#she’s a little girrrrl

[lostinrainnfall]

me casually talking to someone i haven’t seen in a long time and making small talk.

her: “i am with someone 😁”

me: 🫢🤦‍♀️

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Yall know that tiktok sound that goes “My life is the crown, and yours is politics, and I will not trade one prison for another. I’m sorry I looked at Mrs Riley and lightly grazed her left tit.” That’s literally me writing thoughts/ descriptive paragraphs vs writing dialogue. Anyways lol. Not Proofread so excuse typos and gramatical errors, excuse If Miguel is ooc.

(Y/N)- Your name

Cursing, using of cannabis, mentions of throwing up (like nothing serious, but thought I’d mention it.) Miguel being a jerk, (Y/N) being a jealous jealous jealous girrrrl (read that I’m your head like in the unreleased Lana del ray song.)

Word count: 1.3k

Serious Masterlist

Chapter 10: Do I wanna know, if this feelin’ flows both ways?

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“What a fucking asshole!” You hissed under your breath.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have ignored him for 3 weeks.” Kate snickered as she playfully hit your shoulder, you just shot her a small glare, causing her smile to widen.

“Not funny.” You huffed, tone still quiet, crossing your arms on the dining hall table, and resting your head in your arms.

“Aww, poor (Y/N)..” Logan jokingly cooed, as he began to rub your shoulder from where he sat next to you.

From the other side of the uni’s dining hall, sat Miguel with some of his teammates from the hockey team, which wasn’t what upset you. What did upset you was what he had sitting in his lap, or rather, who. On Miguel’s lap, sat some cute blonde from your English class, she was a pretty little thing for sure, you couldn’t deny that, and even though you knew you had no right to feel the tightness building in your chest, had no right to feel your whole body get hot all over like you could combust into flames at any moment, didn’t mean you didn’t still feel it.

You wanted to find yourself disliking her for something that wasn’t her fault, maybe in an attempt to make yourself feel better about the situation, give yourself a reason to shift the blame onto something, or rather someone else. But despite your best efforts, you know you couldn’t bring yourself to dislike her, you didn’t even know her name, and the thought of hating another girl because of a man? You couldn’t. And much less the man being Miguel??? No way.

You let out a sigh and slowly lifted your head up and took a bite of your food in front of you, trying to zone in onto the conversation that Kate and Logan were having, but you could only do so for a few seconds at a at most. Finding your eyes drifting to Miguel’s table from time to time, a glimpse of him wrapping his arms around her waist here, a peak of him lightly kissing her neck there, it made you feel sick to your stomach. Wanting to make you puke the half of your sandwich you’ve eaten. Your lucky you were too far to hear the girl’s giggling or Miguel whispers in her ear, you felt like if you could have hear them as well as see, you’d have to leave the building in order to keep yourself from getting too-

“Jealous?” Logan’s word’s snapped you out of your thoughts, you let out a hum as you turned to face him, seeing the knowing smirk on his face. “He’s probably trying to just make you jealous.” He shrugged, but Kate’s face scrunched up in disagreement.

“Or maybe he got tired of you ignoring him and he moved on.” Kate said, popping a fry in her mouth. Logan gave her a questionable look, one that almost looked like he was asking her “you seriously think that?”.

“Can we not talk about this anymore? I’m already too busy this month to think about some hockey player.” You spat out last words that came of your mouth like they were poisonous, and although Logan agreed with your hatred for hockey players, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit at your dramatics.

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“I’ll see you later honey~”

Miguel had to stop himself from cringing, as he opened the girls car door for him, “you too.” He mumbled back with a half-ass smile, as she got in, before he closed her car door and she drove off. “Finally…” he sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

Maybe Miguel shouldn’t have picked a girl that was so clingy to try and make (Y/N) Jealous, but it’s too late now since you’ve already seen him with her around campus, so there was no going back. Okay, that’s a lie, he could totally dump her, but he was too stubborn. He’s thought about it, but then he’d think about how it would make that pretty little face of yours scrunch together in annoyance whenever he’d kiss the blonde on her neck, or how you’d not-so-obviously be glaring at him from across a room whenever he’d rest his hands on the girl’s hips. What was the girl’s name again? He’s been seeing her for a week and he still can’t remember, he should have written it down on a sticky note or something.

I mean he really didn’t care about her, all he cared about was you. He knew he was being a major A-hole, but in all fairness, when wasn’t he?

Once Miguel reaches his dorm, he opens the door to find Peter laying on the floor, a blunt between his lips, and the room covered in smoke, the pungent smell of Cannabis filling the small cramped room despite the window being open and the two lit candles on the nightstand. Miguel quickly steps into the room and closes the door behind him, before fixing the towel Peter had pushed up against the crack between the floor and the edge of the door, to prevent too much of the smell from leaking out.

“How long are you gonna keep this up?” Peter asked as he took a long drag from the blunt, his bloodshot eyes slowly wandered over to meet Miguel’s. Miguel didn’t need to ask Peter about what he was referring to. Miguel opted to stay silent instead, kicking his shoes off and placing them next to the door, before walking over to sit on the floor, leaning against his bed as Peter sat up and took the joint from between his lips into his hand and offered it Miguel would gladly accept it.

Taking a deep inhale, he felt the smoke fill his lungs as they felt like they were being lit a flame, being a hand up to his chest to help soothe the temporary burning sensation as he coughs a bit, puffs of smoke leaving his chapped lips, before he instinctively licked them. After a few more moments of silence that felt longer than it should have, Peter spoke up again.

“You both are acting like a bunch of middle schoolers.” He stated as he took the blunt back from Miguel.

“You don’t know what your talking about, your fucking high Parker. Literally.” Miguel shook his head as he sat back more against his bed, feeling the effects of the joint already start to take effect on his body.

“I don’t need to be sober to see that both of you are into each other, but both of you are too stubborn to say anything.” Peter deadpans.

“Can’t we have this conversation when we aren’t getting stone?”

“If we didn’t you would get too angry.”

Miguel let out a huff, knowing Peter wasn’t wrong. He took the blunt from Peter’s hand and took another hit. If he was gonna have have this conversation right now, he needed to be really fucking high.

“Miguel, as your best friend, and your dorm mate,” Peter places a hand on Miguel’s shoulder, “I want to tell you this in the most honest but respectful way, okay?” Peter raised a brow as he waited for some sort of response from Miguel, which he got in the form of a head nob. “You’re being a fucking idiot. Stop acting like a high school fuck boy that plays mind games and just talk to her. I get you don’t believe in ‘talking about feelings’ or whatever. But you can’t just mess with her and expect shit to sort itself out.” Miguel looked at Peter with a confused look, wondering we’re all of this sudden wisdom came from, maybe it was the wee- “wanna order McDonald’s?” Peter asked with a shit-eating grin, causing Miguel to let out a heavy sigh. That’s the Peter he knows.

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[r0-boat]

[Request]

Cynthia fills you up with that FAT STRAP 🙏🥵❤️‍🔥✨

∾ 【 Rouge Anon 】

GIRRRRLS MOARRR GIRRRRLLSSS

Cynthia x gn! Reader

This was supposed to be porn but it ended up turning into something really sweet :,)

( when the Volo leaks into Cynthia my bad lol)

The Champions eyes burned her head pounding, yet there were still mountains of paperwork to finish... Cynthia sitting alone at her desk in a bedroom that wasn't her own miles away from her lover.

Her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose throwing her pen to the side, only to sign frustration as she watched it roll off the table.

Cynthia loves her job she truly does but sometimes the job of a champion was too much... instead of being cooped up in a hotel doing mountains of paperwork for a meeting she will have tomorrow, while she much rather spend that time cuddling up to her partner in front of a warm fireplace, drinking hot cocoa as the diamond dust flutters to the ground blanketing Sinnoh in pure white.

Maybe she should finally take her vacation hours... it would be nice to have some time for just you and her. Cynthia grumbles resting her chin on the desk.

She just wishes you were here right now....

She could be doing so many things with you... to you.

Mmm... it has been quite a while since she's last touched you...

Her head perked up when a knock at her hotel door snapped her out of her thoughts.

Strange she didn't remember ordering anything to her room?

Cynthia stretched when she got up from her chair walking over to the entrance of her hotel room her eyes wide and when she saw a familiar pair of eyes staring back at her when she opened the door. Did Arceus answer her prayers?? Hear you were standing right in front of her a smile on your face and a backpack on your back.

"Baby?! What are you doing here?" Cynthia couldn't help but smile, when you threw yourself into her arms.

Your girlfriend snuggled her head into your shoulders wrapping her arms around you giving you a loving squeeze.

Her heart fluttered when you peppered kisses on her face.

"I missed you."

Aw you came all this way to see her she missed you too but technically she is still at work and this work needs to be done.

" I miss you too but, baby I do have a meeting tomorrow so-"

You frowned " Please let me stay just for a little bit, and then I'll go back home,"

Your eyes deep and full of love she knew she could never say no to you.

" oh all right... " she relented " but only for a short while I've been feeling stressed out all week and all I want to do is finish this work."

You put your backpack down on the ground perking up a little when she mentioned being stressed.

Your poor girlfriend was stressed out from work and here you were your body craving her so much so that you traveled all the way out just to see her.

"I- I could probably help with that," you stutter. The heat already rushing to your face.

You could feel her eyes on you.

"Oh?" Shivers run down your spine, you could hear the smirk on her face. Your hands tremble as you slowly and zip your backpack, pressing your thighs together knowing that your girlfriend right behind you could see what was inside

" Did my sweet partner come all this way just to get fucked?"

Oh sweet Sinnoh...

Your back arches when her fingertips graze over your shoulder.

" not what I had in mind tonight, but how could I possibly refuse when you offer your body as a toy for me to take my stress out onto."

A whimper escapes your throat as you take out the toy and harness out of your backpack.

" On the bed. Don't expect me to be gentle."

"yes ma'am." You obey laying over the edge of the bed and spreading your legs your fingers playing with the rim of your pants before sliding them down off of you. Cynthia's teeth sink into her lip. She could never get over how quickly you submitted to her.

Her hand slips under your shirt helping you take it off leaving you bare in front of your girlfriend who is still fully clothed. Your hand wanders to her pants only for your hand to be slapped away.

"No, I like this you underneath me naked, pathetic, and horny, where you belong"

Oh fuck... if this is what Cynthia's like when she's stressed then you should visit her on her trip more often.

She purrs when she feels yourself back against your hand, her fingers playing with your sex. Her fingers just barely grazing against your entrance threatening to penetrate.

The head of her plastic toy pressed against your entrance; for a moment, she thought about shoving the entire thing inside you. Watching you squirm and ride as she feels you up with her fat cock in one thrust. But instead, she watched as you slowly engulfed her cock, your tight hole stretching around her length.

Watching you grasp at the bed sheets, your whole body shaking while pushing yourself against her, hungry for more.

She flips you over on your back wanting to see your face twist in pleasure.

Her Pace almost immediately picks up, practically slamming into you with each thrust.

Her big cock reaching the deepest parts of you,

She knows every part of your body, she knows exactly how you like it she knows how to make your toes curl and cum for her.

Grabbing a hold of your legs she folds you in half your legs resting over her shoulders pulling you closer towards her, she pounds down into you.

You tighten around her already so close.

" you're so cute like this, almost makes me want to ruin you~"

You felt her hands wrap around your neck, making you see stars as you cum for her. Creaming around her cock as she continues to drill into you. You are your back trying your best to silence your screams of pleasure.

