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chapter 9 | don’t say baby! [part 2]

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pairing(s): carmen berzatto x fem!reader | fem!reader x male!oc

summary: the guest of honor finally arrive and the baby shower takes a turn no one could’ve prepared for.

wc: 7k

The dried watermarks on the mirror made your face look dirty. You’d been locked in your en-suite for the past five minutes, seeing Carmen arrive with Claire threw you for a loop, and now with Hayden’s unwelcome intimate gestures you just needed to take a beat for yourself.

Your eyes fell on your phone, the device lighting up with a text from Pete coming through most likely letting you know they were on their way. You let out a small sigh of relief, the sooner the two guests of honor arrived the sooner this party would be over.

Sending one last glance at your reflection in the mirror, you deemed you were suitable enough to return to the living room. Exiting the bathroom you stopped by your closet to retrieve your gifts for the soon-to-be parents before finally leaving your safe space.

The door to your bedroom hadn’t been open for longer than a second when the sound of raised voices reached your ears, your neck tensing with the already built-up stress that this day was bringing you. Stopping at the gift table you carefully set yours down before taking in the jovial atmosphere of your living room, thankful that the loud voices were just Richie and Fak bickering like usual.

You were surprised as you spotted Tiff engulfed in a conversation with Sydney, not realizing just how long you’d been hiding away. It was nice to see everyone in a setting like this, no stress, no drama, just everyone coming together to celebrate Natalie and Pete. You maneuvered around the living room sending small smiles everyone’s way as you checked to make sure everything was exactly how you’d wanted it, before stopping in front of where most everyone was hanging out.

“Excuse me,” you waited as conversations slowly began to die out and the attention was on you. “Okay, Pete texted me a few minutes ago that they were on their way. This is a surprise party so I don’t know, don't hide or anything but like be excited.” You shrugged your shoulders, a small laugh escaping you at your horrible explanation. “That being said please act like you have some fucking manners,” your eyes shot to Richie and Fak before quickly glancing between Carmen and Hayden. You weren’t privy to the conversation they shared in the kitchen but you could tell from Carmy’s tense demeanor and Hayden’s confident touches that the two were having some stupid dick-measuring contest.

“Baby I’ll be on my best behavior just for you and Nat!” Fak’s overzealous attitude drew a real laugh out of you as you nodded your head at him.

Richie opened his mouth to mock Fak but before he could the sound of a car locking could be heard from outside. You felt your eyes widen, suddenly everything was becoming more real, you felt a sense of excitement mixed with trepidation shoot through you. Everyone glanced back at you waiting for instructions as you stood there like a deer in headlights, “Uh turn out the fucking lights I don’t know. Just be quiet.” You hadn’t given anyone a chance to follow your instructions before you ran to the light switch quickly flicking the main lights off.

You moved around the house grabbing the bag of confetti poppers and quickly passing them out. You weren’t sure where this burst of excitement was coming from, but you couldn’t help but feel giddy at all your hard work finally beginning to pay off.

The group of you stood crowded around the foyer confetti cannons at the ready as the voices outside could be heard as they got closer and closer to entering.

“Psst, Baby! Uhh, how do these things work?” You felt Fak tug gently at the sleeve of your cardigan causing you to spin around and provide a mock demonstration.

Richie let out an annoyed huff, “What are you fucking five?” Your eyes found Richie glaring at him to stop his teasing knowing the two of them could blow up at any minute.

“Richie, your aura is just so ugly. I can’t help that Baby likes me more than you.” Fak nudged Richie in the ribs poking his tongue out at him

Richie scoffed whacking Fak in the head with his cannon, “Baby and I are literally in an exclusive club together. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You were speechless as the two grown men began bickering back and forth like two children after you’d explicitly told them to be on their best behavior.

“Can you two just shut the fuck up.” Your head turned to Carmy who’d appeared out of thin air beside you, gesturing his cannon between the two men, irritation clear in his eyes.

His demand went ignored as Richie and Fak’s whispers began to rise in volume, other members of your group whispering their two cents at them. Your eyes widened as the two of them began beating on each other with the confetti cannons, at a loss for words on how to deal with them.

“Hey! Be careful you’re gonna set them o-,” it was too late the gold and silver confetti shot out of the two cannons raining on your group in premature sparkles. “Off.”

Fak had the decency to look apologetic as Richie just pointed fingers at the other man absolving himself of any blame. Fak began trying to placate you, not that you had any more words for the two of them.

“Baby listen wait, I can fix this,” you watched in confusion as he opened his jacket pulling out two colorful cannons you had purposely bypassed purchasing for this party.

“Oh for the love of God,” The group erupted into chaos as Richie tried to wrestle the colored powdered cannons off of Fak. Some shouted at Richie to leave Fak alone while others tried to convince Fak not to use his backup cannons.

The sound of quiet laughing to the side of you caused you to turn your head, a small horribly hidden smile on Carmen’s face. “Do you think this is funny Berzatto?” You whacked his arm with your confetti cannon gaining his attention. “Well they’re your subordinates do…something.” You gestured to the two wrestling men watching as Carmy raised his hands in defense trying to hide his small chuckles.

Carmy began handing you his confetti cannon to break up the pair, his hand stilled as his canon suddenly shot off, sending a ball of pressurized confetti straight to your face. He froze as he looked at you pieces of gold and silver decorating your hair and face, hands flying in front of himself as you raised your canon to aim at his face, “Shit! Baby wai-.”

Carmen was gifted a mouthful of confetti before he could finish his sentence, your quiet giggles drawing his attention once more. The two of you locked eyes, your giggles dying down but neither of you lost the wide smiles painting either of your faces. The pleas from the rest of the group to get Fak and Richie to stop became silent as you and Carmy lost yourselves in each other's magnetic smiles.

The moment was broken by the loud popping sound, everyone finally falling silent as the tubes Richie and Fak were fighting over finally gave way. The blast of powder hitting the side of your face and body was so shocking you stumbled a bit.

Hands reached out to steady you before quickly leaving, “Yo guys what the fuck!” Carmy’s voice felt like it was ringing in your ears from how loud the explosion was. Luckily for everyone behind Richie and Fak, they were out of the blast radius so only specks of blue and pink powder decorated their clothes and skin. Unluckily for you and Carmy who were standing in front of Richie and Fak, the four of you looked as though a box of crayons threw up on you.

You felt hands gently grab your face, doing your best to reorient yourself to your surroundings. “Hey look at me,” your head turned in the direction you thought Carmy’s voice was coming from before he gently turned your head in the right direction. “Fucking idiots.” He mumbled as his hand gently moved to your eye, fingers hanging in the air as he paused. “Stay still for me while I clean your eye yeah?”

You gave a slight nod before standing as still as you could, your good eye watching as Carmy hooked the sleeve of his knit sweater over his hand before lifting it to gently wipe the excess powder from your eye.

A small flinch on your part had him cursing under his breath as he did his best to not accidentally poke your eye out. “Almost done okay?” His words were so quiet as you watched his focused eyes and steady hand move around your face. His quiet “Good girl,” sent shivers down your spine as he stopped his ministrations.

Carmy stood in front of you, hands still delicately holding your face in place as he watched you rapidly blink your eyes to clear any leftover debris he couldn’t quite get. “All good?” You allowed his question to hang in the air as you raised your hand to rub at your eye, Carmen’s hand shooting out to stop you, “Don’t you’ll irritate it more.” You searched his eyes, nodding unconsciously as the two of you once again got trapped in the other's gaze.

You took in the rest of his appearance a small smile curling your lips, the movement so infectious Carmy couldn’t help but allow his lips to ghost a smile, “What?” His question caused your smile to widen the longer you looked at him.

“You look like Grimace.” You battled to hold in your laugh before allowing it to be set free.

“Fuck off.” Carmen laughed along with you, free hand reaching out to shove your shoulder.

Neither of you paid attention to the bickering going on behind you, Richie trying to justify what happened as Fak blamed the whole thing on Richie, everyone else a bit miffed at the colorful powder now decorating their clothes.

The first thing to draw everyone’s attention was the sudden light cascading through your house, the group too loud to have heard the set of keys turning in the door or the opening and closing of it.

You turned at the sound of a throat-clearing eyes wide as you looked between Natalie and Pete. The two of them looked just as confused as you were sure they felt.

