#but yeah. this is not as user friendly as i would like. but that's what you get for working with tables. | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

the-marshals-wife · 3 months

Text

New Horizons (Arthur Curry x Reader)

A/N: Requested by @dantes-devil-huntress. I can't believe this is my first Aquaman fic! This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy!

Premise: Trying to figure out his place in the world as the newly crowned king of Atlantis, Arthur meets someone who may just help him find the answers he looking for.

Description: Arthur Curry/Aquaman x Fem!Reader (Human), meet-cute fluff! | Warnings: alcohol, mild language | Setting: AU w/o Mera endgame, before The Lost Kingdom | Word count: 3,468

Edit: here's my Orm Marius x Reader fic for my fellow Orm girlies ;)

Gif credit: user jasonmomoaonline

Imagine Arthur giving you shelter when you're stranded in a storm, and discovering his true identity

Getting stood up for your date had been the worst part of the night, until the moment you got into your car. Instead of the engine turning over and sputtering to half-life like usual, it only stalled.

"You have got to be kidding me," you say, gripping the steering wheel and turning the key until you thought it might snap, "Come on, come on, come ON!"

Throwing open your door, you pop the hood and stumble back out into the chilled night. You mutter curses under your breath as you survey the labyrinth of steel and hoses before you.

"At least nothing's on fire this time," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

You step back and stare at the bucket of bolts the salesman had called "like new." Besides coming to this bar, buying this car was quite possibly your biggest regret. It wasn't quite a lemon, but it wasn't a Rolls either. And most of all, it was all you could afford.

You exhale, glaring up at the flickering light of the bar's neon sign. The last thing you wanted to do after waiting nearly two hours alone like a fool was show your face inside again. You retrieve your phone from your back pocket, just to see the blinking bars in the top corner. No service.

"Wonderful," you groan.

Like a bad joke, thunder rolls in the distance. You look up to see the lightning flashing on the horizon across the bay. The brisk, salt air rises up from the water and cuts right through you.

"Could this night get any better?!" you lament, an angry shriek escaping your lips as you kick the front tire.

"Excuse me, Miss?" a voice from behind interjected.

You jump and turn to see a man approaching, nervous smile on his bearded face. You appraise him wearily: tall, dark, and not at all lacking in style, clad in both leather and jewelry. He looked a sight better than the drunken fishermen you'd observed stumble about the bar, which you concluded was about ninety-percent of the clientele. Even from where he stood, he certainly seemed to smell better.

"Uh, I don't mean to interrupt, but you sound like you might need some help," he offers hesitantly.

Despite your initial scare, something about him puts you at ease.

"Oh, um...yeah, actually" you smile embarrassed, tucking your hair behind your ear, "My stupid car won't start. Again."

"Mind if I take a look?" he asks, pointing.

"Would you? That would be great, honestly," you say, folding your arms against the cold, "I just had it in the shop last week. I have no idea what's wrong now."

He pats the fender as he circles around to the front, "Let's see what's got you all clammed up here, buddy."

"Your guess is as good as mine," you say exasperated, stepping to stand behind him a ways.

He chuckles and pushes up his sleeves, ducking underneath the hood. You take note of the intricate tattoos, realizing this friendly stranger was becoming more interesting by the minute.

"Hmm, nope. Not that," he says, craning his neck, "Not that either."

You bite your lip and sway on your feet, silently praying he could find the source of the problem. Any easy fix was probably too much to hope for, but your fingers stayed mentally crossed nonetheless.

"Ooh, maybe- no, definitely not," he says, followed by a clinking sound, "That should not be there."

"I really appreciate this," you say after a moment, peering over his shoulder, "I can change the wipers and put on a spare if I have to, but that's about the extent of my car expertise."

"No shame in that," he grunts, his voice strained, "Oof, now that might be a problem."

"Did you find something?" you dare to ask.

"These spark plugs are kaput. Like, 'not even a necromancer can bring them back' kind of kaput."

"The guy said they were fine!" you exclaim, "I knew I shouldn't have gone back to that place. Probably just took my money and laughed."

The man finally stands up and winces.

"And your alternator is on its last leg," he says with a grimace, "Even if you could get it to start, I wouldn't go more than five miles in this thing."

"Great. That's just wonderful," you sigh, shaking your head, "Well, thank you for looking. It'd have taken me forever to figure that out. Google only goes so far."

"No problem, wish I had better news for ya," he says, wiping his grease-tinged hands on his jeans before extending one towards you, "I'm Arthur, by the way."

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Arthur."

"Nice to meet you too."

Despite your frustration, you couldn't help but grin. As Good Samaritans go, he was quite a handsome one. Something in the back of your mind whispered that you had seen his face before, but you couldn't place when or where.

Before you could speak again, a bolt of lightning strikes just across the harbor, followed swiftly by a crash of thunder.

Arthur looks off to the darkened horizon, his expression souring with concern.

"Storm's coming in fast," he observes, the sea breeze blowing through his long, sun-kissed hair, "Do you have someone you can call to come pick you up?"

He turn back to you, and only now do you notice just how rich and golden eyes his eyes are. For a few dizzied seconds, you forget to answer.

"Uh, not really. I'm pretty new to the area. I don't know very many people," you reply, feeling shy all of a sudden, "I can just call a Uber or something. If my service ever picks up."

"Yeah, definitely," he nods, clearing his throat, "They have a phone inside."

"Thank you again for helping me, Arthur," you say, starting to walk towards the door.

"I didn't really help, though..." he trails off, disappointment in his voice as you step past him.

Your hand is almost on the handle when he pipes up.

"Uh, look I know you don't know me, but my dad's place is just down the road from here. He's the lighthouse keeper. Him and my mom are actually away on little retreat, and I'm watching the place for them," he explains, "It's dry, warm, and definitely has a lot less drunk guys. You could wait there while the storm passes, if you wanted."

You turn back to him, trying to conceal your renewed hope, "I couldn't impose on you like that."

"Oh you wouldn't be. It's just me and the dog. He's probably getting sick of me at this point. He could use a visitor," he chuckles, "But I understand if you'd rather stay here. Strange guy at a bar invites you to a lighthouse on a dark and stormy night. Sounds like a horror movie, I know."

You laugh, and so does he, bringing some much needed levity.

"I'll bring you right back if you change your mind, just say the word," he adds, sounding truly sincere.

Almost everything in you was saying not to trust a man you'd just met, but your gut was telling you otherwise. There was more to the warmth in his eyes than just the color.

"Well, it does sound like the dog could use some company," you say thoughtfully.

Arthur smirks. "Oh yeah. There's been a Hell's Kitchen marathon on for days, and I'm pretty sure he's sick of listening to my Gordon Ramsay impression. I can't resist, love that guy."

"I might have to hear that for myself."

"Let's get you out of this weather, and we'll see what I can do about that, then," he says with a wink, "My ride is just over here."

Not even the chilled wind could overcome the warmth of your cheeks. The excitement in your chest grows with every step as you follow him across the sandy lot. The ride in question, however, soon comes into view, and the knot in your stomach tightens all the more.

"Oh boy," you say, staring at the motorcycle.

"You're not scared of bikes are you?" he questions, stepping alongside it and reaching into the black saddlebag.

"Not exactly," you hesitate, "I've just never been on one before."

He pulls out a red, half helmet and offers it to you.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall off," he replies, amused.

You look between him and the headgear a moment before taking it.

"Besides," he says, swinging his leg over the seat, "All you have to do is hang on."

With no argument to make, and rain drops beginning to sprinkle down, you pull your hair back and fasten the helmet on. You nearly lose your balance trying to throw your leg over, having to grab his shoulder to steady yourself. He didn't seem to mind; you could have sworn you heard him snicker. You settle into the seat, heart racing from being so close to him. More anxious than ever, you lightly place your hands on his back.

"All good back there?" Arthur asks, a smile in his voice.

"All good," you repeat, unconvincingly.

"Alright then," he says, turning the key.

Seconds later, the motorcycle roars to life as he revs the engine. Arthur eases the bike back slowly, pivots out of the lot, and eases it up to the main road. The instant he accelerates, the force kicks you backward. You throw your arms around his torso, pulling yourself against him. Over the noise of the machine, you weren't sure if the rumbling in your ear that followed was thunder or laughter, but you figured was the latter.

With the bar now behind you, and the rain coming down harder with the increasing speed, you bury your face into his back and hold on tightly.

♆

The lighthouse comes into view just as the skies open up. Arthur maneuvers the bike up the slippery, sand driveway and quickly shuts it off. He gives you his hand as you climb off and leads you toward the house.

The helmet offers some protection from the downpour, but the wind blows the spray into your face as you squint to see. Lightning above illuminates the world like daylight as you scramble up onto the porch.

Arthur throws the front door open and lets you in first as you stumble inside the dark house. You take a few blind steps forward as he slams it shut behind him, thunder making the windows rattle.

"Man, someone must have really pissed off Thor," he laughs. His relief, however, is turned to exasperation as you hear a clicking sound followed by a sigh.

"Power's out. Awesome."

Still trying to catch your breath, you pull out your phone, struggling with wet fingers to use touchscreen. Finally the flashlight turns on, and Arthur throws his hand up over his eyes as you accidentally shine it right at his face.

"Sorry," you pant, pointing it down.

"No worries. That's a good idea, actually. I always forget about this thing," he remarks, grabbing his own phone and doing the same, "One second, I think Pops has some candles in the kitchen."

You nod as he disappears into the next room. Now remembering the dripping helmet on your head, you release the strap with your free hand and set it down on the mat beside the door. A shiver goes through you from your soaked clothes. You point your phone about the shadowy room to get your bearings, admiring the otherwise cozy living area. As you sweep the light downward, something large and metallic glints on the coffee table in front of the sofa and catches your eye. You move closer to get a better look, and then your heart drops to your feet. Lying beside a bag of jerky and the TV remote is a massive, gleaming trident of gold. A memory flashes through your mind of an article you'd seen weeks ago, with a fuzzy photo of an alleged aquatic hero holding a weapon just like it. The pieces come together all at once as you realize the identity of your host.

The very next second, you hear Arthur's approach. He returns with a lit candle in each hand and a blanket under his arm, only to find your expression of complete and utter shock.

"You...you're..." you stammer.

"Oof, I knew I forgot to put something away," he cringes, "My bad."

"You're the Aquaman," you gape, finding the words.

"Surprise," he says in a sing-song voice, flashing a nervous smile, "Yeah, I never really know how to bring that up.

You stare at him dumbfounded as he places the candles on the coffee table. "I can't believe it. Aren't you supposed to be like...well, in Atlantis or something?"

