteen!” June squeezes back and accepts a hat identical to the rest and hands one to JJ who shuts the door behind them.

“Looking good, boys.” June laughs at Pope and John B posing in their hats.

“It’s the required attire didn’t you hear?” John B asks, kissing the top of June's head and Pope slinging an arm around her shoulders. They lead her through the kitchen and the sliding door to the outdoor patio. The lounge chairs are set up along with string lights and a birthday banner. It was perfect. The whole thing, being with her favorite people, the perfect weather.

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this.”

“But you deserve it. You’re always the first to do anything for the rest of us,” Pope says.

“He’s right, Juney,” Kie says, smiling.

“You’re a bunch of saps,” JJ says plopping into a chair.

After spending the morning and early afternoon hanging out in Kie’s backyard, the five piled into the van and headed down to the beach. The boys were in the water before June could even set her stuff down. It was arguably not warm enough to swim, but that didn’t stop them. Kie and June decided to layout, occasionally sneaking a few drinks from the water bottle filled with alcohol.

“So how are you feeling about the whole soulmate thing?” Kie asks, bumping her shoulder against June’s.

To be honest, June had forgotten all about it. She could barely sleep last night she was so nervous, but now that it could happen whenever, she felt much better.

“Honestly okay.” She admitted.

“Do you think you already know who it is?”

“I mean that happens more often than not, right? Just look at our parents.” Kie’s parents had known each other in high school, having grown up on the island, but didn’t know they were soulmates until later down the line. That happens all the time. Whether or not it’s just coincidence or really is fate, June hadn’t decided yet.

“I guess you’re right.” She paused before speaking again, “I don’t think I want to already know them. I don’t want to marry someone we went to high school with and be stuck here only for our kids to end up the same way.” Seeing Kiara open up like this made June wonder about her own future.

“Don’t worry Kie, you’re gonna go somewhere cool like Australia and stop the wildfires and clean the oceans and fall in love with some really hot girl and leave us all behind forever.”

She moved her sunglasses off her face to hold back her hair, “I could never leave you, but you really think so?”

“Of course. You’re going places. John B, JJ, and I are gonna be stuck here smelling like fish bait until we’re 80.” June gags.

Kiara laughs, making a disgusted face, “what about Pope?”

“Nah, he’s too good for this place.” They both laugh so hard they don’t even notice the boys had made their way back to where they were laying.

“What’s so funny?” John B asks, shaking out his hair.

“Nothing,” Kie says with a smile on her lips. The boys share a knowing look before dropping it altogether. That’s when June’s phone chimes with a message from her sister.

Mom said to make sure you were home soon for tonight. We’re almost all set up here.

I guess Aunt Morrane is coming:/

“No,” June groans at the last of Olivia’s message.

“What’s wrong?” JJ asks, sitting down next to her.

“My Aunt is coming to dinner tonight.”

“The horror!” John B mocks.

“Stop! I’m serious. She’s a nutcase.” June replies, throwing a towel at his face. He catches it in one swift motion.

“Ju it’s gonna be fine.” JJ said reassuringly, “I’ll drop you back off.”

The pogues only stayed a little while longer before packing up their stuff into the van and parting ways once back at Kiara’s.

“I won’t have any fun without you,” Kie begged before June got into the truck.

“You’re gonna be fine.” The rest of the group was going to the first official kegger of the summer. June always missed it. She was sure she would hear all about it tomorrow when she would stop by the chateau with a bunch of water and ibuprofen in the morning to make sure they were all breathing.

“Hey, thanks, J,” June says when JJ had pulled up in front of her house.

“No problem,” he starts. June reaches for the door handle, “actually, I got you something.”

Surprised, June says “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

He waves her off and reaches into the glove compartment, pulling out a bracelet, “uh. It’s not wrapped or anything.”

June examines the bracelet, it was a brown braided string with a single pearl threaded in the middle.

“I love it.”

“Really?” JJ asks, scrunching up his nose, “because it’s okay if you don’t I just thought-”

“No, no I do. Thank you,” June says and reaches up to kiss his cheek. Just then there is a loud pounding coming from the passenger side window, causing June to startle and drop the bracelet. Both June and JJ lean in to grab it off the floor of the car and smack heads. “Shit, sorry”

“Ow!”

JJ finally grabs the bracelet and hands it back to her before they are both faced with Aunt Morrane opening the door and practically dragging her out of the truck.

“You know,” her aunt starts, “darling, everyone is waiting inside.”

“I’ll just be one second, I promise.” She says flashing a smile to her aunt and pleading eyes to JJ. He tries to hide his laughter.

Aunt Morrane locks arms with June and begins walking up to their sidewalk, quite literally dragging her by her feet, and begins talking about this show she was watching.

“Happy Birthday, Ju Ju!” JJ yells from the truck. June tries to flip him off as discreetly as possible with her aunt still gripping on to her.

At the door, her mother engulfs her into a hug, “Happy 18th, love.”

“Thank you, mama.”

“Was that JJ? You know he could've come in. We have enough food.”

“It’s okay, Mama, he had plans.” That satisfied her enough as she went to close the door and straight back into the kitchen. June took off her shoes and that’s when she heard it. It only lasted a minute and she couldn’t recite it if she was asked, but it was there. Faint, but clear. Just how Pope had described it. Just how everyone had described it. Her soulmate.

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stardust-walker · 4 years ago

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High Hopes: Chapter 20

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

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Lori’s safe return to camp might have been the first good thing to happen in what felt like days. Dove hurried over with the others as her friend emerged from the car. “Where’s Rick,” Lori questioned. Dove’s harsh gaze fell to Shane as he spoke.

“I had to get you back here,” he stated as if it were that simple.

Julian’s jaw dropped as he stared at the deputy. “Probably better ways to get someone to follow you than to lie and tell them someone’s safe when they’re not?” He winced as Maggie punched him in the side.

“You asshole,” Lori growled as she stomped past him. “He’s my husband,” Dove’s eyes widened as Lori punched Shane in the chest. The brunette stepped forward and pulled her back along with Andrea.

“I will go after him! I’ll find him.” Shane spoke again, “Now first things first, I gotta…I gotta look after you.” Dove scoffed before Shane continued, “I gotta make sure the baby’s alright.”

The silence and shock throughout the group was palpable. Then Carl stepped forward, the poor boy didn’t seem to understand as he looked almost excited. “You’re having a baby,” he questioned his mother. Lori glanced sideways for a moment. Dove punched the bridge of her nose in frustration as Carl continued. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Come on,” Dale broke the silence, “Let’s make sure you’re alright.” As Lori followed Andrea towards the house, Dove took a step forward.

“You’re a real fucking piece of work,” she hissed at Shane before she turned on her heel and followed the other women up to the house.

Julian turned his head and watched the others leave before he turned back to Shane, “So are you really gonna go look for Rick or were you lying to her about that too?” Maggie shot him another warning look. “What? Are we all supposed to just sit around and listen to this and not question it?”

Shane stood up straighter and ran a hand over his head, “Why don’t you just mind your business about my people?”

Julian glared at Shane, “Why didn’t you just mind your business about ours?”

Maggie took a quick step between them as Shane began to step forward. “Julian, go back to the house and just shut up. Both of you! Rick and Glenn will be back soon. They have to be.”

Dove sunk to the floor across from the couch and ran her hand across the hardwood floor as Lori tried to find the best way to explain things to her son. Carl peeked around his mother at the older man. Dale shook his head, “Don’t look at me. That’s your father’s job.”

The little boy turned his head slowly and glanced at Dove. The young woman let out a quiet snort of laughter before she raised a hand in the area. “Don’t look at me, either. I never worked with kids. Your daddy’ll be back soon anyway. I’m sure he’ll love to have that chat with you,” Dove finished with a little smirk.

“If the baby’s a girl, can we name her Sophia?” It felt like a knife to the gut, though it was obvious that Carl hadn’t meant it that way. Lori avoided the younger woman’s gaze as Dove stared back down at her hands.

“I’m sorry, bud, I thought you knew,” Shane mumbled from the doorway.

“Big brother Carl,” the little boy grinned as he flicked the brim of his hat. “Pretty cool, huh?”

“I say that’s very cool,” Shane agreed.

Dove looked up and spotted Lori trying her best to avoid any interaction with Shane. She pursed her lips as she tried to think back to the quarry. Things had definitely not been this weird between the two of them when they were there. Sophia had asked Carl if Shane was his dad and had to explain to Dove that he was not, in fact, the young boy’s father. Dove felt a sinking feeling in her chest, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of thoughts of Sophia or her realization of the true predicament that Lori Grimes had found herself in.

“How about a little later after she’s had some rest,” Andrea frowned. Dove shifted her gaze from Lori to the blonde woman and back to the doorway.

“Lori, I had to get you back here. You wouldn’t have come otherwise,” Shane reasoned. It was a pretty shitty reason. “How about you just hear me out, please?”

Lori looked torn, but she finally nodded her head. “Give me a minute, bud? Go with Dove.” Dove nodded as she pulled herself to her feet and put an arm around the little boy.

Dove tried to smile as she flicked the brim of the sheriff’s hat Carl wore, “Let’s give your mama a few minutes, little man.”

Carl waited until they were out on the porch before he spoke up. “Is everything alright with my mom?”

Hazel eyes flickered to Dale before she turned back to Carl and spoke. “I’m sure your mom is just fine. She’s probably just…worried about everything with your dad being missing and all that. Especially after today, she’s probably just wanting him to come back,” she smiled faintly.

Carl nodded his head slowly, his head turned back to the house. “I hope that’s right.”

Dale didn’t look very comfortable with leaving Lori alone in the house with Shane. Dove couldn’t help but agree with him on that, though neither of them had to say anything about it.

Julian was worried. They weren’t back yet. Beth wasn’t getting any better and Hershel was still out there. His nerves were shot, but he couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not right now anyway. So, he sat on the opposite side of the bed from Maggie, held Beth’s hand, and stared at her. He felt like any minute now, she would pop up and be the same bright and bubbly kid. Deep down he knew that even when she did snap out of it, she wouldn’t be like that for a long time.

“You just need to be strong for her,” he heard Andrea say from where she had sat next to him.

“I was just reminding her about…never mind,” Maggie shook her head. Andrea encouraged her to continue. “My dad would die if he heard this. My first summer back from college, I drove home, dumped my stuff off, went straight out to the stable for a ride.” Julian chuckled quietly. He knew this story. “My family comes back from church and Beth grabs my things and start unpacking my stuff upstairs. It was sweet until this one here,” Maggie patted Beth’s hand, “starts rifling through my backpack. She finds this little plastic container with these pink and green candies inside. She didn’t even know I was on the pill. She was so freaked out by the idea of me, boys, and sex she runs outside and chucks them in the duck pond. And I ride up, I see this, I’m screaming. She’s crying and Shawn runs outside, thinks one of us is drowning. The jerk busts out laughing as soon as he finds out. My dad comes out asking what’s going on, and Beth turns around and bats her eyelashes and just tells him we were swimming.”

Julian snorted, “Then this one,” he nodded at Maggie. “Decided it was a good idea to call my sister and start freaking out when she finally gets inside. Maggie was a hellion, but Beth knows how to raise a different type of hell,” he joked. The smile slowly formed on his face as he squeezed Beth’s hand again.

“Glenn and Rick will bring your dad back,” Andrea tried to assure Maggie.

“Glenn’s a good guy,” Maggie sniffled.

Shane seemed to be trying to stay true to his word as he began to load up the car to head out and look for Rick. Dove leaned back against the RV, cigarette burning down in her hand as she watched Daryl examine his rifle. She’d woken up that morning feeling just a little bit ashamed of how she’d lashed out at him, but she didn’t exactly know how to have that talk. Part of her still thought he deserved it.

“He doesn’t want Rick back,” Dove heard Dale tell Andrea. “Or Hershel. With those two gone, he’s got everything he wants and no one to tell him otherwise,” the old man shook his head. Dove found herself drifting closer to the conversation; Dale was getting pretty ballsy talking about something like that with Shane in earshot.

“Shane has done more to keep this group alive than anybody, including Rick,” Andrea narrowed her eyes at Dale.

“Now I know you didn’t just say that,” Dove spoke up as the attention of the two turned to her. “You have been spewing some real bullshit over the last few weeks, but I have to say, that has to be the worst thing I’ve heard.” She shook her head.

“You think Rick’s done more,” Andrea questioned as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“I know he has. He bargained with the group at the nursing home to get Glenn back. He went back to try and save Merle and so we could get the guns. I mean in case you haven’t noticed, without that bag of guns, our chances of being alive right now would be pretty slim,” Dove counted off on her fingers. “Rick has tried his best to keep us all safe! The only person Shane has tried to keep safe is himself and maybe Lori and Carl. The rest of us are just along for the ride,” Dove scowled at the blonde woman.

“I mean, I have to agree. There’s no way you can possibly believe that Andrea.” The disappointment in Dale’s voice was obvious.

“I do,” Andrea stated.

Dove stepped up beside Dale as Andrea moved towards the car. “What a dumbass,” she grumbled as she finally tossed her cigarette to the ground. The sound of a vehicle approaching broke through the silence.

They were back. Dove jogged up towards the house with everyone else. A small smile was on her face as she watched Carl run up to hug his father.

“Who the hell is that,” T-Dog spoke up and Dove narrowed her eyes as she moved closer to Carol.

“That’s Randall,” Glenn spoke up.

“Holy shit,” Julian muttered as he turned and headed back into the house.

Dove didn’t like the fact that they were in there trying to decide what to do about someone’s life. Rick had the right idea, she thought to, to let the boy go once he was healed. Andrea was on a real winning streak that day. “Isn’t that the same as leaving him for the walkers,” the blonde inquired.

Dove placed a hand over her mouth as she leaned back in her chair. Her attention shifted from the blonde to the door as Daryl entered. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on what she could only assume was herself and Carol. A new sense of shame rolled over her as, instead of the scowl she’d been expecting, he nodded his head at them with a small forced smile. Dove’s hazel eyes glanced towards Carol as the older woman shrugged her shoulders. Dove tried her best to keep her eyes forward, but she could feel her heart beat faster as the man walked across the room and stood across from them.

“He knows where we are,” Shane said.

“He was blindfolded the whole way here, he’s not a threat,” Rick explained.

“You killed three of their men, you took one hostage,” Shane began to ramble. “But they just ain’t gonna come looking?”

Dove frowned as she lowered her hand, “You would rather them have left the poor kid out in the middle of the night with a fence through his leg to get eaten alive?”

Rick ran a hand through his hair, “They left him for dead. Like Dove said, they saw him with the fence through him and they left him there to die. No one is looking.”

T-Dog spoke up, “we should still post a guard.”

Hershel shrugged his shoulders, “He’s out cold right now, will be for hours.”

“You know what? I’m gonna go get him some flowers and candy,” Shane exclaimed sarcastically.

Julian ground his teeth as he spoke up from beside Hershel, “Were you always this much of an asshole or is this just an end-of-the-world bullshit because I’m getting really tired of it man.”

“Julian…” Patricia warned.

“Sorry, Pat. Sorry, I know no cursing in the house, but someone had to say it! Randall is not a threat,” he shook his head. “Randall is a little punk but he’s what? 120 soaking wet. Carl could probably kick his a…. butt if he wanted to.”

Shane scoffed and shook his head. “Look at this folks, we’re back in Fantasyland.”

“You know, we haven’t even dealt with what you did at my barn yet,” Hershel turned quickly as Shane began to exit the room. Julian’s dark eyes widened in shock. He expected it from Maggie, maybe. Not Hershel. “Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all. This is my farm. Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. So, do us both a favor? Keep your mouth shut.”

Julian looked down at his shoes as he tried to keep a shocked laugh from coming out of his mouth. As everyone began to file out, he looked up and put a hand on Hershel’s shoulder. “Wait until Beth hears about what you just did, man.” Julian smiled as he patted Hershel’s shoulder excitedly. “She’s gonna be so mad she missed it.” Dove rose from her chair as the two men exited the room and entered the hallway.

The brunette watched as Carol tried to approach Daryl, who had somehow made it to the door, only for him to push his way outside without allowing her to say anything. Dove closed the distance between herself and her sister quickly as they left the house. “I think he just needs some space,” Dove whispered to Carol.

“Maybe,” Carol hesitated as she watched Daryl trek back towards his lonely little campsite. “Maybe you shouldn’t have gone and yelled at him last night either.” She frowned and Dove sighed.

Dove nervously rubbed her forearm as she leaned against the porch railing. “You think I don’t know that? I was just…I was angry. I’ll find a way to make it up to you…and maybe him too. As long as he deserves it.” She looked down at the porch.

Carol let out a heavy sigh and took a few steps forward to kiss her younger sister on the top of her head. “That’s all I can ask…”

The next week felt like the longest week of her life. There had been a few times when she had gone up to try and talk with Daryl, but it always seemed like the universe was telling her that now wasn’t the time. The first time she’d tried to do it, Maggie had asked her for help with collecting eggs. Dove had given the other woman a confused look but had helped her anyway. It was perfectly clear to anyone with eyes that Maggie was important to Glenn and Glenn was her best friend. A few other times, Daryl had been pulled aside by other men in the group to watch Randall or do other things that Dove didn’t care to hear about.

About 3 days into it, Dove had all but thrown herself backwards onto her sleeping bag in frustration. “What’s wrong now,” Carol asked, but didn’t look up from her sewing. Carol had taken to fixing up winter coats that they’d salvaged from the highway since it was starting to get colder out.

Dove ran a hand through her dark hair and closed her eyes. “My mom always used to say that the universe will give you signs when things are meant to happen. You think that me getting interrupted every time I try to apologize to that jerk means that he deserved it?” She opened one eye to look at her sister as a smirk crept onto her face.

Carol rolled her eyes. “Your mom was a smart lady and she believed what she believed so I won’t tell you she was wrong. If you want to go off that though, maybe the time just isn’t right. Maybe it’s like you said. You just need to give him time,” the older woman looked up and flashed her sister a comforting smile.

Dove had taken to doing something she felt like she could control and help with. Beth. It would be a little different if the young woman were willing to talk, but Dove understood. The brunette entered the kitchen as Lori walked out with a tray of food for the teenager. “Oh vegetables,” Dove chirped as she reached over the saltshaker and picked up a piece of cucumber. She took a bite out of it as she leaned back against the counter. “Something wrong, Maggie?”

The younger woman shrugged her shoulders as she drummed her fingers on the counter. “Just everything with Glenn. It’s kind of got me all worried, you know? What if I messed things up?”

Dove sighed and popped the rest of the piece into her mouth. After a few moments, she spoke. “Guys are weird. They’ll do nice shit for you one day and tell you to basically go fuck yourself the next.”

“Speaking from experience,” Maggie quirked an eyebrow.

Dove rolled her hazel eyes and swatted playfully at the woman. “I’m 28 years old. If I hadn’t experienced that yet, I might be worried.” Nice avoiding the question. “My point is that Glenn didn’t do anything like that to you. What I think happened is that maybe Glenn never felt like that about someone before and it spooked him. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. I think Glenn’s crazy about you. He’ll come around.”

Maggie looked down at the counter and nodded. “You think so?” Dove nodded. “Thanks…”

“Absolutely. Would you like to schedule another appointment? Knowing all of these assholes, I’ll be booked until the actual end of the world,” Dove snorted as she reached for another piece of cucumber. Maggie let out a light chuckle. It was nice to have friends.

Julian was caught off guard as Lori came out of Beth’s room white as a ghost. “Hey what’s wrong,” he questioned the woman as she passed.

Lori didn’t stop but turned slightly and pointed back to Beth’s room. “You stay with her. I’m gonna go find Maggie and Hershel.” Julian didn’t have time to say anything as he spotted the knife in her hand. His heart sank to his stomach as he turned and headed down the hallway. He peeked his head into the bedroom.

Beth was faced away from the doorway when he entered. “Beth…Bethie.” Julian said quietly as he walked over and took a seat next to her feet. “Beth. I need you to tell me what you were planning to do with the knife.”

The blonde didn’t move at all, but she answered. “It’s all pointless now, Julie. What’s the point anymore? Even if we live, we’ll probably just end up like my mom. And Shawn.”