“Surprise?” You sent them an awkward smile, a discombobulated chorus of “surprises” following after your own.

You watched as Nat looked between your whole group before turning to look at Pete who let out a nervous laugh before gesturing Nat more into the house. As the couple walked further in she began taking notice of the intricate decorations before her eyes landed on the blocks spelling out ‘BABY’, her hands instantly covering her mouth as her eyes shot to you.

“Baby,” you could already hear the watery undertone to Nat’s voice. “You didn’t?” The question didn’t necessitate an answer, but you found yourself nodding anyway, a small smile already beginning to grow wider.

The first tear slowly traced down Natalie’s face before her lips began quivering and her cheeks glistened with the onslaught of tears streaming down her face. You couldn’t help but allow your tears to begin falling, hardly aware that they’d built up until now.

You felt Carmen squeeze your hand, your fingers somehow finding themselves intertwined with his after he stopped you from rubbing at your eye. His hold on your hand reluctantly loosened as you moved forward to wrap Natalie up in a hug.

She welcomed you with open arms, neither of you saying a word as she cried into your shoulder and you hers, with the way the two of you were sobbing uncontrollably and gripping onto each other for dear life, it was clear that this gesture meant a lot to the both of you. But to three other people in the room, they knew the emotions were for more than just the baby shower.

You looked up as Pete joined the hug, eyes red with slowly falling tears as he wrapped himself around Natalie, offering her the comfort he was sure she needed, the embrace causing her sobs to rise in volume. You weren’t sure when Richie and Tiff had joined the impromptu group hug but you could tell Richie was holding back tears of his own when he leaned to place a gentle kiss atop your head and the sounds of his quiet sniffles could be heard.

The atmosphere of your living room took on a confused air, as those not involved in the emotional hug awkwardly looked between each other, so they weren’t caught intruding on such an intimate moment more than they already were.

Carmy stood off to the side trying to piece together what could make the five of you so emotional. Considering who was involved in the hug he could tell whatever it entailed was a familial matter, and he knew it was something serious if Richie willingly joined a hug that Pete was a part of. He couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out as he stood there trying to deduce what he’d missed in his time away from everyone.

As he ran through different scenarios in his mind, his eyes caught yours as the hug was finally coming to an end. He watched as your lips curved into that false forced smile you saved for times when you weren’t only trying to convince yourself, but everyone else as well that you were okay.

Your small group dispersed as Nat calmed herself down enough to greet everyone else who had come to celebrate her pregnancy. Carmy felt himself straighten up as you approached him, tear streaks cutting through the mix of blue and pink powder.

“I…I might have something for you to change into.” Your voice came out quiet, the sadness in it almost had Carmy moving to wrap his arms around you. He thought better of it though not wanting to overstep any boundaries. He gave a nod, eyes watching as you moved around him, leaving him standing there to follow behind you.

Carmen stood awkwardly in the center of your room as you rummaged around in your closet for something for him to change into. He felt his eyes flitting restlessly around the room, trying to take in all the things that made up this safe space for you. It was odd for him to be standing in such a personal space of yours, the two of you were mending your friendship but he felt out of place standing in your bedroom.

“Here you go.” Carmy looked between you and the green crew neck you held out to him. “You can change in the bathroom, I’ll wash the dirty sweater. There’s uh washcloths in the pantry so you can, you know, clean your face.” You sent Carmen a small smile pushing your hand out a bit more urging him to take the article of clothing from your hand.

Carmy gave you a small smile before retreating into the en-suite, finding the washcloths exactly where you told him they’d be. Gathering the rag and placing the crewneck on the counter he looked at his appearance for a moment, a chuckle leaving him as he thought about how idiotic Richie and Fak were for the whole situation. He turned on the tap, letting the water warm up a bit before dipping the washcloth under the running water and beginning to clean the colorful powder off of his face.

Upon finishing he wrung out the excess water before turning to drop it in the hamper in one corner of the bathroom. His hands moved to undress himself of the now-soiled crewneck he’d initially worn. His eyes landed on the green crewneck you’d offered to him, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that this was his from your time spent in New York. He felt his cheeks warm at the thought of you keeping it all this time after all the bullshit he’d put you through, a small part of him buzzing as he thought about you having a piece of him in the same way he had a piece of you. Carmy quickly shuffled the crewneck over his head, fiddling with it until it set on his torso right, his hand moving up to adjust his chain, tucking the small pendant into his shirt for safekeeping. The soft mixture of lavender and vanilla invaded his senses as he allowed the fabric to hug his body.

He exited the bathroom soiled jumper in his hand, eyes widening as he spotted your now clean figure standing in front of your vanity cleaning any residual powder from your face. It was silly of him to feel so surprised to see you there, it was your bedroom after all. He caught your eye through the mirror you sat in front of, and a shy smile sent your way as your eyes moved across his green-clad chest.

“I uh, thank you for the change of clothes.” He nodded in your direction as a sign of appreciation before he began taking steps to leave the room.

“Wait!” He stopped in his tracks turning quicker than he even realized. “You uh missed a spot.” You sent him a small smile as he watched you take a step in his direction, a tissue in your hand as you raised it to his hairline gently wiping the leftover color off of him.

Carmy watched you in silence, the whole exchange taking less than a minute as you dropped your hand to your side. Confusion marred his features as he watched your eyes take on a glistening sheen, he watched as your eyes darted across his features, a chuckle escaping your lips as you quickly swept a hand across your eyes to dispel the tears.

“Carmy,” his eyes widened as you cut yourself off sniffing. “I…I’m just really glad you’re here.” Carmy let out a sigh of relief, sure that he’d done something wrong to cause your emotional state.

He let out a small laugh, reaching up to mess with his hair, “No, yeah…me too.” He nodded along, the two of you sharing a quiet laugh. “I, uh, also wanted to thank you for uh all your help.”

Carmy smiled as your laugh rang through his ears, “I’m serious,” he let out a small chuckle before continuing. “Do you know how mortified I would’ve been to give Sugar a breast pump?” The two of you fell into a fit of laughter, both of your thoughts most likely straying to the last FaceTime the two of you shared Carmy ringing you up for advice on the best gift to give Natalie and Pete.

“I mean it's technically a practical gift.” Carmy rolled his eyes at the teasing tone in your voice, softly shoulder-checking you as the two of you began exiting your bedroom. “Richie would’ve never let you live it down though.” Carmy smiled as you leaned into him a bit, the two of you dropping your soiled pieces of clothing in the laundry room before continuing down the hallway.

A comfortable silence grew between the two of you, Carmy watched you from the corner of his eye, his whole body feeling warm and full by just being in your presence. The comfort of being next to you is so different from what he was used to he found himself wanting to open up. “You know…I would’ve bet fucking money on Mikey being the first one of us to have a kid.” He let out a small chuckle as the two of you stopped just before entering the living room.

You turned, giving him a small smile, nodding along the more you thought about it, “Gosh, people used to throw themselves at him.” Carmy nodded along to your words, both of you taking a minute to just reminisce on the memories that came with knowing Mikey.

“I used to think I could never do it,” he paused, hand raising to scratch the back of his head in the way he usually did, your confusion urging him to continue his train of thought. “I think…growing up with my family it kind of put me off of having my own you know?” His wide eyes came up to connect with yours.

It was instant the way your posture changed. Carmy watched as the relaxed stance you’d taken on became full of tension, your shoulders drawing taut as you stood a little straighter. His eyebrows furrowed trying to find where things had gone off track.

He watched as you opened your mouth to speak, head turning as you avoided eye contact with him. It was like he could see the thoughts racing in your head as you prepared yourself for whatever words you were about to speak.

The tension in your body was clear, and although Carmy wasn’t sure as to why you became more closed off as each minute passed, he knew he wanted to do whatever he could to remedy it. His hand reached out fingers grazing yours as your eyes shot back to his. “Baby I uh didn’t mean anything by it. I-“

“No, it's uh…it’s understandable.” Your quiet voice interrupted him.

Carmy nodded, eyes trying to reconnect with yours as you focused on something over his shoulder. His fingers began unconsciously intertwining with yours, his mouth opening once more to apologize for overstepping his boundaries.

“Excuse me.” It was a whispered plea but Carmy was so focused on your being he would’ve heard it even if he wasn’t right next to you.

