#what is it with black panther movies and being able to make you cry yourself dry while ALSO having the hottest villains in the game?

[allpromarlo]

wakanda forever did the first black panther justice in the way that it made me cry like a bitch and also made me thirst for the antagonist. movie of the year

[elusivem8]

My mum's partner's kids and I saw Black Panther: Wakanda Forever after a busy day at work. It was rather emotional for me as it was more of a closure that we needed after learning what happened with Chadwick two years ago. I cannot cry because probably everyone around me was silently observing, except for the kids who were getting in the feelings as well as we all started to be close because of these movies.

It was also lovely to get back to the theater after a long time of not being able to. The seats are now recliners, and you can lay back to relax to enjoy your movie. If you fight against streaming platforms, make your place comfortable and worthwhile. It reminded me of the last time I watched one in the film, and I told myself that it would be nice if I could relax more in the movie theater.

I was so glad to see the movie, too, because as an X-Men comics fan, this is my second time seeing another mutant come into play in the MCU movies. Namor was a delight to see; the actor could play him the way he was in what I have read. Despite it not being canon, I hope to see more mutants in the years as I catch up on comics again after this. There are a lot of spoilers in this film, so it is not something that I will spill unless everyone has seen it already.

Also, I am so glad I could do something after work. I do think it is vital to try prioritizing yourself in these terms more than anything else. I'm glad I agreed to come along and experience things again.

[saturnwritings]

tear-salted popcorn

—while doing your job as a movie theatre janitor, you come across a boy who stayed back after a movie and oh shit is he crying?!

pairing(s): kenma x reader 

word count: 1273

warnings: spoilers for avengers: infinity war

a/n: on this installment of saturn uses ellipses too much!!! i headcanon that kenma likes marvel also i wrote this in dec 2018 but coming back to edit this i literally had to research what happened in infinity war cause for some reason everything i think happened in infinity war probably happened in endgame o_o

Bucket and mop in hand, you sighed as you walked into Theatre 7 for your last job of the day. 

As a student living in Tokyo, it was no surprise you needed extra pocket money. Unfortunately, your parents had taken the liberty to cut off your monthly allowances, forcing you to get a job. As it turned out, a movie theatre near you was hiring, the pay was good enough, and you were even able to get an employee discount sometimes, so all-in-all in wasn’t too bad. 

As you entered the doorway of the theatre, you noticed something was a bit off. Before you were even able to start ascending up the dreaded stairs, you heard a cry that sounded an awful lot like a sniffle. 

From the corner of your eye, you see a hooded figure sitting in one of the seats. The figure was in what looked like a white Avengers hoodie (with the hood up), black jeans and brown boots. As you drew closer, you realized that the figure was a boy with his knees drawn up to his chest.

Just as curiosity almost got the better of you, you remembered your promise to yourself to be home by 10:30pm to make sure you had time to finish that science project that was due tomorrow. Keeping that in mind, you decided to get to cleaning. The faster I finish this, the faster I get home, you thought. Your coworkers that had shifts before you had already done most of the cleaning in this theatre, so all you had to do was mop up the steps.

Trusty mop in hand, you set the bucket of water on the floor and started cleaning. It was a complete coincidence that you had decided to start cleaning the same row the mysterious boy was sitting in. 

A few minutes pass. 

Only a few seats away from the boy, you could now see what was happening. The boy, around your age, give or take a year or two, had his knees tucked to his chest, cradling an XXL bucket of regular, salted popcorn, between his thighs and tears streaming down his face. 

Off the top of your head, you tried to remember what movie had just been playing. Black Panther? No, that was Theatre 4… The Incredibles 2? No, that wasn’t really a movie to cry over… but I guess everyone has their preferences? You tried to take another ‘subtle’ look at the boy and that’s when you finally connected the dots. 

Avengers: Infinity War! You concluded. You, yourself, had already seen it the week before, as soon as it came out. However, judging by the amount of tears on this guy’s face, he had managed to avoid all spoilers in the past week. 

You contemplated his options. On one hand, most people don’t really appreciate being approached by strangers while they’re crying, but as you mopped the sticky, movie theatre floor, you couldn’t help but find the boy cute. After cleaning the majority of the first staircase, you decide to say ‘fuck it’ and approached the boy. 