"That's it, cutie. Keep cumming for me; I'm not done with you yet. You're going to be good for me, and take it until I'm satisfied. Maybe if you're good, really good, I'll let you stay and warm my cock while I finish my work. Doesn't that sound lovely?"

[alelathedragon]

Word Girl AU: I almost killer her...

Part 2!!!

Narrator: Last time on… WORRRRRD GIRRRRL! Tobey threatened to crush the city!!! A G A I N!!! But this time has threatened Word Girl with the power of Lexonite! Will she be able to escape his desperate hands? Will she be forced to live a life of constantly forced playdates? WILL TOBEY STOP BEING SUCH A DUMMY AND LISTEN TO HER???!!! Find out… Maybe in this episode of… WORD GIRL!!! "

WG: " C'moooooon TOOOOOBEYYYYYY, what's the matter?? Afraid your mommy will yell at you for getting your shoes dirty??? "

" Ye- N O!! of course …. Not!! Of course not I just don't see the fun in splashing around in… Puddles," he said with a cringe on his face, reaching up to adjust his glasses as Word Girl jumped and made another splash in the muddy puddle getting more onto her already dirty super hero suit.

WG: " Yeah.. I'm sure that's totally the reason. "

" Aren't we supposed to be doing things that we BOTH…. enjoy?? "

WG: " hmmmm I dunno, kinda hard to enjoy myself when I'm being THREATENED to have a good time. "

" GRRRRRHHHMMM!!! " He took a deep breath in and then let it back out.. putting up his hands in a defensive manner before folding them behind his back " Alright… It's fine we have plenty of day to spare after all~ hmhmhm… Besides it wouldn't be all fun to just… Be in control of the entire thing… Some things have to be natural. "

Word Girl scowled with a roll of her eyes and continued to jump in the mud with an even more salty attitude to her… Tobey didn't get it. Word Girl was never his biggest fan, but they've had nice moments together, so what if he was using a new tactic to anchor her to his level??? What was different now than all the other times, why was she so… So… Furious at him??? His robits were well behaved, not destroying a single hair on anybody's head. He made robits to PROTECT this city while she was occupied!! To him, everything was the same… He's threatened her to hang out with him various times or even lied to her about a tracker remote so she would spend time with him naturally… Though now it could last! She wouldn't be whisked away by any other problems of any kind, it was just them and his heart fluttered at the thought. He turned his attention back to the girl hero who jumpscared him by being right beside him again.

" GHHH HUH!?!? "

WG:" Hehe.. I'm done jumping… Figured you'd want me to hold your hand again.. or else and what not. "

She offered her hand to him and his face got all red… Thoughts scattered in his mind and a hint of guilt rose up in the depths of his throat… But he quickly swallowed them and grabbed her hand in his once again. He wouldn't be able to live out this fantasy forever!! … Maybe… So he might as well take what he can get hmhmhm!!

" You know… By now you would usually have defined something… Won't you? I want to hear you define something. "

WG: " …..I can try, Lexonite makes it harder for me to define things, Tobey. "

" I know… But it's only a little bit, I did my best scientific research for the best amount of the meteorite to use on you~! "

Word Girl's brow twitched: " charming… "

" Oooh define that~ define… Charming~ "

She pinched her nose, rubbing it some before her eyes cast to the sky as she thought some, " Charming…. Charm… Charmed… To be Charming is to be… Good… you like it a lot uuuuuhhhh… "

She struggled some. Tobey opened his mouth, but she shoved her free hand to his face. " I got it, I got it…. Charming is to like something, it's really good and nice. Like the summer breeze is charming to feel against my face. "

They both went silent for a minute, Tobey reaching up to rub the back of his head a little before he snickered some.

WG: " What?? It's not my fault okay??!! "

" I know… heeheeheeheee… I just heeheeheehee… you're still cute even while trying your best just to fail heeheehee! "

WG: " Wh- "

" UH I MEAN… LOOK A BIRD-"

He tugged on her to pull her along the park more and head towards the public library as they could both find enjoyment there that wasn't so… Messy! And …. Nature…y!! When they got there Word Girl was a bit more excited than before, given her passion for reading, going over to the reading spots to pick the optimal one….

WG: " Right here. " She smiled some as she circled a cozy little spot near the wall that had bean bag chairs and a lamp that you could adjust to your liking. Tobey shrugged,

" Ah yes… I've grown quite fond of this spot myself, even if I must share it with Becky Botsford… This is her favorite reading spot too. "

WG laughed a bit: " Well what can I say? It's a really good spot… Anyways let's get some books! What were you thinking? "

" Oh… Uh… I was thinking that we could split up and grab the ones we want to share with each other the most! Not a… Favorites kind of thing, but just enjoying specific ones?? Together?? "

Word Girl tilt her head some but then got a very stern thinking face, " The books I want to share the most… That's just as impossible as asking me for my favorites though!!! "

Tobey laughed some: " Y-ehehes I know, Word Girl, but I think it will be a great bonding experience!! Now just make sure you do Not fly off and try anything or eeeeeelse~ "

Her current smile turned back into a disappointed frown. " Right… I had almost forgotten about the whole robots thing… Maybe we could have actually had a good time if you didn't feel the need to bring it up. "

She quickly walked away as he rose an arm up towards her, wanting to stop her, but he bit his lip and looked away in shame… No… No it's okay Tobey… She loves reading SOOOOO much that she'll probably forget all about it once again! Then you can both get ice cream!! You can use your pocket money to pay for her, she'll be so impressed! Thus he went off in a different direction to pick out his own books that he wished to share… Or he would have if it was easy, Word Girl was right! How is he supposed to pick just a few? These engineering books weren't just informative but inspiring! Then there were books about fictional super heroes.. some of his favorites were Jean Montone, Dr. Oddone, and a fanmade one specifically made off Word Girl: Literature Lady.

Strong but smart super heroes that used their intellect and powers to save the day… Well except his favorite real favorite, Dr. Destruction, who was a villain, buuuut hey they can't all be good. Eventually, he found himself back at the spot they had picked for sharing books and the lights were on in the library, he must have spent hours looking for the perfect books to show Word Girl- and seems she did too! As she was only coming back at the same time with what looked like two books from every single aisle in the library, the entire Pretty Princess collection, and every single Thesaurus and Dictionary the library had- Tobey gawked a little bit with big eyes that slowly became love struck as he got a squiggly smile. Only she could do something like that and look cool…

WG: " It was really hard not just picking up every book the library had! I love all the books because they all have something good they can share! "

Tobey snickered and motioned to the rolling cart he had borrowed to carry his own books over since he did not have super strength and currently didn't have any small robots on him to help him in the library. " Y-y hehehes I see~! I actually had quite the difficult time myself, there are just so many good ones that I- "

WG gasped and flew over to nab a book off his pile to hold it in front of her, " Dr. Oddone!! I LOVE!! Dr. Oddone!! His powers are so surreal as he goes to other planets and solves what would seem to be impossible problems! Not an unrealistic story if I say so myself since y'know snort I'm from a whole different planet and all! "

" Y-yes! Actually I didn't think of that… I just really enjoy how he is able to not just use his amazing powers to save the day but his ingeniously high IQ too! And to think he used to be such an … An uhhh- "

WG: " -Entitled? "

" Yes! An entitled man that was only in it for the money… How a bit of… Uhmm- "

WG: " -Humility? "

" Uhm…yes.. again thank you ahem how humility changed a man. "

WG snorted again and put the book down before going to sit in the spot while grabbing her own book to share. Looking up at Tobey with a genuine smile… His cheeks felt warm as he approached her and- sat ….down…be-SIDE HER!!!!!! HGGGG! His heart was racing at 10 miles per hour right now, he's never had such a meaningful heart-to-heart with Word Girl before. She moved her arms so the book she had was in front of both of them, he was so happy…. Until he read the cover of the book and his eyebrows rose some in confusion.

" 'Empathy and You'? This is the first book that Word Girl, super hero of the city… Wants to share more than anything else? "

Word Girl gave a bit of a side eye look while shrugging, " IIIIIIII think it has some really meaningful lessons in it like: how to feel compassion for others, thinking about how your actions impact the world.. ooo look at this one- "

She opened the book and put her finger to a paragraph to which Tobey was not impressed but .. he couldn't just say no. The deal was to collect what books they wanted to share and share them, so he went along with it and read the book with her…

Hours Later

Tobey lifted up his glasses and rubbed his eyes some with the back of his hand as Word Girl finished reading aloud the last book they were going over together: 'How to Know if You are Feeling Guilty and What You can do to Solve the Problem.'

WG: " yaaaaaaawn oooomf… Man… What time is it? " She looked up at the nearest clock and her eyes widened as she suddenly zipped up from her spot, putting her hands to the sides of her head " OH NO!! I'm gonna be late for dinner!! We must have been called back hours ago!! Here Tobey, I'll put away all the books I need to go! "

" D-don't forget to meet me at my house tomorrow! "

WG: " Uh huh, sure. " She said quickly as she zipped off in a hurry to put away all the books… Tobey got up and did a big stretch, cracking his back and yawning once again. They spent nearly all day in the library bonding over books!! Word Girl even seemed a bit impressed when he showed her a book that wasn't engineering!! And even when he did, he got to explain how the words functioned in robots!! Of course she knew what the words meant, however, she didn't understand the fundamentals of building them in a live robot hehehehehe~💖 Even her books were more or less very interesting.. he didn't really get into the Pretty Princess stuff as much as she was, but he enjoyed listening to her talk about it for a long period of time. Going over the dictionary together was pretty neat as he learned some new words and she rambled about the word's history a little bit. She's so beautiful~ Using one of his robots on standby to carry him home, upon getting inside he was greeted to the smell of a wonderfully made stew by his mother. After going to the table to sit down, he thanked his mom and chowed down before immediately going upstairs to get ready for bed.

As he brushed his teeth… He felt a tug in his chest that he didn't understand. This weight of feelings inside him that seemed to come out of nowhere.. he wondered what it was but ultimately was to tired to keep worrying about it and went to bed thinking about what he would do with Word Girl tomorrow….

His eyes shut and his head was filled with childish glee as he was carried around the city by Word Girl and they took in the sights together.

" This is amazing Word Girl, you have such a way with flying~ "

WG giggled… But then her voice became serious, " Too bad this can't be genuine, right? ….Power Freak. "

His eyes widened some as he looked up to see Word Girl scowling at him, sweat beaded his head. " Wh- what? What are you talking about? Word Girl why are you- "

She sneered: " -Why am I??!!? You have the audacity to ask me why I'm being mean when YOU are holding me against my will!?? I knew we could never get along.. I don't even know why I humor you and tell your mom. You deserve to rot in jail. "

" W-Word girl!?? " He looked down to see the Lexonite necklace on his body and he panicked. " N-no!! You don't understand!! I … I mean yes I'm using it, b-but-!! "

She shook her head and he felt her hands loosen their grip. " 'But' nothing… I'm just a toy like the city… " she let go, " aren't I…. THEODORE? "

" NOOOOOOOOOOOOO- " Tobey flung himself up from his bed as his voice cracked, " NO! NO PLEASE WORD GIR- "

He panted some as his vision took in his surroundings, his chest was pounding as he felt the weight of his body being supported by his bed and not at the mercy of the wind from falling from a ridiculous height. A…..a nightmare …. Just a nightmare.. Tobey… He rubbed his eyes some just to realize that his face was wet. Pulling his hands away, he saw the tears forming at the sides of his eyes and a hicc escaped the back of his throat.

" MOMMMMYYYYYYYY " He got up out of bed and went running to his mother in tears, spending the rest of the night by her side….