He allowed you to remove your fingers from his, watching silently as you continued your trek to the living room joining the rest of the party. Carmen didn’t mean to upset you and if he had any more common sense when it came to you he probably would’ve kept the thought to himself.

Carmen stayed in his position in the hallway for a moment longer, watching as you easily slipped into the façade of happiness he noticed the moment you’d greeted him upon his arrival. There was a 10-year gap of time missing between the two of you, but he could still read you like the back of his hand. You weren’t the same girl he crushed on in high school and that much was expected given all that you’d been through, but he also wasn’t the oblivious kid he used to be either.

“Is this custom-made?” Laughs went around the living room as Natalie held up the onesie in question with Italian beef sandwiches dotted around it.

Richie held up his hands, a smug smile gracing his lips, shoulders going up in a nonchalant shrug, “I’ve got a t-shirt guy.” He sent a small wink your way as your quiet laugh reached his ears as you thought about the t-shirts he mentioned this morning.

“I kinda like it.” Pete’s admission drew a shocked look from Nat as she returned Richie’s git’s from the bag they came from. “Well thank you, Richie, at least the gifts are practical,” Nat mumbled the last part hoping Richie would be too distracted to catch it.

The gift opening continued with Natalie and Pete thanking everyone for the thoughtful gifts. You watched on from your spot on the armchair of your couch, your heart feeling happy at the genuine love that you could feel around the room.

Natalie’s sharp gasp broke through your haze of thoughts, your eyes finding hers as they spread open a quilt between her and Pete’s hands. “What’s that?” The sound of Syd’s whisper traveled around the group, the only person willing to voice everyone else’s question.

Tina turned to look at her with a sad smile on her face, “A quilt, Baby’s mom used to make them.” It was obvious Syd had more questions as she carefully looked in your direction confused about the sentimental value of it.

“Well, show us the designs.” Richie’s leg bounced up and down in anticipation, the man hounded you while you were making the quilt curious to know what you’d chosen to represent him.

You laughed at his impatience as Pete stood up reversing the quilt to show everyone else, Nat found your eyes, doing her best to hold back the tears filling her eyes. “Will you explain it to us?”

A small nod was the only answer you gave as your eyes darted around the specific designs for every family member. You cleared your throat, readying yourself from the emotions you knew this would bring forth.

“So um…my mom had this tradition of making a quilt every time someone was expecting,” the context felt necessary considering only a few people knew the lore behind quilt giving in your family. “Each square has a different pattern to represent different family members.” You and Nat locked eyes; her quivering smile encouraged you to continue.

A small laugh left you as you started with the first square, “The tuna represents Pete.” The aforementioned man’s boisterous laugh rang through the living room, as his eyes met yours. “And his love for Tuna Casserole.” You felt yourself settling more into your explanation as you watched the realization sink into the faces of those who were there to witness Pete with his infamous Tuna Casserole at Christmas all those years ago.

Your eyes moved on to Natalie’s square a small sigh leaving you. “If anyone deserves to be a mother its Nat,” you had to pause before continuing the explanation of her design watching as her eyes consistently overflowed with tears. “I don’t know it just felt right to give Natalie Mother Nature, she is such a kind and caring person and she always, always put everyone’s needs above her own and its fucking infuriating.” Quiet laughs went around the room at your heartfelt words. “But I love you Natalie you’re my sister, and I’m so thankful that you continue to love me through all my bullshit.”

“The jesters are for Richie. For his constant need to ensure everyone laughs no matter what the situation is. Considering the family this baby is being born into their definitely going to need an uncle like you.” You smiled at Richie hoping he understood just how genuine your words were.

You paused as you finally made your way to Carmy’s designated design eyes unconsciously finding his as you began your explanation. “Carmen is the most creative person I know,” You felt Hayden bristle from his spot behind you, the man moving closer into your space and resting an unwanted hand upon your waist. You cleared your throat, eyes stuck to Carmy, “The palette and paintbrushes are for Carm.”

A pink blush rose to Carmy’s cheeks the longer he listened to you, your eyes never once leaving him through the whole explanation. “In and out of the kitchen, and I know how much being a chef means to you…but I feel like sometimes you forget bits and pieces of yourself in the chaos of the kitchen, and…I don’t know when I think about you I’m just always drawn to the way your mind sees the world.”

Everyone within the group shared a feeling that they were intruding on a private moment. Natalie and Pete with their shared smile at the way you spoke of Carmy, Tiff whispering in Richie’s ear trying to piece together what the piercing stare you and Carmy were sharing meant. Fak whose face made it seem as though his brain was malfunctioning as he slowly put the pieces together. Sydney and Marcus both with wide grins and slow nods as they finally began to understand the depth of the relationship between you and the chef. Ebra, who just like Tiff was confused as he implored answers from Tina who broke her vow of silence toward the man just to explain everything.

And then there was Claire and Hayden.

The blue-green-eyed brunette swiveled her eyes between you and Carmy watching the way he watched you. The chef’s eyes were wide, not in confusion but in what seemed like admiration. He was tuned into your every word, drinking each in like it was the nectar of the Gods. Her eyes moved to you, your eyes just as admiring as Carmy's, a small smile growing on your face the longer you kept talking. What finally gave her the proof she needed was the way you spoke, not to the group no, but directly to Carmen like everyone else in the room was a non-factor and Carmy was the only one deserving of hearing such saccharine words. Claire felt her breath catch, not in jealousy but rather realization her mind quickly thinking back to the night of prom, when she watched Carmen watch you, the same look from all those years ago the one he wore now. It would be a lie for Claire to pretend the realization didn’t sting a bit, but she wasn’t an idiot, her not so subtle advances had been going over Carmy’s head the last couple of times they’d hung out. And she’d caught him one too many times admiring the picture of the two of you in his wallet for it to be a coincidence. An understanding smile graced her lips the longer she listened to your words.

Hayden on the other hand was anything but understanding his jaw clenching every minute you spent eye fucking Carmy in front of all your guests. The hand he put on your waist to distract you doing nothing even when he tried caressing the bit of skin peeking under your cardigan. It was like he was losing you before he even finally got you, he was under the assumption that Carmy was no longer a choice in your mind, but when you proposed the article about his restaurant and even last night when he read your rough draft he realized just how wrong he was. Hayden bristled, fingers digging into your waist a bit the longer you droned on about fucking loser Carmen Berzatto.

“And I think more people deserve to know that side of you.” Your monologue finally ended with eyes full of love as you gazed at Carmy. You would’ve felt ashamed of how obvious you were being with your feelings but after screaming that you were in love with him in the decrepit restaurant, there was no point in lying to yourself and him.

The clearing of a throat behind you and a hand painfully squeezing your waist drew you out of your tunnel vision stare on Carmy, the rest of your living room coming back into focus as you remembered that you were not alone with Carmen. You felt a bit embarrassed that everyone was privy to words meant just for Carmen but there was nothing you could do now and the knowing smiles you were receiving proved that.

“Ahem, the two bears…it’s Koda and Kenai from the kid's movie. They’re for Mikey.” You finally ended your explanation, eyes avoiding the last square that you had zero urge to explain, your heart feeling a bit sad after looking at Mikey’s designated embroidery after finishing it so long ago.

“I think it’s beautiful Baby,” Claire gave you a warm smile before her head swiveled back to the embroidered quilt everyone was admiring. “But who’s the last panel for?” You could see the genuine question in the woman’s eyes as she looked back at you with an encouraging smile on her face as she waited for your explanation.

You gave her a forced smile, eyes moving to the blue flowers surrounded by small bear paw prints. You could see Richie shift uncomfortably out of the corner of your eye, as Nat and Pete’s smiles slowly fell. Tiff stood up a quiet excuse to fold the quilt leaving her lips. Tiff’s gesture didn’t go unappreciated as you gave her a small nod in thanks.

“It was just leftover fabric from a piece I never got to finish.” You sent your old friend a small smile as she nodded in understanding.

You excused yourself for your spot on the couch, the excuse that it was time for some baby shower games quickly leaving your tongue. You could hear small conversations start up as you moved around your house to gather the few games you’d put together. Annoyance began pouring through you as you felt a hand glide along your waist before you were being pulled into someone’s side.

“I’m not sure what gave you the impression I was okay with you touching me so intimately, but could you give it a rest Hayden?” You felt his hand retract as he moved to stand in front of you, hands raising in apology before he began helping you gather the game materials.