Julian’s hands shook as he rested his elbows on his knees. His gaze focused onto the floor in front of him. He wanted to be able to reassure her as best he could, but there was no way that he could do it. He wanted to believe that there was hope for the future, but part of him couldn’t help but think that Beth was right. That didn’t mean that anyone else had to die, though.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Lori ran back into the doorway followed by Dove. Dove’s hazel eyes were wide and panicked as she entered the room. Lori hadn’t explained much, just that she’d found Beth trying to cut herself and couldn’t find Maggie. Dove half expected to enter the room and see blood but relief flooded through her as Maggie ran down the hallway.

She was like a bat out of hell as she descended onto her younger sister. “Are you serious? What do you think dad’s gonna do when he finds out?” Julian chewed nervously on his thumbnail.

“What’s he gonna do? Kill me for committing suicide,” Beth sounded emotionless as she responded.

Dove sighed as she pulled her hair back away from her face. “Beth, listen. I know that it feels like you can’t feel anything right now, but that was a very permanent solution to a temporary problem. I know how much it hurts to lose someone; believe me I know.” Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke. “But Maggie’s right. How do you think your dad would feel if you did it?”

The blonde girl stared straight ahead and shrugged her thin shoulders.

“Stop being a brat,” Maggie sat down on the bed. “He’d die. So would I. This isn’t just about you.” Julian stood up slowly and put an arm on Dove’s shoulder. A look from the younger man told her that maybe this was a conversation the two women needed to have on their own.

“How are you doing,” Dove turned her attention to Julian as he shut the door behind them.

Julian shook his head, “It’s not me you need to worry about. Beth would never do something like that.” He sucked in a deep breath as shouts started to come from inside the bedroom. Dove placed a gentle hand on his back and began to lead him to the kitchen. “Beth loves Maggie. She would never fight with her like that.” He wandered through into the dining room and took a seat.

“This could’ve been handled better,” Andrea spoke.

Dove felt her anger flare up again as Andrea answered Lori. “You shouldn’t have taken the knife away.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Dove grumbled.

“Excuse me,” Lori sounded truly shocked.

“You were wrong. Like Dale taking my gun, that wasn’t your decision,” Andrea sounded so sure of herself.

Dove bit down on her tongue. She didn’t want to fight anymore, she really didn’t.

“She has to choose to live on her own, she has to find her own reasons,” Andrea stated.

Dove snapped, “You are a grown ass woman capable of making your own decisions. Beth is a sixteen-year-old child. You want to give someone who wants to die a way out?”

“What is your problem,” Andrea turned her attention to Dove.

“My problem is that just because you’re a fucking lawyer, you think you know everything,” Dove pointed a finger at the older woman.

“And you really have the authority to tell me about a situation like this,” Andrea’s tone was condescending, and it just served to fuel the fire.

“No, but I do have a degree in psychology and several years of experience to tell you about the situation,” Dove explained, and Andrea rolled her eyes. “I swear to God, if I had that here with me, I would shove it in your face, then roll it up and shove it so far up your…”

Lori moved behind Dove and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Stop it! Both of you! Andrea, you need to stop. Dove, I know what you’re saying, and I agree with you but it’s not making it any better.”

“How,” Andrea threw a hand in the air.

“Would you want me to tie a noose for her too then,” Lori snapped.

“If she’s serious, she’ll figure out a way,” Andrea shrugged.

“True but it’s a whole hell of a lot easier when you wanna give her a butcher knife,” Dove glared at the blonde woman.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t stop her or let her know that I care,” Lori explained. Dove admired how the woman was trying so hard to hold it together. Odds were, she probably wanted to scream and fight as much as Dove did.

“She believes that suicide is the best option,” Andrea said as if she had suddenly discovered it was raining outside.

“That’s not an option,” Lori shook her head.

“Of course it is.”

Dove’s jaw dropped. She managed to tune out half of what Andrea said until she heard it. “I help keep this place safe.”

“If trying to shoot Daryl in the head counts as keeping this place safe, then you sure did,” Dove chided back.

“The men can handle this on their own. They don’t need your help,” Lori asserted.

“I’m sorry. What would you have me do,” Andrea asked. That baffled Dove. It was a farm, there were a million and one things to do and somehow, everyone else managed to keep themselves busy.

“There’s plenty of work to go around,” Lori frowned.

“Are you serious,” Andrea shouted. “Everything falls apart and you’re in my face over skipping laundry?”

Dove scoffed as Lori continued. “Puts a burden on the rest of us. On me, Carol, Dove, Patricia, and Maggie. Cookin and cleanin and caring for Beth. So yes, there is more than enough work to keep you busy too.” Dove’s eyes widened slighlty as she caught the angry look on Andrea’s face. “You don’t care about anyone but yourself. You sit up on that RV, working on a tan with a shotgun in your lap.”

Andrea scowled and began to explain how she was on watch, but Lori was having none of it. The two women continued to argue back and forth until Andrea dropped a bomb. “Go in there and tell that little girl that everything’s gonna be okay, just like it is for you. She’ll get a husband, a son, baby, boyfriend. She just has to look on the bright side.”

Dove boiled over as she walked around the table and gave Andrea a hard shove. “Get out!”

Andrea turned her attention to the brunette, “And you. You act so high and mighty but…”

“She said, get out,” Julian’s voice came from the doorway and it made everyone freeze. Andrea looked startled. “You don’t get to talk to people like that in this house. If I hear you talking about Beth like that again, I’ll tell Maggie exactly what you said about her. Then you’ll really regret it.”

Lori finally seemed to crumble a little bit as Andrea exited the house with a slam of the door. “I…”

“You don’t need to explain anything to me, Lori. I get it. In traumatic situations, people will…find comfort in other people. You don’t need to explain anything,” Dove stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Lori. She really wished she’d gotten to hit Andrea again.

When he heard Maggie going towards Beth’s room and calling for her, Julian rose from his seat and was at the doorway in seconds. Then the glass shattered. Maggie flashed him a panicked look as she began to knock on the door. Julian walked over; panic written all over his face. “Bethie, open up!” Julian banged on the door. “Don’t do this,” he echoed Maggie. His heart sank when she mentioned she’d left her with Andrea. Julian slammed his shoulder against the door once, but it was a hard old wooden door. There was a better chance of him dislocating something than getting the door opened before something happened. “Beth just open the door! Please!” He shouted through the door.

The door finally swung open as Lori pried it open with a fire poker. His stomach turned as Beth turned and he saw her clutch her bloody wrist. “I’m sorry,” she started to cry. It felt like things moved in slow motion as Maggie walked forward into the bathroom and put an arm around her sister. With a word, Julian ran off to collect bandages for his friend. He was alone for the first time in days and for the first time, he let the tears that he’d been holding back fall.

The last thing any of them expected was for Rick and Shane to return with Randall, but that was what happened. Dove didn’t like the idea of Daryl going off to question the boy on his own. She paced nervously between the tents with her sister as she waited for the man to return.

It felt like hours, but Daryl eventually emerged from the barn and walked back up towards the camp. “Boy there’s got a gang. 30 men,” Daryl explained as he approached them. “They have heavy artillery and they ain’t lookin to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they’re gonna wish they would be.” A shiver ran down Dove’s spine at the thought. Her hazel eyes drifted down to look at Daryl’s hands as Carol asked about his knuckles. “Had a little chat,” he answered simply as he stepped through, back to his campsite.

Dove let out a heavy sigh before she walked back to her tent. She paused for a moment before she began to dig through her backpack. Down near the bottom of the front pocket, she found what she was looking for. Some antiseptic and some clean tissues. Probably not the best, but that would have to do for a peace offering.

It felt like she had bricks tied to her shoes the closer that she got to her destination. “You coming to throw more shit at me,” Daryl called out the moment he spotted her.

“To be fair,” Dove raised a hand as she stopped just behind him, “I was aiming for your head.”

“Your aim was off,” Daryl grumbled.

“Well, it’s been a while since softball,” she shrugged her shoulders and pointed to the spot next to him. “Can I sit.”

Daryl just let out a grunt and Dove lowered herself to sit next to him. Her gaze went to his knuckles again. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.” She held out the antiseptic to him with a raised eyebrow.

“I did what I had to do,” Daryl just shrugged his shoulders. He looked at the items in her hand before he begrudgingly held his hand out to her.

Dove sighed as she gently took Daryl’s hand in hers and began to dab at the blood on his knuckles with a tissue. “You did more than you had to. That seems to be a pattern with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Daryl scoffed.

Dove shrugged as she continued to dab at his hand. “It means that you almost got yourself killed looking for Sophia. You beat the shit out of some kid to find out all the things you had to in order to protect the group…”

Daryl frowned, “Any of them would’ve done it if they had to.”

Dove furrowed her eyebrows as she dabbed the antiseptic onto his knuckles now. “But you’re the one who did. You do just as much for us as Rick does. I think you need to realize how much people appreciate it. How much I appreciate it.” The corner of her mouth turned up into a small smirk, “When you’re not being a bully. Sorry about that by the way. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“You can’t tell people how to grieve,” Daryl said to her and she stopped for a moment. Her gaze raised to Daryl and she released his hand as she spotted the small smile on his face.

“You’re right. You can’t. Now just shut your mouth and give me your other hand,” Dove rolled her eyes as Daryl placed his hand in hers. It felt good to finally be able to make things right.

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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.

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"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."

###

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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ME AND MY 2 BABIES STORY PLEASE HELP US ANYBODY PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Hello Everyone I´m sorry to bother you Guys right now but as of right now i don´t know what else to do im 28 years old born in NC and brought up in NC by my grandmother my mom had 8 of us lol yes 8 of us she dropped us first four off with our grandma for a man so coming up was hard especially been the third oldest i had to grow up fast started cooking at the age of 5 childhood was very messed up and we was highly affected by our mother actions which cause us major pain because of the things we had to go through and hear getting beatings with drop cords switches belts brooms etc whatever they had close by sadly my mother came back to take us when i reach middle school all because my dad gave my grandmother money for taking care of his two he got with my mom me and a brother my mom was money hungry and still is but since he didn't give her the money she came back to take us out of spite knowing she didn't want us have your mother ever told you if her grandma was living she wouldn't had no kids at all or wish she didn't have the kids she got or feel the need to tell her kids how long they gone live in this world and her favorite was we want live to see our old age smh well mines said all of it proudly with a smile we were damage by that as well when i was 16 i moved in with my boyfriend and his family who was next door to my mom i was threaten daily by him and when i would tell my mom she would ask me what did i do to him or say to him as if it was my fault and i actually thought i was the bad guy breaking all the relationship rules then them threats turned into major beatings where i would have to run next door crying with the black eyes busted lips and all only for my mother to say the same thing WHAT DID I DO TO HIM so wrong smh sad but true it was like she didn't want me staying with her because she knew we didn't like her young husband who was beating on her and when we would take up for her she turned on us and was on his side and whatever he say goes so if he didn't want me there even doe i´m her blood she birth me she wasn't gone go against him so i want gone be there smh so i had no where at all to go but back to the one abusing me in many different forms it was like a hobby for him years passing by and beatings getting worst more black eyes bruises and busted lips he kept me in the house from everybody and i mean everybody when i was 20 i was blessed to be pregnant just by the wrong man who i always tried to get away from but i was beyond happy because i would soon see and feel what real love feels like and i thought by me being pregnant with his child the cheating would stop and i would be safe from the beatings but oh no i thought wrong yes the beatings was worst the whole 9 months i had black eyes busted lips etc even was slammed on the ground slammed on top of rocks and all while pregnant with nobody to turn too feeling unwanted and worthless but still happy because i was becoming a mother thinking when i have our baby it would be better for us both and plus i had no where to go so 2012 i had my first real love my baby thank GOD I was crying with full of joy i can say the first 2 months everything was good falling into place for my family no more beatings but then his old ways came back i´m getting beatings in front of my 2 month old even while holding him at times i´m home daily while he out living life because of my baby i kept faith even through the beatings hurt and pain then 2 years later i found out i was pregnant again i was beyond happy again but he wasn't at all so them beatings was way worst now i´m getting beating while pregnant holding my 2 year old mother still next door asking me what am i doing wrong smh he would put crushed pills in my food and drinks he would put a lot of stuff in my food and drinks to make me lose my second child i´m getting stomped and all when he get upset with whoever or when he couldn't get his way or his weed he did so much to try an make me lose my baby i went to my mom house next door while he was working i begged her to let me stay with her into i have my baby and ill do anything she said yes i could but i had to give her 200 in my food stamps every month and i was only getting 300 but i had to do whatever to save my baby this is year 2014 then i finally had my baby while staying at my moms when i was at the hospital he came crying saying all the right things i wanted to hear and now that my baby is here my mom no longer wanted us there so i went back to my baby daddy house the 3 of us everything was okay once again at first when my baby was 2 months he had came home around 3 or 4 am after leaving the club he came in all drunk just all over the place i whisper to him to please not be loud but i was talking to myself he was highly rude and loud now my 2 month old up crying and now he passes out as i´m trying to get her to stop crying he wakes up and look at me and her as we in the rocking chair and says ´´SHUT THAT LIL BITCH UP´´ and i responded back and said ´´MY BABY not NO BITCH AND YOU THE REASON SHE UP NOW¨¨ he responded back by saying the same thing so i said the same thing back as well then next thing i know i closed my eyes they were shut so tight all i could hear was a big boom and my two month old screaming when i opened my eyes all i could see was plate glass all in her hair blanket on her face and body and the same with me i broke down crying he kicked us out in the cold rain for about 30 minutes the next day came he comes in the room sees me holding my 2 month old with my 2 year old standing close by and i was on the phone and he heard me begging for some type of family help to leave from him asap i was crying he told me to get off the phone and when i didn't he throw his cellphone at me his cell phone hit my hand and broke my finger smh he put us in his car he pulled my hair all the way from our little city to the next little city while i´m in the backseat with both my babies holding them crying and that ride was almost a 30 minute ride now my scalp was bleeding and all sadly when we got back to his house i watched him sleep thinking about taking his life for all them years of beatings and cheating crying so bad and then i looked at my babies and said GOD blessed me for a reason and hes not worth leaving them because i´m all they got and want nobody treat them like i do i didn't go to sleep that night the next day he left to go out of town for work and i packed all of our stuff up and left he quit his job that same day and came where we was asking me to come back home and be with him but i was beyond tired now and over it so i said no he said ok you know what BITCH i´m tired of you and all i heard was his gun cock back and he turned around with it in his hand and all i did was fall into the front door of my grandma house on top of both my babies scared out of my mind crying laying on top of my two babies luckily my elderly cousin was there so he didn't shot the gun he said he got something for me and took off i called the law he went to jail he got out and the next day he was already with another woman everyone asked me how he moved on so fast after a day and i told them she was with him as long as i was even while i was living with him like i said before he was cheating and i was getting the beatings but me moving out him moving on didn't stop him from coming and putting his hands on me with his famous line you my baby mama i can do this and that smh never knew how to take him and at this point he would come kick in the door run over my babies bikes and all then call the police on his self and wait for them to come smh crazy right his woman he was with got mad at him and called the Social Services with a bunch of lies and the crazy part about it she called SS because the night before he wouldn't have sex with her childish right but she thought he didn't want to have sex with her because he was cheating with someone else or me baby girl not this one i was THANKING GOD i wasn't the one getting beatings every other day in front of my babies didn't even wish that on her but she texted him and said she was gone hurt him and me by getting our kids taken when i wasn't bothering them she was very close reaching that devilish goal especially with the lies that came out of her mouth but THANK GOD she was a highly sloppy sneaky person because when he showed the text of her saying that´s how she was gone hurt me and him by getting our kids taken SS dropped the case she went to jail too and they broke up for a week then he came back wanting my kids to go with her somewhere i said no he slapped me but that slapped didn't make me change my mind and when i told him its either my kids spending time with him without her because she just tried to have them taken he gone say to me and my kids goodbye he pick her so i said to hell with him he missing out on them growing up but he didn't care he made that clear and i was tired of being the nice person and at least let him try to be a dad he wasn't paying child support and he would see them every blue moon one day we had no food i called him and asked him to bring them a 1 dollar burger a piece he asked me do he look like a damn soup kitchen i said no you would look like a father smh i was working at a fast food place he came to the job bothering me being funny posting on Facebook him and his woman clowning me about where i was working but as a MOTHER a job is a job smh 2019-2020 me and my babies was homeless going house to house very unwelcome and unwanted getting talked about and trashed even slept in a car no help no support so called family talking down about us 3 among each other behind my back then they end up having a falling out and then start telling what each other said about me and my kids in front of me and my babies that shit was very hurtful all i did was cry only for my two babies to say don´t cry we went to stay with my dad my blood dad it only last two days because i woke up to him touching me sexually saying he feel like i´m hurt and unhappy and he would do whatever it takes to make me happy again and i told him as long as i have them to amazing kids ill always be happy i felt hurt by him doing me like that it messed me up it had me thinking have he did me like this when i was a baby a little girl because why would he try me while i´m a grown ass woman a mother of 2 i covered both my kids body parts mad as hell feeling like he would try them if he just tried me and it was 4 am i texted my sister and told her hurry up and pick us up because i was gone take his life yes my dad i was gone kill him for doing that dirty mess to me my clothes was still on and stuff he was rubbing between my legs on top of my pants while the 3 of us was sleep and i woke up even then he tried to say he was trying to hug me sadly and nasty at 6 am we was gone back to been homeless smh my kids dad making 23 an hour living his best life with his woman without a care in the world about his kids well being i´m their the full time mother and father and i always enjoy it then one day my kids dad called and was trashing me i was crying my baby got on the phone and said you not gone keep talking to my mom like that at the age of 5 i didn't tell him to say it and it shocked me and a few minutes later my grandma came in the house and said your kids dad outside my son started crying my grandma was like let him just talk to him i´m gone be right out there with him so they walks outside my kids dad made it to his car with my son before my grandma could even get off the porch next thing i know i could hear the horn blowing and my grandma being loud i ran outside he had locked my son in the car with him and was hitting my baby in the head with his hand and my son head was hitting the horn all because my baby said don´t talk to his mom like that smh so i called the law and ran outside with a knife ready for war not my son he let my crying baby out the car and took off he told my grandma that he would spit and hit her in the face like he did me so my grandma wanted us to leave she said she was to old for all that and i couldn't blame her but i was beyond hurt we had no where else to go the safe space ended up blessing us with the help of getting our own place thank GOD and i was working doing PCA Nursing everything going good and that so called mother of mines was working at the same job i had to work on Thanksgiving Christmas and all and it was suppose to be special because it was our first Christmas in our own house but we needed the money the 3 of us then one day that so called mother wanted me to work with her after i had just got done doing a 20 hr swift so she could spend time with that same husband who didn't like her kids who didn't want her to let me and my babies stay with her so we wouldn't be homeless when he lives else where but still control her and her house too the same husband she put before us when i said NO she fired me then called the boss a close friend of hers and told her i was fired and the boss went with it when the 89 year patient said i was the best worker she ever had i treated her like a queen i did her feet and all did things i didn't have to do i treated her like she was my great grandma i did everything how she loved it and wanted it trying to make her last years her best years i cried like a baby because i loved my patient so much i needed her like she needed me she was hurt and she still hurt now about it so next thing i know our power goes off the end of January 2021 when i called SS to get help paying it they said they can only help once a year and they had made a payment for me already i was lost and shocked come to find out a family member i trusted used my info and me and my kids names to get her light bill paid smh so they wouldn't help us and by me telling them that a family member used my info and i wanted to have them do something about it that family member was upset and called SS made some hurtful reports so my kids had to stay else where since the power was off and i wasn't no longer working so they was at my so called mother house who i wasn't dealing with because i put her in her place about how she treated us coming up and stuff smh she made everything worst for me i mean very worst now February comes lights still off and now we getting evicted as well so now its more then temporary since the eviction and SS don´t want my kids to be homeless again and neither did i they my everything but its a thing called karma my so called mom did me so wrong and i´ve begged and begged so many people to help us but nothing at all no type of help and support but that so called mom of mines got evicted and got into Friday and i found out yesterday that she was evicted and that my kids were crying because they have to move with their dad its killing me to see them hurt if i can get our rent paid and lights on then us 3 can be together or find somewhere to stay we can be together but i have nobody at all just us 3 its killing me that they hurting we always been together i´ve been the mother and father giving them everything i´ve always went without making sure they have i don´t care if i only had one outfit they will forever have plenty of everything i don´t have to eat as long as they full if i could i would give them the world with everyone still on it i need my babies just like they need me i´m their better half and they my better half they give me life they make my life beyond better since day one i cant live without them nor be without them to see my babies crying not being with me and having to go somewhere they don´t want be there never have never will and he even told the social services he don´t want them that hurts but he don´t have to want them i do and always have wanted them and always will if i had the right family and support and help things would be better but i have nobody but them they have nobody but me and i have nobody but them and GOD i´m dying in the inside and GOD knows that if they not with me i don´t wanna be here people will never know the pain i´m going through their dad toke them on his taxes and all he didn't offer us the right help didn't care at all about helping PERIOD my kids are down and out without me scared crying everyday and i´m not eating nor sleeping before i let them suffer and be hurt ill battle my life away for their happiness i´m their mother and father and i got into FRIDAY before my kids go with where they don´t want to be and where he don´t want them to be i´ve email so many people begging for help with some many tears in my eyes with a broken soul about to get a new job next week but i need help now and as i begged for help i gave them my landlord number i don´t need to touch any money or anything i just need a helping hand for us somebody anybody please please ill do anything GOD knows that i cant take it all we need is help and hope i´m breaking down into pieces without my babies everybody know how much i love my babies they my best friends and all we super close just like its hurting me its hurting them and ain´t nobody trying to help us and i thought their would be more people like me when i was working i was buying food for homeless giving them money and all that´s my type of heart and my babies ill give my last to anybody let people live with us now they got their own place and didn't offer me and my babies a place to stay not even one night before they was taken temporarily smh its killing me i need help ASAP PLEASEEEEEE ain´t nobody perfect but i´m perfect for my kids just like they are beyond perfect for me please somebody help us Thank You

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colbybrocksmolder · 5 years ago

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Welcome To The Family – Colby Brock x Reader

“Colby.” You gasped, your hands flying to your stomach. The two of you were in the middle of cooking ‘breakfast’ (don’t judge a pregnant woman for wanting hash browns at 3 am) when something felt a little…off.