"I was, earlier this morning. Just about died of boredom in council meetings," he says matter-of-factly, proceeding to talk as if he had a desk job, "I'm kinda part-timing right now, between land and sea. It's complicated. I'm still new to the whole 'king' thing. Don't have all the kinks worked out yet."

"I'd imagine," you breathe, your mind still reeling.

"Here, figured you need this." He holds out the blanket, completely unphased by the previous subject, "Do you drink tea? I can make some for you."

You take the blanket and chuckle in bewilderment. "Um, sure. That would be great," you answer, "Thank you."

"One tea coming up," he smiles, "Uh, just make yourself comfortable, I'll get the fire going here a minute, after I find the dog. Pretty sure he's hiding under Pops' bed upstairs. He's terrified of storms. Ironic right? Lighthouse keeper's dog afraid of a little water."

"I don't blame him this time," you say, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, "I think you were right about Thor."

As if on cue, another boom of thunder shakes the walls. You both burst out laughing.

♆

A few minutes later, you find yourself sitting on the floor in front of a roaring fire with a warm mug in your hands, finally beginning to feel dry. Having been unsuccessful in coaxing the dog into joining him downstairs, Arthur settles down beside you crossed-legged, damp hair tied up, trading the tea for a can of Guinness. Your thoughts rage like the storm outside as you stare into the flames, agonizing about what you should say.

Arthur speaks a moment later, saving you the trouble.

"Sorry about the power. I'll call you that cab as soon as it comes back."

"That's okay, I'm not in a hurry," you reply.

You look over at him hopefully, meeting his piercing gaze for as long as you can. Mere seconds pass before you bow your head, heart racing while you repress a smile.

"I'm uh, sure you've got some questions about all this," he ventures, rubbing the back of his head.

"Honestly, with the night I've had, meeting 'Aquaman' is par for the course," you smirk.

"I didn't mean to spring it on you like that. I guess you can understand why I don't lead with the whole King of Atlantis thing. Kinda makes it hard to keep a conversation going once people know you 'can talk to fish.' They don't really see you the same after that."

"Yeah, I think I'd probably keep that to myself too," you agree, the awe returning full-force, "Still, it must be amazing. I mean, you're basically ruler of the ocean, right? Or is it just Atlantis?"

"Eh, I mean there's the other kingdoms-"

"There's more?!" you blurt out, wide-eyed.

"Oh yeah. Xebel, the Fishermen, the Brine, a couple of defunct ones no one wants talks about. We got a few."

"And you're the ruler over all of them?"

He shrugs. "More or less. I mean, they each have their own ruler. But then I'm also over them? Kinda? I'm still figuring crap out, they didn't exactly give me a rule book on my first day. Plus I have answer to this royal council and they've got sticks up their butts about everything I do and say," he groans, rolling his eyes, "I like to consider myself more of a 'protector of the deep' than a ruler. Sounds more cool, and less like an old fart with a crown."

You giggle, hanging on every his every word.

"And with this bad boy right here," he says, reaching behind him and patting the trident, "I command all life in the sea. The animals anyway. Between you and me, that's the best part."

"You definitely have a cooler job than me," you beam.

"It definitely has its perks. But most of the time, I'd rather be here," he sighs, punctuated by a swig of his beer.

A visible sadness washes over him as he looks into the fire.

"You aren't from Atlantis?" you question.

"No, I was raised by my father. My parents met on accident. My mother was queen of Atlantis, and she ran away from her not-so-nice guy fiancé. She got lost in a storm, and my father rescued her. They've always said it was..."

Arthur stops and turns his gaze towards you, realization in his eyes.

Your heart skips as you understand. "Fate?"

He nods thoughtfully. "Something like that."

You blink, letting him go on.

"Anyway, I know I have a calling to the sea, but the land is always going to be a part of me, you know?" His expression softens. "Here, I've always found everything I need."

His words linger in the air between you. You look down at your hands, your chest pounding.

He clears his throat. "Sorry, I know that was a lot of info."

"Just a little bit," you reply teasingly, "But your secret's safe with me, Arthur. I promise. I've got no one to tell anyway."

"Don't worry, I trust you," he says, waving his hand, "It's actually nice to have someone else to share it with."

"I'm honored that you did. I know it's not the same, but I do understand what it's like to feel that you don't belong," you confess, "I didn't fit in my 'kind' either. Moved out here to start over. I guess you could say I'm still trying to figure some crap out too."

He pauses in thought second before responding, "Do you mind if I ask you something, Y/N?"

"After everything I've asked you? I'd say it's definitely your turn," you chuckle, taking a sip of your forgotten tea.

"I saw you at the bar before you went outside. I couldn't help but notice that you were there by yourself..."

"You noticed correctly. I was supposed to meet someone for a date, but after saying he was on his way, he never showed. I tried to text him, but he blocked me. I don't even know why."

"Nothing like being stood up at some backwater bar," he concludes, frowning, "Well, screw that guy. He's a bum."

"Yeah, I figured that out too late," you agree, then give him a knowing look, "The evening wasn't a total loss. I did meet you, after all."

"That's true," he concedes, playfully stroking his beard, "I may be a half-breed rookie king, but I'm not a bum."

You snort and gesture to the television set on your right, "So much for your marathon though, huh?"

"Ah, that's alright. They were all re-runs anyway."

You raise your eyebrow. "Think I could still hear that impression?"

He holds a finger to his chin in mock deliberation, "Hmmm, have I had enough to drink for that?

"I don't know, have you?" You lean in with anticipation.

He flashes a sly grin. "Of course I bloody have," he declares in the most hackneyed attempt at a British accent you'd ever heard, "And you better listen up, because I'm about to tell you everything there is to know about how to cook a bloody good flounder."

Your sides ache with laughter as he continues to go on a tangent about how to properly sauté shallots and season the perfect demi-glace. The voice sounded nothing like the infamously tempermental chef, of course, but you still thought his attempt was cute. By the time he was yelling at his invisible staff for serving him raw fish, the storm outside had passed, and neither of you noticed.

As Arthur went to light the stove to warm up some "gourmet" SpaghettiOs, still boisterously carrying on as Chef Ramsay, your excited thoughts returned to the story about his parents. You couldn't help but wonder about your own stormy night, the man you had met, and how much of a hand fate had played in it. The horizon seemed so much brighter than before, and for the first time ever, you were grateful to have bought that car.

#arthur curry x reader #aquaman x reader #aquaman imagine #arthur curry imagine #aquaman and the lost kingdom #jason momoa #arthur curry #aquaman 2 #aquaman fanfic #my writing #request

177 notes · View notes

ao3commentoftheday · 5 months

Note

Hello there! This question isn’t so much about popularity as it is about feeling lonely in fandom spaces. I’m in a relatively small fandom where it’s easy to “run into” the same users who write fanfic and draw fanart a lot. Over the years I’ve tried doing all the usual things to make fandom friends, like commenting a LOT on fanfic when new works are posted, being friendly in my author’s notes, being friendly on tumblr, complimenting artists works and reblogging and just generally trying to share the love so to speak.

People will reblog my art on here, but on AO3 I tend to get crickets on most of my stuff. Especially on fics for my OTP. My OTP is notttt popular in the fandom. It’s actually a lot of people’s NOTP because it “takes away” from the canon couple. I’ve accepted a long time ago that I’m going to get less readers because of the shipping stuff alone. But even on my works that aren’t shipping focused at all, it’s just crickets.

It just kinda sucks to try so hard to make fandom buddies and see them all having fun together and constantly feel like the kid sitting alone in the corner. I keep wondering if people in the fandom don’t like my fics just because of the shipping thing because I know I’m not a bad writer. But like I said, I’ve tried reaching out to people, be encouraging and show joy at what they create, but I just keep wondering what I’m doing wrong to make fellow fans not want to be friends with me. I’ve been focusing on just doing my own thing but yeah, it sucks not having anybody to fangirl with.

First of all anon, *hugs*. Being lonely sucks, and I'm sorry to hear you're in that situation.

When it comes to the other folks in your fandom, I don't think it's necessarily that they don't want to be friends with you. I think you might just need to do a little extra legwork to get in the friendship door.

It's not really fair, but it is kind of human nature, that if there is a perceived difference with someone else, we tend to keep them at a bit of a distance. It doesn't mean we dislike them! It just means that it takes more effort for us to get past that difference and see them as a friend. The more we do it, of course, the easier it gets and you might not even notice the hiccup anymore - in person.

You're probably in the "acquaintance zone," if you'll allow me to use the phrase. People probably have a generally positive impression of you because you're nice and you're friendly and you're encouraging. But if most of their conversations are happening in a ship-centric venue, for example, then you're not going to have access to the full spectrum of community with them.

You mention that other folks see your OTP as a NOTP. Do you feel the same way in reverse? They might assume that you do, and that's what's keeping you out of those convos. If you actually don't mind their ship and simply prefer your own, you could always attempt to make a foray in that direction? Let them know you don't mind being exposed to their shipping talk?

Another thing you could try would be to identify the multishippers. In my experience, those are the folks who are most open to befriending folks who don't ship the main pairing. They can see possibilities all over the place, and they're happy to be exposed to new ideas.

Small fandoms can be rough when you're into a niche part of it ❤️ Let's see how others handle your situation.

You can also find this question and answer on Dreamwidth.

#asks and answers

207 notes · View notes

just-jordie-things · 11 months

Note

58 with Gojo because this is something I can see happening and he’s so Afafsghshe!!!

i feel u girlie bc aehehemhmhmeheahehehe 58: Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed ___

as much as you wanted to make things work out, they probably weren't going to.

you weren't just living two different lives. you were living in two different universes. i mean, this was the gojo satoru you were talking about. he was the respected, revered. he was being nobility, beyond royalty, he rivaled gods with his stature, with his power. throughout the heavens and earth, he alone was the honored one. gojo satoru was a force stronger than anything known to man. his existence alone scared curses and curse users alike into hiding. in some ways he was the boogey man, the mere mention of his name was enough to scare the shadows back to where they belonged. in some ways he was superman, those who praised him did so highly, and loudly.

and you were, well...

you were a nobody.

you loved your life nonetheless, you'd never thought of yourself as lesser than, or pitiful. you were happy to teach at jujutsu tech after graduating. sure, becoming a sorcerer was your classmates' dreams, and sure, you would've loved that life, but it simply wasn't for you.

heavenly restriction was cruel like that.

but you learned of your passion to teach, and you ran with it. your students adored you, and you returned the feeling. you cared about every student that passed through your classroom, you ensure that each and every one of their futures would be bright, no matter the path they took. it took time to become so in tune with each and every one of their personalities and learning styles, but as you always did, you worked hard, and earned their respect.

you'd known gojo satoru for a long time. for most of that time you'd been friendly acquaintances, as you were a year behind him when you were till in school and you didn't cross paths often. but after taking a job at jujutsu tech once you'd graduated again, it was as though he made it his personal mission to be close to you.

at first you weren't sure what he'd sought out in you, what his form companionship looked like, and you'd been wary. you'd heard the rumors and you weren't exactly looking to become one of them, no matter how charming he was or how pretty those eyes were. but it didn't take long for you to realize he wasn't looking for another hookup- which he could have found anywhere.

gojo satoru was deeply lonesome.

after a few shared lunch breaks, or after school grading sessions, you'd come to learn that what he needed more than anything was someone he could trust. and he must have grown on you quickly, because you'd happily taken on the challenge.

maybe too well, as you'd found yourself in a number of compromising positions. but you always swore each one was the last, and that you and satoru were to remain friends for your companionship to work.

if you began to catch feelings for him, what would possibly happen when things inevitably didn't work out? he would be alone again. and you couldn't have that. he was too good of a person to be abandoned again. and you refused to abandon him.

so when he asked you to go to dinner with him on a more-than-friendly date while he'd been walking you home, you felt as though you could cry turning him down.