He let out a small chuckle leaning into your space a bit, “You just gonna pretend we didn’t kiss last night?” The urge to roll your eyes was immediate, you weren’t sure what changed with Hayden after college but he wasn’t the sweet and kind boy you used to know. And the more you spent time with him since returning to Chicago, the clearer that was becoming.

“Firstly, you're my boss, I don’t have the energy to deal with the hurdles of being intimate with a coworker.” You turned your face up to him, hands now full with the games you’d prepared. “Second you were drunk off your ass last night Hayden. You kissed me.”

Hayden scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest, your words upsetting him. “I know when to stop drinking sweetheart,” the words lit a fuse within you at what they implied. “Don’t tell me your still hung up on that fucking loser out there on your couch.”

It was like you didn’t even know the person standing in front of you. Your eyes searched his face for any sign that he was acting out for any other reason than jealousy.

“That loser on my couch is my friend Hayden, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk about him like that.” The man watched you, eyes narrowing to slits as he took in your words, a look of disgust coming over his face.

“It’s pathetic don’t you think? The way you defend a guy who knows you're not worth committing to.” He let the materials in his hand drop loudly on the table situated between the two of you, you didn’t need to be a genius to realize the loud noise drew the attention of those in the living room waiting for you two.

You opened your mouth to respond the blood pumping in your ears at how irate you were beginning to feel. “Everyone can see how desperate you are. The way you look at him talk about him like he’s some fucking God. But he doesn’t want you Baby and you’re too stupid to realize it.”

The way your heart was thudding in your chest you were sure it was going to escape its confines within your body. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words were quiet but full of venom as you held eye contact with him, your glare daring him to say another word.

A laugh escaped Hayden as he looked down on you, his eyes burning holes into you like if he stared hard enough he’d discover all your secrets. “I can’t believe I pined after you all these years, ruined my marriage because I couldn’t get over the idea of you.”

It was your turn to drop the games in your hands, eyes narrowing as you leaned into his space as much as the table separating you two allowed. “No Hayden, you ruined your marriage because you’re a fucking cunt.” The house was so quiet your words traveled to the nosey group sitting in your living room, Richie’s quiet ‘Oh shit,’ falling on deaf ears as you continued your heated gaze with the man in front of you.

You watched as Hayden’s brow furrowed even more your words causing the rise you were hoping for. His head dropped as he laughed before his hand shot out to grab your chin between his fingers roughly pulling your face closer to his. Richie was up and out of his seat before anyone could stop him. knowing you could handle yourself, but wanting to be prepared just in case.

“Next time you try and fucking kill yourself, make sure you’re successful.” You stood there shocked watching as his smirk widened before he roughly shoved your face away from him, the feet quickly padding across your floor lost on you as you tried to digest the words you’d just been told.

It wasn’t a second later that you saw a fist flying past your face, squarely cracking into Hayden’s nose. There was no time for you to move out of the way before Hayden reacted with his fist connecting with the person who hit him, the force of his hit sending them tumbling into you. You could taste the blood on your tongue as their head slammed into your mouth. It felt like slow motion as you fell to the ground head slamming against hardwood, the perpetrator of the fight landing roughly atop you.

All hell broke loose after that second punch. From your position on the ground, you could see legs moving with a quickness to your side of the house, the body on top of you groaning as they began to sit up, elbow accidentally pressing into your ribs causing you to gasp.

“Shit, sorry.” You groaned, shoving the rest of their weight off of you so you could finally sit up. Your eyes widen as you take in the scene before you.

Richie held Hayden in a headlock, Fak standing around them, hands at the ready to throw a punch if needed. Marcus and Ebra guided Richie to the door carefully to avoid any decorations while Pete kindly held it open waiting to remove the unruly guest.

You felt hands grasping your shoulders, Natalie, Tina, and Tiff stepping into your line of vision as who you assumed to be Claire helped you up, Sydney off to your side awkwardly offering her help to the body beside you.

The sound of the front door slamming and Richie’s victorious guffaw led to silence. You stumbled a bit as Claire adjusted her grip on you, eyes looking around the room at the concerned faces surrounding you, no time for you to get a word out before rough hands gently gripped your face turning you in their direction.

Your eyes widened as you took in the bruise blooming around Carmy’s eye, his wide blue eyes frantically searching your face before landing on your busted lip and the blood around your mouth, you winced as he gently touched the cut.

The surprise on your face was instant as you took in Carmy’s new face accessory before moving your eyes to Richie, the older man was unharmed with a wide smile on his face as he gave you a look that meant ‘I told you so’ before your eyes drifted back to Carmen’s.

“You sucker punched Hayden?” The disbelief in your voice was evident, Carmy letting out a small chuckle that your main concern was who punched Hayden, and his main concern was you.

“Fuck yeah, he did!” Richie’s voice broke through your confusion, you would’ve been shocked by his excitement if you didn’t already know his prior feelings for the man who just this morning you were sure would be understanding of your lack of desire for a more intimate relationship with him. “Yo Cousin, you rocked that motherfucker’s world! Mikey would be proud!”

It was silent as everyone allowed Richie to rejoice in the moment. Your eyes find Carmy’s once more as his hand on your neck begins gently massaging the nape of your neck. What was supposed to be a celebration for two of your favorite people in the world had turned into the world’s worst baby shower, but you couldn’t help the smile you cracked at just how ridiculous this whole event turned out to be. Not even the sting of the cut stretching on your lip stopped the wide grin you couldn’t hide.

Your smile was infectious, something Carmy would gladly admit, even with the streaks of blood decorating your teeth. Carmen found himself smiling as you stood in his embrace laughing, a full belly laugh that he hadn’t been privileged enough to hear in so long. The sound was a catalyst for his chuckles to begin, followed by shocked laughs from everyone else that happened to be in town for the shit show that was your life.

Carmen Berzatto punching another man at Natalie and Pete’s baby shower was definitely not on your 2023 bingo card, but the chaos of it all reminded you of simpler times.

a/n: HERE IS PART 2!!!! please bear with me, i know this chapter is ridiculously silly but i just couldn’t help myself when it came to the dramatics. also hayden’s exit from this series was originally way more calm, but i just needed him out of the picture immediately. i need my losers in love already anyways enjoy! 🤍

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West’s reps did not immediately respond for comment.A post shared by The Shade Room Kardashian and Pete Davidson dated for 9 months before sources close to the couple confirmed their breakup last month. The rocky relationship with Adidas is set to end in 2026 per his contract with the brand. He went on to say that the brand went behind West’s back in hiring, styles and material approaches, as well as the decision of hiring a GM of Yeezy. In a direct message to Complex Magazine on Instagram, Ye said, “adidas made up the Yeezy day idea without my approval then went and brought back older styles without my approval.” West posted to his Instagram in June calling out the “fake Yeezys” released by Adidas. West accused Adidas of making up “Yeezy Day” - a brand-made holiday observed on August 2 - without his consent. In June, the celebrity rapper swiftly posted, and deleted, a photo on Instagram accusing Adidas of ripping off his designs with their release of Adilette 22 slide sandals. The “The Life of Pablo” artist - who originally launched his first Yeezy collection under the Adidas name in 2015 - has shared his discontent with the brand in previous months as well. This isn’t West’s first tiff with the athletic brand. “Let’s see if we can speak to him first Me and Paul McCartney have made a lot of great music I’m cool with the family :).” The rapper made a remark about the Adidas brand’s CCO’s marital connection in the caption as well. Music producer and rapper Swizz Beatz also shared his support of West, posting the ex’d out shoes with a caption reading, “I usually mind my business but this is DEAD WRONG! If we let them do this to it will happen to us also!” West - legally known as Ye - replied, “Praise God Love you.”Īnother slide on the post revealed a product shot of the Yeezy-like shoes released by Adidas with a red “x” over the photo. In a text message screenshot posted separately on both Diddy and West’s Instagram accounts, Diddy told the “Gold Digger” artist, “please can send me something I could post in support of you! I never wear Adidas again for the rest of my life if they don’t make you right!!!!” Kanye West has had an ongoing social media battle with the athletic brand. The “Donda” rapper, 45, has been in a public feud with Adidas and Gap - two companies he had previously signed agreements with to carry his Yeezy brand - accusing them of leaving him out of meetings regarding his products and stealing his designs.įollowing Ye’s public shaming of the brands, Diddy, 52, and rapper/music producer Swizz Beatz, 43, have taken to their social media platforms to show their support of West. Julia Fox is ‘proud’ she ended Kanye West romance over his ‘unresolved issues’ĭiddy and Swizz Beatz have joined the fight with Kanye West against Adidas.