“Is he kicking?” Colby asked, his hands moving to smooth over part of your belly that your hands weren’t covering.

“Oh, he’s kicking alright. I think he’s about to kick the door down.” You answered, feeling a wet sensation fall down your legs. Being 37 weeks pregnant made it a bit difficult to find comfortable clothes so you were currently in your undies and one of Colby’s tank tops.

“Wait, what?” Colby asked before following your line of sight to the now wet floor. He started mumbling something to himself, his eyes still staring at the floor.

The reality of the situation hit you and you stayed silent for a moment before quietly laughing. “I swear I didn’t pee.”

His eyes shot up to meet yours. “You’re okay, right?” The two of you hadn’t moved in nearly a minute. You nodded, a few stray silent tears making a break for it and falling down your cheeks. Colby’s fingers moved to wipe them away. “Are you in pain yet?” he asked, cradling your face in his hands.

“Not yet.” You said, shaking your head. You were kind of afraid to move. You took a deep breath. “This is real.”

Colby couldn’t stop the huge smile that spread over his face. “This is real, baby.” He said, leaning over your belly to kiss you. “Holy shit, this is real. NATE! NATE, WAKE UP!”

Nate had been staying with you guys for about a month. Colby was too afraid to leave you home alone when he went to film and Nate was on break from school. Up in the loft, you heard Nate roll off the air mattress and hit the floor. “WHAT?!” He yelled, startled.

“Go wake Sam up! Y/n’s water broke!” he answered.

Nate flew down the stairs and out the door to get Sam.

Colby guided you towards your bedroom, holding on to you to make sure you didn’t slip or fall. “Do you want to change?” he asked.

“Honestly, I’m afraid to bend or move or do anything.” You said, the anticipation starting to settle in and overwhelm you.

“Baby, here. Sit down on the edge of the bed. I’ll get you changed.” Colby helped you sit and lean back, getting you into fresh undies. “Why don’t you just wear one of my really long shirts.” He suggested, grabbing one from the closet quickly.

All you could do was nod and breathe. He knew that trying to get you into anything more than that right now was going to be a struggle and he wanted to keep you as calm as possible. “I love you” was your quiet thank you after Colby had helped you change and get back up off of the bed.

“I love you, too. Both of you. So much.” Colby replied, kissing you and helping you walk back out towards the living room.

“I’M HERE! WE’RE READY!” Sam practically fell into your apartment, Nate following him in and quickly getting dressed. “Kat is going to meet us there.” He looked hilarious. He was dressed and had his backpack on, but his hair was sticking up all over the place and you’d never seen his eyes open so wide.

You chuckled. “Thank you, Sam.”

“Sam, grab the black bag by the couch and I’ll make sure she gets downstairs safe.” Colby said, remembering that you had packed an emergency bag for when this happened.

When you finally made it to the hospital and got checked into a room, Colby took a minute to text the appropriate people. Neither of your parents lived in California, so he sent them messages saying that he’d keep them updated. Letting them know that if they wanted to fly out that they’d have a place to stay between yours and Sam’s apartments. He then text the group chat with your friends. Colby had named the group chat “Misfit Island” like the old claymation Christmas movie. Your friends were definitely family, and everyone had insisted he text the gc when your water broke.

The first to show up was Kat. She had walked in with coffee for Sam and Nate and a Red Bull for Colby.

“How are you doing?” she asked, leaning down to hug you the best she could.

“So far so good.” You answered, smiling up at her.

Next to make appearances were Mike and Kevin. Mike wasn’t wearing shoes and Kevin wasn’t wearing pants. They were bickering about who looked dumber in front of the hot nurse at the welcome station when they walked in the room.

“I think you both look equally crazy.” You said, laughing at the two disheveled boys.

“Who leaves the house without shoes?” Kevin teased Mike, sitting in a chair next to Colby and throwing his arm around him.

“I was in a hurry!” Mike laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Hanging in there, mamas?” he asked, squeezing your hand.

“I am.” You smiled. “I think I panicked more than Colby did, though.”

Kevin shook Colby a bit with the arm he had around his shoulders. “My man stayin’ strong for his woman.”

Colby smiled over at you and then looked between Mike and Kevin. “Kevin, how did you remember to put socks and shoes on, but not pants?” He laughed, looking down at the baggy orange boxers Kevin was sporting.

“See!” Mike joined in.

At first you didn’t know if you wanted your friends to be hanging around during this whole process, but 30 seconds of Mike and Kevin bickering made you grateful Colby decided to text them. The rest of your friend group showed up throughout the day. You ended up being in labor for HOURS, but Colby never left your side.

Since you had about 15 people taking up space in the waiting room, the hospital opened up another sitting room for your group. This is when Sam busted out his camera. He set the camera up on a little shelf in the corner and told everyone in the group to take turns recording themselves. He wanted to make a video for your kid to watch when he was old enough to understand and appreciate it. He wanted to capture all of the anticipation and joy and love that your child was bringing to the group.

One by one, everyone in the group recorded themselves talking to your soon-to-be-born baby.

Kat’s was sweet. “You’re the first to make one of us a parent.” She had said, a huge grin on her face. “I know your parents can’t wait to meet you, but after them there’s a long line of people just waiting to love on the newest little member of our family.” She blew a kiss to the camera and ended her recording.

Corey’s was funny. “When your mom starts scolding you for making fart jokes at the dinner table, just blame me. She’ll believe you.” Corey had laughed, his energetic expression slowly being replaced by a softer serious one. “I know I’m a goofball and I hope that I get to be in your life enough that you know it too…I don’t take a lot of things seriously, but I swear on my life you can always come to me. For a laugh, for advice…Doesn’t matter. Your parents have been there for me more than most people know. They’re family. That means you’re family.” He smiled at the camera, taking a deep breath and ending his recording.

Aryia’s was thoughtful. “I didn’t realize I was really growing up until your dad busted ass running through our house with a pregnancy test in his hand. He was so happy, man. He couldn’t shut up about you.” He smiled but looked terrified. “Seeing Colby so confident that you were going to be the biggest blessing in his life made me start to think about what I want out of life and honestly? That scares the shit out of me.” Aryia said, shaking his head. “Oh, shit. I mean, crap. Ah, whatever. You’ve probably got a swear jar for me by the time you actually see this video.” He laughed. “What makes thinking about the future not so scary is knowing that your mom and your dad and all of our friends…they’ve got my back. They’re the best friends I’ve ever had. We’re like a big family…and soon we’ll be welcoming you into it.” Aryia threw up his usual peace sign and ended the recording.

Kevin’s was cheerful. “This is a beautiful day, kid. It feels like every time I turn around, someone I love is doing something new and amazing…but I think this blows most of those out of the water. You’ve got some cool aunts and uncles in this room right now. You’re going to grow up with rock stars and poets and comedians…” Kevin paused when everyone busted up laughing at something Corey had done. “See? We’re lucky to have each other. There’s a lot of love in this room, kid. You’re gonna grow up with the coolest family around.” He turned to snark back at something someone else said and ended his recording.

Jake’s was goofy. “For some reason recording this makes me nervous.” Jake laughed. “I know I’m weird and I make dumb jokes and I’ve probably still got weird hair whenever you’re watching this…but I’m calling it now, I’m going to be the fun uncle. I buy the best snacks and there’s cartoons constantly playing on my tv.” He continued to list reasons why he was going to make a great uncle. “You know, even though I know I’m gonna be the best, you’ve got a lot of people here that are pretty cool too.” He laughed. “And you’re all they’ve been able to talk about for like 2 whole months. Everyone keeps telling Colby his life is about to change, but really…I think you’re gonna change all of our lives when you join the family.” Jake waved like a little kid and ended his recording.

Mike’s was honest. “You know, life isn’t always going to be perfect. It’s tough. You’re going to go through some stuff that you won’t want to talk about or ask for help with.” Mike took a moment to think. “I’ve been there, little man. Your dad pulled me out of a pretty dark place in my life. I’ve had a lot of crappy friends and your dad came along and reminded me that there are still great fricken people in the world. You’ve got amazing people for parents. I know it’s not always cool to go to your parents for advice, but they’re always going to be there for you. And for those times when you need someone else…we’re all here for you. We’ve literally been sitting in this room all day just waiting for you to show up. The nurse even put a sign on the door that says, “Brock Family”. That’s us. We’re really excited to meet you.” Mike made a heart with his hands before ending his recording.

Nate’s was deep. He stared at the camera for almost a minute before he said anything. “I’m inclined to believe that life is what we make it. I’m not a big believer in fate. I never really had a reason to believe in anything but the here and the now…” He looked away from the camera for a few seconds. “See, I always had this idea in my head that we just bump into people as we walk through life and that sometimes it sticks and they stay, and other times it doesn’t and you move on. Consequence be damned. But I’ve gotten to know your mom pretty damn well over the last month. I’ve known your dad nearly my entire life. He’s probably the best friend I’ve ever had…but your mom? Your mom isn’t afraid of anything or anyone. Your mom is smart and kind and she’s got a knack for knowing when you’re full of shit so good luck with that as you grow up.” He laughed. “Your mom changed your dad’s life. Your mom has changed pretty much everyone in this room in one way or another. There’s nothing coincidental about her walking into your dad’s life. It’s not happenstance that the people here in this hospital waiting for you all found each other. That’s fate, baby. I think you drew the winning cosmic lottery ticket, because you’ve got quite the family waiting for you.” Nate smiled at the camera for a few seconds before standing and ending his recording.

Lastly, Sam sat and started talking. “Hey, little Brock. I don’t know what else to call you yet because your parents won’t tell anyone what they’re going to name you.” Sam laughed. “That felt crazy to say. At some point today my best friends are going to become parents.” He shook his head, a huge grin on his face. Sam waved at the camera. “I’m Sam…but by the time your parents decide to show you this video, you’ll already know that. I hope that by the time you see this that you’ve decided I’m your favorite uncle. I know Gage is awesome and all, but your dad and me…we took on the world, kid. We’ve done some crazy stuff together. I can’t wait to tell you the stories. I’ll tell them as many times as you want, I promise. Your dad is more than my best friend, he’s my brother. He’s the best person I know. Period. And your mom is the best thing that ever happened to him…I need you to know that I’m always going to be there for you guys. You and your mom and your dad. You haven’t even been born yet and I know I love you.” Sam looked away from the camera for a moment to wipe his eyes, trying not to full-on cry. He turned the camera to catch all of your friends just hanging out, laughing in the room. “You see these guys?” Sam pointed over his shoulder. “You’re going to grow up surrounded by more love than I think you’re going to know what to do with. Your dad and I spent a lot of time weeding out a lot of crappy friends over the years, but I think we’ve got it narrowed down to the best at this point.” He smiled at the camera. “See, I believe that you pick your family. It doesn’t matter if they’re blood related or not…”

The door to the waiting room flew open and an emotional Colby ran in wearing a doctor’s gown over his clothes. “He’s here.” He said, practically shaking. “They said he’s healthy and that everything went smoothly. They’re getting Y/n moved back to her room and they’re going to bring him to us in a minute.” He ran back out of the room. Cheers could he heard from everyone in the room.

Sam leaned back down to look into the camera that was still recording. “Welcome to the family.” He said, ending his recording.

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turnupbrock · 5 years ago

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Meeting the Parents// Colby Brock x Reader

Requested by a beautiful anon: “ can you do one of colby and you both go to Kansas and spend time with his family”

I changed it to meeting his parents because that idea was just easier to write, I hope you still liked it. Thanks for the requests babes!🖤

"Colby, I'm scared" my voice came out shaky as I exited his passenger side of his red corolla. "Don't be nervous baby, their going to love you," Colby reassured placing his arm around my neck, leading me to the front door of his beautiful Kansas home. I didn't reply but I continued to let him pull me to his door. We stopped at the nicely white painted door, " No, Colby, I can't. What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm not good en-" I was cut off by the feeling of my boyfriends soft lips pressed to mine. I sunk into the kiss as his arms wrap around my waist. Except the moment was cut short when the door came flying open, "Yup, mom I found him." I heard a guys voice call out making me and Colby jump back from each other, I felt my cheeks heating up and Colby bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. "Umm, hey Gage." Colby finally spoke up. Great. My boyfriends brother just walked out on us kissing, what a great first impression. I internally kicked myself for agreeing to even come here. It's not like I didn't think that they were going to hate me, it was just that I was afraid they were going to hate me. Dammit, I should've said I had the flu or chicken pox. Why didn't I just say that I had chicken pox? I groaned in my head, internally face palming.

"Gage, this is my girlfriend, Y/n. Y/n, this is my older brother, Gage." Colby said grabbing my hand and pulling me to his side. I brought my free hand up and held it out, "It's nice to meet you, " my voice was soft and I felt the heat on cheeks still present. Gage smirked and glanced at Colby for a second before returning his attention to me. He grasped my hand and shook it slightly while his eyes trailed over my jean clad legs and white sweatshirt. I didn't like the way he was looking at me, it didn't give me butterflies like when Colby did. It made me uncomfortable, "Yo, Gage, eyes up." Colby growled at his brother. Gage's eyes snapped to Colby and laughed, "What did I do?" he asked coyly. Gage looked back at me and smiled, "You are a very pretty girl, Colby's lucky" he turned around and walked into the house but I could've sworn I heard him mutter something that sounded a hell of a lot like, "lucky he got to you first" but I didn't want to assume anything. He was probably pulling on Colby's leg, trying to get a rise out of him. Since according to Colby I'm the first girl he has brought home, that doesn't put pressure on me whatsoever.

Colby and I walk into the house and I'm automatically met with a delicious aroma that was spilling through the house. "It smells good," I whispered to Colby as both of us started to take off out shoes. He laughed and nodded, "It does, my mom is making dinner," he sounded so fond of his mother. Sam was right, he is such a mama's boy. That made me laugh, "What's so funny?" Colby asked standing up straight, I followed after placing my shoes next to his. I shook my head, biting down on my bottom lip for second to suppress some laughter, "You really are a mama's boy," I giggled out. Colby chuckled and shook his head, throwing his arm around my neck, he pulled my tight against his figure. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp before he started trickling me. I was too slow as his free hand went straight to my sides, digging his fingers into the skin making me laugh and squirm harder against him. "O-Okay, I-'m sorr-sorry," I gasped out trying to grab his hand in mine. Colby intertwined his fingers with mine, "That's what I thought," he murmured into my hair before placing a quick kiss to the top of my head. He removed his arm from around my neck but kept our hands interlocked with one another.

"Let's go meet my parents," Colby started to walk without waiting for a response. My stomach did a flip every step that we took, my hands suddenly grew sweaty, which Colby took notice to. When we finally stepped into the kitchen, I saw Gage sitting at the breakfast nook, "Hey mom," Colby called out from our place in the arch way of the kitchen. The women that had her back turned to us suddenly whipped around, she had a big, friendly smile on her face. "Hey Cole," her gaze turned to me and her smile grew, "and you must be the infamous Y/n that Colby never shuts up about" she giggled slightly. I laughed softly, "She's not lying," Gage said taking a bite of a carrot that was sitting on the cutting board. Colby's cheeks reddened as he glared at his older brother, "Shut it Gage," he hissed. I smiled and shook my head, turning my attention back to his mom. I stuck my hand out again and smiled, "It's so nice to finally meet you Mrs. Brock." She looked at my hand for a second before brushing past it and pulling me into a soft hug. I was stunned for as second but I swiftly unlaced my fingers with Colby and brought my arms around Mrs. Brock's waist. She pulled away after a second and tool both of my hands into hers and squeezed them lightly, "I'm so glad that I finally go to to meet the wonderful young women that my little boy loves so much." her voice was so fond and soft. I felt my cheeks heat up once again and smiled at her, Mrs. Brock returned it, squeezing my hands one more time before she dropped them and walking back over to the stove. I turned to Colby, who had a soft smile playing on his lips. He opened his arm and I gladly tucked myself under his embrace, wrapping my own arms around his back, gripping onto the fabric of shirt on his side.

"your father should be home soon," Mrs, Brock said looking over her shoulder at us. I saw the smile that grew on her face before she turned back to the pot on the burner. It was almost like he was summoned, Mr. Brock walked in from in the garage door. "Hey dad," Colby called out to his father. Mr. Brock spun around and was now facing us. I swallowed hard and smiled at his dad. Mr.Brock smiled back at me, his own dimpled going deep. It was crazy how much his smile reminded me of Colby's. "You must be Y/n" he said. I shook my head and stepped out of Colby's embrace, holding out my hand towards his dad. "That's me. It's nice to meet you Mr. Brock" his smile grew and he gripped my hand. I gave his hand a firm shake, Mr. Brocks eyes and smile widened again, looking past me he looked at Colby, "She has a good grip." I laughed and let my hand drop to my side when he let it go. "My dad made me practice for like an hour everyday for the past week, said he didn't want my boyfriends dad to think he raised a rookie." I giggled after. Mr. Brock laughed with me, "I want to meet your dad," he said walking over to Mrs. Brock and kissing her head. "I can arrange that," I replied. Colby chuckled and reached his arms out again, gripping my waist he pulled against him like before.

"How long have you been dating again?" Gage asked spinning in his chair but instead of stopping himself, he fell off the chair with it following him. I couldn't help it, laughter bubbled out of me and I broke away from Colby again. I walk over to Gage who is still lying on the floor, pure shock written across his face. "Gage, how many times has that happened to you? And you still don't learn." Mr. Brock said chuckling, making his way over to where Gage was. I shook my head my laughter dying down, I bent down and picked up the stool and lifted it so it was standing again. Mr. Brock pulled Gage up and patted his back, "One too many hit to the head kid, I swear." Colby laughed loud at that, "I agree dad," "Oh, really? Get over here," Gage said launching at Colby. His eyes widened, his laughter catching in his throat. "Uh oh" Colby said before moving behind his dad, "Dad he's going to hurt me! I'm only a kid. I haven't even graduated yet!" Colby exclaimed from behind Mr. Brock. I gasped when I felt arms go around my waist and pull me away from where I was still standing, "Look, you left your girl unprotected, How rude," Gage tsked at Colby. I laughed but struggled against Gage's hold. "Alright, not funny. Let her go." Colby said moving from behind his dad. I looked up, my eyes meeting Mr.Brock's, he busted out laughing causing me to laugh as well, still struggling against Gage.