"you don't think it's a good idea?" he repeats with an amused upward quirk of his lips. "what does that even mean? of course it's a good idea"

you have to smile at how light-hearted he was, but you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

"satoru, we said we'd just stay friends" you remind him softly.

"yeah, and we've said that, like, a gajillion times," he reminds you. "i don't think it's working"

he has his sunglasses on today, a good choice because it's unusually sunny for an autumn afternoon. also a good choice because you rather liked how pretty and soft his hair looked when it fell naturally. your thoughts always wandered to how delicate it would feel if you grazed your fingers through the silky white strands.

"it works if we're trying to make it work" you hum thoughtfully, hoping he would understand.

he had in the past, in fact, he would relentlessly agree that it was best if you kept your relationship platonic. even when you were sliding out of his bed with a blanket held around you as you looked for your own clothes in the mess of garments abandoned on the floor. so you weren't sure what changed his mind now.

quite frankly, satoru wasn't sure why he'd decided to bring this up now either. he'd known for some time that there was no one on this planet that was going to live up to you. he'd known that you were more than his best friend, you had become his confidant, his most trusted ally, and the comfort and friendship you'd provided him seemed so small when he'd admire everything else you brought to the table.

you were unbelievably witty, always keeping up with his quick banter and sarcastic remarks. you were more than capable as your teacher, your years of caring for your students making you warm, and good at reading people, too. you could spot emotion in the eyes of a stranger at first glance. you had certainly mastered the ability of narrowing down exactly how satoru was feeling, even when he was trying to hide it. your kindness seemed to stem from your heart, soften your smile, and soften anyone who got close enough to you.

satoru himself had felt the effect you had, and while it made him curious at first, he knew now exactly why it was he'd become so drawn to you, seeking you out for lunch, coffee, help with grading assignments, or whatever the excuse may have been.

your friendship was very much appreciated, and he tried to tell you so in a lot of ways. but no amount of gifts, or walking you home- even though you were a grown adult that didn't need supervision- would ever measure up to the real reason.

he'd fallen in love with you.

slowly, surely, and completely.

"i don't want to try to make it work," he tells you. his honesty nearly has you choking on air. "it's not going to work" he shrugs.

you open your mouth to say something, trying to find the right words to kindly remind him why staying friends didn't have to be a punishment, that it was okay to keep your relationship platonic, but when you turn to look at him, your heart cracks just a little more.

truth was, it killed you. your feelings for him had become so strong that they nearly swallowed you up whole. you were so lost in everything that was him that it was hard to bring yourself back to reality.

two different worlds, you told yourself. you need to be there for him, and you can't do that if you let these pesky feelings get in the way.

"satoru..." you say softly, your walking coming to a stop as you reach the end of your driveway.

he waits, because he's been patient for this long, he can grant you a few moments to collect your thoughts now. he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and he stands and waits with you with a smile on his face.

even though he knows you're trying to find the right way to decline his offer, he can't help but smile at you. you've always been the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and no matter how often he finds his gaze on you, your allure never dimmed.

even as your lips began to pull into a frown.

"it's not a good idea," you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper. you wish you didn't have to say these things. "i... i don't think things should change"

"nothing's changing" satoru shrugs, all too casually. you almost laugh.

"everything would change," you say through a breathless chuckle. "come on, i'll make you some tea and we can talk about something else"

you jerk your head in the direction of your house, and satoru follows you to the door with every intention of not talking about something else. although you must anticipate this, because you shoot him a look while he watches you unlock your door.

"you're staring" you comment before opening it, and stepping inside before him.

"you're pretty," he mocks your tone, and the compliment is enough to fluster you, and has you ducking your head to avoid his gaze. "I like staring at you. it's my favorite thing to do. pro'lly cause you're the most beautiful person i've ever seen"

"satoru..." you huff, and he grins as you fail to scold him for complimenting you.

you tilt your head at him like you're a disappointed parent, and all he can do is smile back at you. cheeky. coy. you hate that his gaze has your heart melting and your brain cloudy.

"being friends isn't going to work, sweetheart," he tells you, before pushing his sunglasses on top of his head.

an act he does on purpose, to allure you, for sure. lure you to you death, maybe.

"do you really want to keep running in this circle forever?" he asks, closing some of the space between you.

you should have half a mind to take a step back.

you don't.

"maybe" you mumble back, your eyes locked on his, trying to read him, most likely.

"why?" he furrows his brow. "don't tell me you're afraid"

his lips tilt into a smirk and you find your eyes lingering on them for a few seconds too long.

"i'm not afraid," you answer, and it's not a complete lie. "but i know what will happen and i- i don't want it to happen"

satoru chuckles, and you find him so odd for being able to smile and laugh while you continue to reject him. he takes another step forward, close enough now that your breath is catching in your throat.

you could step back, and put the distance between you again.

you don't.

his hands reach out to you, they lay gently around your jaw, his left thumb rubbing smoothly over your skin. you remain in place, with your eyes on his.

"and how could you possibly predict what will happen, hm?" he muses.

he's comforting you, you realize. he's trying to do what you've always done for him. soothed you into understanding you weren't making a mistake.

"you can't," he answers for you. "but i can't keep doing this, (y/n). and i know you can't either"

you swallow the lump in your throat. had you really been so transparent?

"satoru, it's not that i don't...." you begin to shake your head, but you find the warmth of his palm on your cheek to be so comforting that you can't help but lean a little further into it.

"i'm in love with you,"

he murmurs those words in the front hallway of your home, soft and true as they're meant to be shared. the confession has your eyes widening as they continue to search his, just to be sure he meant them. his gaze softens, confirming his truthfulness.

"and that's not going to change," he continues after a pregnant pause. "no amount of trying to be your friend is ever going to make me not crave more,"

you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth to keep it from quivering.

"i'm still going to want you, all of you, and i always will"

you're struggling to hide your emotions, in fact satoru can almost watch your entire thought process as you seal your lips together tightly, and your brows furrow into a knot that tells him your feelings are complicated.

still, he remains patient with you, as one of his hands glides over your cheek, his thumb falling to pull your lip from between your teeth.

"tell me what's scaring you, sweetheart," he murmurs. "let me make it all better, yeah?"

and you fold.

you give in so completely that tears spring in your eyes and your words are falling from your lips before you can filter a single one of them.

"i- i love you, satoru," you're whispering but it's a start and an admission that has him feeling a bit relieved. "i've been in love with you for, the whole time, maybe, i'm not sure, but i know it's true and i've tried- god, I've tried to get over it, truly, but i just- i just can't,"

his smile stretches so much his teeth are on display, and he's loving every stammered word that your voice relays to him.

"you're impossible, you're insufferable," you breathe out, before shaking your head in his hands. "and no matter how hard i try i can't not love you"

before you get the chance to say anything further, he's slamming his lips to yours.

you could back away, tell him that it still wasn't a good idea to put your friendship at stake, and pretend that none of this ever happened.

you don't.

you gasp for air between kisses, and when his hold on your jaw becomes firmer before sliding his hands into your hair, you let out a small cry.

maybe it's the huge emotions you've been carrying all this time finally overcoming you, maybe it's the relief that he feels the same and you had a chance at being happy together, you're not sure, but your throat is burning and your teary eyes begin to make his cheeks wet, too.

"it's okay," he murmurs against your lips, his fingers petting through your hair before meeting your face again to wipe your cheeks. "it's okay, sweetheart, everything will be alright,"

your eyes flutter open to see he's already staring at you, lovingly wiping every tear that falls from your eyes.

"you've got nothing to worry about, my love," he whispers so gently that you're leaning into him again, craving more, more affection, more warmth, more of him. "nothing bad is ever going to happen to us," he assures you like he knows your deepest darkest fear. "i'll make sure of it. i'm the strongest,"

your teary eyes flicker between his while your lips gravitate towards his again.

"i love you so much," he murmurs before softly pecking your lips again. "nothing could every take that away. alright?"

you nod back at him, shaky, but not unsure.

and then you're leaning on the tips of your toes to kiss him again. your arms wrap around his neck to make sure he doesn't pull away before you're content, and he does you one better by dropping his own hands to your waist, sliding them around until he yanks you upwards just enough to make you jump into his hold.

"i'm all yours" he mumbles into your mouth at the brief pause in your kiss that it took for him to get his hands situated under your thighs.

"and i'm yours" you repeat, staring into his eyes lovingly before giving into temptation again and slamming your lips against his.

your hands wind into his hair, fingers combing and tugging through the strands gently while satoru cautiously makes the steps into your house.

"shoes-!" you squeak between a kiss, and he knows you'll fuss if he says to forget the stupid shoes in his house so he tries to take his off while he carries you, although he stumbles a bit and has to push you against the wall to help support you as he kicks off the offending attire.

he makes quick work at dragging slow kisses over your throat as it takes him a minute to get his shoes off and kicked towards your door. they're loud as they hit the door and clatter to the ground, but you seem at ease knowing he won't be tracking any dirt or dust through your clean house.

once the shoes are taken care of his mouth is on yours again, hot and demanding, his hands tighten on your legs as you're lifted off the wall again and he's back to blindly trying to get you both somewhere- anywhere- neither of you care where it is you wind up.

but you're starting to drive all of his senses crazy as one of your hands grips the nape of his neck and the other can't settle on playing with his hair or grabbing the material of his shirt. he bumps into a shelf and knocks down the few decorative items you had there.

normally you'd be worried about the mess, but it didn't sound like anything broke, so you didn't spend a second worrying about anything except shoving his jacket down his arms. although every few seconds you couldn't help but kiss him again, so it took a minute for your focus to stay on track and get the jacket thrown to the floor. as soon as you're satisfied again, your arms are wound around his neck and your lips are relentless.

satoru blindly tries to make his way to the stairs where your bedroom is, but you shake your head, breaking your kiss much to his dismay- which is evident in the way he pouts and his lips chases yours.