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TIFF 2020: Days 1 & 2

Films: 5 Best Film of the Day(s): One Night in Miami

One Night in Miami…: I guess you could form an argument that basing a film on a pre-existing play would make the feature easier to put together, but that wouldn’t be taking into account the tremendous differences between the mediums, their relative strengths and weaknesses. For her feature debut, the Oscar-winning actress Regina King has cinematically adapted the stage play by Kemp Powers about a fictionalized fateful night amongst four famous Black men in 1964. Those men, Malcolm X (Kingsley Ben-Adir), Jim Brown (Aldis Hodge), Sam Cooke (Leslie Odom Jr.), and Cassius Clay (Eli Goree), are all in town ostensibly to celebrate Clay’s beatdown of Sonny Liston to first become the heavyweight champion of the world at the tender age of 22. But the film puts them all together in Malcolm X’s modest hotel room, watched over by Nation of Islam security men, to spend a night, essentially, debating the merits of what they bring to the struggle for Black equality and economic emancipation, and arguing back and forth about their distinct positions. Here is precisely where many play adaptations falter, without the dramatic friction of a live performance to power the emotional core, such conventions generally fall flat on the screen, but King’s virtuoso acting instincts serve her able cast well, and her work with DP Tami Reiker allows the film to flow, seemingly organically between its few location movements. Working from a skilled script by Powers, the celebrated figures feel three dimensional, which gives even their more didactic diatribes (Malcolm), and pithy rebuttals (Cooke) enough weight to avoid sounding contrived. The cast work wonders on the material, granting a needed organic vibe to their nonfiction characters, echoing the essences without tipping into caricature. It’s a strong debut for King, and the film’s complex ruminations on the responsibility of successful Black people towards their community as a means of bringing attention to the country’s oppression couldn’t be more on point. At one point Clay tells Cooke the four of them will always remain friends, because they are among the few who can possibly understand what it’s like to be “young, Black, famous, righteous, and unapologetic.”

Shiva Baby: Danielle (Rachel Sennott) is in the midst of having a day. Turns out Max (Danny Deferrari), the sugar daddy with whom she has frequently been visiting as part of her regular prostitution gig, is somehow a friend or cousin of the deceased at the same Shiva she has come to attend with her well-meaning, but completely overwhelming parents (Polly Draper and Fred Melamed). If that weren’t enough in Emma Seligman’s spry comedy, Danielle is also horrified to find Maya (Molly Gordon), a successful young woman she’s known for years, and a recent ex, also there. Crammed into the Shiva house, full of cousins and aunts and uncles all kvetching about everyone else, and being physically grabbed and moved about by her mother, Danielle faces this house of horrors, with everyone commenting concernedly on her weight-loss (“You look like Gwyneth Paltrow — on food stamps!” her mother hisses at her), and her lack of job prospects when she graduates, and her parents telling scathingly embarrassing stories about her in front of Max and his shiksa wife (Dianna Argon), whose 18-month-old baby, her mom says is “freakishly pale — and no nose,” with no respite in sight. As a result of this sort of hyper-scrutiny, Danielle goes the only route that makes any sense: Lying to everybody about nearly everything, from her current major (“gender business”), to the many job interviews she has supposedly lined up. She’s just trying to get through the ordeal, one that Seligman, along with a continually spiraling score from Ariel Marx, ratchets up, until, near the end, poor Danielle is in a near fugue state, sweat glistening on her face, and the attendees, shot in unflattering slo-mo, and distorted lenses, take on the sheen of a waking nightmare. At a brisk 77 minutes, the film still doesn’t have quite enough to sustain its running time — at a certain point it begins doubling back on itself — but it’s still a lot of horrific fun, as Seligman expertly captures the absolute loss of agency one can feel, swallowed up in a claustrophobic family gathering, where escape feels futile.

Limbo: If Scotland has a cinematic identity, as such, it seems like the kind of place, desolate and unforgiving, where individuals come to exit regular society and come to a land filled with eccentric loners (stoic and unique in their oddities), in order to get better in touch with their souls. Ben Sharrock’s serio-comedy captures both the pitiless beauty of the land, and the lonely plight of a Syrian immigrant, Omar (Amir El-Masry), waiting with a group of other men from across the Middle East and Africa, on an island off the mainland, for word from the Immigration Office that his bid for political asylum has been accepted. Omar, sweet-faced and approachable, was a musician by trade in his native Syria, and walks around everywhere carrying his precious oud, bequeathed to him by his grandfather, also a musician, even though his right hand is locked in a cast from an unspecified injury. Even without the cast, however, you get the sense that his heart really isn’t into playing, despite the entreaties from Farhad (Vikash Bhai), his Afghani roomie and self-appointed “agent and manager,” who wants him to enter a local music contest. Omar is carrying a significant amount of weight beyond missing his mother’s fragrant home-cooking. Talking to her on the lone payphone on the island, where other immigrants-in-waiting stand in line for a chance to hear from home, she implores him to speak to his older brother, who chose to stay behind in Syria and fight in the Civil War that has plagued the region for years. Omar feels guilty for having left, and suffers from having disappointed his father in the process. It doesn’t help him that the culture he finds himself in seems so foreign to him, despite his speaking flawless English. Sharrock’s brand of deadpan perfectly suits the setting, but as funny as the film can be (when asked in a culture/language class to create a sentence using the “I used to” construction, one immigrant offers “I used to be happy before I came here”), it doesn’t paint a rosy affirmation for Omar and his ilk, stuck as they are, as the title suggests, between countries and lives. Omar’s pain is real, and for every positive step forward he takes, it’s one further away from his family and his beloved home country.

Enemies of the State: Sonia Kennebeck’s challenging and curious documentary seems at first to present a case for its protagonist, Matt DeHart, a young teen hacker interested in social justice, who through his work with Wikileaks runs afoul of the U.S. government, and his beleaguered parents, Paul and Leann, who vigorously defend their only child against the evil forces conspiring against him. Through a series of personal interviews with Paul and Leann, both retired Air Force intelligence officers, who believe their country has turned against them for what Matt had downloaded from his computer into secret thumbdrives shortly before the FBI arrived at their door and confiscated all his equipment, and various lawyers they employed, first to protect Matt from what they claim as utterly bogus child-porn charges, then, after they slip away to Canada in the middle of the night, the lawyers trying to earn them asylum. While in Canada, under close supervision and confined to his parents’ apartment, Matt uses his charms, his hackavist bonafides, and his skill at PR, to generate enough interest in his case to become a digital cause celebe, along the lines of Edward Snowden and Chelsea Manning. Protests are fronted, defense funds gathered, and pressure put on the government to come clean about why they seem so hard-driving against the young man. During a peculiar reenactment set in a Canadian immigration hearing — Kennebeck employs actors who apparently lip sync their lines in perfect time with the actual recorded audio — DeHart describes a harrowing ordeal earlier in the affair, after having moved to Canada to attend college, being abducted by the FBI shortly after crossing the border to renew his Visa, and tortured for days for information related to the material on the thumb-drives. Some documentation seems to corroborate his claims (even Paul and Leann, as fierce supporters as can be, were shocked to see just how ready the FBI were to snatch him), but as the film continues, and we hear more and more from the investigators and prosecuting attorneys about the original child-pornography crimes, it becomes clear that our sympathies are being played with by Kennebeck. By the end, the film itself becomes an indictment of our rapid-assumption culture, in which decisions of guilt and innocence are determined in seconds online and forever after based on the presentation of information before us.