The Next Morning

Tobey was awake bright and early, sneaking out of his mother's bed to head back to his own room and sit upon his rocking chair. Face going into his hands as he groaned. What was that dream?? Word Girl would never say those things to him, let alone drop him from that height to his demise… Right, because it was all a stupid nightmare!!! Nothing more! It didn't mean anything, it was just his doubts about this plan working out like he intended….. Mmmmmmmm…. He sat there for a bit 'til he heard their doorbell ring and he perked up.

" I got it! " He quickly got changed and brushed his hair, then proceeded to run down the stairs and go to the front door and look out the spy glass to see!! Word Girl!! ….and… A giant Roboooot ARM!?!?!

He flung the door open and gazed at the giant robot arm in dismay, going to his knees. " MY- MY ROBITS!!! "

Word Girl gave a smug grin. " H e h ~ what's the matter, Tobey? I wake up too early for your liking? I came over like you saaaaid~ "

His fists clutched and shook as a low grumble came from the boy, " GRRRRRR! HOW DARE YOU!! "

WG: " Easily. "

" You weren't supposed to defeat them while I was in bed!! "

WG: " And let the robots menacingly stand over the city threatening the city AND the rest of my weekend? Ye-ah hah! No. I don't think so. " She folded her arms as Tobey scowled at her, pointing a finger.

" You may have won this time Word Girl… But there is plenty of Lexonite in the galaxy, and I will have my perfect playdate you hear me!?!?! "

WG sighed and face palmed: Tobey…… No… How could I expect you to have learned anything from yesterday…. There's nothing for you to feel guilty about… Is there…. "

Tobey sweat some and fiddled his fingers before clearing his throat and scoffing " of course not, your little lie about it being life threatening was nothing more than that; a lie… Besides anytime I ask you if we can hang out without a giant Robit being there you say no! "

They both were silent, Word Girl just shaking her head some before flying away. Tobey folded his arms in a pretzel and turned around only to be greeted by his mother in her robe giving him the Mom Glare. Reaching to grab his ear and drag him inside- grounding him for the rest of the week…

Thanks to @femboi-rayne for proof reading and fixing my spelling mistakes!! It's really pog of you and I appreciate it :3

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[bloomingdarkgarden]

love your work and looking forward to the next chapter of WBITD!

girrrrl me too. she's so close to being ready to share.

As soon as I get off this wildfire I'll finish the last little bit of Ch.30 and post her. I can't post weekly during fire season so chapters are taking a little longer to edit/ share. I hiked 15 miles through burning terrain yesterday. The animals were leaving. I was heading into the belly of the beast 🔥��‍🚒🥾

august has been wild.

pray for rain, people.

oregon burns.

[dr-lizortecho]

Liz Ortecho of course

My girrrrl! Sorry- imma try and make this brief instead of yelling about her, lol

First Impression: That she was gonna be so beloved to me- that she was strong willed and smart and witty and tortured. And of course that she was thinking ahead- analyzing information and emotion as it registered.

My Impression Now: Pretty much the same- just that I now know so many more faucets of her character. And everything she is capable of.

Favorite Thing About That Character: Her heart. She just loves so big and so fiercely. She’s also- just, values life so much? Like this is a woman who couldn’t not save (very important distinction to killing) the villian who murdered her sister and derailed her life. She is just so purely good in her bones.

Least Favorite Thing: Nothing. She is perfect. Biting anyone who says otherwise. (But on another note- ummmmm Hollier’s lack of understanding of her character and half assed writing- idk it wasn’t even half assed? more like full assed and then some???)

Favorite Line/Scene: oh! “I chose regenerative medicine as my focus when you died- ‘cause I was broken. And I wanted to repair the irreparable. It's an ethics nightmare. I have been spit on by protesters and shut down by the government. I've worked on tiny rat hearts my whole life- waiting until someone in power would believe that I could do this with people too. And over and over, old men on boards have told me to stay in my lane. To calm down. To wait. But I can do this. Noah's heart is shriveled and weak- just like he was. But I'm gonna fix it. Max gave me back the only thing I've ever lost that mattered to me. Now it's my turn.” with her cute little forehead bandaid from Kyle <3

Favorite Interaction That Character Has With Another: oooffff- all of them? Idk- maybe her snuggling Maria in 1x13, or her telling Rosa she used to dream about her in 2x05, or snuggling Max in 2x10

A Character I Wish That Character Would Interact With More: Never enough scenes with Rosa and/or Arturo!

Another Character from Another Fandom That Reminds Me of That Character: Eurydice (Hadestown) and Cisco Ramon (The Flash)

A Headcanon About That Character: She’s obsessed with whales- humpback whales to be exact. They’re her special interest. Oh yeah- she’s autistic btw.

A Song That Reminds Me of That Character: Castle by Halsey (so much Halsey tbh)

An Unpopular Opinion About That Character: I love her for her. Also, I think she’s kind and a great friend and the perfect damn lead for the show <3

Favorite Picture:

send me a character <3

[writingwife-83]

Fun prompt list! I’d like to request:

“when someone's like… i don’t know… hurt or something… and the other person's like… tending to their wounds… and then just… wrap their lover their arms, thankful they’re alive”

For Sherlolly please 🥺🥰

Girrrrl, this one gave me all 👏 the 👏 feels! 👏 this Victorian au arranged marriage scenario is what came to my mind the second I saw this prompt and I’m real happy with how it turned out. Thanks so much for sending it! 🥰 and I’ll be posting on ao3 shortly!

I Was So Afraid

Sherlock wrung out the cloth in the basin of warm water, gingerly lifting it once again to dab against the side of Molly’s neck, his brow knit together as he continued cleaning and examining the cut.

“Are you sure stitches won’t be necessary?” Sherlock questioned softly, gazing up at her. It wasn’t often that he was in such a position, but he’d insisted she take his chair by the fire, and he pulled up a little step stool so he could sit nearby and tend to her wound.

“I’m very sure. It stopped bleeding before we even arrived home, and it is rather shallow. It stings of course, but that cannot be helped.”

Sherlock’s fingers steadied his wife’s shoulder as he continued gently wiping the dried blood away from her skin, his eyes drifting over the rest of her as he did. She looked so heartbreakingly small in her chemise and drawers as she sat by the fire. So easily breakable.

He knew she wasn’t. There were a thousand and one ways that his new wife had proven to be one of the strongest people he’d ever known. Not the least of which was the fact that she’d taken him on as husband in the first place. He hadn’t made it easy for her, and he knew it. He felt it most acutely at that moment.

Sherlock brushed his fingers against the neckline of her chemise, touching the small blood stains that had even managed to mar her undergarments. His lips pressed together, the dried blood against the delicate lace somehow punctuating the ache in seeing his wife in such a state.

“Sherlock?”

He looked up at her, swallowing thickly and knowing that his eyes must be red rimmed and glassy in the firelight.

“I was so afraid,” he breathed. “When he put that knife to your throat. I thought you might- I thought this might be over, before it had really even begun.”

Molly blinked back at him, then offered him a small smile. “I was afraid too.”

Sherlock shook his head. “It all happened so fast, and I barely had time to think.”

“You did just fine,” she assured him. “After all, you’re the reason it’s as superficial a cut as it is.”

“No, I’m the reason it happened in the first place!” Sherlock ground out. “If I hadn’t insisted we go after him tonight, if you hadn’t felt pressured to come with me for fear I’d be reckless without Watson, and it I hadn’t-“

“I wanted to come with you tonight!” Molly insisted vehemently. “I want to be part of your life, all of it! I want this to be more than the arranged marriage that it started as. And I wanted to prove that to you!”

Sherlock let out a little growl. “But don’t you see?! You shouldn’t have felt the need to prove anything to me! If I hadn’t closed myself off to you and stubbornly refused to let myself feel-“

Sherlock grit his teeth, cutting off the words that he hated to admit were true. Setting the rag back in the basin of water, he hung his head for a moment, heaving a sigh and releasing everything that he’d allowed to weigh him down all these months. He let it go, and instead he gave in to what he’d been needlessly resisting.

Leaning in from where he sat on the stool, Sherlock wrapped his arms around Molly’s slight form, pressing his face unabashedly into the warmth of her stomach and reveling in the gift of her being there with him, alive and well. He felt her jolt in surprise for just a moment, but then he felt her hands come to rest upon him. One hand against his back and the other slipping into his hair, fingers dragging across his scalp and then closing in a gentle fist. She leaned over, placing a kiss against his head and letting her lips linger there.

“I’d have wanted to be with you tonight anyway,” Molly whispered, a slight grit to her voice that made his hold tighten. “Even if I didn’t have anything to prove. Because I meant what I said. I just want to be part of your life.”

Sherlock tilted his head up to gaze at her. “Our life, Molly. That’s what it shall be from now on.”

Molly grinned wide, taking hold of his face and dragging him up toward her waiting lips. But he quickly deduced that his brilliant wife was as gifted in the art of seduction as she was in the world of science and medicine. Because she offered merely an intoxicating touch before pausing once again, leaving him parched for more.

“Yes, husband,” she whispered in agreement. “And what a marvelous life it shall be.”

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YOU'LL COME BACK TO ME, NICK LEISTER.

A/N This is the second part of "She", Nick's fic that I owed you all. With this I officially close Nick's Masterlist.

PAIRING Nick Leister x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Angsty, fluff at the end, mentions of alcohol.

SUMMARY After Nick confessed to you—unintentionally—that he still had feelings for you, you decide to break off your engagement to your fiancé.

SONG Sirena by Cali y El Dandee.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST | PART ONE

After that night you never saw Nick again in a pair of days.

It was ironic that just those two days ago he would have given everything in his power to have you back in his life and now all he does is avoid you at all costs. All out of jealousy and because in one way or another he was hurt.

To drown the pain he tried to look for you in other girls. Your caresses the way you looked at him, the way you hugged him, the way you kissed him. But none of them were you, he only wanted you.

“Damn it, y/n.” He cursed under his breath as he downed a shot of tequila, feeling the burn of the alcohol go down his throat towards the pit of his stomach, trying to ease the pain he had right there when he remembered you.

He felt an arm and a delicate hand caress his shoulders seductively, he tensed but did nothing to remove the touch.

"You look lonely," declared a beautiful girl, he looked at her and didn't know if it was the effect of the alcohol that was starting to make him hallucinate, but the girl in front of him looked very similar to you. That got him hooked. The girl leaned her face dangerously towards his, murmuring against his lips. "I can fix that..."

And then their lips met, but at all times he compared that kiss to the ones you and he shared when you were younger.

On the other hand with you, you were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, having Nick on your mind all the time, you hadn't been able to get him out of there since he left the restaurant.

Almost as if you had summoned him, his father, William, called to you.

"Hello?" You frowned, answering your phone.

“y/n, thank god, do you know where Nick is?” That confused you even more, why would his father think he was with you? "The last time I talked to him he was drunk, he said he just wanted to see you and I thought he would be with you."

There was your answer.

"Uh no, he's not with me, since when hasn't he shown up?"

"Two days." By that step you had already left your bed to go out to look for him. You couldn't let anything bad happen to him.

"I think I know where he may be, I'll call you later, William." You grabbed your car keys, leaving your room and heading downstairs.

"Okay, good luck."

"Bye." After hanging up you left your house and got into your car to start driving towards the bar where he was always when you were seventeen and they let him in because of the influence he had.

When you arrived and entered the place, you looked everywhere for the black-haired man until you found him sitting in the private section of the club, with a girl sitting on him, practically sucking on each other faces.