"you'll drop me on those stairs," you say through labored breaths. "just go to the couch"

"i'll do you one better" he grins, and in a blink you're both standing in your bedroom, and you don't feel the usual dizzying effect of his teleporting seeing as he has your mind is foggy enough. you giggle with delight before grabbing his collar and yanking him back in to continue where you'd left off.

"not friends" you say decidedly before giving him a sweet kiss.

he chuckles into it, pulling away only to drop you both onto your feathery duvet.

"oh sweetheart, we never were" ___

a/n: this is too long for a drabble I got quite carried away with this one omfg

xoxo ~ jordie

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #satoru brainrot #satoru x reader #satoru #gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

543 notes · View notes

lixxpix · 3 months

Text

happiness looks good on you- lee felix

summary: you love felix, but he doesn't love you back.

warnings: sad ending, angst!

author's notes: hi everyone<3 this is my first fic, kinda wrote this at like 3am on a whim instead of sleeping but like😭 idk why i made this so sad (is this a sign im depressed or something) but hope u enjoy!! please to comment ur user if u want to be tagged in this or my future posts<3

"happiness looks good on you."

raging storms and unshed tears.

"happiness looks good on you."

heartbreak and rainy days.

"hurry up lix, we're going to be late," you complained, brow furrowed as you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout.

"if you really want to go to school that early just walk there yourself." felix taunted, knowing you were scared to walk alone. he was your long-term best friend, inseparable since kindergarten 'til today.

the two of you argued and bickered on the way to school, throwing insults at each other. by the time the both of you had gotten to school, you were both given a scolding and told to sit down. you glared at him as you were being scolded while he just snickered.

the audacity of this man, honestly .

by the time class had finished, you had cooled down, just like felix knew you would. otherwise, he could just stick out his bottom lip while you huffed and pretended to be mad.

"y/n!" he gasped, clutching at your arm, "areum just looked at me!"

he squealed, like a little kid at the toy shop, over his long time crush.

if only you looked at me in that way.

because i do.

"nah, she probably was just looking at someone else." you lied through your teeth, feeling your heart sink.

"hey, stop being mean!! she clearly looked at me," he pouted.

you sighed.

i've loved you for years and you've never noticed.

"well just confess to her already then."

it was painful watching your own crush and best friend fall for someone else, someone that wasn't you.

you wished, rather selfishly, that areum would reject him. then you could be the shoulder he would cry on. not her. but honestly, you couldn't bring yourself to hate her. what was to hate? she was pretty, got good marks, and was friendly and easygoing. not to say you yourself weren't pretty, but you just weren't as pretty and hardworking as her.

and you weren't the one he wanted.

maybe the pain would end if they just ended up together and you were out of the picture. it was obvious she liked him too.

"you really think i should? but what if i get rejected..."

you're so blind but i still love you.

"yes, how many times do i have to say this, she likes you. it's obvious." you rolled your eyes.

"should i just confess tomorrow? better late than never..." he trailed off, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.

gods you look so cute when you do that.

"yeah. get her some flowers and write her a note."

why were you breaking your own heart? you didn't know why. maybe you just wanted to end your own heartbreak.

"good luck with that, anyways i need to go to s house for a project." you actually didn't, but you would do anything to just escape from this.

"why~~are you really just going to leave me alone to plan my big confession by myself," he whined.

"sorry lix, but you'll figure it out." ruffling his hair, you walked out the classroom.

you did, in fact, go home. then sat on your bed and cried until you couldn't physically squeeze any more tears out of you. so this was what heartbreak felt like. you had known him since the both of you were ten. you had have multiple crushes here and there, but they were just passing, fleeting moments, nothing of importance. until him.

you didn't know when you had first started to like him. maybe it was that time in the library where he was helping the librarian stack books. maybe it was that time in the rain where he danced in it for hours.

maybe it was one summer day where your world just exploded in colours.

and now it felt like it was fading back to grey.

the next day, felix came bouncing up to you.

"i got her peonies, do you think she'll like it? i told her to meet me in the garden."

"yeah, she'll definitely like it. i would've too... " you muttered the last part all to yourself, turning away and blinking rapidly as tears threatened to prick your eyes. you offered him a smile of encouragement.

"good luck."

when lunch came, you watched as the nervous australian carried the peonies and went to the garden.

then you watched as they walked in ten minutes later, smiling bashfully and holding hands like schoolchildren in love.

because they were.

you went home, not even bothering to call in sick. you just grabbed your bag and went home. you would deal with the consequences later.

your heart hurt.

you were numb.

you were hollow.

you were crying.

you hated everything.

the next few days were spent at home. you called in sick. felix texted you countless times but you ignored him.

lixie<3

y/nie?

where r u?

she accepted!!!

im so happy>.<

read at 2:03 a.m.

yeah, right. good for you. but what about me?

lixie<3

...hello?

y/n?

can u please respond...

im worried...

what happened???

why didn't you come to school today??

read at 3:46 p.m.

you turned off your phone then turned over and cried again. you hated this. why did you have to fall for him in the first place?

finally, after four days of missed calls, texts, and school, you had to go back. its not like you had a choice anyways. you missed your parents. they lived overseas though, so you lived alone. but you really couldn't continue living like this for the rest of your life, even if you wanted to.

"y/nie!!!" felix exclaimed, running up to you. "why didn't you respond to my texts? are you okay? it's unlike you..."

"im sorry lix, i was just under the weather. im ok." you offered him a tight lipped smile. "congrats by the way." you closed your locker door and rushed off before he could ask you anything more.

"huh? thats unlike her... why is she acting so weird lately?"

and so you avoided him, as much as you could. you kept your conversations short and brief, not talking to him as much as possible, and even switching seats to sit far away from him. you watched his hurt face the day he walked in and saw you sitting somewhere else, but then cheering up as areum sat next to him. you watched as he laughed and held hands, ate tteokbokki and ramen with her in the cafeteria. that should've been me.

but honestly, it did nothing to fill the felix-sized hole in your heart.

you drifted apart. he barely texted you now, barely said hi to you, barely even saw you in the hallways anymore.

then exams were finished, and graduation started to roll around.

you watched as they attended prom and twirled around on the dance floor giggling.

you watched as they broke up on the doorstep of his dorms, watching as felix's face fell when she dumped him for another guy.

you didn't have the heart to tell him i told you so.

so you busied yourself in your exams, earning a scholarship to your dream university. felix tried reaching out to you several times to rekindle your old friendship, but you would always politely decline, preferring to be detached instead of going through more heartbreak.

you still loved him, but the once burning passion had now been reduced to a soft flicker every now and then, sparking ever so slightly whenever you saw him in the corridors. your own felix-shaped hole in your heart hadn't decreased over the years, but your heart became bigger, expanding so that other people could fit in it. the hole would always be there, but at least there was space for healing.

you turned around in the backseat of your friends' car to see the campus you had once called home fading away into the distance and felix along with it.

goodbye, the wind whispered.

"happiness looks good on you, lix. i hope you make the best of it."

#lee felix x reader #felix x reader #skz x reader #skz #stray kids #gn reader #angst #sad ending #lee felix #high school au #heartbreak #lost love #heartache #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x you

117 notes · View notes

cherryshortycake · 2 months

Note

Can I make a request about Bakugo being with a partner (female reader) who is loving and affectionate, where she is not ashamed to show affection towards him?

(I don't know if you can make two orders 👀)

She comes from a culture where displays of affection are very visible in many parts of her country (Argentina more specifically), where a kiss on the cheek is a greeting for both women and men, in fact when she transferred to the UA, many from CLASS 1A were surprised when she greeted them all more informally, where one who was half disgusted was Bakugo, who was surprised and then acted like he didn't care, Y/N found that a little funny.

There would begin a little mischief between these two, Y/N was one where she showed her affection to everyone. She always hugged him, greeted him with a kiss on the cheeks or on the lips, whether in public or not, on occasions she would put her arm on his shoulder or when they were talking to the rest of the Bakusquad in the common living room and they are sitting, she will be next to him hugging him, etc. You can add more signs of affection!

A/n: awwwwwww Of course!! And just wanted to say if you enjoy my writing here, I have a fan favorite new story called "Beyond the Blast was Explosive Bonds" which is a (Bakugou x OC) slow burn romance. And support would be so appreciated..... The link is here my friends: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Cherries_Suki

Enjoy!

mwahhhhhhh

The hallways of U.A. High echoed with the lively chatter of students as Y/N, a transfer student from Argentina, made her way through the corridors. In her vibrant and affectionate nature, she greeted her new classmates with warm smiles and hugs, occasionally surprising them with a friendly kiss on the cheek.

As she approached Class 1-A, the students turned their attention toward the newcomer. Bakugou, in his usual explosive manner, eyed her with skepticism as she cheerfully approached.

"Y/N, right?" Mina Ashido chirped, pulling her into a friendly hug.

"Yeah, that's me! Nice to meet you all!" Y/N beamed, glancing around at the curious faces.

Class 1-A was a mix of confusion and amusement at her informal and affectionate greeting style. Most of them reciprocated with smiles and laughter, appreciating the cultural exchange. However, Bakugou, unaccustomed to such displays, couldn't hide his discomfort.

"HEY, huh? What's with the cheek-kiss crap?" Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms.

She chuckled, not bothered by his reaction. "It's just how we greet each other in Argentina. No need to make a big deal out of it."

Bakugou huffed, trying to appear unfazed. "Yeah, whatever. Just don't expect me to join your weird greeting club."

Y/N grinned mischievously, deciding to have a bit of fun with the explosive hero-in-training. "Oh, come on, Bakugou. You know you secretly love it."

He scowled at her, trying to keep his composure. "Like hell, I do!"

Undeterred, Y/N leaned in and planted a quick, friendly kiss on Bakugou's cheek. The entire class gasped, their eyes widening at the unexpected display of affection. Bakugou, however, froze for a moment, a blush creeping across his face.

"Y/N, what the hell?!" Bakugou shouted, wiping his cheek furiously.

She burst into laughter, finding his reaction utterly amusing. "Relax, Bakugou. It's just a kiss on the cheek. It won't kill you."