The Way I See It: For non Trumpites, the switchover from eight years of the dignified, intelligent, and measured leadership of Barack Obama, to the perma-tanned tackiness of power-mad, narcissistic bloviating of Donald Trump, was like a double-feature that went from Citizen Kane to Kevin James’ Loudest Farts. One man better than most to measure Obama’s time in office against the subsequent regime is photojournalist Pete Souza, who served as the official White House photographer for both of Obama’s terms, and has gone on to become an outspoken critic of Trump by way of his devastating IG account, in which he juxtaposes stately Obama photos with Trumps scandal-du-jour. Lest you think he’s just another divisively partisan liberal, you have to take into account his previous turn in the White House, as one of the official photographers for Ronald Reagan’s presidency. In fact, Souza’s fly-on-the-wall quality was considered one of his strengths in the oval office. Documentarian Dawn Porter travels with Souza as he makes the media rounds promoting his newest book, Shade, a collection of those IG photos that have earned him millions of social media followers (a sort of companion piece to his previous book Obama: An Intimate Portrait). Hauling from far-off India (where he gets a standing ovation before he even takes the stage), to domestic conferences and speaking engagements, Souza emerges as a man becoming more used to being out from behind his ever-present Canon lens. Through that lens, as he displays to his rapturous audiences, he has taken many hundreds of indelible photos, showing Obama’s various interactions with foreign dignitaries, his council of cabinet members, and his more raucous time with his two daughters (one shot of Obama with his girls making snow angels on the rear lawn during a heavy snow storm remains his computer screensaver, Souza says with pride). As Porter moves from talking heads to public oratories, Souza’s remarkable photos — brilliantly composed, and inspiringly intimate, having been given nearly unlimited access to the president — play throughout, showing us a collection of images that capture the inspiring hope the president inspired and the agonizing rigors of the job he was elected to perform. The film spends little time on his Reagan years, except to note how media and image-savvy the former Hollywood actor and his wife were (Souza professes no political ill-will towards the Reagans, other than noting that while he didn’t always agree with him, he was a genuinely caring man, who at least understood the parameters of leadership). At first, the film trolls Trump by a sort of subtweet level of backhandedness: Without directly naming names, Souza makes it entirely clear who he finds failing in comparison to Obama’s empathetic, engaging deportment, but by the time the film comes around to his notorious IG account, there can be no doubt the subject of his ire. Souza maintains it has less to do with his partisan feelings (his political affiliation is never revealed), and more the way he finds the current president’s undignified manner and total disrespect for the office and the leadership it demands unacceptable. Trumpers will of course take great exception to the portrait the film portrays of the sitting president, but even the most hardcore GOP folks won’t be able to help noting the blatant differences between the loving, genuinely close Obamas; and the preening, viciously competitive Trumps, each trying to outdo the others in acting as their father’s primary sycophant.

In a year of bizarre happenings, and altered realities, TIFF has shifted its gears to a significantly paired down virtual festival. Thus, U.S. film critics are regulated to watching the international offerings from our own living room couches.

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Waste Love: Part Thirteen

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: Smut warning for this chapter!

“What are you staring at?” Tiffany questioned, eyes shifting to him from behind her menu with a smirk.

Returning the same impish grin, he brought his glass of whiskey to his lips as he shrugged at her. After taking a sip he sat the beverage down, crossing his arms on the table as he leaned forward, “The hottest bitch in the fucking planet.”

“Oh, really? Where?” Tiffany teased, sarcastically glancing around the room, “Let’s fuck her.”

“I already did,” Colson shrugged again, winking at Tiffany, “But I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

“Later, player,” she replied, quirking her eyebrow as she turned the page of the menu with a sigh, “You gotta buy me dinner before you get dessert.”

“Spoiled brat.” he sneered as he opened his own menu, eyes moving back and forth over the options as she continued to smirk at him.

“Yup.” She returned, popping the ‘p’ at the end for emphasis, “And if I remember correctly, you’ve had a lot to do with that over the years.”

“Oh, baby, just you wait,” He beamed mischievously, eyes glistening as if a thousand ideas were popping through his head at that moment, “You gonna be spoiled spoiled.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes as she sipped her margarita, the strong tequila making her cheeks rosy as her lip ticked with the hint of a smile, “I will not complain.”

“In fact, you know what? I got an idea for when we leave here.” Colson planned, drumming his fingers across the table and nodding one at her before clasping both palms together, “Yup. Got an idea.”

“Never something I wanna hear come out your fuckin’ mouth,” Tiffany laughed nervously, putting her menu down to eye him suspiciously, “I’m not gonna go to jail again, am I?”

Colson snorted, covering his mouth with his hand that had picked up his glass again, “Uhh...No promises”

She propped her elbow on the table and pointed at him with her long, acrylic nail and opened her mouth to scold him, but was interrupted by the waitress finally approaching their table to take their order.

Tiffany smirked at the blonde teenager, the poor girl obviously knowing who he was as she bumbled over her words. Her hands were shaking as she wrote down his order, and Colson couldn’t help but drink up the attention. He gave her that signature smile of his and she damn near melted, and Tiff had to stop herself from snorting at the girl.

“And what do you want, baby?” Colson queried once he was done telling her what he wanted. He reached across the table and placed his hand over hers, a cheesy smile adorning his face to accompany the display of affection.

Tiffany grinned at the man in front of her before turning to the blonde and gently and politely telling her what she wanted to order.

The girl nodded pertly before they watched her scurry off towards the kitchen, Tiffany’s eyes shifting to Colson as her eyebrow lifted again, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re over dramatic?”

Colson bobbed his head as he sipped his glass, lacing their fingers together with a wink.

They finished their meals and a couple more drinks before he finally pulled her from the restaurant, the cool breeze of September air floating around them as he lead her to their next destination.

“Kelssss, where are we goiiing?” Tiffany whined as he tugged her along by the hand, his long legs making his strides twice the size of hers

“Shopping, duh. I just said I was gonna spoil you.” Colson returned as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“What the fuck? Really?” Tiffany asked, her eyebrows raising quickly in surprise as she chuckled, “Like, are you sugar daddy-ing me right now?”

“Yup,” Colson smiled proudly, swinging their hands back and forth before reeling her into his chest to kiss her, “and you better give daddy some sugar.”

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Tiffany had four new pairs of designer heels waiting to be delivered, as well as a white gold and diamond necklace and bracelet set, and three different sparkly rings that she had put on before the time the spree had ended. Colson’s smile couldn’t help but shine just as brightly as the jewels around her neck as they made their way down the street, the couple headed in the direction of Central Park.

“This is gonna be so fuckin’ great.” Colson beamed, throwing his arm around her shoulders as they walked. Tiffany lit a cigarette with a sigh, shaking her head at the childish adventurism that he constantly projected.

“Where are we going?” She asked once again as she exhaled a plume of smoke, her arm wrapping around his waist.

“One of my favorite places in the city. Came here with Pete the last time I was out.” Colson answered, looking down at her with a smile, “you’re gonna love it, trust me. It’s so fuckin’ dope.”

They stopped and took photos of each other at a few of the different sights, Colson not surprised at all when she pulled her work camera out of her bag to take a few shots of him and the surrounding landscapes.

“You still haven’t turned your phone back on?” He asked curiously, noticing she hadn’t pulled it out at all throughout the night.

“Nope,” she replied, shrugging as she looked at him through the lense before snapping the button, “Haven’t wanted to deal with any of it.”

“That means you haven’t seen my post I made,” Colson pouted, the face earning him getting his picture taken again, “it was sweet and everyone liked it.”

“Do I need to see what you did?” She questioned, cocking her eyebrow at him from the other side of the camera.

“No, No,” Colson answered with a chuckle, shaking his hands in front of him, “just wait until tomorrow.”

Tiffany found herself eyeing him out of the corner of her eye, her lips pursed together as she wondered what he was up to.

“Here it is,” Colson pointed, interrupting her suspicions. He tugged her hand again to make her walk faster, stopping only when they’d reached the huge circle in the middle of the walkway. The gigantic field in the area past it was delicately lit, a peaceful vibration emanating from the entire space.

“Woah,” Tiffany gaped, earning her another prideful smile from Colson at the sight of her happiness, “This place is fucking beautiful.”

They found a spot away from everyone else on the soft grass, and the two of them lay back staring at the night sky while they passed a joint back and forth.

“Thank you for this, Kels.” Tiffany said after a few minutes of silence, moving her hand so he could take the jay from her fingers, “It really means a lot.”

“It means a lot to me that you’re even here, Tiff.” Colson replied, turning his head to look at her, “Laying here with you means more than you’ll ever know.”