"Yeah, what if I don't?" Gage baited Colby more but before Colby could reply, "Alright boys, she's not a rag doll. Let her go Gage." Mrs. Brock said pouring the soup she was making into bowls. I nodded my head and pushed against Gage again, "Yeah boys, listen to your mom," I said. Gage chuckled and released me, I stood up straight and fixed my hoodie and jeans. Colby walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my neck, "To answer you question, five months," Colby said nodding at Gage. His eyes widened, "Woah, I didn't think you could keep a girl for more than a week," Gage insulted. "Gage, leave your brother alone and let's eat," Mrs. Brock warned her oldest. We all grabbed a bowl of soup and sat at their big dinner table located in the dining room, next to the kitchen. Colby set his bowl down before pulling out my chair for me, I smiled brightly at him, muttering a quiet 'thank you'. Eating dinner with them was like I knew them forever, which was weird because I went from being overly nervous to joking around with them while eating some bomb ass soup. Once we were done eating, "Here, Mrs. Brock let me help clean up," I offered while grabbing some of the bowls off of the table. She shook her head, "Nope, you put those in the sink, it getting late I'm sure your parents will want you home soon." Mrs. Brock said while she picks up the rest of the of the bowls. I nodded my head, a smile crossing my face, "Yes ma'am" I said making her laugh.

"Babe, when do you have to be home?" I felt Colby's warm breath pass over the back of my neck as his arms encircled my waist. A smile crossed my face before I turned around in his arms, "Not till 8," I replied bringing my hand up and fixing his 2008 Justin Bieber haircut. Colby's lips tugged up into a soft smile, " Aw how cute, I think I'm going to throw up." I turned my head to see Gage standing there, staring at the both of us. Colby chuckled and kissed my lips quickly, "Oh god, I'm gonna -" Gage pretended to gag. Colby and I started laughing, I shook my head, "So dramatic." I said. Gage's head snapped up, his eyes wide, "I've seen you two kissing twice. TWICE! My eyes are starting to burn." He replied. "Yeah, like I haven't walked in on you and your girlfriend doing things," Colby suggestively shot back. Gage's eyes once more and he pointed at Colby, "You shush, we promised we would never bring that up again," he exclaimed in a hushed whisper making me snort. My own eyes widened and I threw my hand up to cover my mouth, muffling my embarrassed laughter. Both Colby and Gage busted a gut laughing, bent over at the waist Gage was gasping for air while Colby covered his face with his hands. My head felt like it would burst into flames with how hot my cheeks felt.

Once they calmed down, "Y/n, my dad wanted to play pool, wanna join?" Colby finally managed to say without giggling. I nodded, "Yeah, I'm down to beat you guys at pool." I said flipping my hair behind my shoulder. Colby narrowed his eyes at me, "Cocky are we?" I shook my head, "Nope." I said popping the 'p'. Gage and Colby chuckled while Colby's arm came around my back leading me out of the kitchen and down into the basement where his dad and mom already were setting up the table. Once we walked in, Mr. Brock's head shot up, "So who's playing first?" Before I could say anything Colby replied for me, "Y/n said she'll play." His voice was filled with humor. We stopped in front of the table, "Well okay, grab a stick," Mr Brock pointed at the wall besides me. I nodded and moved out from underneath Colby's arm, grabbing one of the sticks that was hung up on the wall, I walked back over to where Colby was still standing. He handed me the little rubber chalk holder, I gave him a small smile and ground the blue dust against the blunt end of the stick. "Why don't you go and break Y/n," Mr. Brock suggested. I handed the rubber holder to him, "Are you sure, Mr.Brock? You can break if you want?" I asked him. He shook his head and motioned towards the table, "Nope, go ahead." I agreed and positioned the stick in between my fingers and sent the stick forwards, breaking the pyramid of stripes and solid colored balls, making them spread around the maroon felt top table.

" I call top left pocket," I said positioning my stick between fingers once more. For a second I stalled, looking to make sure that I got the perfect angle to win the game. I nodded to myself even though they all could see me and sent my stick forwards, making the white ball hit the black 8 ball. I waited with a baited breath, watching the ball carefully. The 8 ball rolled right into in pocket, I jumped up from my spot, "No way!" I screeched. Gage's and Mr. Brock's mouths were agape, looking from the table to me. Colby laughed and wrapped his arms around, hoisting me up, he spun, both of us laughing. When he set me down, Mr. Brock was hanging his pool stick onto the wall, " Well, good game." He said turning towards us again. A smile was plastered on his face as he shook his head, "I did not think that would happen," he chuckled. I giggled with him and stuck my hand out, "Good game Mr. Brock." He grasped my hand, "Goody game Y/n." I nodded and smiled at him before turning back towards Colby, "I have to be home soon," I said softly. Colby flashed me his bright smile and nodded, " I know, let's go." I agreed and turned towards his family again. "Thank you guys for having me and for dinner." I said making my way over to Gage. He opened his arms, taking me into a friendly hug, when I went to pull away he held me tight for a second, "Thank you for making him less annoying" he whisper-shouted. "Hey!" I heard Colby call out. I laughed and pulled away and moved to his mom, "Thank you for coming over honey. It was so nice to meet you." She said wrapping her arms around me. "It was so nice to meet you guys as well," I said moving from her embrace to Mr. Brock's. I pull away from Mr. Brock and stepped back just for Colby's arm to come around my waist, "Alright, I have to get you home," I nodded and smiled once more at his family. Before we could make it out of their basement, Mr. Brock called out, "Next time your here, we'll have a rematch." I laughed and looked over my shoulder at him, "Will do Mr. Brock."

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pynkhues · 5 years ago

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You asked for it. Brio fix prompt - boning in a hot tub ✌🏻

A) This one blew out (sorry!) and B) They don’t even bone in a hot tub (although they do bone somewhere), so this is frankly the worst prompt fill ever, hahaha. I hope you like it anyway, anon. ;-)

Set in The Centre and Circumference / Domestic Fic universe

“What about this one?” Beth asks, twisting her arms around her back to zip herself up as best she can. She smooths down the midnight blue fabric over her hips, biting her lip as she quickly looks herself over in the mirror before turning towards Rio, who’s sitting on the edge of their bed, pulling on a pair of black socks.

The question is enough to make him drag his gaze down her body, suck in his lip in a way that rapidly triggers a flush across her chest.

“’s nice,” he rasps, and Beth rolls her eyes, because it would mean something if he hadn’t responded with some variation of the same for the last four dresses she’d shown him.

“You’re not taking this seriously,” she bites, unzipping the dress again and wriggling out of it in frustration. It’s enough to make Rio groan, dropping heavily back onto their bed, pushing the heels of his hands against his eyes as he does it.

“Wear your mama jeans for all I care, it don’t matter.”

“It absolutely does matter,” Beth insists, flailing as her dress finally pools at her feet. “It’s - - fancy.”

“Fancy?” he asks, glancing up at her, popping an eyebrow, eyes darting a little hotly down to her cream lace bra and panties, and Beth finds herself blushing all over again, quickly grabbing another dress from her shortlisted pile to slip on.

“It’s a cocktail party.”

“Nuh, trust me, ma, all it is is an excuse for Gretchen to show off all the shit she’s done to her house.”

“There was an invitation. A physical invitation. In the mail,” Beth insists. “It was embossed.”

“Yeah, coz she’s like that,” Rio replies easily, waving an arm up in the air, and Beth levels him with a look, smoothing her floral dress down over herself, and - - no, she thinks, barely needing to look at herself in the mirror. She’d bought this for a high tea school fundraiser, and everything about the dress screams mom. She is not mom tonight. Well, she is – she’s always mom, but the point is, they won’t have the kids with them. Hell, they won’t even be coming home to them with hers at Dean’s for the week, and Marcus at Laura’s.

No, tonight she is Rio’s partner – in crime, in life, in - -

In all of it. At a fancy party. With his friends. She sucks in a breath, pulling off her dress and immediately fumbling back through the pile of options she’d clawed out of their closet. Has she always had this many dresses? Why does she suddenly hate them all?

“She’s like what exactly?”

Rio rolls his eyes, good natured, and when he says, “Pretentious. Shit, she’s callin’ this thing a house re-warmin’ and everything,” it’s with an amount of affection that goes straight to Beth’s nerves. She’s met Gretchen a few times now and they’ve just never really hit it off – but then, as Ruby had insisted, they’d never had the chance to either. Beth’s always either been child wrangling or entertaining or - - well, meeting with her professionally, where Gretchen seems to enjoy bringing up the fact that Beth created the legal woes for Rio that paid for Gretchen’s new house a little too much, and just - - god. Beth really wants her to like her.

After all, she knows she’s more than just Rio’s lawyer, she’s his friend and Beth’s more than just – as one of Rio’s boys put it (right before Rio broke the guy’s hand) – the snitch Rio wife’d. Speaking of - -

“What’s her wife do again?” Beth asks, and Rio rolls over a little on the bed, watching Beth toss a few ‘no’ dresses to the floor in her underwear, finally grabbing a soft pink dress and holding it low to step into.

“Manages some gallery.”

“Manages some gallery,” Beth says with a scoff, pulling the dress up over her hips, her belly. “She’s the artistic director of DIA.”

“Why you askin’ if you already knew the answer?”

And - - well. Beth blinks over at him, looks at the smug look on his face and knows she walked right into that trap. She scowls, shoving her arms into the sleeves of the dress. It’s just - - they’re impressive, that’s all. Basically a Detroit supercouple! And Beth is already having flashbacks to their housewarming when Gretchen and Caroline got stuck talking to Annie about all the different types of dead animals she’d found in the Fine & Frugal delivery trucks.

“I’ve just never really been around people like this before,” Beth admits, exhaling, and it’s enough to make Rio sigh, slide off their bed, and step towards her and just - - god, that’s unfair. He looks almost too good like this – button up shirt, skinny tie, fitted slacks, a tailored blazer, all black, and Beth frowns, still trying to get her dress over her shoulders where the fabric has twisted. Rio bats her hands away as soon as he’s at her side, replacing them with his own and making neat, quick work of untwisting it for her and smoothing it down. He rocks back a little when he’s done, makes an appreciative noise in the back of his throat before spinning her around towards the mirror and zipping her the whole way up.

“This one’s good,” he hums, gently squeezing her arms and Beth blinks at her reflection. She hasn’t really worn this dress before at all – it had been an impulse purchase, something elegant and simple. A fitted pink dress with embroidered flowers on the bust, a cinched waist and a draped side that had made her feel sort of regal in the moment she’d tried it on – like one of the Roman goddesses Emma had been studying at school, and she’s surprised to find the feeling blossom again.

It goes almost too well with her pale skin, her soft eye make-up, and the way she’s curled her hair. She knows she has a deep pink lipstick too that’ll pull it all together.

“The party’s gonna be borin’ as hell, trust me. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about,” Rio tells her, dropping his arms to wrap around her waist, pull her back against him. “But damn, you that worried, we could stay in.”

He brushes his lips against the shell of her ear, his hand slowly pulling up her dress.

“Have our own party.”

Beth flushes, but still has the sense enough to roll her eyes. Still, she can’t say the thought doesn’t have its own appeal – but then, she looks at them in the mirror together. God, have they ever done this sort of thing before? Together?

She turns around in his arms, pressing her lips to his.

“Come on. I don’t want to be late.”

“Are you sure this is it?”

“You know I been here before right?”

Beth rolls her eyes, clambering out of the passenger seat of Rio’s car as he passes his keys to the valet, walking around the car and promptly dropping his hand to the small of her back. Beth leans into it before she can help herself, glancing up at the large, stately house before them, and - - well, at least it matches the invitation, Beth thinks, shifting her weight, her hands clutching at the container in her hands.

It’s not just the house, which has to be almost as big as their own (despite the vast difference between having no kids and five to live in it), but the creeping vines that scale the length of the red brick walls, and the long, elegant stone path leading them from the street to the door. It’s bracketed by neatly trimmed grass, and small, orb solar lights, creating a calling glow up towards the house, and Beth pauses as a man in a tuxedo steps out the front door, covering one ear as he talks into his cell.

Rio’s hand nudges her forwards.

“You were right,” Beth says before she can think, glancing down at the dish in her hands. “I shouldn’t have made anything.”

“Didn’t say you shouldn’t’ve, said you didn’t need to,” Rio reminds her, and Beth shakes her head, glancing over at him, her hands tightening on the dish. “Come on, mami.”

With an exhale, Beth lets Rio guide her up towards the house, her gaze drifting back to the road behind them where a Tesla rolls up and spits out a couple in a three-piece suit and what is basically a sequined ballgown and god, Beth thinks, squirming a little. She suddenly wishes she’d at least worn the navy dress – feels like she could maintain a degree of invisibility in it. Like he’s felt her unease, Rio’s hand moves from the small of her back to curl around her, fingers first squeezing the curve of her waist before sliding down to hold her hip.

He barely has the chance to knock when suddenly the door opens, flooding classical music and chatter out into the night, and Beth’s relieved not to see a doorman (like she was starting to expect), but Caroline. Tall and slender, with long copper hair and sunkissed skin, she appears in front of them in a puff of forest green satin, a champagne glass in hand. She glances between them, surprise plain on her face before she quickly covers it with something more pleasant.

“Christopher! Beth!” she hums warmly, before twisting on the spot. “Gretchen! The Velasquez’ are here!”

Before Beth can remind Caroline that they’re not married, Gretchen’s appearing at her side, her dark hair pulled back off her face, dressed in a chic, tight white dress.

“Welcome,” Gretchen says, still half talking to somebody else, and Beth follows her gaze from the stranger to where it settles promptly on Rio.

“Thank you,” Beth replies for both of them, knowing Rio won’t, and quickly holding up her dish before she can think anymore of it. Both Gretchen and Caroline blink at her in surprise. “It’s a pear and blue cheese tart.”

“’s real good,” Rio hums beside her, tightening his grip on her hip, like he can feel how frazzled she is, because of course he can, and Gretchen’s gaze flicks to him before sliding back to Beth.

“Did you not see on the invitation that it was catered?” Gretchen asks, her eyebrows raised, her face giving away nothing, and god, is she offended? Did she think Beth thought the food provided would be anything but divine?

“I mean, I did, of course, but what would a house re-warming be without something to re-warm,” she hopes it comes off as cheerful, charming, and she sees Gretchen tick it over, but she doesn’t say anything, so Beth quickly adds: “Everyone often tells me it’s even better the next day, so consider it tomorrow’s lunch for the two of you.”

Gretchen just stares at Beth for a moment, her gaze flicking back to Rio, and whatever she sees on his face makes her roll her eyes. Beth’s about to try and figure out exactly what that means when Caroline promptly interjects.

“What Gretch means to say is thank you,” she says, taking the dish from Beth’s hands. “As for me, you had me at blue cheese. I actually think it’ll compliment some of the canapes beautifully too.”

“Oh! Good,” Beth says, glancing back, but Gretchen hasn’t taken her eyes off Rio, and when Beth flicks her own gaze up to look at him, he doesn’t turn it down to meet her. Instead, the two seem to be locked in some private, silent conversation, and Beth finds herself shifting awkwardly beneath it.

At the same moment that she picks up on it, Caroline seems to too, and instantly takes it as her cue to hold a hand out to Beth, gesturing her into the house.

“Beth, why don’t you help me give it to our caterers. You can pass on the serving instructions to them so you can go and enjoy yourself.”

It’s enough to make Beth blink, feeling Rio release her hip, nudging her forwards into Caroline, and then he promptly turns on his heel, striding out onto the front lawn, Gretchen on his heels. Beth blinks again, opens her mouth, but before she can get a word out, Caroline’s pulling her through into the house, leading her through the throng of people.

“Did you make the pastry yourself again? I still talk about that wild mushroom tartlet from your housewarming, I swear, just ask Gretch. It’s your own recipe, isn’t it? You should think about patenting it.”

Beth wouldn’t exactly call herself a wallflower, but the part seems to fit too well tonight. After she talks the caterers through re-heating the tart, Caroline gets her a champagne and what is honestly a pretty incredible little salmon thing before making easy small talk about her renovations and Beth’s kids until new arrivals at the party beckon her away. She makes generous, hostess work of introducing Beth to an artist friend of hers before she does though, only the guy seems to decidedly lose interest in her the moment he realises she’s not available, and he swans off to some twenty-four year old blonde with a braying laugh and a great ass.

A waitress moves by with a tray of champagne glasses, and Beth takes two – one for her and one for Rio, but she’s drunk both before she can really think better of it. Besides, he hasn’t come back yet, she tells herself, shifting her weight and looking across the swell of people, seeking him out, and just, god - - isn’t that pathetic? She cringes internally, rolling her ankle a little in her heels before trying to firm herself up. She doesn’t want to cling to his arm like an accessory, and she certainly doesn’t need him to be introducing her to people.

The party’s filled up well, an array of well-dressed, classy people in silk and fine linen, looking perfectly in place against Gretchen and Caroline’s elegant décor. Crisp white walls peppered with enormous canvas art – modern, often muted greys, giving the space a strangely Parisian quality, something that’s only emphasised by the cool marble floors and the white leather sofa, and Beth makes a mental note to never, ever bring their children here.

There’s a baby grand piano in the corner, a hired pianist at the stool playing for the party, and she contemplates going over, chatting to him, before her eyes catch a group of three people, a little closer, standing around the side with an opening she could easily slide into. Sucking in a breath, she squares her shoulders, slips on a smile, and walks over.

It takes them a minute to even realise she’s there, and Beth hesitates to introduce herself, finally just waving a little, clutching her champagne glass.

“Hi there, I’m Beth,” she says, and just - - god, this feels like grade school. She smiles as sweetly as she can, watching the two men and the women pause, look over at her, and it’s the woman who puts her out of her misery, holding out a hand which Beth gratefully takes.

“Maddison,” she says, before gesturing to the two men beside her. “And this is Peter and Todd. We’re reminiscing. We all went to Harvard Law with Gretch.”

Beth blinks, looking between the three of them – to Maddison’s sequined red dress, to the two men’s pristine suits, and figures, she thinks. She grins.

“Wow! All of you?”

It’s enough to make Todd flick his gaze down her body, making no secret of undressing her with his eyes, while Peter tries to wave down another drink.

“Yup, class of ’03. None of us have made quite the dent as Peter has over here,” Maddison says, bumping him with her hip. “But we’re all still practicing which is pretty impressive. I was just saying I ran into this girl from our class, Julia Yang, a few weeks ago, and she’s working in policy – hours are better with kids apparently – but Jesus. I can’t imagine wasting a degree from Harvard Law on state government.”

“Here here,” Todd says, stealing Peter’s new glass of champagne, eyes still on Beth’s chest. “Which industry are you in - - wait, don’t tell me. I’m gonna guess. I’m thinking - -”

He clenches his eyes shut, holds a hand up to her, like he’s a psychic making a prediction, and Beth laughs a little uncertainly, trying to swallow her sudden discomfort, shifting her weight back on her feet.

“Sales.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Todd,” Maddison says, and Beth looks sideways at Maddison, because something in the other woman’s tone tells her that she should be offended, but she’s not in on whatever Todd’s joke is. The moment sits heavily for a moment as Todd laughs, and right, Beth thinks, stepping in.

“I mean, you’re not wrong,” she says lightly. “I sell cars. I run my own second-hand dealership actually.”

The three of them look blankly at her, nodding a little, and Beth’s glad suddenly for the high neck of her dress, because she’s sure her chest is flushed.

“So business school?” Maddison asks, feigning interest, and Beth glances over at her, shaking her head.

“Actually, I didn’t go,” she says. “I mean, I got into Wayne State, but I had some - - just you know. Life happens, and I didn’t get the chance to go.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. And you never thought of going back?”

“Yeah, I did,” Beth replies, ringing her fingers a little around the stem of her champagne glass. “But I got pregnant, and then I got pregnant again, and well, you know how it is.”

“I imagine two kids are a lot of work.”

“Actually I have five,” Beth says. “Well, I mean, I have four, but my partner has one too, so we’re five together.”