For his good luck you also had influence in the city, so they let you into the private section and you walked over to where he was.

"Nicholas." you called out to him and he immediately separated from the girl as soon as he recognized your voice. His eyes were a little glossy and his lips were swollen and full of lipstick.

"Pretty girrrrl." He drawled, getting up from the couch which caused you to receive several dirty looks from the two girls who were with Nick.

His arms wrapped almost entirely around your body and the smell of the alcohol and fragrance on his body drifted into your nostrils.

"Nick you can't do this disappearing for days thing." you threatened and he let your body go, shrugging with an amused smile.

"Why not? You left me."

"I do not..."

"Yes you did," he giggled, but the truth was that it hurt him inside to have you in front of him and not be able to kiss you. "You know, I've tried to look for you in all the women that have come my way but I haven't achieved anything." The words came out slurred by the state he was in but you didn't dare to stop him. "But I'm going to make it," he approached your face as if he wanted you to hear him well, it hurt you to see him hurt like that, but you didn't know that he still felt the same way he did four years ago for you, after all you had lost every type of contact. "and although I know well that if there is no other, I will look for you in another lips and in the end I will find you."

“Nick, please…” you tried to take his hand but he pulled it away.

"It will be your fault if I die, because I can't touch you anymore and once again I'm going to lie to myself that I'm capable of loving someone other than you," This time he was the one who took your hand. "but I will find you."

"Let's talk about this when you're more sober, okay? Your father is worried, come on." You guided him towards the exit of the club and then put him in the passenger seat and tried to put the seat belt on him.

"I can do it myself." He patted your hand and you sighed, closing the car door to walk to the other seat.

The whole way to his house you thought about his words, was it possible that he felt the same as you?

The compromise you had been involved in had only been for the good of your father's company, because he wanted your fiancé's parents' company and yours to join together.

But that wasn't what you wanted.

As you parked outside the Leister mansion and tried to get out to help him, his words stopped you.

"You'll come back to me, mark my words." You tried to say something but then he got out of your car while you saw William coming out to pick up his son at the entrance of the house. He looked at you from a distance gratefully and you nodded with a small smile.

It was about a month that you didn't hear from Nick again, but this time because you avoided him, you needed to know what you felt so you could know what you would do about it.

Meanwhile he woke up in other rooms that weren't his, next to another person that wasn't you, trying to find what was left of his heart, wanting to fall in love with another kiss to get you out of the way so he could forget you.

But he remained a slave to the past, knowing that you are not by his side. From the moment you had left through that door at the airport, he had not been able to forget you and even less could he do so now that you returned.

When the supposed big day arrived, just as he remembered the wedding date would be, that time he stayed at home all day.

He left his room in the afternoon and frowned when he saw his family in the living room.

"I thought you would be at the wedding."

"There was no wedding." You said, entering the room with a tea in your hand. He turned around slowly upon hearing your voice.

"What? Why?" He frowned and you smiled at him, leaving your tea on one of the small tables in the living room. He watched his father and stepmother leave the room to give them more privacy.

"Because he wasn't the person I saw myself married to when I was seventeen." You confessed making Nick's heart beat rapidly, making it worse when you took his hands and intertwined your fingers with his.

"What?" You interrupted him by pressing your lips to his, standing on your tiptoes to grab his cheeks.

And then there it was, what Nick looked for so much in other women, that softness and affection with which you kissed him, there it was present again and he was going to savor every second of it.

When you pulled away your eyes were shining with affection while his were covered with curiosity but admiration at the same time.

"You were right," you caressed his cheek without taking your eyes off his. "I'll always come back to you."

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[destinyc1020]

I mean yes z has helped Tom in many ways but I wouldn’t say he spiraled without her, I think he got through just fine compared to other people considering he was going through a breakup, spiderman being taken out of the mcu and being called a cheater and having someone get a lot of hate because they were seen with him all at the same time I think he handled all of that quite well to be honest. But yes she has helped him a lot especially with how to handle aspects of his fame and he is very lucky to have her but she is also just as lucky to have him. I feel like I always see everyone always saying he’s the lucky one to have her but they always forget to mention she’s also lucky to have him cause the guy is a catch let’s be honest

Why do y'all always pitch a fit whenever anyone mentions how lucky Tom is to have Zendaya? 🥴

Anyway, as far as Tom "spiraling", that doesn't mean he hit rock bottom or turned into a crazy maniac. It just means that he was definitively NOT himself after his breakup with Zendaya. I don't think I need to go over the things we saw when they broke up. Even he himself mentioned ina recent interview last year that he didn't want to go into all of the details of what he did in order to "cope with heartbreak" (his own words). 🤨

He definitely handled things very well considering all of the things he was going through at the time, but he definitely was not himself for a lot of 2019 and part of 2020, and anyone who just looks at his old footage and pictures from that time period will be able to easily see what I mean.

Anyway.....

Idk what blogs you've been reading, but you must not be reading mine, because I've ALWAYS said that both Tom and Zendaya are super lucky to have each other.

Just because I focus on how lucky Tom is to have Zendaya on one day, it doesn't mean that she isn't lucky to have him as well. (Like what kind of reasoning is that anyway? 🥴)

Don't be so sensitive over every little thing Anon.

If you've been reading my blog, you will know that there have been PLENTY of times when I've said that Zendaya is lucky to have Tom.

Idk why you're complaining Anon....I love both Tom and Zendaya. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I think you're trying to find fault in smthg where there is none. Can't you just be happy that Tom is lucky to have Zendaya in his life? 🥴

[thatesqcrush]

Girrrrl, that Chef Harry hc?? You might've created a monster lol okay, I have a super dirty request for Chef Harry. You know what they say about men eating pinapple? What if Harry eats some and then asks reader for "help" to see if it's true? Feel free to go as dirty as you feel lmao

AN: sorry if anyone that follows me is named Mike or Emily. Those are the characters in the play and I’ve seen Seared too many times so I kind of have a good read on our hot headed chef. Also I have a copy of the play, which you can get here. Smut under the pineapple!

You come home dead on your feet, exhausted.

You’re surprised to see Harry at home. Usually he’s working late at the restaurant.

“Mike and Emily told me to go home. We’ve got a new cleaning service,” Harry replied with an eye roll.”

You notice that he’s busily whipping dinner to eat. The fragrance of garlic and spices permeate your shared apartment.

You notice that there is an obscene amount of pineapple and you call Harry out on it.

“I have a craving for pineapple,” Harry replies innocently.

You change and by the time you’re back, dinner is being plated.

Over dinner, Harry tells you about all the changes Emily is implementing and how Mike has just gone willingly with it.”

“It’s my restaurant! I don’t need anybody to help me get what I want. Emily is always butting her nose in - as if I don’t know how to run a restaurant. Emily is just some girl and I refuse to be bullied by her and Mike.

You reassure Harry that change is good. That some of the ideas she has implemented thus far have been really good.

“What’s this wine you brought home?”

“Barolo. One of the four tops didn’t finish it, so I brought it home for us.”

You inhale deeply. “It’s opened up beautifully.” You pour generous glasses for the two of you.

Harry is still really tense after dinner, so you suggest watching a movie together to help him relax.

Five minutes into the movie playing, you’re leaning into Harry, nuzzling his neck. Harry doesn’t wear cologne - it interferes with cooking - so all you smell is his own distinct scent.

Your hand slides under his worn Henley and then down to the front of his black jeans.

You leaned forward to kiss him hard. He opened his mouth, welcoming you. You slid your tongue into his mouth, licking hotly.

He returns the kiss with equal fervor, sucking your bottom lip before nipping it.

You’ve shifted so you’re seated on his lap, facing him.

Harry pulls you into a kiss once more, his hands threading into your hair. You could feel his hard cock beneath you and you roll your hips in response.

Harry looks at you, his eyes dark with lust. “Remember all that pineapple?”

You pull away, curious. “Yeah?”

“I overheard someone on the train say it helps make men taste sweeter.”

“So you want to test that theory, hmmm?”

You slink off Harry’s lap and kneel before him.

Harry stands and makes quick removal of his jeans and boxers. His cock stands proudly, thick and veiny.

It makes your mouth salivate.

You rise up on your knees so you that you are higher. You spit into your hand and reach up to jerk his cock before taking him into your mouth.

Harry hisses and he wraps both of his hands into your hair, guiding your mouth on his cock.

He grips the back of your head and eases your mouth down on his cock, until the tip is pressing against the back of your throat and you were almost gagging around him.

You close your mouth and started to suck, swirling your tongue a little.

Harry’s cock feels heavy in your mouth and the taste of his pre-cum floods your mouth. You make a quick note that it doesn’t taste as salty as usual and bob faster.

A deep throaty groan bleeds from Harry and he takes the opportunity to slide his cock just a little bit further down your throat. Spit eeks out from the corners of your mouth and drips onto the floor.

You gag and he lets you back up for air. Harry wipes some of the spit from your chin with his thumb.

You give your jaw a break and dip your head down and suck gently on his balls, as your other hand jerks him.

Harry is close; he is losing his damn mind. “I am going to cum sweetheart,” he warns.

You return to his cock, working him with you hand and mouth with more fervor. Harry’s grip on your head tightens and he begins to fuck your mouth, thrusting erratically before he stiffens. He lets out a groan and you hear him encourage you to take his load.

Your mouth is flooded with the taste of his hot cum as he releases into your mouth.

Harry shudders as the last drops of his cum release into your mouth. “That’s it, take it,” he rumbles, deep and low.

You clean his cock with and then open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show him how clean it is.

“You’re too good to me,” Harry replies as he helps you up. “So how’d it taste?”

“You definitely tasted different,” you remark. “Sweeter,” you add.

Harry cocks a brow. “Well now it’s my turn to taste you.”

The movie is long abandoned and you let out a moan as Harry begins to return the favor.

[bcdwhcre]

This is my 2nd time I'm sending a request I'm sorry this'll be my last ansjsj

Can you do a Hanji x reader where the reader and Hanji are best friends in the scouts and the reader has feelings for Hanji so they tend to act a little flirty? But the reader is actually Levi's sister and Levi finds it so obvious how much the reader loves Hanji so he just teases for her it? Hanji then overhears the reader talking about her feelings and boom! Confession! ^^

“Confessions,” Hange x Reader

Girrrrl send as many requests as you like, I don’t mind at allllllllll. Hanji Hanji, I love her and I know I spell it how it is in the dub its a habit. my apologiesssssss.

Summary: Levi’s younger sister has a crush on Hange and he finds it real obvious, teasing you until you end up confessing.

Warnings: none

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Growing up wasnt easy. You and Levi were left to starve and then trained to be full on machines, learning how to fight and defend before you were even ten years old.

Levi had tried his best to protect you, he still does to this day as the both of you worked in the scout regiment and were each made Captains.

The more time went on and days were spent all together in the room, drinking and eating. You found yourself having a big crush on Hange, you liked her confidence and the way she’s driven to the Titans and wanting to learn about them. It was crazy but you liked it.

You would even admit that you were in love with her. You would spend your days off with her, learning about her discoveries, her theories and even spent time with her when she had caught two Titans and did research on them up close.

The way she was in love with her work, the way she dedicated herself to the two Titans and was absolutely fascinated with them, even if it almost killed her on numerous occasions- it just all made you fall in love with her more.

You were in deep.

It wasn’t long till Levi had caught on, he knew you better than anyone and the way you stared at her from across the room or the way you listened to every word she said as she rambled on about pointless stuff that you knew nothing about.

He knew you had a big crush on her and he teased you about it for months on end. He made sure to be the annoying big brother that bullies his sister with jokes about how you’re soft for her, how you practically drool over her when she speaks to you.