“Hey, um, are you okay?” you asked the boy with a nervous tint to your voice. The boy’s face snapped up with widened eyes as he tried to hide his sniffles. After regaining his composure, he dropped his feet to the floor, exposing a Marvel logo on the front. You mentally pat yourself on the back for being able to guess Avengers: Infinity War without seeing what he was wearing. He responded. 

“Yeah, I um, just finished, uh, you know…” the boy vaguely gestured to the now black and empty movie screen. 

“Oh… Infinity War?” You questioned as he indicated to the boy’s hoodie.

“Yeah…” an awkward silence proceeded and you were having none of it. Switching your mop to your left hand, you thrusted your right hand out. 

“I’m y/n, by the way, I work here… ” After raising his eyes to meet you suspiciously, the boy reluctantly thrusted his hand out as well. 

“I’m Kenma…”

“So, Kenma, what was your favourite part? I mean… it is a pretty depressing movie, but, you know, there were some good parts, right?” You asked apprehensively, trying to dissolve the awkwardness. 

“Well, I guess I really liked the battle scenes? Especially the one in Wakanda, that was pretty epic.” replied Kenma. 

“Yeah I loved that part! It was really cool to see so many different characters fighting together.” You suddenly exclaimed, Kenma nodded in agreement. “I, personally, really liked any parts with the Guardians, they’re really entertaining and have just the right amount of comic relief while still being able to be serious when they need to be.” You rambled.

This girl really was really… energetic, he thought, not in a bad way considering he was suppressing a smile. After that hell of a movie, it was almost kind of endearing how you were trying to cheer him up. After a while of you talking about how the Guardians saga was probably one of the best ever, it became silent again before Kenma spoke up.

“I really should get going… it’s getting pretty late, and, um, sorry for holding you up,” Kenma awkwardly said as he got up.

You bit your lip.

“I’ll walk you to the entrance! I’m basically done so… we can walk together!” You said as you clutched your mop with both hands, right before you mentally cursed and slapped yourself for sounding so eager. Kenma blinked.

“Um, well, I-I mean, if you really want to that’s okay?” He sounded uncertain of himself. “It’s fine, though, if you need to do… other things?” You laughed a bit.

“It’s all cool! I didn’t really need to mop the other side, anyway!” You totally did. 

Mentally cringing at the thought of not finishing your work to hang out with a boy you just met, you gave him a reassuring smile. Reciprocating your smile, Kenma stood and you leaned the mop against a random aisle seat. 

You walked out of Theatre 7 and headed towards the entrance, talking about everything from how OP Doctor Strange is, to how cool and almost relatable Peter Parker is, to the heart breaking ending, Kenma almost bursting out into tears at the line Peter’s lines “I don’t feel so good” and “I don’t wanna go”. 

You were pretty sad when you got to the main entrance of the cinema, as it meant saying goodbye to your (hopefully) new friend. Kenma shifted awkwardly. 

“Well… this is me…” You smiled. 

“I guess it is, it was fun talking to you though!” Kenma opened his mouth before closing it again. He hesitated, then finally spoke up.

“Uhm, is it okay if I, um… Could I have your number?” You could tell he was extremely nervous, but out of all the things you were expecting, asking for your number was definitely not one of them, “Maybe we could, I don’t know, talk about other movies? Maybe even watch the second part when it comes out…? Even though that’s, like, in a year…” You finally snapped out of your daze.

“Uhm, yeah! Of course! And, I know it’s in a year but let’s definitely go together, I can get us a discount if we come here, too!” You grinned. Kenma smiled, mentally, he slapped himself for getting stomach butterflies for an almost-date in a year’s time. 

bonus: dw you exchanged numbers and after he left, you went back to clean the other side of stairs. when you got home you did NOT do your science project but instead kenma invited you to play on his minecraft server :)

[saundraswriting]

Interior Design Chapter 4: Accept

SUMMARY:You official declare your acceptance of the job for the Avengers, knowing it will be the biggest one you will ever work on. You start right away.

WARNINGS: None

NOTES: This is an everyone lives/no one dies, Living in the compound, Non Civil War compliant, No Sokovian Accords AU.

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"Oh my god. That was so fucking stupid." You facepalm. "You meet Sargent Barnes and that is what you say. Then recommend a houseplant." You smack your forehead again.

"Are you quite done?" Tony leaned against the wall arms crossed, eyebrows raised, a small smile hovering on his lips. You had dragged him down a ways to be out of sight from the others while you panicked.