The words are enough to make Todd briefly splutter on his drink, his eyes dropping onto Beth with a new sort of weight, and even Peter seems bemused by the fact, forehead furrowing as he looks at her curiously.

“How do you go from that to running your own car dealership?”

Beth smiles at him, shrugs, wrinkling her nose a little.

“My ex-husband used to run one, and I’d help out, but my new partner and I set this one up together. I had experience, so I kind of –”

But even before the words are out of her mouth, Peter’s laughing, looking away, gesturing back to the waitress again for canapes, and Beth feels the rest of the sentence dry up on her tongue.

“It’s great that you got that opportunity,” Maddison says, and the words are kind, but her tone is - - less than. Beth’s flush deepens, and she polishes off her glass of champagne so that when the waitress comes around for Peter, she can grab another for herself.

“Shit, Gretch has done well for herself,” Todd says, pointedly changing the subject, and Beth makes a grateful noise of agreement that nobody really acknowledges. “She was telling me the other day that they put a twenty-five-metre lap pool in on the second-floor garden.”

“There’s a second-floor garden? Shit, doesn’t she only have like, three major clients?”

“Yeah, but they’re all big tickets, and she keeps a rotating door of smaller ones. She’ll never confirm it, but I heard one of the majors is Christopher Velasquez.”

Peter swears suddenly, eyebrows up in his hairline, and Beth’s eyes widen, suddenly finding herself frozen to the spot.

“Isn’t that guy, like, a kingpin?”

“Mm-hmm,” Todd says. “Huge deal. Used to move around a bit, but I’ve heard he’s really laid roots in Detroit over the last few years. Pretty sure Gretch rep’ed him in that federal criminal case three years ago, lucky bitch. She got him off too. Killed the FBI’s case. I seriously don’t remember her being that good in college.”

“She’s always been that good, you just hate women, Todd,” Maddison says, and Todd rolls his eyes. “I wonder why Velasquez stayed in Detroit.”

“Why does any guy like that lay roots? He’s probably been locked down by good pussy.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“What would be disgusting is if I said that good pussy trapped him poking holes in a condom, which she probably did.”

“Right,” Maddison says dryly, staring at Peter. “Because god forbid the guy maybe just want to settle down after almost going away on federal charges. You’re such a fucking asshole, Pete, I swear, you - - ”

A hand touches the small of her back again, and god, Beth wishes she wasn’t relieved, turning a little to let Rio sidle in beside her. He looks annoyed more than anything, and briefly fear grips her that he’d heard these guys talking about him, seen Beth just standing there, shell shocked (but also a little curious), but them he plucks her champagne glass from her hand, draining it in one long gulp, before dropping it onto a passing waiter’s tray and grabbing one for each of them to replace it.

“Sorry ‘bout that, mama,” he hums, and Beth gives him a look.

“For stealing my drink or taking so long?”

He grins, a little bashful, leaning in to steal a kiss before turning to face the three people watching them. He tilts up his chin in acknowledgement.

“Yo.”

And god, she wishes it didn’t feel so good to turn around and watch the three of them just stare, their eyes wide, mouths slightly open, flicking between Rio, and Beth beside him, taking her in all over again with her pink dress and her soft, strawberry blonde curls. Beth stands up a little straighter, batting her eyelashes.

“Christopher, this is Maddison, Todd and Peter, they went to law school with Gretchen.”

He nods at them, his arm settling around Beth’s back again.

“Yeah? Maybe you can help me figure out if she was born a cutthroat or she learnt that shit.”

Maddison barks on a laugh, blatantly checking him out, before tossing her hair back over her shoulder and pushing out her hip.

“Been that way as long as I’ve known her,” she says, and Rio gives her a half smile that visibly melts her, and god, embarrassing, Beth thinks. Although maybe she’s the one who’s embarrassing, because before she can stop herself, she’s leaning into Rio’s side possessively, grateful for the way that he tightens his hold on her hip in reply.

“Great,” Beth says sharply, turning a little to Rio. “Want to do a lap?”

Rio furrows his brow, looking down at her, like he can hear something in her tone but doesn’t quite know what it is, but still. He tilts his champagne glass at the trio in goodbye and lets Beth take him for a lap.

And mostly it’s fine, Beth tells herself, shifting her weight beside Rio as women titter around him and men look at him with a sort of awe that Beth really hasn’t seen outside of movies. She knew the brand of effortless charm and charisma Rio exuded – after all, it’s not like she’s ever been immune to it – but here, like this, he straddles the line of success and danger in a way that she’s never seen before and it’s like - - like catnip to these people (and sure, she’s sure the fact that he looks like he does doesn’t hurt).

It’s not like she gets lost in the shuffle of it exactly either, just they treat her almost like she’s a part of the Christopher Velasquez package. One man even practically says it.

(“And this is your wife?” he’d asked, eyeing Beth off appraisingly like she was a racehorse or a - - well, a trophy, and Rio had made a noise which was basically an affirmation that Beth didn’t have the wits to unpack. “Beautiful, truly. I imagine you must wake up every morning a happy man.”)

And just - - god, she thinks, finishing off her glass. They might be better dressed, better educated, drive nicer cars, but it’s like it was with Dean, only somehow worse, and Beth doesn’t even know how to begin to think about that. It’s not that Rio encourages it either – in fact, he barely speaks at all, seems more than anything itching to leave, just they’re here, and, despite herself, she wants to make a good impression.

So she grabs another champagne.

And another.

And okay, maybe getting drunk and listening to people fawn over Rio wasn’t exactly the best way to achieve that good impression, because she’s swaying a little on her feet when Gretchen and Caroline finally clink glasses and call for the start of the tour.

“Tour?” Beth whispers, although judging by the amused look on Rio’s face and the few people around them who turn to shush her, probably not as quietly as she thinks.

“Told you Gretchen was like this,” Rio hums back, grabbing another cranberry, brie and prosciutto crostini off a tray as a waiter drifts past. “You ready?”

Beth resists the urge to groan. Resists the urge to slip out of her heels and rub at her aching feet too. Instead paints on her most benign smile and lets Rio hold her back until most of the party has followed Gretchen and Caroline out of the room for the start of the tour.

Moving to follow, Beth’s surprised when Rio suddenly grabs her arm, tugging her in the opposite direction to the group.

“What are you doing?” she says with a yelp, and Rio spins back to look at her, pressing a finger to his mouth, gesturing her to be quiet.

“Baby, I’ll do a lot for you, but I ain’t got it in me to follow Gretchen and Caroline around while they try to tell me that ugly ass paintin’ in their foyer was worth half what they paid for it. Come on.”

Beth laughs before she can help herself, and they should stick with the group – they should. It’s the adult thing to do, the right thing to do, but then - -

“Wait,” she yelps, and Rio turns back around, like he’s preparing himself for a fight, only to find Beth clutching his arm and leaning down to take off her shoes. She grabs them by the heels, and then gestures forwards. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

Rio just grins.

It takes them a while to find it.

Takes them maybe fifteen minutes and a few games of what’s behind the door that has Beth giggling and Rio laughing as her guesses get more and more ridiculous (the shrine to him guess for the room that turns about to be a linen closet earns her a particularly loud guffaw that Beth thinks she’ll keep with her forever), and finally it’s his guess of morgue for lawyers who’ve crossed Gretchen that opens them up to the room with the pool.

Rio steps quickly through, a spring to his step like it was what he’d been looking for, and Beth finds herself suddenly breathless, her toes leaving the cool hallway floor for the soft, lush artificial grass of what can only be described as a greenhouse. It’s a huge, glass room full of ferns and flowers, fairy lights dangling from the roof, reflecting off the still water surface of the swimming pool. Soft, tinkling music plays through hidden speakers as the faint smell of chlorine is overwhelmed by the fragrant smell of blossoming lilies.

“It’s beautiful,” Beth says, breathless, and Rio hums in agreement, toeing off his shoes, his socks, and dangling a foot briefly in the water of the pool.

“Temperature’s good too,” he says, and Beth spins to look at him. To just see him now, barefoot in his fitted suit, his eyes hooded, his lips plump, the angles of his cheekbones like a splinter of glass, and she remembers all the other women, hungry for him, and then - - well.

Suddenly Beth feels too sober. She swallows thickly, looking away.

“Will Gretchen be mad we didn’t do the tour?”

“Probably,” Rio says with a shrug, pulling off his blazer, draping it neatly over one of the wicker chairs at the poolside. “She’ll get over it. Don’t think I coulda spent another minute around those people.”

The music tinkles on benignly as Beth watches him loosen the knot on his tie, enough he can sling it off his neck, dropping it to the chair with his blazer. It’s strange, how he can still look so elegant, even without the more formal staples of his attire. Beth wonders if Dean ever looked this together in slacks and a shirt, but then - - Dean never really looked together at all. Beth bites the inside of her cheek.

“Those people are probably who you should be hanging out with,” she says lightly, and Rio blinks over at her, forehead furrowed, lips pulled into a disbelieving grin.

“Who says?”

She tosses both her arms up, shrugs, shakes her head at him.

“They’re smart, successful people. Like you are. They could be good connections for you professionally. Now and in the future.”

And it’s loaded then, the quiet between them. Rio stops undressing, just looks at her briefly, like he’s trying to read her, and, for once, finds that he can’t. It’s enough to make him rock his jaw, to look away, then back to her.

“Been a while since we been a me,” he says slowly, and Beth’s heart lurches in her throat. She quickly shakes her head.

“That’s not what I meant.”

But isn’t it?

“You fit better here,” she says. “That’s all. I mean I - -”

But the words won’t come.

“You what?” he says, not quite letting her off the hook, but the thing is, Beth can’t say it. Can’t tell him that tonight has been humiliating, that it’s been demoralising, that it’s reminded her of just how much of her life has been - - not worthless. She refuses to say worthless. She wouldn’t change a thing about taking care of Annie, wouldn’t swap her children for anything - - more - -

More how much her life hasn’t been lived for her.

How much other people see that as small.

“You and me ain’t ever had nothin’ handed to us, and we won’t ever. It’s what makes us so fuckin’ good. What means we don’t need this fancy fuckin’ show to tell people what we are.”

Beth’s head whips up at that, sees Rio looking at her, feels something in her chest tear open at his words, and just, she exhales a breath she didn’t know she was holding in.

“Don’t know how many times I gotta tell you, Elizabeth, they ain’t my people, you are.”

“Gretchen - - ”

“Is my friend, yeah, but we don’t do this shit together. Just coz we’re friends don’t mean we’re the same. We hang, sure, and we got the club, and she got me out of trouble, and I got her outta binds too. That don’t mean I’m interested in spendin’ any of my time listenin’ to her talk about how she’s spent my money.”

Beth huffs out a laugh, folding her arms over her chest. Still, she glances up at him.

“What did she want to talk to you about when we got here?”

Both his eyebrows pop up at that – a huh expression that almost makes Beth blush, and when he says:

“That’s what got you stressin’?”

His tone is laden with disbelief.

Beth shakes her head, bites the inside of her cheek, glancing out at the inviting surface of the pool.

“She doesn’t like me.”

“It wasn’t about you. She didn’t expect me to show. She was worried I was gonna start cappin’ people or somethin’, knew a few people here mighta been a little fuckin’ ignorant. Wanted to make sure I was on my best behaviour.”

“Really?”

“Mm,” Rio says. “Told her I already had you to keep me in line so didn’t need her breathin’ down my neck too.”

“I wish I could keep you in line,” she says with a snort, and Rio grins, dimples and all, and ugh, Beth thinks, rolling her eyes, not quite able to temper her own smile. His face is like a trap, she thinks. One she really needs to get better at wriggling out of, because she still feels it all, swirling around in her gut, but - - mostly she just wants to kiss him.

She shakes her head.

“Tonight’s been weird,” she says with a sigh, and Rio hums in agreement, his voice low, dulcet. She squints back at him. “Like, every woman here wants to sleep with you.”

It’s enough to make him laugh, head back, his hands undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, revealing the talons on the hawk at his neck. Not for the first time, she wonders how many women he’s slept with before her but - - god, even Annie had agreed that the answer to that was probably not one she wanted to know.

“Shit, you seen the way that art dealer was lookin’ at you. Thought I would have to start cappin’ people.”

And Beth just snorts at that. She’s pretty sure he was mostly looking at her to figure out what Rio even saw in her, but she thinks bringing that up is only going to piss Rio off and make him want to prove something in that way he too often does.

“See?” he says instead. “You standin’ there actin’ like we’re supposed to be fittin’ in with them, when everyone in that room either wants to be us or fuck us. We aspirational, mami.”

“Oh my god,” Beth says, laughing. “You’re so full of yourself.”

And Rio grins widely at her, his eyes crinkling in that way she likes best, his hands lowering to unbutton his shirt the whole way down, and she means to ask him what he’s doing – if he’s planning on going for a swim, only what comes out is:

“I don’t think Gretchen finds me particularly aspirational.”

“She don’t really know you yet,” Rio replies easily, not so much as slowing his hands trail down his shirt. “Plus she’s paranoid. It‘s good, it’s what I pay her for, but you are the reason she had to haul my ass outta federal court three years ago, remember?”

And Beth rolls her eyes again, shaking her head.

“How could I not? She brings it up practically every time I see her.”

“Yeah, that’s just coz she thinks it’s funny to see how pale you can get,” Rio says grinning, and Beth just gives him her best dead-eyed stare.

“Caroline likes you.”

And - - what? Beth blinks in surprise.

“No she doesn’t.”

“Yeah, your sister too. Apparently talked to her for hours at our housewarmin’ about dead animals in fruit trucks?” Rio rolls his eyes, somehow both affectionate and disgusted. “Apparently Caroline used to work in a grocery store too when she was younger. Enjoyed comparin’ horror stories with her. Learnin’ those places ain’t changed. Think you and me might need to invest in a farm or somethin’ to make sure we feedin’ the kids well.”

“A farm?” Beth asks, laughing. “Sure, let’s add it to the retirement plan.”

Rio laughs again, but he doesn’t dispute it, and a comfortable quiet settles over them, the tinkling of the music and the quiet hum of the pool filter taking up the space between them. Beth’s starting to think about rejoining the tour (and maybe finding another glass of champagne) when Rio suddenly pulls the rest of his shirt up and asks:

“Wanna go for a swim?”

Reeling back around, Beth just stares at him.

“What?”

His grin widening, Rio quickly swallows it, sucking in his lip as he nods his head towards the pool and Beth follows his gaze towards the clear surface and just - - god, it really does look inviting.

“Really?” she asks, tone dry, and Rio shrugs, reaching for his belt.

“My money paid for it,” he says easily, and Beth rolls her eyes.

“That doesn’t make it yours.”

He gives her a look like he patently disagrees with her on that, and Beth can’t quite bite back her laugh, shaking her head. Before she can say anything though, Rio promptly interjects.

“Hm, now that I think on it, pretty sure my money paid for that dress too,” he says, eyeing her off, and Beth arches an eyebrow at that, heat rushing south even as she tries to look as innocently back at him as possible.

“Oh, did you want it back?”

“You know, I think I do.”

And Beth just rolls her eyes again at that, and Rio laughs, shucking out of his pants and then his underwear, and just like that, he bounds forwards and dives in. The arc of his body graceful as he breaks the water surface, and Beth watches, oddly breathlessly, as his lean, sharp body glides below. He’s almost at the other end of the pool before he breaks through again, pausing to tread water in the deep end, his skin glistening beneath the twinkling pool lights.

“Cute,” Beth says, keeping her tone as dry as possible. She reaches down to pick up his slacks, then his underwear, folding them neatly and placing them with his blazer and tie on the wicker chair.

“C’mon, mami,” he calls. “You gonna leave me here?”

“Yes,” Beth says, but she’s already peeling down her pantyhose and pulling the zip down on the back of her dress. Rio grins, watching her from the water as she hesitates only briefly before – fuck it. The water does look great, and she loves to swim, and she’s still a little (more than a little) drunk and there’s just - - something horribly romantic about this right now, with the lights and the water and - - and him.

Everything always feels romantic with him.

She pulls off her dress, folds it beside his clothes and her pantyhose, before biting her lip, looking down at her panties and her bra and she’d keep them on if she didn’t know they’d soak through the fabric of her dress afterwards and just - - right, she thinks. Shucking quickly out of both, and darting towards the water, shivering in the cold and thrumming with adrenaline, and then the water is just the perfect temperature when she slips her body in, which of course it is, and Beth breathes out a sigh of relief, knowing that they haven’t been found out yet.

She half expects Rio to have swum back over to her, but when she looks up, he’s right where he was, a smug grin on his face and a hot look in his eyes, even from here, and she could stay. Knows she could. Knows she could make him come to her, just - - she doesn’t want to. Not tonight.

The tiles are rough beneath her feet as she pads towards him until it’s too deep to walk, and then she swims the last of the way towards him, and he just watches her, like he always does, and she watches him too. The way the twinkling fairy lights cast only the faintest glow across his features, casting the angles of his face starkly. She can’t help it, the way her eyes drop to his lips, feeling the way the water pushes and pulls between them.

“Hi,” she says, and Rio swims a little closer, until she can feel his legs treading water between her own. “Can we never throw a party like this?”

And it must catch him by surprise, because he laughs, throwing his head back, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist, the water whooshing around them, her slippery body colliding easily with him. His hands settle on her ass, holding her to him.

“Oh, so you gonna say it?”

“Gonna say what?”

“That I was right and you were - - hmm, what’s the opposite of that again?”

“I was not wrong,” Beth squawks, waving out the hand that’s not latched onto Rio’s shoulder, and his innocent expression doesn’t even falter.

“No?”

“No,” Beth insists, squinting, prickly with annoyance suddenly, and Rio furrows his brow, sucks in his lips in faux consideration.

“Think I told you this shit was gonna be borin’ as hell, and you said - -”

“That Gretchen struck me as the type of person who knows how to throw a party, and she does. This party has been thrown. It’s very well organised.”

“It fuckin’ sucks, ma,” he tells her easily, and Beth tilts up her nose.

“I didn’t say it was going to be a fun party. I said it was going to be fancy.”

And Rio just laughs, loud and lyrical, drowning out the music, the pool filter, filling Beth’s ears in the best possible way.

“You got a gift, you know that?”

“For what?”

“Re-writin’ history.”

Beth huffs out a breath at that, because honestly, she didn’t re-write a single thing. She just feels differently now and as she tells their children (and Annie), that’s indicative of growth not lying and - -

“Anyway,” Rio chimes. “I know a way we can make it better.”

Beth looks at him carefully, and then Rio rolls his hips and just - -

Beth gasps, scandalised.

“We are not having sex in this pool.”

“What’d you think we’d be doin’ in it? We ain’t wearin’ clothes.”

“Skinny dipping is a thing.”

“Yeah, foreplay.”

She splashes him and he kisses her, hard and fast, and Beth moans, her hands coming up to the back of his head, her nails raking through his hair, and god, she just - - melts into it. Melts into him. It’s really not fair, how good he is at this, she thinks, arching her back, pressing her breasts into his chest, just to hear him groan, unsurprised when he bites her lip in retaliation.

It’s not long before he’s hard beneath her and he’s slowly swimming them over to the poolside, enough he can press her back into the tiles, giving her the time to lower a hand between them, wrap it around his cock and line it up with herself until he can push in. Beth drops her head back, moaning, the feel of the water lapping at their skin, coolly encompassing them. Rio hums, his mouth latching onto her neck, sucking in a bruise, and she arches her back against the side of the pool, tries to get closer against him, always, exhaling hoarsely, her hand scratching down his back as he rolls his hips against hers, burying his cock deeper, and - -

“This room is probably our favourite. We actually met at a garden party in Boston almost twenty years ago now, so in a lot of ways this room is actually a - -"

Beth gasps, head reeling, glancing over to where Gretchen and Caroline have backed into the room, and she flounders briefly, trying to tug both herself and Rio further down in the water, and god, Beth thinks, a mortified flush bleeding across her face and chest, at least only Gretchen seems to have seen them.

“You know what, I actually forgot a stop on our tour. Caroline, would you mind showing our guests the wall of original photographs we commissioned from the up and coming artist, Vanessa Miller.”