“Just shut up, Levi.” You groaned, sitting inside his office as he laughed, shooting more playful jokes your way.

It had made you grow frustrated with your brother, he was a pain in the ass to deal with and now that he knew that you liked your fellow comrade, he couldn’t help but bug you about it.

It was entertaining to him, this was the only time he got a good laugh during the awful times of working and risking your lives to protect others.

“C’mon, it’s funny.” He rolled his eyes at your attitude but laughed about it shortly afterwards.

“It’s only funny to you, dumb ass. Why don’t you stop being a lonely old man and go find someone.” You said sarcastically, making his eyebrows furrow and shoot you a dirty look.

“I don’t need anyone. All I need is myself and you, remember that.” He simply said but you knew why he was never interested in finding someone for himself.

Levi holds up this giant wall that is three times bigger than him. He acts cold, he acts like he isn’t phased by anything but deep down, everything hits him like bricks. He convinced himself that being alone was a better option as a Scout instead of setting himself up for heartbreak and risk loving someone just to lose them to Titans.

He convinced himself that nothing was more important than family. Than you, as his little sister. He didn’t need anything else but you, losing you would be losing himself entirely.

“I’m grown, I can watch myself.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Eh, you still remind me of the five year who cried all the time.. You still cry all the time.” He joked, making you roll your eyes.

“So, are you going to tell Hange or should I?” Levi spoke up again, bringing the topic right back on the table and you groaned dramatically.

You didn’t want to talk about it any longer, the fact that a simple crush was being held over your head was annoying enough especially it being done by Levi. You wanted to punch him in the face and you were tempted to do it at this very moment.

You knew you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Hange your feelings, in the back of your head you were convinced she didn’t go in that direction, that she didn’t like women but some times it was questionable but the paranoia had lingered over you which prevented you from even thinking about telling her.

While you argued with your brother, Hange had walked down the hallway to actually look for you to help her with some theories she had in mind. She wanted to run them by you because you were the only person that showed interest and actually gave her good advice.

As she walked by Levi’s office, she overheard your voice and stopped in her tracks when her name was brought up in the conversation.

“Are you going to tell Hange or should I?”

She raised her eyebrow, tell her what? She was confused as she stood by the door, her ear up to the crack to listen to more. She hated to be nosey but she couldn’t help it when she was brought up.

“How am I supposed to tell her? It’s not as easy as you make it sound, Levi. This could either ruin our friendship or not.” You hated this, you hated the topic and you wanted to move on.

But Levi being the annoying asshole he was, he edged on and on just to watch the pure irritation on your face just for his amusement.

“C’mon, it’s not that hard. Just open your mouth up and speak.” He smirked, resting his arms on the desk as he leaned forward.

“You’re just a scary chicken.” He teased, making Hange almost giggle under her breath at the childish nickname he gave you.

But the more she stood there, the more she was intrigued with the conversation and wanting to listen to more. She had glanced down each side of the hallway to make sure no one was near or walking down to blow her cover as she continued the sneaky act.

“God, you’re so irritating. It’s not that easy for me to walk up to her and say I’m in love with you. Keep teasing me about it and I’ll kick your short ass.” You threatened him, making his laugh only grow louder.

Her eyes widen at the confession you let out. You were in love with her? She couldn’t process it or think clearly but it had definitely made her heart pound inside her chest and adrenaline run through her veins.

As you got up from the other side of the desk, telling your brother that you were leaving as he continued to giggle like a school girl. Once she heard your footsteps come closer to the door, she had practically ran down the hallway and go around the corner.

She didn’t really know what to do, should she bring this up to you? Should she just get this over with and confront you? She didn’t know and all that thinking she did, she didn’t realize you walking down the hallway in her direction until you startled her by turning the corner.

“Oh shit!” You jumped, making her jump and drop the files she was holding in her hands.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.” You admitted shyly, your cheeks growing hot as you kneeled down to scatter up the files and hand them back to her.

“It’s okay, actually- I was looking for you.” Hange abruptly said then quickly shut her mouth, that’s not what she wanted to say- now the topic was at the front of her mind.

“Oh? What about?”

“Uh, I had some theories but first I kind of wanted to get something off my chest.” She said, fixing her glasses and met your gaze with a almost worried look that made you become paranoid.

“I didn’t mean to um, listen in but I heard you and Levi talking.” She finished, making your eyes go wide and suddenly your cheeks were as red as a tomato.

“Ahh, um.” You didn’t know what to say, you started to stutter and started to look around the empty hallway to avoid her stare.

This is not what you had in mind about confessing to Hange. You couldn’t help but think if Levi was behind this sick plan, it wouldn’t be surprising if he did- he’s a selfish asshole after all.

As you stood there quietly, Hange had began to worry and clung tighter onto the files in her hands. She didn’t really know what to say and that’s coming from someone who is always talking and rambling about something.

But as she stood in front of you, watching you get all flustered up, it gave her a bit of a confidence boost to lean down and press her lips on yours, catching you by surprise completely.

You weren’t expecting this, your anxiety made you think of the worst in every situation but here she was, kissing your lips and it made your heart skip a beat at the small kiss.

When she pulled back, both of your faces flustered up and red- she had given you a cute smile and gestured you to follow her.

“C’mon, I have some theories to tell you.”

You were confused, thrown back but you followed her back to her office and she noticed how you were still quiet, probably even overthinking the small kiss you two shared.

“I hope you know that me kissing you meant that I like you too.”

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Soft soft soft🥺

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Review: Teen Wolf

I started watching Teen Wolf two Saturdays ago (May 29th?? I think) because I was bored out of my mind and I wanted something entertaining and light that I could listen to while I work on my work files. I was actually thinking of just playing The Vampire Diaries in the background since I've already watched it a couple of times but it was gone on Netflix. Then I checked out the recommended list of similar stuff and then I found Teen Wolf; so I was like, hey, why not.

Luckily (but not surprisingly), I liked it. Also, I found out that I finished the series during its actual 10th year anniversary which is dope. If I was watching it during its actual run, I think I would have been a little obsessed with it.

Few episodes in, I swear I really was like "Stiles is such a great friend! I want him as my friend." a couple of times. He's one of my favorites and I liked watching him so much that during the time when Void Stiles happen, I could totally feel how dark the episodes were. He's like one of the sources of comedy in the entire series and I felt that that was taken away too. Regretfully, he was missing during most of season 6 and to be honest if I was watching this during the actual run, it would've affected me. Deeply. The episodes that made me cry was when they were trying to remember his character because he was erased (6x8 & 6x9).

My second favorite character was Malia Tate. She's just so candid and frank. She has no filter which made her actions and suggestions either funny or ridiculously rude and yet, she didn't care. She had her own agendas and issues to deal with but her loyalty to the pack was always there. I loved her highlighter scenes and you could tell that she really was like Stiles in a way. When Dylan O' Brien was not present, she brought a lot of the comedic essence in the show.

My third favorite was Danny Mahealani because he was just so loyal to Jackson and at the same time, was a funny and kind character to others. He's a nonjudgmental character to the point that he knew his friends had supernatural powers and he didn't do anything about it. He just went by as if everything was normal and treat them exactly the same. Too bad he had to leave after season 3.

I think one of the things that separate Teen Wolf from the other supernatural series/show/movies that I've watched is that they've dealt with money problems. Like sure, Scott McCall was really powerful because he was the "True Alpha" but he had real life problems as well which couldn't be solved with him being a werewolf. Despite all the adventures that both him and Stiles had surpassed, there were still some issues that they can't get away from like hospital bills, rent and other stuff money-wise.

I agree that the ending is quite open-ended and there are still stories to tell about the characters. (Step-brother for Scott, maybe? Haha.) But I probably have a different reason why I want another season/movie/whatever. I wanted an extension because I wanted to see to it that that SOB Tamora Monroe got what she deserved. Haha. I hate her! Possibly because she was a guidance counselor who disguises herself as a concerned person but is really a big hypocrite trash that every word she let out is total BS. Like, she hated the sheriff for covering up the real identities of the people saving their small city but Gerard Argent hiding some things from her was fine. Girrrrl.🤨

Lastly, for the ships, I started to ship Malia with Scott when he was able to make her transform into a human after being a coyote/werecoyote for 8 years. I was like this is totally a meet cute. I mean, with all due respect from Stalia (I like them too but I really was going for Stydia because I think they were totally endgame), I thought that they could be together and that would be awesome and they did! I was like... "Finally! A show that pulled through!!! A good slow burn romantic relationship with no one dying on their wedding day, no one had to sacrifice his/her life to save a family member and no one had to be a gossip monger website administrator irl."😤

Okay, gun to the head, I ship Scalia but I ship Shelley Hennig and Tyler Posey more--not in an obsessive way, of course. Just in a "if-they-would-be-together-that-would-be-nice" way.

Anyway that's it. Photos ctto.

Rating: 4/5🌟

[zapphine]

some thoughts about Star vs the... yeah

So, today i wanna talk about some Star vs the forces of evil headcanons i made up. or just thoughts, not even cool conspiracy theories. I don't think this is super original or smth, but i've been rewatching the show and these ideas came up.

First of all. have you ever noticed that Eclipsa (season 3, episode 15) uses all these funny-ish childish mnemonic technics in the archive... exactly like adult Star could do? i'd never noticed that before! but the second time watching the show i knew enough information about plot and characters to pay decent attention to the scene after 'magic exam' with Baby (season 2, episode 16) when Baby tells the High Commission that only Eclipsa was equal to Star in magic powers at the same age. Without that, i don't think i would compare Eclipsa and Star that way. Only in their royal misbehavior maybe, but not their character traits.

But, knowing that after Eclipsa the royal bloodline was halted, it's kinda strange. It would be more smooth if they were related. Without that, it's more like 'oh yeah, girls with ADHS exist'. Well, not the worst plot twist, i guess.

Also, i like so much that Eclipsa is lazy like a cat and she's not ashamed of it! You go girrrrl.~

As for Star, you may hate me, but i think she is obviously stupid, but that's definitely GOOD for her. Actually, i really envy her about that! Her naïveté and her bare stupidity are the reasons why she's so strong, so resourceful. She's, like. Canceled overthinking. She does things, not thinks about them. Like a paradox of Hamlet and Don Quixote (the first one thinks but doesn't do, and the second one does but doesn't think). And she's deeeefinitely not a Hamlet. But this is why she finds resources every time to fix the mess that she made. (Although, having magic and not knowing any single repairing spell? What a shame).

Also, a few words about Jackie Lynn Thomas. She's, like, a perfect crush for everyone. She's cool and dynamic and... cool... and nice... It's hard to not like her. Seeing her was a bittersweet experience for me because you know that feeling? 'I wanna be with her or i wanna be her?' She is P, E, R, F, E, C, T. Perfect. Little Ramona Flowers without trust issues (and seven exes. probably). She is so chill. so relaxed and understanding. Marco is definitely not good enough for her.

But is she really this kind of person? What does she do after school, how does she feel when she messes up? (and don't try to tell me that she never messes things up, everyone does!)

I think she seems to be so perfect because... we don't see exactly who she is? She is depicted so perfect because we see her as Marco sees, and Star sees her also like Merco sees, and actually, you (well, okay, ME) don't need to be sorry that you are not like her. She is not real. She is a perfect crush, but we just don't know who she is outside of that box.

And now some attention to the Glossaryck. Previous time watching the show, i was really creeped out by his transformation into some doggish childish something. But now i think... It's made very clear that he is connected with the Book of spells. And when Star resurrects him, it's only one tiny tiny piece of the book left. So, it's just like only one tiny tiny part of his great powerful mind too! And then it's logical that he behaves so strangely.