"Mr. Stark! No, I am not done. I think I need to go. Right now." You sighed, leaning against the opposite wall, gently thumping your head on the wall.

Tony dropped his amusement very quickly, straightening. "Let me tell you something. That is the first time someone has touched Barnes in weeks. I have never seen someone hug him. Only Steve has been able to touch him, and even he has to ask to not startle him." Tony told you.

"You're right! I didn't ask. How rude and improper of me. I didn't trigger him did I?" Tony's words did not reassure you like he hoped, actually pushing you closer to true panic. You pushed off the wall turning to head back towards the kitchen. Tony threw an arm out stopping your progress. Youi looked at him, eyes wide and unfocused, cheeks flushed.

"Wait. Hold on. Listen to me, Ms. Psych-Minor-lady. A severely traumatized dangerous man let you in close enough to hug him. He was crying, yes but-" Tony was trying to calm you down. You felt terrible, a off the street civilian thinking you were entitled enough to just touch him and prattle on about what is best for him. Tony could see what you were feeling on your face.

"Crying?!? You yelped. "I made him cry??"

"But he was smiling too. You did good, kid. Also that plant idea was solid. Now let me show you to your room? I have your stuff in a guest room right now but that will be moved in a minute. I will give you a room here and an office on the business section as well. Now, the only empty room is in the hallway with Steve, Sam, Bucky and Shuri." Tony smiled at you trying to relax you. You peered at him suspiciously.

"I didn't do anything bad? I just...I don't know everything that has happened lately but what bit I do know just pulls on my heartstrings. I felt he needed some unbiased comfort. I would certainly want a hug after everything too." You wrapped your arms around yourself, shrinking in, still nervous you had overstepped a line. Then the rest of Tony's words registered. "Your giving me a room? That seems weird."

Tony laughed and puled you into a side-hug. "Kid, I have had my eye on you for a while. You are part of this team, especially if you have to deal with all our bullshit. But to get back on track. You aren't wrong about Barnes. We've all been treating him with kid gloves, wondering what little thing we say or do will push him over the edge. In a minute of meeting him, you showed everyone he is still human-one who has been very hurt and is still struggling to deal with it. He needs our support, not alienation."

"He looked so sad and tired, alone. I know what it is like to be alone, to have your family pull away when they should be there for you." You leaned into Tony for a moment, appreciating the hug for the offered comfort. "Now, Mr. Stark. How about you show me a room that I will be working on? I would love to see some visuals." You tried to change the subject to get away from your botched first impression with Sargent Barnes.

Tony nodded, accepting the subject change with grace. Tony and you came upon a room and he asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to open it. "!2 of these rooms including yours included. There are 8 that are for our more frequent flyers and Very Important Powerful Beings." The two of you entered, you stepping deeper into the room to look at the dimensions. "Several of the VIPB are people like King T'Challa of Wakanda or the Black Panther and Colonel Carol Danvers goes by Captain Marvel among others, Ant-Man and his friend The Wasp like to stop by a lot."

"Scott Lang? Hope Van Dyne?" You turned to ask. Tony was surprised. "I respect Hope for trying to help her dad undercover at the Lab and Scott is doing his best. He likes to put smiles on people's faces. He is good about being good." You explained. "This rooms are great. Spacious with lot of natural light. You also didn't limit options, the room can be oriented in any direction." You paced the room, using your arms as a measuring guide. "I will need to plan extensively with the full-time residents. I will need some serious backgrounds on the others. I wouldn't want them to be unhappy upon arrival. I will need to speak to someone about how to make a room fit for a king and princess." You mumbled to yourself continuing to walk around the room. Tony watched with a proud look, like a parent giving their child a present they love.

"Glad to see you enjoying yourself. We'll be getting dinner here shortly. We eat together and usually watch movies afterwards." Tony was speaking to you while leading you back to the kitchen by the elbow. He could relate to the distant look in your eye. He knew you weren't listening, too busy thinking and planning. He led you to the edge of the hallway and you stopped.

"Mr. Stark." You interrupted the man. He smiled knowingly. "I accept your offer. I am honored to work for you. I do have some small current projects but I should finish them quickly to give my full attention to this."

"That is exactly why I wanted to stay here. You will be able to balance everything easier. I don't want to take away from your inner city clients. Now dinner tonight is Chinese. What do you want?" You gave Tony your Chinese order, the two of you moving forward once more.