“Of course,” Caroline says, eyes darting over Gretchen’s face while Beth mostly just tries to get herself and Rio under the cover of water, trying to smother his laughs into her chest. The group files out, and Beth breathes a sigh of relief, at least – she does until a long, thin shadow settles over them, and just - -

Beth clenches her eyes shut.

“You know I only ever invite you to these things with what I thought was an unspoken agreement that you don’t come,” Gretchen says above them, and Rio blinks up at her innocently, still buried to the hilt in Beth, and just - - god, they’re naked in her pool, and Beth doesn’t think it’s possible to be any more red.

“To be fair, I haven’t yet,” Rio says innocently, and Beth was clearly wrong. She slaps him at the same time Gretchen makes a noise of barely contained horror.

“Okay, Beth,” Gretchen says loudly, changing focus, and Beth lifts her head enough to look at her. “It was lovely to see you. Do whatever you need to do, but then take him home.”

Offering only a meek nod, Beth curls her toes in the water, already thinking of ways she can bury this memory, as Gretchen turns on her heel to stride out of the garden, back to the hall.

“I’m adding the cleaning fee to your bill, Velasquez,” Gretchen calls behind her, and Rio laughs, utterly delighted, and Beth vaguely wonders if Gretchen would be willing to represent her after she murdered him.

“This is hands down the worst thing you’ve ever done,” Beth tells him and Rio blinks at her, forehead furrowed, hands firming on her ass.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Beth reiterates, taking a hand off his back to gesture out around them. “You - - - ah.”

And, well, she thinks, legs tightening around his waist as he thrusts into her.

Gretchen did tell them to do what they needed.

#beth x rio #nbc good girls #the center and circumference #my fic #welcome to my ama

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gingerpeachtae · 6 years ago

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Concentric [5]

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Words: 6.2k

Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut (?)

Warnings: none

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: LMAO I said I cut this chapter in half but it’s still long as h e c k... why am I like this 😅 anywayysssss ENGOY 🥰

The light from the setting sun pierced your eyes as you emerged from the tent, causing you to squint. In an attempt to save your corneas, you raised a hand to shade your face. As you blinked to refocus your sight, you saw Jimin in what appeared to be an argument with Jungkook. Although it seemed that all of the actual arguing was only stemming from the former.

“Where is she!? Why didn’t she come out with you!?” You could hear the panic seeping into his voice.

Jimin went to move around his brother, but Jungkook stepped into his way.

“I told you she’s fine. Just give her a damn minute, okay?” Though you couldn’t see his face, you could still picture the roll of Jungkook’s green eyes.

“Why the fuck does she need a minute? I swear, if something happened-”

“For Exia’s sake, nothing happened! She’s okay, she’s safe, and she’ll come out when she’s ready.”

“When she’s ready? Why the hell does she need to get ‘ready?’” Jimin’s voice was now laced with anger. “Answer me, Jungkook!”

The rest of their argument faded into the background as you fully stepped out from the shadows of the tent, which caused the rest of the kiela to notice you. Their concerned faces shifted to relieved as they took you in, though some of their eyes lingered on your bloody hands. They looked at them curiously, wondering why Jungkook had been so messy in dispatching the male. He was usually clean with his kills. You saw them glance at your hands, so you nervously rubbed them against your legs, trying to remove the red stains. But you didn’t say anything. Instead, you glanced over them, doing a quick mental count. You counted up to four, five…

“Little scorja!” A weight suddenly plowed into your side and pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing the air from your lungs.

Six.

You smiled into the chest of the grey-haired Saeni, holding him just as tight as he swayed your bodies. Since you were smooshed against Tae, you missed the way Jimin’s head swiveled over, his non-swollen eye welling up with tears. He whispered your name like he was unsure if you were really there.

You let out a surprised grunt as another body slammed into you.

“Y/N!”

You shut your eyes, enjoying the moment. “Hey Hobi.” You tugged them both closer.

After a few seconds, you stepped back and gave each of them a serious, but happy look. “I’m really, really glad you’re okay.”

Then, your gaze shifted to over their shoulders. To where Jimin and Jungkook were watching. Jungkook merely gave you a nod before walking off. Jimin, on the other hand, quickly burst through the two Saeni and engulfed you in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry Y/N.” He almost sounded broken, both in tone and in his inability to say anything else.

You pulled back and gently took his face in your hands, slightly wincing at the busted state of his features. Seeing the tears falling down his right side and leaking down the other made your own eyes blur. Taking a deep breath to maintain your composure, you wiped his tears away with the pad of your thumb and let out a teasing chuckle.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll have no choice but to make a sweater with your tears.”

“A SpongeBob reference? Really, Y/N?” He let out a sad excuse of a laugh, which made him hiccup.

“Yeah, well, it got you to smile didn’t it?”

Pressing your forehead to his, you went on to whisper how you were okay. He was okay. The kiela was okay. You were all okay. Everything was going to be okay.

A hand came to rest softly against your shoulder. You looked out of the corner of your eye and saw Namjoon. He gave your shoulder a squeeze as you shifted your attention to him. Keeping one arm around Jimin, you turned to face the brown-haired Saeni. Right behind him, you saw Jin, who gave you a grateful smile before bowing his head.

The leader of the kiela raised his other hand to rest upon Jimin’s shoulder but kept his yellow eyes on you. “Thank you. Thank you for warning us, for risking your life to do so.” He then bowed his head before continuing.

“Without your help… I don’t want to imagine what might’ve happened.”

You offered him a sheepish smile. “You don’t have to thank me. You guys did all the work.”

Jin’s dark eyes met yours. “If you hadn’t given us that information, there wouldn’t have been anyone left to do work.”

“I just did what I had to do.” You shrugged.

“But that’s just the thing… You didn’t have to,” Jin replied.

“Why would you risk yourself for people you barely know?” Namjoon asked.

“Look, on a basic level, you’re Jimin’s family, so that makes you important to me too.” You felt Jimin’s hand around your waist give you a squeeze. “But beyond that, even though we just met a few days ago, I care about each and every member of this kiela. I’d be damned if I just let you die without trying to prevent it.”

Jimin hugged you closer, murmuring into your ear about how much of a Mama Bear you could be. He may have been teasing, but you knew that he really appreciated what you said. Namjoon and Jin both smiled at your declaration and nodded their understanding before backing away. Tae and Hobi, on the other hand, cooed at you and jumped in on your and Jimin’s hug, creating one, big cuddle huddle.

Up in a nearby tree, where you couldn’t see, was Jungkook. He hadn’t wanted to watch the others dote on you, so he had chosen to try to ignore you instead. Yet, as the Saeni listened among the bugs and the bark, he had to fight the corners of his lips from upturning at your words.

“…he was born during an eclipse, hence why he is able to do magic. Saeni born during eclipses, solstices, equinoxes, and similar phenomena are the ones who are able to manipulate Illain’s energy.”

You listened to Hobi attentively while he told you about his and Yoongi’s past as you made your way back to camp, where the mint-haired Saeni himself was waiting. You couldn’t fathom how worried and anxious he must be.

You winced as you raised your right leg to step over a fallen tree. You were pretty sure you tweaked a muscle at some point during the day. Both your legs were sore, your arms were sore, hell your entire body was sore.

That’s what happens when you don’t stretch before running through the woods, dumbass. You chastised yourself.

After successfully hobbling over that damn tree, you glanced up to Jungkook. Not to check on him. He may have been somewhat gentle with you inside the tent earlier, but he was still a coconut-headed asshat. No, you were checking on the person strung across his shoulders. Your eyebrows lifted as you watched Jimin’s apricot head bob with Jungkook’s steps. Not long after you all began trekking back to camp, he had passed out. Because of course. What more could happen on this stupid, forsaken day? After he had collapsed, you had gawked at his unconscious body for the second time that day, wondering how you were going to carry him. Without a word, Jungkook had walked over and hoisted him over his shoulders without a second thought. Apparently, since he was the strongest out of the kiela he was also the designated carrier for whenever someone was unconscious... or at least that’s what Tae told you. But it was also Tae, so you weren’t sure how seriously you could take his comment.

After verifying that Jimin was still securely hanging from the male’s shoulders, you returned your attention to Hobi.

“Unfortunately, there is a… stigma around eclipse-born Saeni. They’re surrounded by a lot of superstition pertaining to bad luck.” The white-haired Saeni took a deep breath and started playing with one of his many knives. “Because of that, his parents didn’t want him and threw him out of their home.”

You look at him in shock as he continued.

“They just… didn’t care. They didn’t want him. He was only five.” Hobi’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, like he was trying to reel in his emotions.

When you saw him clenching his hand into a fist, you reached out, grabbed it, and gave it a squeeze. He let out a shaky breath. Tae, who had been listening in on Hobi’s other side, gently pried the knife out of his brother’s hand, returned it to its sheath, and took ahold of that hand so that Hobi was getting sandwiched in comfort.

“One day, my dad found this skinny, little Ilto kid hanging around the outskirts of our village. His clothes were in rags and he was all skin and bones, eyes basically sunk into the sockets.

“It took a long time for him to trust us, but eventually, we got him to move into our home and join our family. He’s been with me ever since. Since he was seven and I was six.”

You continued to hold his hand as he described how Yoongi transitioned from stranger to acquaintance to friend to best friend to brother over the years. He didn’t voice his… other feelings toward Yoongi. He really didn’t need to. It was evident that Hobi cared for the other Saeni beyond words.

A year after they joined each other’s lives, they both started training as BTS Saeni. At first, the other kids tried to antagonize Yoongi for starting a year later than usual, but they quickly learned he was not easily bullied due to his scrappiness in a fight. A byproduct of his time living on his own. And once they learned he was an eclipse baby, most did their best to avoid him.

After just a few months of training, he started becoming quite skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Not to mention that he was also working on his control over Illain’s energy. The combination made him one of the most terrifying trainees, especially with his grumpy disposition.

Along the way, the mint-haired Saeni garnered a high level of control over his magic. After some tinkering, he found a way to teach Hobi how to harness small amounts of Illain’s energy too. Something the white-haired Saeni explained should not be impossible, since he was born on a regular, Opitax morning. It was even more strange, because Yoongi had tried teaching the other members of the kiela, but none of them were successful. Only Hobi was.

“Maybe you were conceived during an eclipse,” you joked.

You gave Hobi a nudge with your shoulder, which in turn, caused him to bump into Tae. The archer retaliated by giving Hobi a nudge of his own. But that brat made his so much more forceful than yours. The domino effect of Hobi then knocking into you most likely would have made you fall on your ass if it weren’t for Hobi tightly clutching your hand. You sent Tae a playful glare.

“Do you think that could be the reason, hyung?” Tae asked.

“Ewww. Stop. I don’t want to think about my parents doing… that.” The Saeni between you two visibly cringed.

You frowned, not at his words though, but because his voice sounded weird. It sounded muffled.

Deciding not to think anything of it, you teased, “Oh, ‘cum’ on! Don’t tell me sex embarrasses you?”

You were proud of yourself. You even think Jin would praise you for that one.

To the contrary of your smugness, Hobi’s light brown eyes slowly turned to you. He looked utterly humiliated, but whether it was because of (in your opinion, great) horrendous pun or because he was actually embarrassed that you were talking about… that, you weren’t sure.

The other Saeni, however, started cackling. But the sound was even quieter than before. It was like you were listening under water. Your confusion grew as the sound of Tae’s laughter faded even though it looked like it was still going strong.

What the hell?

“Uh… Hey guys?” You were beginning to get worried.

Both males gave you their attention, Tae even said something. Or at least you saw his mouth move. You couldn’t hear him anymore. Neither of them. But you could still hear the forest around you. Just not the two Saeni right next to you or the others walking nearby.

So apparently, more could happen on this stupid, forsaken day. Great.

Your walking companions’ eyebrows furrowed. Hobi’s mouth moved but you had no clue as to what he was trying to say.

Freaking out, you stopped walking and through your linked hands that meant you forced them to stop too. You brought your free hand to your ear and shook your head to indicate that you couldn’t hear them.

They stared at you blankly for a few moments until Hobi’s eyes light up. It was like you could literally see the lightbulb go off over his head. He wrestled his hand out of Tae’s grasp, who’s face looked betrayed, and started turning around while searching the forest floor. You let him yank you around until he finally stopped and pointed to a small flower then pointed at his tongue.

“You want me to eat that?” You inquired skeptically.

When he repeated the gesture, you repeated your question.

He rolled his eyes at you and pulled one of the petals off the flower and placed it on his tongue. It really reminded you of what you had to do every morning with-

My freaking petals wore off!

Seeing the lightbulb go off above your head, Hobi spit out the petal and gave you a dimpled grin. Walking you both back over to a pouting Tae, you could see Hobi begin to explain to him what was wrong. Once he understood, the grey-haired male scrunched his nose at you before reaching down to grab Hobi’s hand again. After the three of you were securely linked, he pulled you forward to start catching up with the others.

As your trio galivanted your way through the forest, you saw Jin look over his shoulder and shout something toward you. Obviously, you had no idea what the fuck he was saying, so you didn’t respond. After a couple seconds of silence from you, he fully turned around and shouted again. You looked to the Saeni next to you, hoping they would yell back for you about your predicament. But nope, they just snickered and kept their mouths closed.

Little shits.

You returned your gaze to the eldest Saeni who was just staring at you in bewilderment. By now, Namjoon and Jungkook had stopped moving as well. The leader looked at you with concern while Jungkook looked at you like you were the biggest dumbass on Illain. Sighing, you brought your free hand up to cradle your head to wonder what you ever did to deserve this shit today.

Finally, you dropped your hand and yelled to Namjoon, “My petals wore off, so I can’t hear any of you! Or, you know, speak Saeni anymore!”

Thankfully, Namjoon was a doll and informed Jin and Jungkook of the situation… unlike the two little shits next to you. You just thanked whatever higher being was out there that Hobi had only done a spell to conceal everyone’s voices. It would have been a real bitch if there had been a glamour too.

After another hour or so of dragging your legs while Tae and Hobi dragged you, the group finally made it back to camp. As you brushed a leafy branch out of your face you saw Yoongi pacing around and muttering, a scowl plastered on his face. He was so caught up in his head to even notice everyone’s return. That was okay, though, because as soon as he came into view, Hobi let go of both your and Tae’s hands to rush forward and yank the magic user into his arms. A bright, but brief, flash of mint-blue light erupted from Yoongi’s hands before he recognized who had pulled him close. The hands that had been about to perform some spell instead went around the white-haired Saeni and hugged him back. You couldn’t help but smile at the reunion.

Namjoon and Jin greeted Yoongi next, not by giving him a giant hug as Hobi had, but by clasping each other’s forearms. While Jungkook gently lowered Jimin down on to the ground, Tae made his way over to the mint-haired Saeni and gave him a hug despite the elder’s attempts at shoving him off. As the archer reluctantly retracted his arms to allow Jungkook to do the forearm clasping thing, Tae gestured back to you while speaking with Yoongi. The latter’s petal pink eyes darted over to you and you gave a tiny wave, not wanting to interrupt his moment with his kiela. He kept his eyes on you as he nodded at Tae’s words and brought his hands up, which began glowing.

Realizing that Tae had told Yoongi about the petal’s magic fading and that he was probably about to make more, you quickly shook your head and hands.

He paused, the light not fading but not glowing brighter either as you turned to Namjoon to say, “He doesn’t need to waste his energy making more right now. Please. I’m just going to sleep anyway. It can wait until morning.”

The yellow-eyed Saeni translated for you and you let out a sigh of relief as Yoongi shrugged and lowered his hands, their light completely fading away. Assured that he wouldn’t be wasting any energy on you, you approached the magic user. Ignoring his protests, you wrapped your arms around him to give him a careful hug. He was up and moving now, so he seemed to be all healed up, but you weren’t totally sure yet, so better safe than sorry. You let him go after glancing at his grumbling face. Once released, he shifted his gaze downward, though doing so didn’t fully hide the small smile that graced his lips. You let out a light laugh when you saw it, but still moved away to give him space.

While the kiela went about starting a fire and Jin took out his cooking utensils, you wandered over to where Jungkook had placed Jimin. You laid down next to your best friend, doing your best to ignore his beaten features as you looked at his face.

Love you Slim Jim. You thought fondly before closing your eyes and drifting off to the sound of rustling leaves and a crackling fire.

When you cracked your eyes open the next morning, you registered that you were laying on a mat instead of the dirty ground and that someone had placed a blanket over you. You wondered who had done that for you. You were definitely thankful. Sitting up and stretching, you glanced next to you to see Jimin curled into a ball, still snoozing away. Your lips quirked up while you looked at his softly snoring form. After brushing some of his orange hair back from his face, careful not to apply too much pressure to his injured face, you straightened and meandered over to where Yoongi, Tae, and Namjoon were sitting. You really wanted to talk to Jimin, but you didn’t want to disturb him from his rest.

“Morning.” You yawned when you reached the others.

“Good morning Y/N.” Namjoon said.

Yoongi extended a fist, which revealed a pink petal and a yellow petal resting in his palm when he opened it. You thanked him and popped them into your mouth, body locking up momentarily from the sensations they conjured. After your vision cleared, you thanked him again so that he could understand you. He hummed in response.

“Morning little scorja.” Tae handed you an apple when you sat next to him.

“Mmm good morning Tae Tae.” You said as you booped him on the nose, precisely on his mole.

He gave you a big, boxy smile at the nickname, blue eyes brightening with joy. As you finished your breakfast, he asked if you wanted to watch him shoot. Curious to see what he could do, you agreed. Plus, it would be a good way to pass the time while you waited for Jimin to wake up.

After walking a little way into the forest, you sat against the base of a tree while you observed Tae practice. It was hard to call it practice, though. The fluid and precise movements of the Saeni as he effortlessly notched arrows and sent them to his targets was pure art. He didn’t just stand still and fire at the same tree either. Instead, he ran around, constantly in motion. Jumping, diving, rolling. Anything to make the shot more challenging. And he still hit every one on the mark.

It distracted you for a good while. Until he had to stop to collect his arrows. That’s when THE question sprung back into your mind. The one you needed to talk to your snoozing friend about.

Unable to contain it any longer, you spoke in the most unsuccessful nonchalant voice to ever grace Illain, “So… Jimin’s a prince?”

Tae’s hand stilled as he went to grab the shaft of an arrow. “It’s, uh, probably better if he explains it.” He yanked the arrow out and didn’t look your way.

The fact that he refused to look at you now brought up another question you had been wanting to ask but you weren’t quite sure how to.

It was silent for a few heartbeats until…

“Hey Tae?”

“Yeah, little scorja?” He still didn’t look at you, choosing to focus on returning his arrows to his quiver.

“Do you hate me?”

That got his attention.

He instantly shot his head up. “What?”

“Well, um…” You still weren’t completely sure how to say it, but you decided to just rip the band aid off. “Jungkook said that I’m the reason your kiela isn’t whole. That I’m the reason your family is broken.”

Your head lowered to look at your twiddling fingers as you finished. You hoped he didn’t hate you, but with what Jungkook had said, you wouldn’t hold it against him. You still hoped he didn’t, though. You really, really hoped he didn’t.

“Y/N, look at me.” It shocked you to hear your real name from his mouth.

You lifted your gaze to him and flinched when you saw how serious his blue eyes were.

Here it comes… You thought glumly and braced yourself.

“I don’t hate you and the others don’t hate you. None of us do.”

Your jaw dropped. “But Jungkook-”

“Can be immature with his feelings since he’s the youngest. But please believe me when I say that what he said is not true. He just blames you because he thinks there needs to be someone to blame for Chim having to leave. It doesn’t make it right but just know that I don’t think he actually resents you.”

“You didn’t hear the things he said to me, Tae.”

He approached silently, plopped down next to you, and wrapped an arm around you. “I’m sure it was absolutely horrible… but also completely false.” The Saeni sighed. “Jungkook may seem like this strong, confident hard ass, but that’s because he’s been through a lot, so he feels like he needs to be a lot. If you get to know him, the real him, he’s not like that.”

“I don’t know... but you obviously know him better than I do, so…” You took a deep breath. “I’ll believe you. He’s still an asshat though.”

“Can’t completely disagree with you there.” Tae rose to his feet and pulled you up with him. “Enough of this sad talk. What’s something that makes you happy?”