And that's pretty much it for today! I'm new to tumblr so i would be glad to any feedback and reaction! See ya~

[nriacc]

girrrrl I've missed you this last few weeks, mind if I ask you to talk about something (anything) on the story? not necessarily a chapter/teaser i just love knowing more about the characters/world lol

heyyyyy! Missed yous too!!! And of course, any and all conversations about this fic are hella welcome! Sooooo part 22... it a little saucy ngl. We are going to see 2 parties. First is Wheels' redo of her 30th, that once again both bands are invited to. Lets just say that the boys aren't keeping their word... Heres a little teaser:

“Well you know what,” You point at Alex, the death stare you’re giving him making him regret what he just said immediately, “You being a dick means this whole thing doesn’t stop.”

“Does that mean youre gunna kiss me?” Matty asks with hopeful eyes but you shoot him down immediately.

“No,” You deadpan, barely glancing at your curly haired brunette as you’re still annoyed at Alex. You look at your best friend and say with vengeance, “It means that I want nothing more than to stick my tongue down Helders’ throat. But we both know I can’t do that.”

“Because I don’t make people cheat and I’ve grown out of being the cheater.” Pretending you don’t hear Y/B/F’s small laugh before she mutes it as you wrap your arm around Alex’s back. You look him in the eye and say, “So what me and you are going to do is see which mate of yours now gets a kiss to balance the playing field.”

“Lets see, you’re obsessed,” You say pointing at Alex’s chest, before making Alex step with you towards the side of the table the Monkeys are sitting at. You look from Matt, to Jamie and to Nick saying, “Married, married, engaged…”

It takes all your composure not to lose the momentum that the anger you’re feeling towards Alex dissipate, because the three men look like they want to laugh. If you hadn’t had enough of both his and Matty’s shit, you would probably laugh. But you’re done.

“And that only leaves one candidate left, doesn’t it?” You look at your best friend with a genuine smile then, but he looks like he wants to die, knowing who’s name you’re about to say.

“Miles.” You grin, patting Alex’s chest as a silent dismissal.

You try to move out of Alex’s grip but his grip on your hip tightens. You send him a dirty look which tells him that he shouldn’t start something right now.

You pull yourself out of his grip before stepping towards Miles.

[homesickhalfling]

Barry S3 E2 - my thoughts as the episode aired. What do they call that? Live blogging? Whatever I'll put it under a cut to spare you

- wow he's so hot just leaning there fuck

- title card cut always makes me laugh

- THE COOLEST GIRL IN THE WORLD ♡ Elsie Fisher!

- "people don't argue in perfectly scripted arguments"

- the music changes when he enters the room. There's like a dull hum when he's there

- A PURPOSE

- oh my god the editing is great in this show. The slow pull and one sided perspective of this conversation.

- Pacing. Cinematography. Writing. Timing. THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE A SHOW

- the head hitting again!

- yelling 😳😨 but 🥵😏

- Bill is such a FUCKING GREAT ACTOR

- the hypocrisy of her lie grows. She is writing about standing up to her abuser and getting out from under it (which was a lie) but now its clear to everyone that she never really did get out from under it because she's still being abused

- those poor girls are traumatized

- the door unlocking thing, so funny! How smart the way he sneaks in these organically funny moments into such serious ones

- Barry yelling at Cousineau in the trunk so plainly in front of the security guard that can clearly see there's no one else in the car so he is either (1) crazy and yelling to himself or (2) there's someone in the fuckin trunk???

- skinny papa moment- I've definitely had this moment in real life lmao

- the mug hehe such a tough crime boss drinking out of this silly mug

- you actually can report that to HR! You should! Domestic abuse partners showing up at work has killed many people (like that nurse a few years back) it still falls under workplace violence and harassment

- "You're a bad actor Mr cousineau" LOL

- "literally the worst date ever. I'm not exaggerating this time.. No look, he ordered MILK with dinner!" Fucking KILLED ME

- Africa by Toto again

- aww farmers market and sangria so gay

- Luke and Lorelai!!

- OMG CAITLYN RILEY HEY GIRRRRL!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU Holy shit

- D'Arcy Carden is so freaking cute 😍

- Barry flipping the script and using Cousineau's speech in his audition... wow

- "everyone deserves a second chance" 💔

- there's a lighthouse on Hanks hand (OFMD brain kicks in)

- "wait are you breaking up with me?" Nnooooo! Hes saying I love you!! Hes saying I love you too much to bear the thought of your death and I need you to live, which is why I have to leave. Amaaaazing heartwrenching writing.

- the extended sound effects as he leaves omg omg so good, way to make me laugh when I'm down

- more Metallica

- the plot exposition in this show is so *chefs kiss* my favourite thing about Barry is it never underestimates the audience. (Its so fucking meta and self aware) the show presents itself to a smart viewer who can glean the story development through the details in set dressing, blocking, lighting, sound, cinematography. It all works to tell the story so perfectly and doesn't try to hammer in the dumb shit we can know just from visual queues with bogged down or overdone dialogue.

- this phone call where she's apologizing after he yelled at her (1) and he's just acting like nothing even happened (2) is a very real (and again wildly self aware and meta) depiction of what an abusive and unhealthy relationship is like! She's stuck doing everything she can (making him dinner, putting on his fav music, buying him a new controller, saying she wants to hear that he's happy) just to placate this damaged man to try and keep his wrath away. This poor girl is just like me... can't keep herself away from damaged men.

-also the writing of her character to always think of herself first in every single scenario is just very organic and consistent and you'd barely notice it if she wasn't so goddam annoying

- Wilhelm scream!!!! YES BILL

- "I don't understandwhy you're leaving me" "you have too many dogs." With the visual gag of all the dogs chasing Cousineau in the background 🤣 (counted over 20 btw)

- "little girl" dude she's literally a grown ass adult

- crazy homeless man

- does he think he's dead? Omg the dog

- OMG BARRY'S THERE "we both committed a little too hard " omg omg so good omg scary 😭 scary smart and hot 🥵👌

- the seat pat!! I am delighted every second of this show

- "can you say it?" 😫 he is so broken omg that is terrifying

- *IMMEDIATELY RESTARTS EPISODE*

- "I swear on Janice's soul not to say a word to anyone".. and then he does!?!? to literally the first person he sees!!! Did she mean nothing to you? Wow

[tchallasbabymama]

Bambi

Hey y’all, here’s Chapter 7 of Playlist.

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Word count: 6300

“Ashanti”

The name passed over the king’s lips as his fiancee watched him toss and turn in his sleep. Tamala didn’t know what to do. She was so angry she wanted to smother him with his stupid silk pillows, but didn’t want to risk the whole “charged with having committed a regicide” thing. She wanted to know who this Ashanti bitch was and why her man was dreaming about her with a smile on his face. She made a mental note to butter Shuri up and ask her tomorrow.

The king rolled over away from her and continued to dream about the elusive Ashanti while Tamala snuggled deeper into the covers as a tear came to her eye. She knew he didn’t feel as strongly for her as she did for him, but she hadn’t considered there could be another woman. Could she work in the palace? Is this Ashanti even Wakandan? He travelled so much, it was a possibility…

Tamala sighed and then closed her eyes, allowing sleep to take her, but her dreams were nowhere near as good as T’Challa’s. In his dream, he and Ashanti were making love on a white sand beach on a secluded island off the coast of Greece. Every kiss, every touch felt real. He could smell the sea salt and feel her warm skin against his. The taste of her pussy lingered on his lips as he buried himself inside her over and over and over again. Unfortunately, outside of his dreamland his body was responding to his subconscious in ways he had no control over.

By the time he woke up around 6 in the morning his dick was hard as a rock. He silently shuffled out of the bed and to the bathroom, trying in vain not to wake Tamala. When she heard the bathroom door close she sat up in a huff, ready for him to come back out so she could confront him about this Ashanti girl. She waited and waited for several minutes before she got up and walked towards the bathroom door. She pushed it open slightly and caught sight of her fiance stroking his gorgeous dick in the shower. Any other time she would have gladly gotten on her knees for him at the sight, but this time it just made her sick. Even more so when she heard that name slip out his mouth again.

“Ashanti, mmm fuck just like that.”

Tamala closed the door and went back to bed, facing away from T’Challa’s side. When he returned, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close. Normally she would give in to his desire for morning sex even though she preferred sex before bed, but this time she pretended to be sleep. She just couldn’t face him yet.

T’Challa was only mildly disappointed, he didn’t enjoy sex with Tamala very much but she was there and he was horny. He wasn’t proud of feeling that way, but at least he was faithful to his fiancee in his waking hours.  He still wished he didn’t have to marry her, but at this point he couldn’t back out or his immigration proposal wouldn’t go through. The council had all the leverage over him, so he felt like he had no choice. Tamala was tolerable most days, so he could manage a loveless marriage for the rest of his life, but as far as children went, they had yet to come to an agreement. T’Challa just wanted one or two, but Tamala wanted a whole tribe of little Udakus. Just the thought of it made T’Challa nauseous, but he knew he and Tamala would have to produce at least one heir to the throne. He shuddered at the thought, not of fucking her but of that being the future he had to look forward to.

As much as he tried to not be, T’Challa was still in love with Ashanti in his waking hours, too. Everything reminded him of her, from his mother’s flowers to rainstorms…she loved the rain. He still listened to their combined playlist from time to time, reminiscing on the few short months it took for him to fall head over heels in love. He wished a lot of things in regards to Ashanti, but mostly he wished they had more time together before things went south. Maybe then she would have been able to trust him more and she wouldn’t have left…

It was a dangerous line of thinking that T’Challa cut off when it reared its ugly head. All the what-ifs were almost as bad for him as his guilty conscience, so he shook himself out of it and got up to start his day. As soon as Tamala heard the door shut she let out the tears she had been holding on to. She got up to go shower and get dressed, too. She had a long day ahead trying to figure out who this Ashanti bitch was, and her first stop would be his little sister.

——-

Oh, oh, oh

Mmm mmm mmm

Bambi, Bambi

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, my dear, my dear

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, I want you here

(Bambi)

Don’t get too near for there’s lions, beware

(Mmm bam bam bi)

Oh Bambi I won’t lie

If I weren’t in this spiderweb of mine

If grandfather never had seven wives

Then darling you would be love of my life

Oh Bambi it’s my design

To run the jungle I must be a lion

Or be a cheetah but neither is fine

Don’t wanna hurt my dear love of my life

Bambi, Bambi

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, my dear, my dear

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, I want you here

(Bambi)

Don’t get too near for there’s lions, beware

(Mmm bam bam bi)

Ashanti sang along to the song with Binta as they glided around the kitchen cooking dinner.

“Girrrrl,  I just want Jidenna to spank the fuck out of me. I’d be like ‘thank you sir, another?’” Binta swooned at his voice coming through the speakers.

“That man is capital ‘f’ fine. ‘Ruin my uterus and my life’ fine.” Ashanti joked as Kwame entered the room, swaying to the catchy beat.

“This Jidenna?” he asked.

“Mmmhm.”

“You already know,” they both answered at the same time.

“He’s ‘spit in my mouth daddy’ fine” he added.

“Ew, that’s gross!” Binta screamed at her brother while Ashanti had sex flashbacks to her time with T’Challa. There were several times he would have her stick out her tongue and he would spit in her mouth to remind her she was his dirty little-

“Ashanti!” Kwame yelled.

“Huh?”