He grumbled incomprehensibly, but the corners of his lips twitched, betraying a hint of amusement.

As the days went by, Y/N continued her warm greetings, slowly chipping away at Bakugou's initial resistance. Whether he admitted it or not, he found her affectionate nature intriguing, and deep down, he appreciated the genuine warmth she brought to the class.

Over time, Bakugou became more accustomed to Y/N's displays of affection, and while he still grumbled about it, there was a subtle softening in his demeanor whenever she greeted him. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N had successfully cracked through the tough exterior of the explosive hero, leaving a trail of laughter and warmth in her wake.

And so, in the vibrant halls of U.A. High, Y/N continued to share the rich tapestry of her culture, one cheek-kiss at a time, bringing a touch of Argentina to the hero-in-training and inadvertently turning Bakugou's scowls into begrudging smiles.

----------

BUT:::::: for when you guys are officially dating.........

The warmth of Y/N's affection had found a permanent place in Bakugou's daily routine, and despite his gruff exterior, he secretly reveled in the tenderness you brought to his life.

One sunny afternoon, as you strolled through the campus, Bakugou's hands stuffed deep into his pockets, you couldn't resist wrapping your arm around his. You leaned your head on his shoulder, a content smile gracing your lips.

"You're awfully touchy-feely, aren't you?" Bakugou remarked, though the playful glint in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

You chuckled, squeezing his arm a bit tighter. "You love it, Katsuki. Admit it."

Bakugou huffed, refusing to acknowledge the truth. Yet, he didn't pull away. In fact, he found himself growing more accustomed to the subtle displays of affection, a testament to the genuine connection you shared.

One day, after a particularly challenging training session, you surprised Bakugou with a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek. The rest of Class 1-A exchanged surprised glances, half-expecting an explosion from the usually explosive hero.

To their astonishment, Bakugou's only response was a grumbled, "About time," before he stormed off, his face painted in a light shade of pink. It seemed that the hero, once resistant to affection, had grown to appreciate the genuine warmth you brought to his life.

Later that evening, in the quiet of your shared dorm room, Bakugou finally let his guard down. "You're too damn affectionate, you know that?" he muttered, his gaze avoiding yours.

You grinned, pulling him into a tight hug. "But you secretly love it, don't you?"

His only response was a subtle nod, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away. As the night unfolded, you found comfort in each other's arms, the unspoken language of affection weaving a silent thread between you.

In the weeks that followed, you continued to shower Bakugou with your warmth, from casual cheek-kisses to heartfelt hugs. And, much to the class's surprise, Bakugou didn't resist. Instead, he found himself seeking those moments of affection, an unspoken acknowledgment that your presence had become an essential part of his life.

As the hero-in-training who once scorned displays of affection learned to embrace them, you and Bakugou discovered that love could be found in the most unexpected places, and sometimes, all it took was a little warmth to melt even the coldest of exteriors.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #reqs open #bakugou x you #mha bakugou #my hero academia #bnha

97 notes · View notes

ms-demeanor · 6 months

Note

Heya, got a question about cybersecurity meetups. Do you think folks would be cool with a rando showing up because they're curious and like learning new stuff, especially for writing? And also because internet privacy is super important rn and there's no good books or written sources I can find on hacking, the dark web, etc; let alone digestible to somebody who knows what a directory is and how to use command line and not much more.

Also. I know it's gonna vary per location, so if you can't speak for all of 'em, I get it. Are these kinds of spaces like 2600 and Defcon queer friendly? Or I guess what I'm asking is are they notorious a place queer people should avoid. I'm non-binary and don't rly pass as remotely normal or straight, and I have nobody to go with me :|

Thank you!

Meetups that are publicly listed are very cool about randos showing up to learn new stuff and talk to weird people. Most meetups tend to be about 5 parts socializing and 1 part "tech activity" like a talk or a demo if they have a tech activity at all, so you're mostly just going to be meeting people and talking to them about themselves.

I will say, if you show up specifically saying "i'm a writer and i'm here to learn about stuff for writing" you're probably going to get some trolling - that's pretty common and a lot of meetups do have to deal with stuff like journalists periodically showing up to get the inside scoop about the scary hackers and that usually gets some fairly mean-spirited teasing directed at them.

So it's better to show up because you want to learn generally. People don't like being used as reference material during their socializing; they're there to hang out and talk to people with similar interests, so ask them about their interests. You can just say you're new to the scene and you heard about hacker meetups online and wanted to learn more.

If you want to do something to pregame and learn a bit about hacking ahead of time you may want to try hackthissite.org, check out 2600 magazine, or look on the DefCon forums to see what's going on in your local DC Groups. There are some good books about hacking; I like The Cuckoo's Egg and am asking anyone with good books or memoirs about hacking to chime in in the notes.

I will say, asking about the darkweb specifically might get you some eyerolls because it's something that sounds a lot scarier and more intimidating to most people than it actually is. You can get on the darkweb now. You can do it on your phone. Here's a very basic get-started guide. I don't think it's necessary to use a VPN to use Tor (most guides recommend it and then link to pages full of affiliate links for VPNs), and here's the Tor user manual to get started if you want to. Be careful, and if you're planning on doing anything that requires actual anonymity do a LOT more research before you follow the advice in any guide, but yeah pretty much everybody with an internet connection can get access to the darkweb in about twenty minutes. It's just websites that you need to use a slightly different set of tools to navigate to (granted, the content of the websites might be horrifying, so. Again. Be careful.)

Anyway moving on:

Defcon has had Queercon (a queer party for queer hackers) as a part of the con for at like twenty years and I know many queer and trans people who are part of the scene. And there are a lot of trans folks who I know who are volunteers at defcon and help to run hackerspaces and who volunteer and attend and run all manner of cons. I can't speak for your local group, but I've found that hackers in generally are more tolerant of a *lot* of things than the broader population is (they are weird people who engage in a hobby or who engage in work that is often technically criminal - they don't have a lot of room to judge and the more sensible ones among them know that).

HOWEVER I have personally had problems with defcon the conference specifically about harassment and infosec does lag behind other parts of the tech sector in participation from women. Defcon is working on it and i know their current head of conference security is very serious about ensuring that it's a welcoming space for people and that if people DO have problems at the con it is handled in a serious, sensitive way. (Legitimately, he's a good dude) I just. I don't go to defcon. There's more info in my pinned post. That conference is burned for me.

BUT there are a lot of other conferences, big and small, and there are a lot of local groups to look into. You'll have to get to know your local scene, but I'd bet that if one part of your local scene is unwelcoming that other parts are more open.

113 notes · View notes

stealingyourbones · 2 years

Note

Places a set of deer antlers on the bar these count as bones right? Yeah, ethically sourced bones.

I was just coming in to tell you a funny little thing I heard about Tall Jazz and Tall Danny. Now, we all know Jazz can fluster her Tall husband with ease using her giant size, but wouldn't you say such would be even more effective with a larger size gap? Such as, Tim being 5'2, Kon being 5'5, and Danny being 6'8, an inch short than his dad and 4 shorter than Jazz.

Perhaps for their first meeting Danny can save Red Robin from some goons, not as Phantom but rather as the gentle giant who just broke a 2 by 4 over some goon who was pointing a gun at Tim. Danny decide to mess with the cute vigilante, or maybe it's a curse or an accident or something, but he talks to Tim in ghost speech asking if he's OK as he picks him up with one hand to place him on his feet. Tim is so confused and flustered that he makes a little squeaking sound.

Danny just laughs and pats Tim on the head, telling him he should get that checked in ghost speech. And then with a wave, Danny is gone.

Tim was sure Kon would never believe him only to find out Kon had a similar run in with the friendly giant who saved Kon from a magic user and gently brushed the rubble out of Kon's hair after. Neither of them have any idea what the stranger said, they just know they must find him.

Ok Jazz being a terrifying “I will kick your shit in” type of tall and Danny being a gentle giant is a wonderful dichotomy I adore this so much.

Big question: does Tim understand the ghost speak? If not, what does it sound like? Does Tim hear soft whale song? ear bleeding static of words ripped from a dimension that no mortal man should hear? The sounds that stars and planets make but with varying frequencies and sounds? Soft chirping, clicking, and trilling?

Either way Tim is Flustered As Hell. When Danny pats Tim’s head it feels like someone just reached into the depths of his soul and gently told it that he was a very strong person who had a very good heart and that they were proud of him. Tim is hit with this wall of sensation and emotions and it further cements his need to know who this gentle yet towering man is.

Kon? Oh he’s also Flustered As Hell. The gentle fellow happily speaking in a language that sounds far too familiar to Kryptonian just excitedly flies around him and spirals around the clone and helps him in a fight haunts him. He can’t get the image of this towering being just smiling with far too sharp teeth and saying something that sounded somehow so alien and yet so comforting that it instantly made his defensive mental walls drop.

#SuperBrainDead #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon #Ty for the antlers I love me some purposeful cancer bone growths :)

869 notes · View notes

vidding · 4 months

Text

VidRecs.com

The first rule of the Rec Club is that you talk about VidRecs.com.

The second rule of the Rec Club is that you hit the reblog button "as hard as you can."

The third rule of the Rec Club is that if you become member you have to rec.

VidRecs.com is a fan created project one stop shop for all your vid recs. Yeah, I got the domain. The passion didn't stop there. Vid Recs deserve a better place than our selective memories and random bookmarks on the internet. "What kind of features should a site called VidRecs.com have?" Remember, you wanted this.

A spot to put a blurb about why you recced/love the vid.

A recs page to showcase both You Tube & Vimeo recs in one spot.

The ability to rec vids with just the Video URL

A way to give proper credit to the original uploader & their description.

A profile page with my avatar and cover image

A profile page with my social network links if I want others to find elsewhere.

A way to find vid recs site-wide by fandom.

Had enough? No?

If the rec is on AO3 a comment button can be added to redirect viewers to the AO3 Comment page

On request you can get your own VidRecs.com profile URL (i.e. "VidRecs.com/yourfandomname" so viewers go directly to your rec page.

Everything you rec is automatically added to an automatically generated profile playlist so viewers can view it as a playlist.

You can create playlists using both your recs and recs of any other members on site.

You can sign up using Tumblr, Discord, Google or the regular email password combo.

Still not impressed. Gee, you're a tough cookie

You can rec vids directly from You Tube or Vimeo.

You can make your vid recs private to logged in users only.

You can make your vid recs private to only those who subscribe to your channel.

No ads!