Food. Discounts. Finding a fic I forgot the name of after an extensive search. Food.

“Oh! You’re a dancer too, right? Like Chim?”

“Yeah I am.” You smiled. “Dancing makes me really happy.”

“It’s decided then! Teach me some dances.”

You braced your hands on your knees as you watched Tae do the Soulja Boy dance as you sang the lyrics for him. Granted, your “singing” at this point was more like wheezing due to your heaving laughter, but whatever.

You had first taught him one of the simpler hip hop routines you knew, not wanting to make it too difficult for him. Turns out, that was unnecessary because the Saeni could easily keep up. And not only could he keep up, but he was also good. Sure, he had this weird, but oddly sexy, habit of sticking his tongue out as he did the routine, but to each their own.

Since he had gotten the steps down fairly quickly, you moved onto a more difficult routine, which he also mastered. After that, you decided to just teach him a few funny dances, the current one being the classic Soulja Boy.

Your laughing was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You looked up from Tae’s boxy smile to see Jungkook standing several yards away looking rather awkward. His hands kept fidgeting, apparently not knowing what to do with them. He settled for crossing them over his chest.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, hey Coco. What’s up?”

You watched his eye twitch at the nickname, but he didn’t comment on it. “What are you doing?”

“Teaching Tae some dances… wanna learn one?” You asked hesitantly.

The grey-haired Saeni had said that Jungkook truly wasn’t this aggravating “Chad” of a guy when you really got to know him. So, you decided to pull up your big girl panties and to try to extend an olive branch.

Tae gasped in excitement at your offer. “Come on Kookie! It’s so much fun!”

“I’d prefer not to get skinned alive by Hobi hyung when he finds out you’re dancing without him, so… no thanks.” Jungkook’s green eyes shuddered as if recalling some horrific memory.

Likewise, Tae immediately stopped his giggling and started to panic. “Shit, shit, shit. He got so mad last time!” He ran over to Jungkook and fell to his knees in front of him. “Kookie, please, please, don’t tell him. I’ll do anything!”

You blinked a couple times at the exchange.

Good lord, what did Hobi do to them!?

Jungkook tipped his chin toward you. “Give me a few minutes alone with Y/N and I won’t say shit.”

The Saeni archer dropped his exaggerated act and rose to his full height to stand evenly with Jungkook.

“Not if you’re going to yell at her. She doesn’t deserve that, and you know it.”

Your eyes ogled in disbelief as you watched Tae stand up to his own brother for you.

He really doesn’t hate me…

You felt like you could cry from happiness and relief. Yet, as honored as you were by Tae’s act, you also knew that something good could come from a talk with the burgundy head. Or you really hoped it would be good. You walked up behind Tae and placed a hand on his shoulder, telling him it was okay. He turned to look at you, but found you were facing forward, your eyes glued to the pea-green ones in front of you. Jungkook met your challenge and stared right back.

Neither of looked away even when Tae threatened, “If I hear any shouting, I’m coming back and kicking your ass Kookie.”

As he left the two of you alone, you copied the youngest Saeni and crossed your arms over your chest. Then you waited. And waited… and waited.

“So, are you just going to stare at me?”

His green orbs widened and he suddenly looked to the side then at the ground. He mumbled an answer, but it was too quiet to hear.

Geez. Who is this guy? What happened to the asshat?

“What was that?” You asked in a prodding tone.

Jungkook groaned, bringing his head up to look at the sky. “I-I just…”

“You just what?” Yes, you were sort of provoking him, but the boy needed a push if you’ve ever seen a need for it.

He shot his head down to look at you in annoyance. “Ijustwantedtothankyouforyesterdayyoudon’tneedtobesomean.” As soon as he finished his face heated up and his gaze darted away again.

You gaped at him. Both because of his thanks and because he had the audacity to call you mean. You!

“Excuse me?”

At your question, he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck while the other went over his mouth to cover a forced cough.

He still refused to look at you, but sighed and said, “I just wanted to say thank you for risking your neck for us yesterday.”

“Oh, um, you’re welcome. It’s really no big deal. I just did what I had to.” You rubbed your arms at the awkward tension in the air and pursed your lips.

“I want to offer you a deal.”

“Huh?”

“Look, your technique sucks, and you’ve obviously never been in a fight, but you helped us, and I can’t ignore that. I’m the best fighter here, so I can teach you if-”

“If you’re about to say something like suck your toes or worship the ground you walk on, it’s gonna be a no from me, dawg.”

“First Coco, now Dog?” The Saeni scoffed. “Make up your mind, human. Also no. I don’t want your mouth anywhere near me and I don’t need your worship. I already know how good I am.”

There’s the asshat.

“Riiiiight.” You drawled out. “So, what’s the ‘if?’”

He smirked. “I’ll teach you how to fight if you can last a single minute against me.”

You paused to weigh his offer. Yes, you wanted to learn how to protect yourself. You didn’t want to be a liability to others anymore. You wanted to prove yourself. Plus, it would also just be super badass. On the other hand, you also knew how extremely skilled Jungkook was. While you had only seen glimpses of him fighting, you had heard the others’ comments, so you knew that he was a force to be reckoned with. Which would probably make him a good teacher but...

“Just one minute?” You verified.

You weren’t an idiot. One minute in a fight may sound short, but it seemed like a long time. Granted, you’d never been in a fight, but Jimin made you watch a few MMA matches before and-HOLY SHIT!

Jungkook’s fist appeared out of the corner of your eye and you instinctively ducked, falling down on your butt. He didn’t even laugh at you, as he was already gearing up for another hit. You quickly rolled backwards over your shoulder and got up on your feet, squeaking when you felt the air of another punch, kick, or some other flying appendage miss you. Not bothering to waste time to look at the Saeni, you took off running. Weaving around trees and leaping over logs, you did your best to lose Jungkook in the forest. You couldn’t hear him, but you just knew he was right on your ass. The thought made you pump your sore legs faster.

“Ya! Little human!” He called out to you as you continued to scurry away like some rabbit evading a fox. “You’re supposed to be fighting me, you idiot!”

“You never said shit about fighting! Just that I had to last a minute, you dickhead!” You screeched in return.

You sprinted around another tree. Slid down into a ditch. Jumped over a tangle of roots and sharply veered to the left.

In the back of your mind, you knew that there was no way you should be standing right now. If he was really trying, he would have KO’d your ass on the first punch. He was going easy on you. Way easy. But why? While you were preoccupied trying to deduce why he wasn’t just finishing you off, you failed to notice his figure stepping out from a tree ahead of you. Not realizing his presence until you were basically on top of him, he reached out a hand and wrapped it around your throat as you ran past.

The throat again? AGAIN!?

You did your best to dance out of the way, but it was absolutely futile. Your forward momentum came to a sudden halt as he threw you down. Landing straight on your back, all the air in your lungs was forced up and out.

Your mouth moved like a fish as you tried to get oxygen to return to your lungs. Jungkook glanced down at your heaving form before turning away.

“It’s only been 40 seconds… seems like you won’t make it.”

Like hell I won’t.

Before you could think twice, you rolled to your side and tripped him with your arms. As he stumbled, you got your ass up and ran off again. By now, you should only have 10 seconds remaining.

You went left around a tree, then right, then right again.

4… 3… 2… 1…

You rounded left around one last tree and folded your body due to there being a low branch at your head’s height. Unfortunately, that meant that the fist meant for your stomach connected directly with your face instead.

You heard Jungkook curse just before his fist made contact and then everything went black.

“What were you thinking Jungkook!?”

“Chim, I already said I’m sorry! It’s not like I was aiming for her fucking head!”

“Guys, if you’re going to scream at each other, can you at least do it somewhere else?”

“He knocked her out, hyung! How can you not be yelling at him!?”

“It was an accident!”

“And he already apologized… even though you’re not the person he owes it to.”

The delightful sound of yelling, angry, and frustrated voices infiltrated your ears as you became conscious. Groaning, you opened your eyes and tried to figure out what was going down.

You were laying down with your back on a mat, a blanket folded beneath your head. You were back at where you assumed was camp, due to the blackened and ashy wood that you could see piled nearby. Hovering over you was Yoongi, who gave your head a pat when he saw your y/e/c eyes open. Toward your feet was Jimin and Jungkook, glaring at each other.

Yoongi gave you a final pat before rising and walking into the trees. “Well, I’ll leave you children to figure this shit out.”

“Hyung! Where the hell are going? Y/N-”

“Is already awake, you dunce. I’m going to find Namjoon.” He sent a wave over his shoulder without looking behind him.

At his words and exit, Jimin whipped his head to you to find your eyes on him. You gave him a sheepish smile.

“See!? I told you she was going to be fine!”

No matter how badly you wanted to smack Jungkook in that moment, you had to do some damage control before Jimin literally went crazy. You hastily stood up, although that wasn’t the smartest move on your part. Immediately, you went dizzy and had to grab ahold of Jimin’s arm to steady yourself.

After collecting yourself, you said, “Slim Jim, it’s fine. It was an accident. If he had actually wanted to hurt me he would have done it on the first swing.”

“The first swing!?” Jimin was seething.

“You didn’t tell him about the deal?” You addressed Jungkook.

“Deal? What deal?”

Jungkook’s let out a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, offered to teach her to fight if she could last one minute against me.”

Jimin slipped out of your gasp and got into his brother’s face again. “Are you insane!? You could’ve killed her!”

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.” You stepped between them, putting a hand on each of their chests. “As much as I appreciate you looking out for me, Jimin, you don’t get to decide what I do or do not do. You’re my best friend, not my keeper.”

He dropped his head to look at your hand resting against his chest, apricot locks hanging over his forehead. “I-I know. I’m just worried about you.”

“And I’m thankful for that, but you also need to step back a bit, okay?” You patted his solid frame and he nodded.

“Okay.” You turned to face the other Saeni. “Now, you.”

His eyes widened at your “let’s get down to business” tone, but he didn’t back down.

“You seriously need to stop making me unconscious. It’s the second time in like four days, dude.”

The burgundy head tilted his head. “Maybe if you knew how to throw a punch you wouldn’t be so easy to beat.”

You rolled your eyes while Jimin growled. “Well, now it’s your job to teach me, Coco.”

“Seems like it.” Jungkook snorted. “You barely lasted the minute, so we’ll have to work on that.” He turned to leave but paused and looked over his shoulder.

“Hey, little human. You… you weren’t as helpless this time.” Emotion flashed in his green eyes but before you could determine exactly which, he faced away from you. “Just be up two hours earlier from now on to train.”

With that, he left. It was only you and Jimin now. Just as you went to say something to your best friend, a sudden revelation dawned on you.

“I don’t have an alarm! How the hell am I supposed to do that!?”

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No Thieves Welcome XIV: Bridal Pains

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader [ modern ]

❛ word count | 2.5+

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | hvitserk takes his woman to go find a prom dress.

❛ warnings | public sex, oral [ female receiving ]

The girls behind you are giggling up a storm.

They stand in a cluster looking at short puffy pink ballerina prom dresses, lined with gold and jewels. They would all be going together, as a group, and maybe Hvitserk knew a part of you wished Asta could be here for that reason. You try to keep your thoughts off of your friend, oh he knew. You spent tons of time in your studies to avoid thinking that the whole point of her incarceration is because of your stupid baby daddie drama.

Take some pictures for me, okay?

It had seemed so simple in retrospect. You would find a nice dress that would make you feel like the glittering star that the event was modeled after; starry night. Except where others were stars, you felt like a fat chunk of pocky asteroid looking through all the sparkly dresses you always dreamed of. Ones with trim waists, plunging necklines and legs for miles. The hanger makes a loud whizz as you push it aside, stopping short of an iridescent blue dress. It’s pure and bright, glittering like the stars it was named after.

“Fuuuccck, get that one,” Hvitserk says behind you.

His hand at your waist, he leans forward to pluck out the dress in question. It’s a gorgeous neckline with everything that you thought you wanted. There was only one problem that you could make out as you took the dress out, holding it up to take in. The girls wiggle into the other room.

“Yeah, that one,” Hvitserk says, voice husking just a little.

“I’ll definitely look like a blueberry in that one.” You respond, leaning your head back on his thick shoulder and fluttering your eyelashes for some flirtatious effect. Hvitserk plants a kiss on your cheek.

“A delicious blueberry.”

You shake the iridescent dress and watch it glitter. Hvitserk’s hands fall to your belly, massaging his twins over your top.

“It’s meant for someone thinner.” You frown. “Who knows how big I’ll be by the time prom comes.”

“Not that big.” Hvitserk plants a kiss upon your shoulder. “C’mon. Try it on.”

“Hvit—“

“Listen to your man.” Hvitserk keens, slipping away from you toward a lazy chair that is placed for viewers. You take your purse off and chuck it at him before sighing in obvious defeat.

“Just this once.” You affirm.

Hvitserk offers nothing short of his cheeky smile, mocking with a blown kiss before he would relax into the lavish chair. Slipping off your clothes was the easy part. The hard part came when you had to step into this dress. It was obviously made for someone who was… well, not pregnant. Your hand came over the bust, strapless and loose over your breasts.

“Oh hi! Hello! Do you need any help?”

It wasn’t your Hvitserk but rather a rail-thin blonde with spindly fingers who dips into the room where you dress.

“It’s a little loose.” You frown.

“That is why we have these!” She clicks metal clamps at you like a flamenco dancer’s castanets. You inwardly cringe, then nod, accepting your fate to them. Two or three clasps later and a oh! You are sure round in the stomach, yeah thanks I’m pregnant later, you got your first peaks at the gown.

The bright blue fit the theme alright. As you move about, the fabric glitters.

“Will it fit right?” You ask. “With the babies?”

“I think we can get them all snatched up in there.” She says. “They’ll just be a little bundled up for a few hours for you mor.”

You hate that. Once someone finds out you’re pregnant, you go from endearing little pet names to mom mom mom.

“Let’s go show our baby daddy!”

That sounds so wrong when she says it. You brace yourself when the curtains part, plucking up the fabric of the long dress. You release the fabric as you turn around, dropping your hands to slap your sides. Your head tilts when you find Hvitserk dead asleep-- likely from his exhaustion on the new job

“Hvitserk!” You snap.

“Shit! Uncle! What!” He snaps all at once, jerking up in the plush little seat. The words catch on his tongue as he rubs away the exhaustion, lowering his back so that his elbows rest upon his lower thighs. “Oh… shit baby.”

“What do you think?” Your hands trail up to the dyed portion, curling it like the adorable little girl that he thought you to be.

“I think he likes it.” The blonde seamstress says beside you. You know your Hvitserk-- he has to like it, especially the dip exposing your breasts that you note will need some tape… or something.

“It’s fan-fucking-tastic, you gotdamn beautiful bitch.” Hvitserk lurches up abruptly. The swing and tinkle of the bell leaves the blonde looking between the both of you and the door. She bows out with a promise of being right back while Hvitserk takes a look behind her to a bride with a complaint about a misplaced patch of lace upon her dress. All petty bullshit that he knows will take longer than she is ready for.

“Turn that fat fucking ass around, I gotta get a close up of this shit.” Hvitserk lurches the curtain closed behind him as he comes in. You shift around, the long woosh of your dress exposing a long slit up your leg, nearly to your upper leg. “It has a fuckin’ slit?”

“It has pockets too.”

“Well hot fucking damn baby, can’t beat pockets.” Hvitserk turns you before shoving you down into the plush chair. You squeak gently as Hvitserk tugs your hips closer to his face. His fingers hook in the stringy panties he had you wear, hooking them down your legs and over a pair of glittering heels. His firm hands glide over your inner thighs to force one-- then the other apart.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Gettin’ some baby-makin’ pussy. I’m on pussy love reserve. What’re you doing?” Hvitserk grunts, lowering his tongue down to slick your lips in one smooth move. You shudder, curling your toes against the palate of your shoes.

“The beads aren’t properly placed!”

“I sewed them back--”

“It’s awful!” The bridezilla roars. “I’m going to be the only one with--”

Hvitserk huffs hot air against your pussy to get your attention, flicking his tongue in streaks between your pussy. He trails along the inside, then out, eventually tracing your eager clit in mocking licks. He never quite gets there to which you sigh, drawing your heels against his back. It burns when you knock your heels over his back and yet he can’t quite complain about your tight grip on his head. You tug strands of his hair free from his ponytail.

His thumb guides between the wet smacks of his lips, drawing in yours and suckling areas that he knew would give him a little bit of liquid gold. At last, he hooks his thumb carefully into your pussy, pushing down as soon as it entered you only as far as an inch.

“I can fix it.”

“You better fix it.”

Hvitserk chuckles, warm vibrations seizing over your lips to your clit where Hvitserk settles. A hard grip over the armchair tells him you’re tense, waiting for the girl to come back here and catch him underneath your skirt.

“Want me to finish it?” Hvitserk murmurs, drawing back to suckle his middle finger in one smooth lick.

“Hvitserk we need to stop. We told Magnus we would meet him and...” You say. “I didn’t even buy this--”

“I’ll fuckin’ buy two of those if you’ll shut up.”

In one abrasive shove, Hvitserk glides his middle finger into your warm cunt. Your pussy spasms around his shocking entrance.

“I know baby, I missed you too.” He leans down as if he’s speaking purely to your cunt. His lips curl around your clit, sucking it between his lips. “Mama wants me to hurry the fuck up before we get better acquainted.”

You have no idea what the hell he’s doing. He’s done a lot of things-- but talk to your pussy? You suppose that’s just what happens when a Ragnarsson is forced to go without for so long. His tongue glides along your clit, eliciting pitiful sounds from your tongue that you fret might be heard. To your glee, the raving godzilla goes on about something of a discount. You can actually enjoy Hvitserk’s finger squelching deep at a steady pace, spilling your juices along the dark fabric underneath your ass.

“I’m going to cum.” You whisper.

“That’s my girl,” Hvitserk mutters, busying himself in his task of getting your juices. Preferably all over his face, saturating his lips and caught in his facial hair. The sudden sound of heels changes it all, clicking just outside of the curtain.

“Do you need any help, sweetheart?” The blonde says.

“No! No, no I’m just-- just trying on another part of heels…”

Bullshit. Hvitserk’s smile grows across your pussy. You want to kick his ass, stifling every moan from your lips with a bite that surely will leave indentations on your bitten lips.

“Oh just call if you need anything! I’ll be upfront. And your husband?”

Between your fucking legs christening this designer gown? Yeah, not an option. Hvitserk lightly uses his teeth against your cunt, this time eliciting a small gasp out of your lips before you could handle it.

“Just… in the bathroom I think.”

God, you’re a shitty liar. She must have bought some portion of your bullshittery though because her heels click away not a moment too soon. Angrily you shove his head down between your legs, grinding your hips into his arrogant face.

“You’re such an asshole!” You say in a forced, hushed whisper. He knows, but he’s an asshole that soon makes you gush around his desperate tongue. Hvitserk knows he has it-- but better yet, he knows that you love being made a spectacle of like the little pussy princess you are, gripping and loosening your grip in his hair until your pleasure is all ridden out.

“Yeah.” Hvitserk glides his tongue over your folds, might as well clean up right? “But that’s why you love me, right?”

He didn’t.

“I never said anything about that.” You slide your hips up, shooing Hvitserk with a saucy toss of your skirts over your knees. He fetches the panties that he removed some time earlier, teasingly pulling them back every time you reach for them.

“Tell me you love me.” He teases, but behind his words, you know what he’s fetching for. Hvitserk was all confidence. Overwhelming, in fact. Sometimes he had to crack.

“Hvitserk.” You take a side glance toward the curtains. “We don’t have time for this. Can’t I pet your ego later?”

“My ego?” He acts aghast. You lurch to snatch the panties from his fingertips and glide them over your hips. Hvitserk draws the curtains apart and offers you a hand to stand. You tippy toe up to plop a kiss on his cheek, somehow warming him more than any of the back-alley fucks at school.

“Of course I love you.” You say. “But not just for that.”

Stupid stomach-- fluttering and stupid, stupid, stupid at your words. He digs into his pocket finding the blonde sitting in the chair, turning her head toward the both of you curiously. She’d been there the whole time. Hvitserk got this.

“We’ll take it?” He dips into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. Her wrinkled face pulls in delight-- and you loathe the thought of hems and alterations that will come in the next two weeks with her.