He hit the joint deeply, exhaling slowly as the smoke twirled above them and into the heavens. He turned his head back towards her as he passed it back, licking his lips before he continued, “I never thought I would get a chance to be anywhere near you again. When I fucked up, again, I was sure it was done.”

“It was,” She croaked, flicking the ash away from the joint as she fought back the emotions threatening to spill over with his words, “That hurt me more than I’ve ever been hurt, Cols.”

“Then how did you let me back in so easily? That night at the party…” Colson started, but trailed off as he looked away again to take another hit.

“I don’t know, K. Honestly, I don’t. I guess I just can’t stay away from you.” Tiffany chuckled lowly, bringing the roach to her lips for a final drag before tossing it. She rolled over into her side and propped herself up on her elbow, her head resting on her knuckles as she met his eyes, “I love you.”

“You were right, you know. When you said I waste love.” He commented, looking up at her when she put her other hand on his chest on top of his.

“I know.” She nodded, no hint of malice in her voice despite the opportunity.

“I’m not gonna waste you anymore, Tiff. I’m not gonna make you anymore bullshit promises, but just know,” Colson vowed, his eyes misting over and twinkling in the dim light, “You’re it for me.”

Tiffany leaned over and kissed him in response, her tongue instantly tangling with his as he pulled her on top of him. She straddled his hips as their jaws rocked together, his hands instinctively grasping her thighs under her skirt. He moaned against her mouth when he remembered she was bare underneath the flow of fabric covering them, his dick hardening as his fingers dipped into the apex of her thighs.

It was all breathy moans and whispered words as she sunk down on his length right there on the grass, the surrounding foliage and her skirt the only things giving them any sort of privacy. His hands left fingerprints in her flesh as he guided her hips, the feeling of her gripping heat squeezing his dick making him wanton and needy.

“I’mma marry you.” He proclaimed suddenly, his hips bucking up into her as he wound a hand through the waves of her hair, “God damn, I swear, I’mma fuckin’ marry you.”

Their lips met again in a sloppy kiss, his arm not tangled in her tresses wrapping around her waist as he pulled her flush with his chest. He continued to fuck up into her, the friction and angle of his heavy cock stretching mixed with his words making Tiffany’s head swim as she mewled into his mouth.

“You wanna marry me?” He breathed the question, his eyes wild and hopeful as he stared at the beautiful woman once they broke apart. She bit into her lip as she sat up, her eyes rolling and head tilting back as she took him all the way inside her.

Colson lifted his back from the grass to hold himself up by one arm, his other weaving into Tiffany’s violet tangles. Tiffany moaned at the new angle as Colson’s mouth attached to her neck, his fingers pulling her head back again while his teeth found her pulse point.

“Say it, baby.” He whispered against her skin, his tongue laying at the wound as she ground her hips into his, “You know you wanna.”

“Colson,” She whimpered, eyes meeting his as she lifted herself up and plunged back down, “Fuck.”

“Come on, baby,” he breathed, laying back down. He pushed one hand under the fabric of her skirt to find her clit with his thumb, bucking into her while gripping her breast with the other, “Say you’ll marry me, and I’ll let you come.”

“Fuuuuhk.” Tiffany groaned, almost a little too loudly, her body tensing as Colson worked her over, his hard cock hitting deep inside her fluttering walls. She was right on the edge but he was holding back, just enough to keep her right at almost. “Yes, yesyesyes, yes! I’ll marry you.”

Tiffany’s fingers dug into his shirt as his thumb moved in faster circles, his hips tilting just right and hitting the secret spot inside her only he could find. Stars erupted around them and she couldn’t stop the shout that left her lungs, her soaked pussy squeezing his cock as she came over him.

“That’s it girl, come for me,” he hissed, bucking up into her faster as he snaked his hand from her breast to her throat with a squeeze, “Gonna nut in you.”

“No!” She protested unexpectedly, pulling off of him quicky. Colson was about to question what she was doing but the words caught in his throat, the feeling of her mouth wrapping around him making him lose all coherence.

“Holy fuck!” Colson barked, his hand instantly shooting to the back of her head as his come flooded the back of her throat, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Tiffany swallowed every drop he had to give her, wiping her mouth of the salty fluid once he was done. Colson had just finished zipping his pants when a voice was heard on the other side of the brush, the light of a flashlight shining through the leaves.

“What are you two doing over there?”

Colson and Tiffany’s eyes immediately met as the two of them froze. Tiffany was the first one to move, pulling Colson to his feet as she grabbed her bag and darted off as fast as she could. She hadn’t bothered to put her shoes back on so she was barefoot, able to move faster then with them as they both took off.

“Oh shit,” Colson hissed, yanking her by the arm to duck behind a building at the edge of the park. They listened as the guard looked for them, dipping and dodging his beam of light until they were able to get to the exit.

“Where the fuck did you park?” Tiffany heaved, her hands on her knees as she bent forward to gasp for air. She only had a moment to recover before multiple shouts could be heard headed toward them.

“Uhhhh….this way!” Colson guessed, snatching her by the hand again right as the guards came into view.

“You better fuckin’ hope so!” She exclaimed, the two of them running as fast as their legs would carry them in the opposite direction of the cops.

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Waste Love: Part Ten

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: credit for the bomb ass banner is to best friend @coffee-obsessed-writer Masterlist is now in effect and can be found at the bottom before the tags. Drug use warning for this one.

Tiffany regretted letting her boss talk her into this. She weaved through the crowd of people in search of the nearest exit, the large house seeming to never end. Bodies crowded around other bodies and jumped and thumped to the time of the music, the rhythm in Tiffany’s ears echoing loudly as she fought to breath. This wasn’t her scene anymore. Why did she let him talk her into this?

The cool September air was welcoming to Tiffany’s face once she finally found herself outside, the huge backyard much less crowded. She slumped into a lawn chair off in the far corner of the yard and kicked her heels off, letting her toes run through the plush grass. The line of cocaine she did in the bathroom was supposed to help numb her, help her get back to being like how she used to be. Instead, though, it just made her feel more out of place.

She dug around her purse until she found her cigarettes, lighting one from the pack and leaning her head back to stare into the night sky. Smoke coiled and floated around her, the nicotine and other chemicals helping her find her grounding again.

“Tiffany! There you are!” Her boss’ voice called from the patio, the deep rasp of Norman Reedus unmistakable. She turned her head in his direction, shock prickling through her skin at who he was currently dragging her way.

“Tiff! I gotta introduce you to this dude.” Norman said once they’d approached, smile beaming across his face as he brushed his hair out of his eyes.

“No, you don’t, Norm,” Tiffany sighed, looking at the man standing beside Norman up and down unceremoniously as she took another drag from her smoke, “I already know him.”

“Oh?” Norman asked, confusion littering his face as he looked between the two.

Tiffany smiled up at him as she ran her hand through her violet hair, another heavy sigh leaving as she eyed her brother. “How’ve you been, Rook?”

“Been aight.” He brother nodded, his caution wearing on his face as he kept his distance, “Good to see you.”

“How do you two know each other?” Norman questioned, lighting his own smoke as he took in the obvious tension, “Ya’ll date or somethin’?”

Chuckling, Tiffany shook her head as JP made a gagging sound before barking out a laugh, “Nah, bro. That’s my sister.”

“Oh!” Norman gaped, his eyes wide in shock, “What the fuck, you never told me you had a brother.”

“I deny it as much as possible.” Tiffany deadpanned, crushing her cigarette in the nearby ashtray, dread filling her insides. She knew that if her brother was around, then it was only a matter of time before-

“Rook, Rook! There you fucking are!” Colson bellowed as he fell out of the door and scrambled to his feet, a big, goofy smile plastered on his face, “Bro you gotta come see this!”

Tiffany didn’t miss the way her brother took a step in front of her, shielding her from Colson’s view as he held up the joint between his fingers, “I’mma smoke this real quick then I’ll be in there.”

“Oh, what? You got weed!?” Colson guffawed, his stomping footsteps being heard as they came closer, “I wanna smoke.”

Tiffany winced as she felt his presence near her, and she mentally tried to will herself anywhere but where she currently was. She ducked back in her chair to hide behind Norman and Rook, hoping Colson wouldn’t notice her.

She knew better.

“Hey man, Norman. Nice to meet you,” Her boss rasped as he shook Colson’s hand, “Love your work.”