“Girl were you even listening?” Binta asked her, knife in hand as she cut up the yams for dinner.

“Honestly no, this conversation has me horny as fuck.” she decided it was best to be partially honest, but not all the way. They didn’t need to know she was fantasizing about her ex, she’d let them continue to think she’s talking about the man behind the smooth voice tickling their ears.

“I can’t even blame you,” Binta said as the twins both laughed. Ashanti joined in and went back to her task at hand, but eventually her mind drifted back to T’Challa, “Bambi” providing the perfect soundtrack for the melancholy feeling she got from those bittersweet memories.

Sometimes I hide

When you FaceTime I text you back a lie

‘Cause I’m afraid to look back in your eyes

I’m terrified you were love of my life

The women among the tribe

They will be jealous of this lullaby

I’ll drink alone in my hotel and cry

'Cause now they know you are love of my life

Bambi, Bambi

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, my dear, my dear

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, I want you here

(Bambi)

Don’t get too near for there’s lions, beware

(Mmm bam bam bi)

Ashanti was on autopilot through dinner and was relieved to make it back to her room so she could be alone with her feelings. She missed T’Challa. Seeing him at the bazaar the other day only made things worse. She had been doing well, but then when he was in front of her and that same powerful aura she missed so much engulfed her, he had her in his trap once again. If she hadn’t left when she did she would’ve completely forgotten about the man’s fiancee and jumped on him then and there. All those feelings came rushing back to her as the smell of his cologne wafted her way and she knew she had to get out of there before she made a fool of herself. For good measure, she twisted her hips a little more as she walked away and she was sure she could feel his stare on her behind as it twitched out of view.

To distract herself, she decided to work on a necklace commissioned by the River tribe elder, but Jidenna’s words haunted her as her fingers attempted to wire-wrap a large lapis lazuli crystal point.

I wish that we were forever young

I always knew that this day would come

The fork in the road where I cannot run

Between love and many I’m loving one

I got the wedding invitation, Bambi

I’m happy that he wants to make a family

But I cannot promise I won’t run up in the church

There screaming your name, Bambi

No one can take you from me, Bambi

No one can take you from me, Bambi

No one can take you from me, Bambi

Bambi, Bambi

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, I want you here

(Ba bam bam bi)

Oh baby, don’t get too near

(Ba bam bam bi)

Oh oh oh, there are lions, beware

(Mmm bam bam bi)

Mmm mmm mmm

I don’t wanna see the wedding

I just wanna see my baby

I just wanna see my baby

Most times Ashanti loved when music spoke to her in that way, but this time she just wanted to block out his words.

The wedding…

The fiancee…

She knew her pining was in vain, and that just made it hurt more. She missed him and regretted her decision, but she really did try hard to not let it get to her. She brought it up with Jamila in therapy and they’ve spent the last couple sessions talking about that regret and learning to forgive herself. She understood the mindset she was in when she made the decision to end things, and she couldn’t fault herself for doing so out of fear. She just wished she could go back in time and do it over, or come to this realization much quicker. Now she had to see wedding coverage on every screen and hologram in the damn country. “What will the princess be wearing?”, “Will the king and future queen have a traditional wedding or more modern?”, and “Royal baby predictions: about a year?” were just some of the Bast-awful headlines she had tried to ignore as of late. It was beginning to be a bit much and she considered going on vacation until after they married since it was only a month away. She had plenty saved up and had never really done anything like that before, so she figured she’d give it a try and take herself on vacation.

Ashanti found a quaint little Air BnB in New Orleans that was well within her budget and allowed for long-term stays. She booked it on the spot, before looking for flights out of the new Wakanda International Airport and found a round trip ticket to New Orleans for $45. Once she paid, her heart rate started to pick up. She was really doing this, she was going to go to a whole other country on her own…and she needed to get a passport asap.

——-

T’Challa was hoping to fly under the radar, and so far the shades and hood seemed to be working. He had left his Dora Milaje back at the palace, much to Okoye’s dismay, because he wanted to do this alone. He wasn’t even sure what this is, but he knew he had to do something.

The king stealthily made his way to the heart of the city. He knew it was probably a bad idea, but he just had to see her again. He walked with the hustle and bustle of the crowds, going unnoticed and therefore not having the luxury of them clearing the path for him. He didn’t mind though, they weren’t rude about it.

As he waited to cross the street he noticed the kid next to him staring at him a little too hard. He checked his surroundings and lifted his shades, sending her a wink. She flashed a snaggletooth smile before saluting him and carrying on her way with her mama. T’Challa shook his head, thinking of the baby girl he wanted to have one day. Wakanda’s future queen.

Speaking of future queens, his wrist vibrated and he looked down to see that Tamala had texted him asking where he was. He rolled his eyes and ignored the message, turning the beads off for the time being.

When Taj’s was in view he stopped walking, disrupting the flow of foot traffic. A couple people cursed him out for blocking the street before he realized he was in the way. He stood on the sidewalk, staring into the storefront. He could make out her profile as she spoke to a customer and the king couldn’t help but stare at her beauty.

The king tried to take a step towards the shop, but didn’t move. He tried again, but was still glued to the spot. His legs had turned to stone and he couldn’t lift his feet to move in her direction. His eyes stayed zeroed-in on her. He watched in awe as her coily hair bounced while she nodded her head, and he missed how she spoke with her hands…it had really been too long. He tried with all his might to move again, but he was still frozen on the spot. He had decided to turn around and go back to the palace when he felt a hand on his arm. He turned to see who it was, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Bisa!”

“Hi dear,” she hugged him and looked over his shoulder at Taj’s to see that Ashanti was still busy and had turned so that her back was facing the window.

“How are you?”

“I should be asking you the same question, out here in disguise spying on my daughter,” she said playfully.

T’Challa laughed as they sat down at a table inside the Mostafa’s restaurant.

“I had planned to actually say something instead of just spying, but I, uh, lost my nerve it seems. I couldn’t go to her.”

There was silence for a moment before Bisa spoke up.

“You still love her?”

T’Challa grew silent again, knowing he shouldn’t say what he most certainly said next.

“Yes, I do.”

Bisa sat back in her chair with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yes, good. She still loves you, too. She won’t admit it though. She’s worked through her fear in therapy, but those feelings for you haven’t gone anywhere.” She noticed a tear falling from the king’s eye and she reached out to wipe it away.

“T’Challa, I know you are engaged, but-”

“I have to go through with it, Bisa…for political reasons. I do not love her,” his voice softened with each word and Bisa let out a sigh.

“So you absolutely have to marry her?”

“If I don’t the Mining and Border tribes will not vote for a proposal I have presented them with for Wakanda’s future. She is the Mining tribe princess, so calling it off would anger K’hari, and this would never go through.”

“I thought the king could declare whatever he wanted.”

“No, we are a lot more democratic than most would believe. I have the final say of course, but they can veto my decisions if the vote is high enough. Checks and balances and whatnot…”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware of that…You know, you should go over and talk to her. I bet she’d like that.”

He shook his head. “I thought I was ready, but I need more time. Especially now. Thank you Bisa, you’ve been a wonderful ear.”

“Anytime, son,” she sent him a wink and he chuckled at her nickname.

T’Challa walked back out the door and gave Taj’s one last glance before heading back to the palace.

——-

After her usual morning routine Ashanti strolled into the bazaar, making her way to her shop. She was in a great mood this morning, having dreamed of T’Challa the night before yet again. The dreams used to bring her to tears when she woke up, but now she welcomed them since they were all she could get. She knew that one day they would eventually fizzle out and stop coming to her, but until then she was going to enjoy getting her dream back blown out by the Black Panther.

As usual, her parents were outside cleaning off tables for the morning rush and when they noticed her, there was a certain gleam in their eyes she couldn’t quite place.

“Hi mama, baba,” she hugged them both. “What’s with the looks? I don’t like this…”

Chidi laughed and turned her around so that she could see her shop. Her jaw dropped in shock at the sight before her.

There on her stoop was a huge bouquet of violets, their purple hue seemed to be even brighter than any violet she had ever seen.

Ashanti peeled herself from her father’s arms and walked across the street in a daze. When she reached her door she could only stare at the flowers, noticing there was a note. She was almost too scared to read it, but her curiosity overruled her fear and she reached for the card.

I am sorry, Ashanti. For everything.

-T

In that moment Ashanti knew for sure that he still loved her. Her heart opened up and tears rolled down her face, some bouncing off the purple petals before hitting the ground. She leaned into them and their sweet smell overwhelmed her senses.

Chidi came over to help her move them inside and he smiled at her before giving her a kiss on her forehead. “Give him a call, nugget,” he advised before heading back across the street to his beaming wife.

“Just ‘give him a call’ huh? It’s that easy?” Ashanti said to herself out loud as Jafari entered the shop.

“Wow, who sent those?!” he exclaimed upon seeing the giant bouquet.

“Oh, uh,” she secretly snatched the card and pocketed it. “They’re a ‘thank you’ from the River tribe elder.”

“Funny, I thought they already sent-”

“What are you doing coming in so early?” she tried to change the subject, but he caught on.

“I was in the area…so who are these really from?” Jafari eyed her closely as she struggled to come up with a lie.

“I-I don’t know. No card, see?” He took a look and didn’t see one.

“Ooooh, bosslady has a secret admirer,” he teased.

“No I don’t, for all we know it could be a ‘thank you’ bouquet from somebody.” Ashanti tried to keep the heat off her.

“It’s too big and fancy for a ‘thank you’ bouquet, plus they would’ve left a note. Someone’s sweet on you Shanti.”

“Maybe…well since you’re here can you take over? I have a call to make.”

“Sure thing,” he winked at her and grabbed the broom from her hand. On her way to her workspace in the back, she heard Zina come in before the two started gossipping about who they thought it could be from. They weren’t even close.

Ashanti stared at her rose gold kimoyo beads for a few minutes before she worked up the nerve to activate her communication bead and call him. When she chose his picture her heartrate picked up as the trilling sound filled the air. It continued for longer than Ashanti was used to, so she ended the call assuming he was busy.

As it turned out, he wasn’t busy at all, he was just too nervous to answer her call. When the ringing stopped, his heart dropped and he immediately called her back. When she picked up they just stared at each other and smiled for a moment.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she broke eye contact and looked away for a moment, reminding herself that no matter how many feelings were still involved she would not let herself become his mistress. She had to keep it together.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, by the way. It wasn’t your fault.”

Now it was his turn to look away, fighting tears that welled up in his eyes. He felt a sense of relief wash over him knowing that she didn’t blame him for the incident.

“I blamed myself for a really long time,” he cleared his throat. “So thank you for saying that.”

She could see the pain in his eyes and it was her turn to feel guilty. Moments of silence passed as she stared into his glassy eyes and she contemplated the choices she made. Had she not left him-

“You did what you had to do, I understand that Ashanti. I was never upset at you, only at myself.”

“You had no reason to be, Challa, it was that evil woman,” Ashanti added, tears welling up in her eyes too.

His heart warmed when she called him Challa. He had missed it more than he realized. “I know that now, but…I knew something was coming, I felt it, but I didn’t know what…and for the longest I let that eat me up inside and I…” He let out a heavy sigh.

“You…?”

“I let it drive me to drink. I am an alcoholic, Ashanti. I have been sober for months now, but I was in a very dark place for a long time.”

“That explains the ginger beer at the party.”

“Oh so you were watching me?”

She blushed and tried to hide her grin.

“Everyone was, you’re the king. Oh I never got to wish you a happy birthday, so here it is: Happy birthday!!!”

The two of them shared a laugh.