“Good idea.”

It’s funny.

Hvitserk never cared to be serious about shit. After all, when he was with you, it was always fun and games. Here you were as pregnant as you could get looking at cute prom jewelry from a jewelry shop. His wallet was already burning but to know that you would be happy with a moment that every girl dreamed of? Priceless.

Fuck he’s in deep. He’s in way, way too deep.

“And this?” Your voice is fuzzy in the background, trotting around with your skirt fluttering. The old man in an oddly pristine suit, save a soiled blotch on his gut, trots toward where you were. He glances down, not realizing the area you were at.

Shit.

“Engagement rings.” The old man says. “Far out of your price point, I’m afraid.”

It’s like the old fuck takes pleasure in saying that, dashing away from the slight ring you were looking at. White gold, he notes-- and a teardrop diamond center around beaded diamonds in, of course, a pinkish hue. His temper flares.

“Who said anything about a price point?” Hvitserk rumbles. “I just don’t see the point in wasting that much on something she’ll use once.”

The old man straightens his back, likely to tell off the little punk in front of him, but you cut him short. Smart-- because he was two seconds away from making a scene that would have mall security called on his ass. The nerve of an old man to assume he couldn’t afford it. He was a Ragnarsson! Who was that old man in comparison to him!?

“Thank you for showing me.” You say, dipping out of the store with your hand in his. Hvitserk’s cheeks are full, chewing words that he was going to spit out at the man before you figuratively put an axe on his plans.

“You don’t have to act like that.” You tell Hvitserk.

“What?” He snorts, squeaking his sneakers over the fake tile floors. “Snap off or put a boot in his ass-- because I was close to doing both.”

“Then both.” You answer. “It’s just a ring.”

“An engagement ring,” He quips, seeking out your response with a good-natured smile. “If you were looking…”

“I wasn’t.”

“Then you should be able to have it.” Hvitserk quips. “I make enough.”

A fresh eighteen-year-old buying that? You lift your eyebrows at him.

“Hvitserk…”

“You deserve it.” He alternates behind you, guiding his hands over your distended stomach. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder. “In a few months, you’re gonna be poppin’ out my kids and then what is everyone gonna say?”

“Get birth control?”

“Besides that.”

“You’re high on Daddie hormones, Hvit.” Is that even a thing? Hvitserk is about to ask when you flick him on his button nose, causing him to jerk just a little. “It’s a thing.”

Whether or not you realize if you were fishing for that ring, he’s sure you are. Whatever disquiet is in your heart, he feels it may have to do with the bullying at school. Margrethe had been the first to say the babies weren’t his. But no one paid attention to her and rightfully so. Margrethe was off her meds. You lean your hand back to his cheek, caressing his jaw after the fact. Your eyes go soft and Hvit hopes its because you know he only had your best interest at heart.

“(Y/N)! Hvit!” Breaking through the crowd, he caught sight of his kid half brother, stomping with Bjorn at his side.

“We’ll talk about this later.” You eschew further worries by waving to Magnus and Bjorn. “Magnus! Bjorn!”

Why did you always put him off?

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blackrosesfanfic · 4 years ago

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Chapter 216

MiMi

"So Trey was all around the US doing fucking nothing but starting trouble."

Dee yawns. "Good fucking morning."

"Anyway, now Cammie is in Vegas and Trey has the strep throat so she stuck in Vegas til at least tomorrow night. 24 hours after he has been on antibiotics."

"Wait, Trey is where?"

"Vegas."

Dee rolls over to Minnie who had started crying. "What the fuck my man doing in Vegas?"

I take off my shirt. "We are moving to Los Angeles."

"Why does Cammie have to be in the same state as you, Monk? I understand she is your friend. But damn."

"So I just say no about dancing with the stars?"

Dee turns Minnie to me and open her mouth. She makes a confused face then tries to eat his hand. I giggle.

"Damn, Bae." Dee says squeezing her cheeks together instead of letting her bite him. "I forgot about your 15 minutes of fame. Is that real? They really gonna let her use you?"

"It doesn't matter if I'm on set or not. I get paid to help her learn her shit."

He blows. "In the middle of planning a wedding I have to move you across the country? Damn you ask of too much. Are you ever happy with the shit I do?"

I suck my teeth. "How dare you ask me that?"

"I can't move you to some gated community or some rich neighborhood. What are we going to be living like in fucking LA?"

"It's for like 6 months."

"You telling me that's simple?"

I blow. "Just forget it."

He stands up from the bed without Minnie. She starts screaming and trying to roll her fat stuff over. She was very upset with Dee. He spins around to the bed picking her up and trying to calm her down.

"You wouldn't bring it up... I shouldn't make you regret bringing up something like this. Look we move when it's necessary. Is it necessary? Did Cammie start filming with them? Is she learning dance moves? Does she need you?"

"Are you really asking if she needs me?"

Dee finally gets Minnie quiet. "Now. How long do you have to get there? I just feel like our lives depend on Cammie and Trey. Can we exist without their shit?"

"When she my best friend? My fucking sister?"

"Okay, Bae. Look when you need me to fucking make a move? Tell me."

"I'll be making money." I say sad.

He puts Minnie on my chest. I unconsciously grab her then look down at her in my arms. She throws herself back screaming like I was a stranger. I extent my arms giving her back.

"It's just my mother wanting to be close then you moving further away at the same time. It doesn't make sense. I feel trapped in the middle. Why can't you get along with her like April and Cammie?"

"So now you want to make me Cammie?"

He laughs really hard. "We not shit with communication. Minnie."

She stares at him as he takes her back from me. She lies her head on his chest and start whining like she was ready to cry again. He bounces her then he exhales deeply.

"Man, wait til the end of the month. Cammie and Trey gonna be back in Atlanta. Trey acting like shit."

"You think she gonna quit the show?" I snap. "Now you being ridiculous. All to not move to LA. It's a standard 6 month lease somewhere."

"Mookie. They not stable in LA. Watch me now. I'm moving your ass in a month. Final. No sooner no later. You got to deal with that. I need time with my business. I need to make it float smoothly without me. You understand? I know you fucking understand. Minnie talk to your mama."

"She can understand English. Look at how she looking at me."

He holds her up then laughs. She had turned her head around to keep her eyes on me. I wave my hand at her then finish getting undressed. I walk into the bathroom.

"Where is your son?" I snap coming back out.

"Turbo!" Dee yells.

A minute later I could hear his feet in the hall. He screams then bust into the room.

"Daddy, that alli... alligator crocodile ate that man!"

"What are you doing?" He snaps.

JJ points. "Watching Netflix."

I suck my teeth going into the bathroom. "Who taught the 3 year old how to work Netflix?"

"4." Dee snaps.

"My baby is not four."

JJ comes in the bathroom. "I three mommy."

"I know you three."

"What you doing? I get my toys?"

"No, JJ."

He starts whining. "I no get my toys?"

I sigh. "Get them."

"K." He runs out the bathroom.

"You minus well put Minnie rank ass in there."

I cut my eyes at him. "You supposed to be watching them. This is Mommy time!"

Dee turns around walking out. "Selfish."

"Mommy, a... ah... the crocodile in the water?"

"No."

JJ stands there looking at the tube filled with mineral water and oils. He backs up and start shaking his head. I look at the water then look at him. After about a minute if staring at the water he cuts his eyes at me and throws his hands up.

"That's okay, Mommy." He runs away.

"Thank God for crocodiles." I say easing into the water.

Cammie

I managed to get Trey to take his medicine and get in the tub for a little while. It didn't last long cause he being a jerk. I ended up leaving him along in the room by himself. I could have stayed with my baby for this. He is so dramatic.

"Is that done?" Forrest snaps already headed to the kitchen. "You could have woke me up."

"Not babysitting both of April's Boys." I yell to him.

I hear Forrest scream in the kitchen. I suck my teeth and throw myself up from the couch. What did this dumbass do to himself? Probably burned himself on the pot. Some stupid shit to get me up out my comfortable place on the couch. I step in the kitchen looking around ready to fuss. I suck my teeth. Forrest is fighting with Trey to get to the stove. When the hell did Trey get into this damn kitchen? Obviously he feeling better. He slaps Forrest and steps away from the stove.

"Yeah?" He says on the phone walking out of the kitchen through another door.

"Cammie, damn, you put your ass in this?" Forrest says eating from his plate with his hands. He goes back to the stove. "This not enough."

"It is not that good, stupid." I say following behind Trey.

I pause staring at the area. Where is this? I turn around looking back into the kitchen. This is how he got into the kitchen without me seeing him. I walk out of the dining room into the kitchen. It was behind where I was sitting. So he walked right by me without me knowing.

"I just wanted to make sure you good." I hear Chris says. I turn around again going to the balcony.

"I'm good."

Chris hesitates a bit. "I was in Vegas to talk to you."

"Yeah." Trey says.

"Yeah." Chris says ignoring Trey dry ass attitude. "You know I shouldn't have beat your ass the other week at the club. I should have noticed that you were fucking out of your damn mind."

Trey sucks his teeth. "I highly doubt you beat my ass nigga."

"Well look I wanted to know if you and Cammie wanted to go to the beach. I got this nice place out in LA. It has a little playground on the beach for Lane."

"You want Lane to go?"

Chris doesn't say nothing right away. "Well me and Lane were thinking about going there and you just meet us. Or just come pick him up if you don't want to stay."

"How you gonna take my son? Nigga where you at?" Trey snaps.

"LA babysitting."

"My fucking kids?"

Chris chuckles."Yeah."

Trey turns around suddenly noticing me standing there. I walk up to him and touch his side laying my head on his back. He is being very mean to everyone. Chris is exactly trying really hard to be forgiving. Trey doesn't even know that I'm mad at Chris. He just being a jerk. Lane screams Chris' name.

"Daylan." Chris says.

"Uncle Chris, no say that." Lane says close to the phone.

"Your daddy on the phone."

Lane screams again. "Uncle Chris that Mommy?"

Chris sucks his teeth. "No Lane your daddy."

"Daddy? Who?"

"Boy, your daddy."

Lane giggles then screams. It goes quiet. Chris sucks his teeth.

"He ran away, Trey."

"He play games like that." Trey says smiling really hard. "Just you and Lane going to the beach?"

"April gonna be here in the morning. I rather not take Caden. He a fucking lot by himself. And Lane. Man, I'm glad my mama here. I can't do it. I thought about getting Royalty but Lane bad man."

Trey laughs. "He worst without Cammie. Don't let Forrest have him."

Chris chuckles. "Aye, he at the door pouting. Can you get Cammie? Imma show you him."

"Yeah."

Chris changes to video. He turns the camera to the door. Lane is sitting with his back on the archway of the door. He puts his head on his knees and just sit there. I start to say something then Lane suddenly starts laughing. He crawls out of the room laughing. I few seconds later he comes back with Caden's bottle.

"Uncle Chris I Caden."

"Weren't you just pouting?" Chris asks him confused.

Lane slaps the camera. "Move that Temaine."

Chris sucks his teeth. "It's your mama."

"The Mommy. Let me see." Lane snaps grabbing the phone. "Hey, Mommy!"

I smile so hard it hurts. "Hey, Lane."

"Mommy come get you baby."

"What?"

Lane makes a serious face. "Come get you baby to Chris."

I look at Trey. "Did he say..."

"Get you baby from Chris." He says very clear this time.

"Lane." I laugh.

He was so seriously. "Mommy I want you. I go you."

Chris comes up. "Lane, do you want to go to the playground at the beach? We gonna eat ice cream and pizza."

"At you playground?" Lane asks.

"Yeah then Mommy gonna come." Chris says.

Lane stares at Chris. "Let me see."

"Say bye to Mommy and daddy. I show you the picture."

"Later." Lane snaps. "I talk to Mommy. Hey, Mommy."

"Hey, Lane. My big boy."

Lane yawns. "Uncle Chris."

"Yeah, Lane."

"I sleep you bed?"

"Yeah."

Lane gives the phone to Chris. "No, Mommy."

Chris gives it back. "Here take the phone to the bed."

"Hey, Mommy."

"Hey, Baby."

Trey looks at the phone. "Hey, Lane."

Lane smiles. "Hey, Daddy."

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(Just a small thing for @awkward-snake-girl starring her OC Mattie with the Serpent Society again! No funny Fabian cameos this time, but someone else does show up! Connected to THIS and THIS fic! I know it’s mentioned in the latter that Monsoon met Black Mamba when he picked Haven up from the prison that she and Tanya were both at, and yet it comes off in this fic like they’re meeting for the first time. How do I explain this? I don’t! Because I don’t really care about continuity, JUST LIKE CANON MARVEL! ;D ) Mattie was hanging out at the house shared by Black Mamba, Asp, and Anaconda again. She had become a pretty common guest there; today she’d come over to deliver the new dancing costume she’d made for Asp---just because her clothes came off during her act didn’t mean they shouldn’t look beautiful!--but then stuck around just to chat and watch TV with the other ladies. “Man, I don’t get why he’s spending time with Sandra,” Blanche criticized the male lead, “Donna’s obviously the right gal for him, she gives him everything he needs.” “Not excitement,” Tanya explained, “Not adventure. And most importantly---not emotional support. Donna just puts food on the table. Sandra feeds his heart.” Blanche snorted, “Don’t think his heart is what he’s following here.” “Well, okay, that too,” said Tanya, “But can you blame him? The poor guy is just starved for a little romance.” “Yeah I’d blame him!” Blanche replied, “I’d bust his face!” “He shouldn’t be with Sandra if he’s with Donna,” Mattie semi-agreed, “He’s got to pick one or the other.” “Well, that is the point of the show,” said Cleo analytically, “Were he to choose too quickly, we would not have our full thirty minutes of salacious fantasy entertainment. Nor if he made the right choices in the first place.” “Can we watch the nature channel next?” Mattie requested, as more poor life decisions played out on screen. “Only if it’s no more snake shows,” Blanche said, “Yer startin’ to make me hate my own codename, I’ve had to hear it so much!” “Now Blanche, she is our guest,” said Tanya, “Though, Mattie...are you sure it’s REALLY the snakes you’re craving? Might they...represent something else? How long has it been since--” “Tanya!” Mattie shrieked, turning red, “No, I just really like snakes! Come on, you’re the Serpent Society, you should get that!” “Hey, don’t pigeonhole us,” Blanche replied, “We got diverse interests.” “I’m just saying,” Tanya continued as Cleo sighed with her fingers against her own forehead, “Women have needs too, and there’s nothing wrong with that. And if you need help meeting a man who can help, I can---” Her next words were lost in a gale of wind so strong that even from outside the house, the roar consumed all other sounds, rattling the windows and even causing the TV to shake. “Hey!” Blanche ejected, stretching out her super-elongated, super-muscular arms just in time to catch the television as it plummeted towards the floor from its sleek stand, “What’s with the freak storm?! S’Margaret Hamilton outside?”! That was when the door exploded in a million splinters. “RELEASE MISS MATTIE GRANGER!” a voice boomed from outside, yet there was no one on the doorstep...only the violently whipping wind.

“Come out and make me!” bellowed Anaconda, running out on the stoop, her fists clenched and ready to meet the face of whoever was doing this, just as soon as they showed it. “Up here, fiend!” called the voice from above. Anaconda accordingly looked up, as did Asp, Mamba, and Mattie, who had all come outside too. Levitating among the whipping wind was a tall, muscular Indian man with dark skin, a harsh face, and long wavy black hair. “Whoa, who ordered the beefcake?” Black Mamba quipped. “I don’t know, girls---but I’m hungry!” Anaconda answered, shooting out one of her extendable arms with a fist clenched at the end. “I do not wish to hurt you,” the man called over the winds as he dodged the blow, which was slowed by the force of the air itself, “I merely come to rescue Mattie---give her up, and you shall not be harmed this day.” “You know this man?” Asp asked. “I do!” said Mattie, embrassed at the situation, and yelled up, “Monsoon! Monsoon it’s okay!” “Mattie!” he yelled back, “Are you hurt?” “No! Monsoon, these are my friends! They didn’t kidnap me, we’re just hanging out!” “Oh,” The wind began to still, and he seemed to deflate, but then suddenly he tensed again, “Are they making you say that?!” The wind returned, stronger than ever and accompanied by warning rolls of thunder, and the three Serpent Society squad women were lifted into the air, even Anaconda, yet Mattie was left safely on the ground. “They have no power over you, Mattie!” “I know! They don’t! That’s why you can be sure I’m telling the truth, we really are just hanging out!” “We were watching TV, you dumb jerk!” Anaconda shouted. “Yeah you stupid hot gorgeous musclehead!” Black Mamba added. “It’s fine, Monsoon!” Mattie pleaded, “Please, put them down!” Monsoon looked at the women, his face blanching under his dark skin as he began to realize what he’d done. “Please, Monsoon, put them down!” Mattie repeated. “Yeah, put me down---so I can pummel ya! Bet you’re not so hot in a fair fight!” “Anaconda, I sincerely doubt stating your intentions honestly will incline him to---oh, thank you sir,” Asp cut herself off as she found her toes touching the ground again, Monsoon having settled them down with great care. He began to ask if they were hurt, and to apologize for the misunderstanding. Began to. Before one of Asp’s venom blasts hit him full in the chest. She was polite. It didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed. Monsoon, who had not yet descended himself, began falling like a rock. Mattie cried out, but Anaconda smirked, “Don’t worry, princess---Mama’s got him!” One of her elongated arms caught him halfway down...then slammed him into the pavement twice as hard as he would have hit it from merely falling. And then...then the other arm got involved, and they began to constrict him like two great snakes. “No!!” Mattie cried on, tugging on Blanche, though the bigger woman didn’t even notice. “Yeah, ‘Conda,” smirked Tanya, “It’s not fair for you to finish him off before I get my turn too!” “Please, no, he was just here to save me! And he didn’t hurt you guys!” Which is why we won’t kill him, said Asp, though that looked like a surprise to Blanche, and one she was not pleased with. “We’ve just got to show him why it was a bad idea either way,” Tanya continued, “I mean, come on Mattie, we can’t have people thinking you can just show up and trash the Serpent Society. Got a company reputation to maintain, you know?” Mattie whimpered, but she seemed to realize that this was as good a result as her protests were going to get. Blanche, now curious what her teammates were about to pull, released her captive, her arms returning to normal length and crossing over her broad chest, ready to return to their foul play should the punishment meeted upon Monsoon be unsatisfactory to her. “We won’t do anything permanent,” Black Mamba promised as she sauntered towards Monsoon’s massive form as he pulled himself from the ground. Wow, he was still conscious? And moving? The stamina on this guy! She was impressed. Not many guys could get back up after a blast from The Asp OR a big hug from Blanche, let alone BOTH. “Hey big boy, I’m not gonna hurt ya.” She leaned over, knowing he would get a good view of her cleavage, “In fact, I’m going to make you VERY happy...” Then she stood back up and kicked up, hard. She loved baiting them before the hit. “...is what I would say if you weren’t Mattie’s boyfriend. But since you are, I’d hate to make her watch you with one of my love phantoms. So I’ll settle for this.” Monsoon did not fight back physically, nor summon more winds. Maybe he was just too worn out and hurt, but to Tanya it looked more like he was simply accepting the attack. Black Mamba might not be that much of a physical fighter, but she had enough experience to know this guy could have fought back more if he’d chosen to. Weird. Weirder still, he’d looked away from the free view of her rack. Wow. He must REALLY be faithful. Poor guy, he’d looked downright embarrassed! Guys, huh? Not humiliated at all over getting trounced by three girls----three and a half, really, Blanche was at least one and a half on her own--- but breasts apparently made him have to avert his eyes. Must be a progressive type. Or a really conservative type. Funny, how much those two tended overlap in some ways. “Your guy is a real catch,” she said to Mattie as she returned back to the others, “Not only did he come wind-riding to your rescue, he didn’t even try to sneak a peek at my tatas when I bent over. Class act. I’d keep him if I were you.” “He’s NOT my boyfriend, Tanya!” Mattie protested, before rushing over to Monsoon’s side, “Aloba! Are you okay? Oh my gosh, Haven is going to be SO WORRIED!” “Er, Mattie, if I may make a request...I would actually...prefer you did not tell her?” END

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