You need a video overview? There is one below.

youtube

It's nearing the end of the year. It's so easy to forget vids you've enjoyed without a reliable place not only to reference but also share them with others. This can be what you want it to be. The groundwork has been done and it's still a work in progress but a lot closer to the ideal than most. All that's missing is a whole bunch of people willing the rec things and the site. Yeah, go ahead and rec the site. 😀

Membership is currently by approval. If you would like to speed things up just contact us at [email protected]. We are working on a way to make the registration process a lot more streamlined. Enough works now about the site to begin using it and if you run into any issues let us know. Thank you! Rec often. Rec hard. Our memories can fail us, and the internet is not reliable.

Additionally, there is also a greater chance vids recced here will be archived in case something happens to them in the future, but I am sure you are ll familiar with that. Reccing can be a democratic process that raises awareness about what should be archived or at least we hope.

Like projects like this?

Like this post and help raise awareness about stuff like this.

Invest some time to assist in any projects you find interesting and see opportunities where you can contribute.

Patron - Become a patron for as low as $1, $2, $3, or $5 a month to support this kind of work. Patreon.com/vidding. We know the AO3 Fundraising drive started today. Please consider us as another way to support vidding-related efforts. 😍💗😍💝

Share - You don't have to share this publicly, but you can share this post privately with anyone who follows you that may be interested in work like this who would like to volunteer or become a patron.

If you liked this post, you might like this:

The last vidder friendly hosting & streaming site?

#vidder #vidding #vidders #fandom culture #fandom history #vid recs #vidrec #Youtube

64 notes · View notes

kiruliom · 8 months

Text

coin fight 2023!

what is coin fight?

have you ever heard of art fight? it's like that, but for liom/mogai!

there is 2 teams (sun and moon for this year), and you 'attack' a member of the opposite team by coining things you think they'd like :D

this is made completely for fun, and has no rewards besides some "I was in the winning team" graphics (userboxes, blinkies, etc.)

the event will start on 9/20 and will last a week, with an exception being if it's still active after 1 week.

instructions:

make an entry here!

make a section on your pinned post (or an easily accessible rentry page) with your team and what you associate with your identity (make it as vague or specific as you need, doesnt need to be gender exclusive)

reblog the associated team post (sun) (moon) so people who check the reblogs of that post looking for people to attack can find you!

find a person to attack and coin things you think they will like! tag the person you're attacking and me (kiruliom), and tag #2023coinfight. also it would be really nice if you could tell us the approximation of your points (eg. it's a 5th link on a friendly fire revenge chain? please tell us its 7 points. ( 5 base, 2 points deducted for friendly fire, 5th link means 4th revenge, so +4)) this makes my job a lot easier.

rules:

if you fail to follow the instructions above you will be reached out to, or if you need help just tell me!

please check if you fit the DNI of the person you'd like to attack, or if THEY fit YOUR DNI. to avoid awkward situations.

all flags and terms made will have a 5 point base value. for every new 'link' on a revenge chain it will have 1 more point added to it. non-gender terms get 2 more points added to them, to encourage non-gender coinings

the terms coined dont need to be unique, just need to have unique flags. you can make an alternative bigender flag for example and it'd count as valid for points. however you cant submit flags made outside of the event time, this is more of a trust thing though as I cant tell for sure whether the flag was made before the event or not lol

there is a 3 attack per day rule, to avoid spamming. any more attacks submitted for the day will be rendered null, meaning no more points will be added for that day, this includes revenges. attacks are counted by amount of terms and not the amount of posts.

coining non-disordered paraphilia, MUD, oculoid or transid terms will render those attacks null, which means you wont earn points for them. transpecies is the exception to this as it's an alterhuman term and not a transid term.

friendly fire (attacking someone of the same team), is allowed. however 2 points will be deducted. this is to encourage a "team rivalry" more.

you can only attack 1 user at a time.

please dont take advantage of my awful memory and math skills and cheat, this is supposed to be for fun and you need to do your part for that, yeah?

re-elaborating the point system so it's in one place:

base term (say, a gender made for someone of the opposite team) = 5 pts

friendly fire (attacking someone of the same team) = -2 pts off total

revenge (attacking someone back)= +1 point per link on chain, starting from 2nd link/'first revenge'

non-gender terms = +2 points

sorry it's so messy, this is the first time Ive hosted an event that needs heavy moderation like this. I hope to figure this out via suggestions and trial-and-error.

#2023coinfight prep #event #coining event #mogai event #mogai pride #mogai positivity #mogai friendly #mogai #mogai blog #mogai community #mogai heaven #mogai post #mogai real #mogai safe #mogaireal #mogaisafe #actually mogai #pro mogai

91 notes · View notes

mechanicalideas · 1 year

Text

Once Again

TFP Soundwave x reader

Warnings — Yandere, kidnapping, mentioned death, implied mental health issues

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・

It was your loneliness that damed you. You had no friends or family in the small town of Jasper. Your day to day life began to dull into nothing more than a routine on autopilot. Get up, go to work, come home, sleep, then repeat. It took you awhile to become aware of the exhaustion that came simply by living. You needed someone to talk to before it got out of hand.

You had heard of this new chatting app, it randomly matched you with another user and set you free to talk. It was a Friday night when you opened the app for the first time, your room was dark with the only light filtering through your window sent by the moon. You couldn’t sleep that night and decided to roll your dice with the app. The first person you got had no icon, going by the user S0un5W4v3_1965. They didn’t say anything at first and you sighed as you realized you would have to be the first to speak up.

“hey.” You texted. It took awhile to get a reply back.

“Hello.” Short and sweet.

“How was your day?” It was the best starter you could think of at the moment.

“Good, although busy. You?” They returned.

“Same.”

The two of you went back and forth, brining up random but common topics. What do you work as? Where are you from? Etc. Although, his answers seemed strange and distant. While you knew that he probably didn’t want to give out too much information to a random person on a chat app his answer were either to general or attempted to avoid a direct answer. Eventually, you called it a night as it was getting to late and you were getting tired.

That night you went to bed feeling just a tad bit happier.

———————————————————————

It had been a few weeks now, you and your chat buddy had made it a routine. Every night just before bed the two of your chatted. At this point you were excited to talk to him and perhaps he was too. Your conversations became more personal and friendly, while he still remained a formal tone on his end, it wasn’t as tight as when you first started talking. Well…texting really, you tried to set up a call with him but he avoided it. Often saying he was about to go to work or was in public, you thought it was weird after the first few times but didn’t press it further after that.

You excitedly plopped down onto your bed and grabbed your phone. Thumbs flying across your screen as you typed.

“Hey. You there?” You asked.

“Yes, I’m here.” He said.

Just like your routine you began to talk. You had been talking for a good 10 to 15 minutes before you decided to ask a question.

“Hey, do you have any family with you?” You quizzed.

“I had 2 boys.” You eyes widened as you sat up in minor shock. You imagined this guy to be in is 20s or something, but this was new information and you were eating it up—wait, had?

“Oh neat! What are their names?”

“Rumble and Frenzy.” You raised a brow, you assumed these were nicknames. They had to be.

“They are no longer with me.” He said. Your hand covered your mouth. Your face soften, unsure of what so say. You typed and deleted a few messages before replying.

“I’m sorry for your loss. I shouldn’t have asked.” You Responded.

“No, it’s alright. What about you?”

You hesitated but answered. “I don’t have anyone in my life right now. No friends or family.”

You pressed your phone to your chest, looking down somberly. It was a moment before your phone buzzed again.

“You have me.” It was sweet, but it made you feel much better.

You smiled. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

————————————————————————

It had been months now, instead of just at night it was now at any time you had free. Lunch breaks, weekend afternoons, any time. You had began to become seriously attached to this faceless profile and so did he. When you thought about, you almost felt foolish. You didn’t know what he looked like, what his voices sounded like, or even his real name! But you were quick to brush it off.

By the time you settled in bed, your chat partner had already sent you a message. Odd, you thought, you were always the first to send a message to start a chat.

“Hey, are you there?” The message read.

“Yeah. What’s up?” You retorted. Almost as soon as you it send the message was read and a reply was given.

“I need to confess something.” Confess? You furrowed your eyes brows and began to type but he beat you to it.

“I love you Y/N.” You sickly chill went down your spine. You feel a wave of nausea crash over you and a sea foam of anxiety stuck to your skin. You had never considered him a love interest, only as a friend. Months of bonding were seemingly undone in a second.

The worst part? You never gave him your name.

You tossed your phone back onto the bedside table and laid down, back towards your phone. You took deep and shaky breaths as your phone began to buzz, increasing in frequency over time until your phone ran out of battery. You curled up on your side, mind racing and hazy. The sleep you got was barely worth anything, your anxiety souring it.

In the morning you plugged your phone back in. When it came on you saw the little red bubble with 99+ on the corner of the app. You didn’t dare open it, instead, you deleted the app.

Your day to day routine was no longer lined with excitement but a buzz of nervousness. The entire day you remained freaked out. How did he get your name? Was he serious? Even if he wasn’t why would he go out of his way to find your first name to play a joke on you?

Your steps were shaky as you walked through into your home, practically collapsing on your couch. It was dusk, orange and dark blue hues decorated the sky. You leaned forward, elbows on your knees and face in your hands.

You jumped out of your skin when a heavy thud! Shook the front your. You stared at it in shock, frozen in fear.

Thud!…Thud!…Thud!

It sounded like a bodybuilder was throwing his entire weight on your door. The wood began to give in and splinter. You scrambled off the couch but your mind was racing far to fast for you to properly make a move. Soon, the door gave in your screamed and shield your face from the flying chunks of wood. You slowly open your eyes to stare in horror a purple and place metallic tentacle slithering into your living room. You turned, attempting to run only for you to be pulled back, the tentacle wrapping around you waist. It pulled you out of your house and into the air, you flailed and struggled.

You couldn’t believe what you saw next, standing next to your house, with several tentacles protruding from its back. It was a giant robot. Most black and purple in color, with a black screen for a face. You were frozen in horror, you tried to scream but nothing came out.

Suddenly, the black screen that made up its face showed a smiley face. Then a heart.

“Designation: Soundwave. Mission: You”

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp soundwave #tfp #yandere #imagines #soundwave x reader #tfp soundwave x reader #tfp Soundwave/reader #soundwave/reader

513 notes · View notes

lu-morningstar · 1 year

Text

Hard launch - Chris Evans smau

pairing: chris evans x faceless!girlfriend!reader

a/n: i'm alive 🤗please enjoy this smau

༄✧*‧₊˚✧ ･ﾟ*:･･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧˖*°࿐

tmz

Liked by user2 and others

tmz Chris Evans and rumored girlfriend yn yln strolling around NYC

👤chrisevans yourusername

user1 just because they are walking together they are an item?!??