“Thank you, I really do appreciate that coming from you,” the king said, staring into her chestnut brown eyes as best as he could on a hologram.

“I’m glad. So I guess since we’re sharing, I um…I was too scared to leave my parents’ house for months. I was paranoid and anxious all the time. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat…it took a long time to get back to semi-normal.”

“Why just semi?”

“Because it never really goes away, Challa. It just becomes manageable.”

He nodded his head in understanding.

“How are you now?” the king inquired.

“It’s much more manageable now, therapy has been good. Having a routine helps. I keep myself busy- oh! Speaking of, your sister is a Bast-send. My jewelry business has been booming ever since I opened my commissions back up, and it’s all thanks to her! And you. So thank you both for that.”

“It is as I said, anything for you.”

“You say that like it’s true.”

“Why isn’t it?”

She paused, thinking over whether she wanted to lay it all out there or not.

“Because you’re getting married.”

——-

Tamala made her way down to Shuri’s lab carrying a basket full of fresh mandazi. She knew the princess had a sweet tooth and figured it would be a good way to bribe her for information. As luck would have it, the prince and princess were both there testing out weaponry. They stopped when they heard the doors swoosh open. When they turned around they both kept their poker faces on as they greeted their future in-law.

“Hi Tamala, what brings you down here?” Shuri asked, trying to sound cheerful.

“Well I came to visit family then figured I’d stop by with these! My mama made them right before I got there so they’re fresh. Have some!” She grabbed one for herself then passed them the basket. They grabbed one each and dug in, surprised at how good they were.

“Damn, tell your mama I said I’m coming to dinner tonight,” N’Jadaka said as he reached for another one.

Tamala ignored him and turned to the princess. “So what are you working on?”

“Weapons,”she responded dryly. Her cousin nudged her in her side and she perked up.

“That sounds cool. Hey, Shuri can I talk to you for a second? Alone, if you don’t mind, N’Jadaka.”

“Nah I don’t mind at all. Need anything from me cuz?”

She mouthed “don’t leave me with her” as Tamala was turned around waving goodbye to the prince. The prince read her lips and chuckled on his way out.

“Aight, catch you at dinner then.”

He jogged up the ramp ignoring Shuri’s piercing gaze. As soon as he was out of sight Tamala turned around and her face immediately took on a seriousness that Shuri had never seen from her.

“Shuri I have to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me. Please, as your sister.”

“Ok…” Shuri was nervous about what she might ask, she was such a bad liar…

“Who is Ashanti?”

Her eyes widened and she had to think quickly about how this needed to go.

“Ashanti…oh the artist? Yes she made necklaces for me and mama a while ago. You’ve seen them-”

“Is that the same Ashanti T’Challa knows?” Tamala asked the nervous princess.

“T’Challa knows so many people-” Shuri struggled to make eye contact with her future sister-in-law and that was all the confirmation she needed. It would be easy to find her now.

The next day, Tamala and her personal Dora Milaje warriors walked through the bazaar causing a scene. The princess had never been seen alone with Doras before, so this was a big moment and Tamala was eating it up. She loved the attention she received as the people moved out of her way to let her pass, it made her feel powerful. That feeling is exactly what she needed to harness in this moment, powerful.

Tamala made it to Taj’s and stared at the storefront in disgust. Through the window she could see the same woman he had been staring at all night at his birthday party and she felt sick to her stomach. Just how long had this bitch been hanging around her man?

Two of her Dora opened the doors for her to enter as the customers left the shop to give her space, unused to royalty moving through the city so aggressively. Ashanti turned to see what was going on and the shock on her face was readable all the way from the door where Tamala stood.

“Hello, are you Ashanti?”

“Y-yes I am your highness.” She saluted her and felt her blood boil.

“Well aren’t you…pretty. Hm. I hear you make custom pieces?”

“Yes, I do,” Ashanti said, scared she knew where this was going.

“Good. Well as you know, I’m getting married in a few weeks. I would like you to make me a necklace fit for a queen. Since that is what I’ll be…his queen, Ashanti.”

The artist’s breath caught in her throat. She knew Tamala had to have found out about the flowers or the calls or the texts they had sent each other in the days following their reconnection. They kept it PG, but there was definitely some flirting going on despite the need to remain platonic.

“Ok. Do you have any inspiration or a design in mind?” Ashanti’s voice trembled.

“No.”

“Ok, um-”

“We both know I’m not here for a necklace, Ashanti.” Tamala said as she leaned on the end of the counter..

Ashanti’s legs trembled under her long flowy skirt and her voice caught in her throat. This was the worst case scenario.

“How long have you been seeing him?”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb. My fiance, how long have you been seeing him?” Tamala’s voice rose as she got more and more frustrated with the Merchant girl.

“T’Challa? We’re not-”

“Do not lie to me, I know you have something going on with him.”

“Princess, I promise. We were together over a year ago, not now.”

Tamala stood back up from her perch.

“Then why is he calling your name when he sleeps? Tell me that.”

“I-I don’t-”

“You know what? Save it, just don’t come near him ever again or once I am his queen I will have you exiled from Wakanda.” Tamala said in a huff before storming out of the shop, Dora Milaje in tow. It was about time to close anyway so Ashanti shuffled her feet towards the door to lock up and draw the shades. She could see her parents out in front of the restaurant waiting to talk to her, but she decided to go out the back door and sneak home without talking to anyone. Binta was on a date with Kiki and Kwame had gone to stay with Omar for the weekend, so she knew she would have the house all to herself.

Her beads buzzed, signifying a text. She saw that it was from T’Challa and she erased it before even reading it.

Ashanti stripped herself naked and stared at herself in the mirror for a while before turning on the hot water in her bathtub and filling it up just the right amount before sliding in. The lavender bath bomb she dropped in the water had turned the bath purple and she thought of her breathtaking violets. She knew she couldn’t continue to talk to him and that it was really and truly over now, but she could preserve the flowers and keep them forever. She needed to have something beautiful come out of the last two years.

Not wanting to sit in silence, she called out to her kimoyo AI.

“Hey Kim, play music.”

The tears that had threatened to fall from her eyes finally made the leap as the opening chords to “Bambi” played throughout her bathroom.

——

Two days had gone by and Ashanti still hadn’t responded to him. T’Challa had tried texting and calling her, but the calls weren’t even going through anymore. She had him blocked or changed her number without telling him. Either way, he was upset at the sudden loss of contact, but he knew Ashanti wouldn’t just do that for no reason, so something had to have happened to change her heart so quickly.

The king was visibly tense during the council meeting and even more aggressive in sparring with Okoye and his cousin, which neither one of them were opposed to. By day three he had finally had enough and marched down to his sister’s lab. N’Jadaka was there trying out a new upgrade to the Jaguar habit and T’Challa was relieved they were all in one place so he wouldn’t have to do this twice.

“Ayy, what up cuzzo? Like the new threads?” N’Jadaka’s new upgrade included more visible spots than the last one and he was loving the print.

“Looks good on you.” T’Challa tried to muster up some cheer but couldn’t.

“Why the sour face?” Shuri asked her brother, finally looking away from the screen in front of her and noticing his scowl.

“This stays between the three of us.”

His family nodded and looked on with concern.

“I had been…speaking with Ashanti again-”

“Oh no.” Shuri thought she only said in her head.

“What do you mean oh no?” T’Challa was confused at his sister’s reaction. He knew she loved Ashanti like a sister, so her response made no sense.

“I-I mean, um, you finish telling your story then I’ll um, yeah…” Shuri stumbled out.

N’Jadaka sat back and observed them both in his usual way, sure he knew exactly where this was going.

“Ok, well…long story short, we bumped into each other, then I sent her flowers, and we had been texting and calling back and forth platonically since then…until a few days ago. She just stopped and now my calls won’t go through.”

“Wow, so you and Ashanti huh? Tryna get that old thang back?” the prince joked before getting serious when his big cousin shot him a look.  “You know I support you, but you gotta be real careful man. You’re getting married in like three weeks, just keep that in mind.”

“Yes, I know but-” he was cut off by a sniffle coming from his sister. “Usisi, what is wrong?” His arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“Tamala, she asked me about Ashanti the other day…all I told her was she was the artist who made our necklaces. She said that she heard you say her name in your sleep…”

“Daaaaaamn,” N’Jadaka said exactly what T’Challa felt in that moment. He knew his sister meant no harm, but somehow Tamala had gotten to Ashanti.

The king knew he had two options. He could drop in on Ashanti and try to make things right or he could confront Tamala. He chose the latter so as not to upset Ashanti any further than she surely already was thanks to his fiancee. He excused himself from the lab before giving Tamala a call. Almost immediately after it started to ring, she answered.

“Hi baby!” she answered with a fake smile on her face.

“Hello Tamala, are you busy?” he asked, keeping his voice even.

“Not too busy for you, I just finished-”

“Great, will you meet me at the panther cave in an hour?”

“Sure thing, baby. Is everything ok?”

“Yes everything is fine. See you in an hour.” T’Challa ended the call and ran his hand over his face in exasperation. If he still drank he would have poured himself a glass right about now. To distract himself, he returned to the lab to check out the new upgrades to the Jaguar habit.

Tamala arrived at the cave early since she had been at her parents’ house not too far from there. Her nerves had gotten the best of her when she realized he didn’t seem to be in the best mood and her mind raced over the possibilities until it landed on the one thing she could think of. Her.

When T’Challa arrived a few minutes later she tried to keep a straight face, but her attitude seeped through and he could sense it a mile away. He sighed and rolled his eyes, they hadn’t even had the conversation yet and here she was, already mad.

“Could this have waited until later?” she asked him, annoyance clear on her face.

“What’s the matter now? You were just in a good mood an hour ago.”

“You tell me, T’Challa.”

He could feel his blood pressure starting to rise so he took a couple deep breaths to calm himself.

“Don’t act like a spoiled child, talk.”

“Oh I’m the spoiled child? Ha! Says the man who wants to have his cake and eat it too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I am to be your wife and she is not, so you should act accordingly if you want your little proposal to go through.”

A tense silence followed, his suspicions confirmed. The smug look on Tamala’s face irked him to his core because he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

“So who is this ‘she’ you’re referring to?” he asked for clarification.

“Do not play dumb, T’Challa, it does not look good on you. I am talking about your precious Ashanti. I don’t know how long you have been seeing her behind my back, but it ends today.”

“She is my ex and a friend-”

“I saw how you looked at her, she’s not a friend T’Challa…and she’s also not a concern anymore,” she said flippantly.

“What do you mean?” he took a step forward as she stepped back, bumping into the cave wall as he descended upon her slowly, prowling like a cat.

“I mean, I-I-”

“What did you do?” his voice grew, instilling fear in her heart at the cold look behind his eyes.

“N-nothing, I just told her to leave you alone or-”

“Or?”

“Or I’d have her exiled when I become queen.”

“You will do no such thing!”

He pulled back and lowered his voice when he saw the fear in her eyes.

“And no harm will come to her if you know what is good for you.” he turned to leave but stopped and faced her once more. “You may be my queen, but she will always have my heart. Do not forget this is simply an arrangement.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the cave, heading straight for the Talon. As soon as his shadow disappeared from the cave wall Tamala broke down in tears. She knew he didn’t share her feelings, but she didn’t know just how little he cared. After a few minutes of crying, she regained her composure and sat against the wall with her knees at her chest contemplating her future. She had to do something, or the rest of her life she would be stuck in a loveless marriage, but she couldn’t think of what. Eventually it hit her, and the realization broke her heart.

She would have to call it off.

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