You sat down at the large kitchen table, propping up your tablet and opening your laptop. The design app you used had the update blueprints and layouts like Tony promised. He huffed a small laugh. "I will leave you to it for a while. See you later, Y/N." Tony left, you mumming distractedly.

You decided to start a fresh page of notes to work with the labeled blueprints F.R.I.D.A.Y installed for you. You build a list of the basic of what everyone would need, knowing that is where their personal taste came into play. You listed some style motifs and examples to help with the planning.

An hour later and you were clawing at your hair. 'How do I make individual room layouts open to change without doing, undoing and redoing all the work over and over until they like it?' You were obnoxiously tapping a pen against the table while you thought, you were staring at the kitchen zoned out when it hit you. "Magnets! I make a magnet image board. I use the specs of one room and the basics into magnets and then I can make their personal choices magnets to be movable!" You smacked the table energetically. You began frantically scribbling and searching for custom magnets. You figured that a decent sized board with a grid would be best, you can make your own with pictures and plain lightweight magnets. "I am going to need so many samples." You muttered.

"Hey, you ready for a break? Chinese will be here soon. As will some of the others you haven't met yet." Tony chimed from next to you. "You've been at it for like two hours now. I have been waiting for you to come up for air for a while now."

"I am a bit of a workaholic. Sorry. You have to be forceful to get my attention when I am in the zone." You apologized sheepishly. "This is very large undertaking, I wanted to get some thought in order before I got started." Tony waved off your apology and moved to the couch where Steve was already sitting.

The sight of him on the couch made another thought cross your mind. You left the mess on the table and walked quickly to the living room. You peered closely at the sectional in front of you. "Reinforced furniture." You commented. Captain Rogers and Tony looked at you in confusion. "Captain Rogers, can I borrow you for a moment?" You asked. He nodded and they both stood up. "I need you to lift this couch please."

"Um, sure." The good captain did just as you asked and you got down on the floor and looked underneath. Nodding a few time you got back up, "Thank you for the assist. You may put it back."

You went back over to your notes and began muttering and scribbling. "Thicker wood frames, metal brackets at joints, some metal supports?"

"You are...very welcome...Y/N." Steve and Tony looked no less confused.

"I will admit to being more confused than before." Dr. Banner spoke from next to Tony. You looked up at the new voices freezing at who you saw.

"Oh my god. #sciencebros." You breathed. "Dr. Banner, an honor to meet you." You spoke louder, coming up to shake his hand. "I needed to see the wear and tear on the everyday furniture. The frames need reinforced." The three men ah'ed in understanding. Any further explanation was interrupted by Clint and Natasha coming in arms fully loaded with bags.

"We come bearing gifts! Everyone ready to eat?" The four of you jumped to help, you scrambling to put away your stuff and get out of the way.

Moments later the Avengers that were there had settled to eat. You sat across from a silver-haired younger man, who sat on the left of a beautiful Burnette who had a man with red skin on her right. Clint. Sam, Steve, Bucky, Tony, and Natasha then filled the rest of the seats. You were trying to gather your courage to introduce yourself when the red skinned man spoke to you first.

"Hello there, Ms. L/N. I don't think we have been fully introduced." His smooth British voice eased your nerves slightly but also caught the attention of everyone at the table.

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Okay, here we go...time to get to the good stuff. Anybody want tagged? What are we thinking?

[cherryeol04]

The Firsts

Summary: No one ever told him that living was going to be so difficult. That there would emotions get couldn’t label and distinguish. He’s just a young boy trying to navigate through life and its unexpected ups and downs.

Genre: Humor, Fluff, smut(?)

Pairings: Oc x Felix, Oc x Changbin, Changbin x Oc x Felix

Warnings: poly relationship, angst in some part, excessive fighting about the MCU.

Parts: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16/ Part 17

A/N: This story has a theme of Firsts. First love, first kiss and many other firsts. Each part can be read on their own and are meant to stand as oneshots. It’s basically a collection of oneshots (little snapshots into my Oc’s life. 😁)

“The fact you took them back.” Minho grumbled as he sat across from Aiden, eyeing the other who was trying his hardest to hide himself behind Seungmin. “We spent three hours listening to you cry! Do you know how much that hurt hyung, Aiden? I care about you and I don’t want you to be hurt again. I can’t bear to see you go through that again.” He scolded and Aiden whined. 