↳ user2 well, it doesn't look friendly 👀👀👀

↳ user3 we also don't see her face, could be someone else

↳ user4 gurlll, who else loves cardigans as much as yn?!

↳ user5 u r gonna base who it is based on a cardigan? Lol

load more comments

yourusername

Liked by chrisevans and others

yourusername and when I felt like an old cardigan

Comments have been limited

selenagomes congratulations! See you soon 🥰

Bestfriend I'm never gonna get those credits, am I?

↳ yourusername nope! But still love you 😘

load more comments

chrisevans

Liked by yourusername and others

chrisevans lover 🩷🩵

user pretty sure he didn't mean to post the last one

↳ user omg, he just confirmed its yn!!!

↳ user well, the 3rd pic is the same as what yn post it so... he ain't sleek

load more comments

yourusername

Liked by chrisevans, taylorswift and others

yourusername me seeing chrisevans hard launch our relationship after agreeing to soft launch 😗🙃😶

chrisevans you should've known the moment I said I would post on Instagram 😅

↳ yourusername don't make this my fault, sir. it was all u! 😠

↳ chrisevans yes ma'am 🫡

↳ user they fighting on the comments like an old couple 🤩

↳ yourusername 🥰🥰🥰

taylorswift those pics are wholesome y/n! Congrats again on the relationship 🩵

↳ user again? AGAIN???

↳ user does it mean they are friends? HOW???

↳ user probably Selena introduced them. They made a show together, remember?

↳ user omg! I forgot, but yeah. I can see that happening

load more comments

༄✧*‧₊˚✧ ･ﾟ*:･･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧˖*°࿐

Wanna be part of the taglist? Click here or comment this post!

My Masterlist

#lucero writes #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fluff #chris evans blurb #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x female!reader #chris evans imagines #chris evans smau #chris evans oneshot

246 notes · View notes

writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

Text

Imagine returning home to reconcile with Riri and Shuri

There was nothing Riri hated more than having to track a fellow student down for her money. All of her clients were repeated users of her services these days. Which every single one of them knew the routine, so she shouldn't being going through this right now.

Especially with a guy named Atticus Nelson.

Everything about him matched his name. He was a textbook nerd. If someone looked up the definition of nerd there would be a picture of him. He was tall and scrawny with a mop of brown hair on his head. A pair of wide circular black rimmed glasses on his face, and he had little to no fashion sense.

The first time he came too her asking for her assistance with a robotic project. He was tripping over his own words, and it only got worse when she rose an eyebrow at him in irritation.

Nope there was no logical reason in the world to explain why she was currently hunting down Atticus for her money. The nerdy boy was two days late with his payment, and she let it slide longer than usual. Because she genuinely thought it was possible he forgot to Venmo her. Atticus was one of the few kids who really didn't need her to do his work, but he came to her anyway to take some of the load off his own back. The kid was crazy enough to do a double-major and take all advanced classes. His workload was four times the size of hers, and any other student at MIT.

The amount of times he was caught sleeping overnight in the library had to set a new record. At one point the librarian actually considered just giving him his own key. So yeah Riri gave him the benefit of the doubt until she couldn't.

"Yo Atticus wait up" she called out to him trying to keep the underlying tone of anger out of her voice. The last thing she needed was him getting spooked and trying to run.

Atticus came to a stop glancing over his shoulder to see who had called his name, and when his eyes landed on Riri. His entire face lit up with excitement, and something else she couldn't place. Why was he so happy all of a sudden.

"Riri my favorite little helper. What's up?" He asked her a gleaming smile adoring his face.

Riri grimaced at the nickname feeling mocked. "Don't call me that alright we ain't cool like that especially. When you owe me money."

He cocked his head to the side playing dumb. "For what?"

"Atticus don't be stupid where's my dam-" Riri cut herself off taking a deep breath. She didn't like the sudden change in his demeanor. It had been going on like that for a few days now ever since the rest of the student body seemed to catch on to. The fact that you were gone rather or not it was just a break, or for good remained to be seen. But she really hoped some of these kids thought they could get away with stiffing her, or shorting her with money just because you weren't around anymore.

"You turned the essay in three days ago, and I know for a fact you got an A plus. So you owe me fifteen hundred. Cough it up now" she demanded.

"You don't think you can give me like a friendly discount or something. I was thinking five hundred."

Riri gave him a fake laugh before her expression went stoic. "The discount for friends is actually eight-fifty, but we aren't friends."

Atticus dug a hand into his pocket and pulled his phone out, and Riri released a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted to have to do was force him to cough the money up. Unlike you she was definitely afraid of getting caught breaking the school's strict code against violence.

Riri's eyes drifted down to her own iPhone waiting for the ding, and to see the notification of payment pop up. Seconds ticked by but it never came up, and when she glanced up at Atticus. He was still standing there regarding her with uncertainty.

"You really are hopeless without y/n here to fight your battles huh" He commented with a tiny smirk.

It took all her self-control not to explode, and sock him in his pointy nose. She could hear her mother's voice in her head telling her to keep her cool. It was the only thing saving Atticus at the moment. If you were there he wouldn't have even dreamed of saying something like that to her. Maybe that was the problem Riri got to comfortable with you fighting her battles when she didn't need you to. Now you weren't here to do it anymore, and now guys like Atticus thought they could get over on her.

"Atticus I promise I'm about to become your worst nightmare in the next five seconds. If you don't send the money" Riri threatened with a look that could kill.

His confidence faltered as he flinched taking a step back, and his smirk vanished. Good he was intimidated maybe now he would find his common sense.

Nope.

Atticus fixed his posture trying to poke his chest out but failed. "You won't touch me your scholarship would be revoked the second you did" he shot back.

"Well then I guess its a good thing I'm not on scholarship". You said had sneaking up right behind him without either of them noticing.

Atticus let out a yelp swinging around eyes widening in fear at your presence. Riri was as equally shocked by you showing up, but hid it better than he did. Her face stayed neutral but her heart was going a hundred on the inside.

"Atticus please tell me you're not giving my girl any trouble with her money?" You asked cracking your knuckles just for show. "Buddy I'm pretty sure I'm in the doghouse with her, and if blacking your eye will increase my odds of an early release. I will gladly do it."

It worked Atticus started fumbling with his phone in a rush to send the money. His fidgeting was so bad the iPhone slipped out his hand and hit the ground. If it wasn't for the sturdy case the screen would've shattered.

"I'm running out of patience, and my fist is hungry" You sang.

"No no no stop I'm sending it alright" he begged.

"It's eighteen hundred now" Riri threw in staring down at him.

He gawked at her.

"Since you wanna try and play somebody."

Atticus picked his cellphone up and sent the money before scampering off. You watched him run away wondering how things would've played out if you hadn't shown up. You knew Riri didn't need you defending her, but it was less risky for you.

Speaking of Riri when you turned back to finally address her. She was already walking right past you without so much as a hi or thank you. "Aye Ri slow down and just hear me out" You pleaded with her having no problem matching her speedy pace.

"The way you heard me out before dumping me." She fired back not stopping or looking at you.

"Riri please I wasn't in my right mind okay, and can you really blame me?"

She paused but didn't look back, yet you still took the opportunity to constrict an arm around her waist, turning her around and pulling her to you.

"I know you didn't outright lie to me, but an omission of the truth is still a lie. If I ever found out something about your dad that you didn't already know. I wouldn't hesitate to tell you no matter who asked me not to." You told her talking so fast it was a wonder she could actually keep up with your words.

But she did the anger in her eyes was replaced with guilt as you reminded her of. The part she played in the events that took place, and tore the two of you apart.

"I'm sorry y/n it was just a lot, and I didn't know how you were going to react. I figured coming from Shuri it would be easier for you to deal with." Riri admitted not meeting your eyes.

"Finding out someone who you love and lost had a whole other side of them you didn't know about sucks. There was no way to ease me into that news or soften the blow. I was going to lose it no matter how you or Shuri handled it." You replied taking a deep breath before continuing with an apologetic tone. "But I'm sorry you got caught up in my warpath when I'm pretty sure you did your best to protect me. I'm sorry I hurt Riri and I don't care what I have to do to make it up to you I will do it."

Her eyes lit up with disbelief as she finally looked in yours. Your mother was right about your track record with apologizing. It was something you hardly ever did, even when you knew you owed it to someone. It was a psychological thing sometimes all people wanted from others who wronged was an admission of guilt. You knew that and in the past held back apologizing to just drive them crazy.

"Wow did y/n Stevens just apologize" Riri said turning her head in different directions. Pretending to make sure you had been addressing her, and not someone else.

"Ri stop it I was talking to you" You laughed squeezing her side.

She jerked away from your prodding away holding back laughter. "Alright its just I didn't think you even had those words in your vocabulary. I don't think I've ever heard you apologize before."

"Well someone reminded me that apologizing is important if you want to build and maintain a healthy relationship with someone. And that its the mature thing to do" You said.

"And who might this person be because I need to meet them like asap. If they can convince your stubborn ass to do something."

"My mother and if you mean it I'll take you back home with me next time I go" You answered without hesitation. A grin spread out across your face when her body tensed in your arms.

Your mother wasn't exactly a hot topic so it was no wonder you mentioning her threw Riri off her game. In the past whenever she brought your mom up. You either shut the conservation down almost instantly, gave her vague answers to her questions, or redirected her curiosity to something else. Riri just came to the conclusion that your mother was a touchy subject, and figured you had a bad or at least a complicated relationship with your mom. But that couldn't have been further from the truth, you were hesitant to talk about her. Because of the mountain of guilt that hit you for not visiting her for so long. It was easier to ignore. If you didn't talk or think about her for too long.

"Your mom as in the woman who gave birth to you. The woman you acted like didn't even exist before you left. Wait is that where you disappeared to you? Riri asked putting everything together.

You gave her a nod. "Yeah the truth was easier to hear, and to accept coming from her I guess. My father might've kept something like that from me, but he would've told my mom."

"Wow so you not on bad terms with her or anything?"

"Nope I just missed home more than I let on, and didn't want to admit it. My mom would've saw right through me so I avoided her too" You admitted sheepishly.

Riri gave you the same scolding your mother had when you told her the truth making you throw your head back with a groan.

"Ri don't start I don't wan-"

"Naw ma you really need to work on this whole tough girl act. You don't got to walk around keep everything bottled up inside-"

"Yeah yeah I know I'm emotionally damaged-"

"See that's the problem you not-"

"Riri" You exclaimed to put the bickering to an end. She raised an eyebrow at you not liking the way you shut her down. "Sorry but you seem to be forgetting there is one more person I owe an apology. Is the Princess still around?"