“Thanks, man,” Colson returned, nodding to Norman before pulling his hand away to take the spliff from Rook, “Yours too.”

Colson took a deep drag from the joint before holding it out to Norman, who took a hit himself. Not realizing he was currently acting as a protection barrier, Norman turned around to hand the joint to Tiffany.

Colson’s face instantly fell as his eyes met hers, his mouth gaping open in surprise.

The shaking of Tiffany’s fingers as she took the joint from him was not lost on Norman. Neither was the intense look her and Colson were giving each other. His eyes darted between the two of them for a moment before he took the chance and asked, “So I guess you two know each other too?”

Colson was jared from his trance at the question, his gaze stuttering back and forth for a moment before he let a small smile play on his lips as he nodded, “Yeah. Me and Tiff go back.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you would know people here? You made it seem like I was dragging you into unknown territory or something.” Norman rasped, cocking an eyebrow with an impish grin on his face.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t.” Tiffany quipped, shrugging her shoulders loosely as she looked up at him. She brought the weed to her lips with a deep inhale, willing herself to calm down so she wouldn’t just get up and leave.

“What was it that you wanted to show me, bro?” Rook interjected, sensing his sisters unease.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, uh. I can’t remember now.” Colson blanked, his stare stuck on Tiffany again before he broke away to meet Rook’s eyes, “Pete was lookin’ for us, though.”

“Better go check on him then.” Rook wagered with a chuckle, “You comin, Norm?”

“Yeah, I could use another drink.” Norman replied, glancing down at his empty cup before looking to Tiffany, “You comin, girl?”

“Nah, I’mma stay here for a little bit. I’ll catch up with you later.” Tiffany answered, lighting up another cigarette.

“Alright,” Norman nodded, leaning down to ruffle the top of her hair before kissing her head, “Come find me if you need anything.”

Tiffany smiled back as she watched Norman and Colson walk off, Rook hanging back for a second to speak with her.

“You need to talk to him.” Her brother spoke simply, crouching down beside her chair to look her in the face, “He needs you to talk to him.”

“I thought that was the last thing you wanted.” Tiffany huffed, taking a drag from the smoke while shaking her head.

“Have you listened to the new album?” JP asked, cocking an eyebrow at her, watching as she nodded her head, “Then you should know why he needs you right now.”

“And what about what happened?” Tiffany rebuffed, recoiling away from him to glare, “You’re the reason for all of that.”

“Look, Tiff.” Rook started, sighing deeply as he reached for her free hand, “I love you. You know that. I saw how much that shit hurt you and I didn’t want it to happen again. It wasn’t my place and I’m sorry. I hope you forgive me.”

Tiffany could see the sincerity in her brothers eyes, and no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t stay mad at him.

“I hate you, you know that?” She snorted, looking away to roll her eyes, “Can’t stand your ass.”

“What are little brothers for?” Rook grinned, standing up with a huff and pulling her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, laughing when he did the same and lifted her off the ground, “Now come on, let’s go see what those idiots are up to.”

They made their way through through the sea of people until they found Norman and Colson sitting at the bar in the dining room, Pete pouring a bottle of whiskey into shot glasses from the other side. Tiffany smiled as she gave Pete a side-hug, the man kissing her forehead before she perched herself on a barstool on the other side of Norman.

“So what will it be, Tuffy?” Pete inquired, pulling a smile from Tiff with the use of the nickname, “You gonna drink whiskey with the men or do I need to make you a daiquiri.”

“Tiff can’t keep up with whiskey, ain’t no way.” Norman chuckled, leaning against the bar to face her, “I give her 4 shots before she’s on the floor.”

Norman jerked his head at the sound of Colson and Rook snorting, both of them trying to keep from erupting into laughter. Colson wiped his mouth with the palm of his hand before biting his lip, looking up to the ceiling to try and control himself.

“What?” Norman asked, holding his hands up in question, “I’ll even put money on it.”

“Oh, boy,” Rook laughed, shaking his head as he looked at his sister, “Have you never been drinking with this dude?”

“He’s my boss, so uh, no.” Tiffany answered, shrugging, “My drinking habits have never come up.”

“Habits?” Norman asked, eyebrow raised, “You have drinking habits?”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Pete interrupted, holding his hands out for them to pause, “Don’t let him back down now. He said he’d put money on it.”

“I got a hundred dollars right now that says she can’t.” Norman shrugged, pushing off the edge of the bar to face Pete, “I’ll even go shot for shot with her.”

Pete shot a wink at Tiffany as he lined up the glasses, pouring extra ones for everyone else. Before Norman even had a chance to say ‘go,’ Tiffany reached over and started downing the glasses with ease, Colson and Rook both chanting for her. She finished her four quickly and leaned over Norman to grab Colson’s, her tongue darting out at him playfully before bringing it to her lips.

“Hey!” Colson complained with a laugh, snatching the glass back from her and looking into the emptiness with a pout, “That was mine.”

“I’m sure it’s not impossible for you to get more, Kels,” Tiffany replied with a chuckle, sitting back in her seat and nodding for Pete, “I’ll even take one with you.”

“How the fuck are you even still standing?” Norman gaped, his eyes wide and curious, “I’m not understanding how you’re still standing.”

“Well, you see, Mr. Reedus,” Pete began to explain, silly expression on his face as he refilled the glasses, “Tiffany here can out drink everybody.”

“Everybody?” Norman asked, skeptic.

“Everybody.” The other three men replied in unison, cracking up in giggles afterwards.

Norman then proceeded to take it upon himself to see exactly how much it took for Tiffany to get wasted. It wasn’t something that was going to happen easily, but by the tenth shot, she could feel her body loosen and mind getting wobbly. She looked over to Colson, who seemed to be in about the same state as she was. His eyes met hers as they had a silent conversation, Colson rolling his eyes when she scrunched her nose up at him and wiggled her eyebrows.

“We’ll be right back,” Colson announced, snatching Tiffany’s hand as he walked by her, “Smoke break.”

Tiffany could hear Norman try to speak up as she was tugged away, but when she turned her head back around she saw Rooks arm holding Norman back, shaking his head as he explained they needed their space for a moment.

“Only gonna talk to me for my drugs, huh?” Colson snickered once they were outside and around the corner of the house in the dark shadows.

“Shut up.” Tiffany whined, stumbling slightly as she leaned back into the side of the brick, landing a lot harder than she tried to. Colson snickered again, shaking head as he pulled the baggie of white powder from his pocket.

“You’re a lot drunker than you thought you were, huh?” He teased.

“Shut up and open the stupid baggie.” Tiffany pouted, rolling her eyes.

He did as she was told and she dipped the manicured tip of her pinky nail into the plastic, gathering some in the acrylic crevice before lifting it to her nose. She repeated the step with her other nostril, instantly feeling more functionable than before.

“You need my help?” Tiffany asked, gesturing to the bag with her nail. Colson nodded and she dipped her finger the powder and extended it to him, the man stumbling as he tried to find her nail with his nose.

“Jesus Christ, you’re helpless,” Tiffany snorted as the substance went all over his face, the two of them laughing as Colson tried to keep his balance.

“Fuck you! Keep your fucking finger still.” Colson argued, bright smile beaming across his face as he tried to steady himself.

He ended up having to hold himself up with his hand on the wall by Tiffany’s head, leaning over to her so she could practically shove her finger up his nose.

“I miss this,” Colson confessed, wiping his nose with his hand that wasn’t pressed against the brick after putting the baggie back in his pants.

“Doing drugs with me?” Tiffany chuckled, giving him a wry smile as she shifted her eyes to his.

“Yes,” he shrugged, licking his lips as he looked down at her, “Missed being around you.”

Nodding, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, her head falling to his sternum as she squeezed, “Me too, Cols.”

Colson hesitantly let his arms fall to her sides, the feeling of her against him for the first time in months making him have to swallow back the lump in his throat. He knew what this meant, and he knew what he was going to do to make sure it went perfect this time.

“Love you, Tiff.” He mumbled into her hair as he bent over, his tall frame encasing her. She didn’t hear it, but the fact that she was in front of him for him to even say it to make everything in his life seem a little better.

“Come on,” She said finally, pulling away to smile up at him with the smile he loved most in the world besides his daughter’s, “Let’s go outdrink my boss some more, eh?”

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