Riri didn't answer you right away answering your question partially. If Shuri had gone back to Wakanda already she would've say so with no hesitation. But you wanted to know where she was, or at least how to get into contact with her. And Riri wasn't sure if it was a good idea unbeknownst to you. She didn't even think you were going to come back, and told Shuri to just go home. But the Princess figured you would cool down and return for answers, so she stuck around.

"Ri come on I promise to not lose it this time please" You begged.

"And you got manners all of a sudden oh yeah I'm going to have to meet this woman" she joked.

"Oh please you're the same way around your mom" You threw back.

"I'll reach out to Shuri to let her know you're back, and we'll just go from there" she suggested ignoring the dig.

It wasn't the answer you wanted but you understood why she wanted to do it that way. "Sounds good so does this mean we're good?" You asked leaning down to press your forehead to hers.

Riri moved her head back shaking her head with a scoff. "You really thought you were going to get off that easy huh."

One Day Later

It didn't take long for Shuri to get back to Riri after the young girl left a voicemail telling her of your return, and you wanting to reconcile with her.

Shuri called her only five minutes after missing the initial call to apologize for not picking up. The message had been a lifesaver considering Okoye had shown up from Wakanda insisting. It was time for Shuri to just give it up, and come home. Even though M'Baku took over the throne to save Shuri from that pressure. She was still the Black Panther, and her country was still on bad terms with the other nations. So the elders were nervous about her being away from so long especially on undisclosed business.

Shuri decided from day one when she had guessed your heritage to keep your existence a secret from everyone except. Okoye who surprisingly agreed with to do the same.

Riri suggested the two of you meet up somewhere in public to put both of you at ease. Shuri was fine but Okoye did insist on tagging along after hearing about the first meeting between the two of you. The Princess knew the guard's presence would worry you a bit, and just hoped you didn't run away.

The chosen location for the meetup was none other than Starbucks. It was public and it made Okoye happy as this was the first time the woman was finally able to visit the popular coffee chain, and truly enjoy it. She was at the counter putting in an order when you walked in, and you were able to locate Shuri with no problem.

Even in civilian clothes the Princess stood out amongst all the other young adults occupying the lobby. She gave off a powerful aura that demanded attention, and put you on edge. You were too caught up in your raging emotions and theories to notice last time. But this time you felt it wondering if it was the effect of her being the Black Panther. You still managed to stand tall as you made your way over to the table, and took a seat across from her.

"I gonna be honest I thought you would tell me go the hell. After the way I treated you last time, and all those things I said" You told her.

Shuri lifted the shades revealing her brown eyes, and let the glasses rest upon her head. "Oh believe me the thought crossed my mind, but then I put myself in your shoes, and realized your reaction was normal. I was foolish to believe you would just accept my words at face value."

"But it wasn't just face value you had proof." Your fingers started playing with the gold chain around your neck. "I gave the ring to my mom."

Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she sat up a bit more with twenty questions on the tip of her tongue. After finding you truly were the daughter of Erik Killmonger. Shuri did another deep dive on his past looking for your mother, but came up empty-handed. The only girl she could connect to your father was the one who helped him pull off the museum heist with Klaue. And she had been murdered by Killmonger, and while Shuri didn't think much of her cousin.

She still gave him the benefit of the doubt, and refused to believe he had killed the mother of his child. Shuri came to conclusion that he did everything in his power to make sure both of you had been hidden making it impossible to connect either of you to him.

"We can talk about her later for now there's something I want to say. You said relaxing the muscles in your face to kill some of the tension.

Shuri gave you a nod folding her hands together, and placing them on top of the table. She was trying to play it cool, but you could see her muscles tightening.

"I'm sorry Shuri for what I said about you and your brother. The accusations I made you turning your back on me were out of line" You started. Shuri could tell you wanted to say more and motioned for you to continue.

You took a deep breath choosing your next words carefully. "I didn't know T'Challa but all I ever heard about was good things. Its a known fact he changed Wakanda in so many ways, and made it his mission to help others. It couldn't have been easy to hear me suggest otherwise so I'm sorry for that too."

"You're right it wasn't easy and I had to remind myself that I didn't react any better. When your father showed up in Wakanda, and did the same thing. I refused to believe a single thing he said about my father until my brother opened my eyes up to the truth." Shuri said in return thinking back to that faithful day.

The Rivers of Wakanda

"Why are we doing this again? Shuri asked T'Challa standing beside him on the boat.

"Because it was his dying wish to be put the rest this way, and honoring his last request is the least we can do Shuri." T'Challa said staring ahead at the calm waters before them.

"I just don't understand why you feel like we owe him anything after what he did" Shuri grumbled under her breath. She crossed her arms over her chest pouting like a five-year old.

"Killmonger actions were the result of our own father's mistakes Shuri, so we do indeed owe him" He snapped at her fixing her with a hard gaze.

His little sister flinched letting her arms drop to her side where her hands clenched forming fists. "How can we be so sure of what he said was the truth. He could've been lying brother."

"He was not Shuri" T'Challa demanded in a booming voice that had her taking a step back. He had turned his body around so he was facing her fully now practically towering over her. His outburst cause fear to flare up inside of her, and he hated it.

T'Challa took a few deep breaths before speaking again gently clasping Shuri on the shoulder. "Baba told me the truth in the astral plane dear sister. He left the boy behind to cover his own tracks, and hide our uncle's disloyalty to Wakanda."

"No father wouldn't do such a thing" Shuri cried shoving him away from her. At least she tried to T'Challa didn't budge a single inch instead he wrapped his arms around Shuri to pull her to his chest. Tears fell from her eyes matching that of a rushing waterfall as she sobbed into his chest. "Our father was a good man sister, but alas he was not perfect." He whispered the wind carrying his words into the sky and beyond.

"My father was buried in the water" You said in a whimper-like voice with glistening eyes. As she recounted the memory to you.

Shuri cursed herself for giving up what had to be a painful revelation for you. She was trying to avoid talking about Erik's death too much, but she got too comfortable and let that slip. "Its what he wanted" she murmured.

You held back the tears and cries that wanted nothing more than to break free. "My mother told me you were telling the truth, guess he didn't have it in him to lie to her too. Shuri I'm sorry for everything I said alright and if it's possible I want to put all that behind us."

Shuri didn't even need to think about it. She nodded "if you want I can finish telling you what happened with your father-"

You held up a hand cutting her off. "I don't want to hear the rest of the story." Your head dropped as you stared at the floor hiding the pain in your eyes. "My father was a loving and caring man. He protected me. He raised me with a firm but gentle hand, and he was a good man. I want to continue to remember him that way. I'm not ready to see him any other way at least not right now."

In all honesty, you weren't sure if you would ever be ready for the truth, but all you knew for sure was that today wasn't the day. When you looked back up making eye contact with Shuri. A moment of understanding passed between both of you. If someone had given her an option all those years ago to not know about T'Chaka's miatakes. She would've made the same choice, and she found herself feeling grateful you didn't want the truth.

"So we're good?" You asked with a hint of nervousness finally acknowledging the bald woman sitting at the table right behind Shuri eyes focused solely on you.

"Yeah little cousin we're good" Shuri replied with a tentative smile. Things had gotten off to a rough start, but progress was finally being made. "Maybe we can talk about you coming to visit Wakanda next?"

Her words stunned you for only a second, but the chuckle that left your mouth had Shuri frowning. In disappointment and confusion her offer was far from a joke.

"There's no need for that Shuri" You told her pausing contemplating your next words. In the end you couldn't find a nice way to say what you were thinking so you were blunt. "Its not really a good idea either when you really think about it."

Shuri leaned forward placing a hand on top of yours, and squeezing it. You jumped at the physical contact but made no move to pull away. "No one knows the truth about you, and we can keep it that way" she promised.

"That doesn't change the fact my family doesn't seem to have a good track record with Wakanda. My grandfather was murdered for betraying the country, and while I don't know what happened to my dad. The end result was still his death, and you can't tell part of the reason you sought me was to make sure I wasn't following him my father's footsteps."

She looked away in shame or guilt maybe both at your last statement indicating. The thought did cross her mind especially when she realized your father had attended the same college. "Y/N-

"It's okay, Shuri. I get it you wanted to keep history from repeating itself. You gave me the truth, which is more than what my father got from anyone, and I'm grateful for that. But that doesn't make Wakanda my home, or Wakandans, my people. My heritage is the only connection I have to that place, and that's where it ends."

Shuri had assumed once you came to your senses you would want to at least visit Wakanda to see your father's burial sight. So your utter dismissal of her offer had her reeling to find the proper response.

You turned your hand around to fold it around hers. "You don't owe me anything else Shuri, and I'm sorry if you expected me to have this feeling of longing to see Wakanda. America is my home and I know it's not as beautiful but I grew up here. My life is here."

"I know but Wakanda is your birthright-

"Nope that right there is what got my dad killed. I have no right to the throne nor do I want it. Seriously Shuri you don't have to worry about me anymore" You reassured her.

"If this is it then what happens now? Shuri asked releasing your hand to settle back into her chair.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I got a degree to earn, and you got a country to protect."

"I mean but we're still family" Shuri pointed out seeming a bit overwhelmed all of a sudden.

"Yeah" You prompted.

"I don't know about you, but I don't exactly have a lot of that left. At least not blood relation, " Shuri corrected, thinking of the woman sitting behind her, ready to jump at any sign of danger. And Nakia her unofficial sister-in-law even though the relationship took a turn for the worse. When she didn't reach out after T'Challa's death. Even M'Baku, Aneka, and Ayo came to her mind the way they stood by her when she was ready to go to war. A nation more powerful and with more soldiers than what Wakanda possessed.

"I would like to have a relationship with you y/n maybe even learn about who your father was. Before he was consumed by vengeance, and I can tell you about my family in return if you wish. Brother always believed things could've been different with Erik if we had found out about it earlier. Maybe we can have that" Shuri said.

"I'd like that" You answered with a smile.

It wasn't the ending either of you expected, but it was the start of a new beginning.

Tag List: @lizlil @darkmemesworld @rhayanm @aliives @angel-bi666 @agustdeeyaa @liliana-byers @sp5derzworld @marice23top @filmsbyhyuna @shuriswhore @vevethirst @londyn-loves-u @iwillbeabitch @klackyb @ziayamikaelson @taleiak @awolfcsworld @shinsousliya @mbakuetshurisprincess @youralphawolf72 @mxyx-rx444 @simpin4pixels @deliciousfestsalad @quintessencewrites @alistair-mooncrest

#marvel imagine #black panther imagine #shuri x reader #riri williams x reader #riri williams imagine #erik killmonger imagine #erik killmonger #shuri

216 notes · View notes