“I know it’s just -“

“What bullshit did they feed you?” Minho asked. 

“It wasn’t bullshit.” Aiden whispered.

“Hyung.” Hyunjin spoke up, staring at Minho. “I know I came in after all this happened, but scolding him isn’t going to help the situation. I’m sure he has his reasons for accepting their apology and proposal. We should be supportive.” 

“I agree with Jinnie.” Seungmin nodded. “Besides, I saw them trying to make things better. Aiden just was too into his feels to notice. Whatever happened happened. It happened the way it did and now they’re trying to fix it. If it means less strain in the group, who are we to stop it?”

“But what if something happens again?” Minho protested, dropping his sandwich back on his plate and reached out, taking Aiden’s hand gently. “You know I’m not really mad or anything. I just worry about you. I was there from the start of your relationship with Felix until now. I just want -“

“And I appreciate you, hyung.” Aiden interrupted with a smile. “I really do. And I know you’re just looking out for me but I have to try this. I still love him. Both of them and if I don’t I’ll just be miserable for the rest of my life - always wondering about ‘what if’.” He said and pouted. “And if I’m wrong, then I’m wrong and I get hurt. But I’ll have learned then, and work to keep myself protected and try harder to find someone who will love me for all I am.”

“Aiden, stop trying to be such an adult. I miss the hyperactive brat you really are.” He chuckled softly. Smiling, Aiden shook hid head.

“Silly. I’ll be back to my normal self soon. I just wanted to tell you guys what happened before you like accidentally discover it. I think it was the better decision.”

“It was. Thank you for being honest with us.” Hyunjin smiled at him. “And I hope you three are happy for a while, okay?”

“Thanks. That means so much to me.”

“Alright, enough with the sappiness though. I would like to eat my lunch and not puke.” Seungmin teased, pulling laughs from the others as they went back to eating. 

———

“And I told Mr. Jung that there is just no way I can compose four songs last minute like this!” Chan grumbled as he stared at his computer. “I mean I could do one or two by Friday, but I can’t do four.”

“I told you he was crazy, why didn’t you listen to me?” Woojin asked as he eyed the younger male with a smirk. 

“Listen mom -“

“Damn, if this is what university life is like, I don’t want to graduate.” Jisung pouted from his spot on the floor, back pressed against the couch. His history textbook laying open in his lap. “High school is supposed to be easy too!”

“Ah, I miss the good old days.” Woojin mused with a soft sigh. 

“It was literally last year.” Minho scoffed with a laugh. “Stop trying to age yourself.”

“Back in my day I had to walk down the halls with all my books in my hands. None of this new-fangled technology of lockers like you youngins have.” Chan spoke, voiced pitched in his playful teasing. 

“Grandpa!” Felix cheered and laughed harder when Chan smacked his fellow Aussie in the chest with a pillow. 

“Siri, how do you time travel?” Changbin asked as he held up his phone, the others laughing along with him. 

“I need new friends.” Chan groaned and rubbed his nose with the palm of his hand. 

“Sorry hyung, already tried that and they’re still here.” Aiden teased as he looked up from his notebook. “But you wouldn’t have us any other way.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.” Chan grunted and sighed. “But no seriously, how the hell am I suppose to make 4 songs?” He asked. 

“I can help if you want.” Changbin offered. 

“Oh me too!” Jisung jumped in. “Just got a really high score in production class. I’m like a genius. I got you hyung.”

“Genius? In who’s world?” Seungmin asked, brow raised. 

“In my world, duh.”

“I beg to differ.” Seungmin scoffed. 

“Only if you call me daddy.” Jisung smirked and Aiden choked on his water, coughing harshly as he smacked his chest quickly. 

“Ji! You can’t be saying that stuff around the virgin!” Minho poked at Aiden. “His poor heart can’t take your sinful tongue.” There was a beat of silence before Minho continued. “But I can.” He smirked. 

“Jesus!” Aiden hissed as he coughed again. “Can we not have this sexual talk in my Christian server? Thank you!” He pouted. 

“You would think, a man with two boyfriends wouldn’t still be a virgin.” Woojin mused. 

“Back in my days, whores just ran about flashing every Tom, Dick, and Harry they saw.” Chan joked. 

“Sometimes it was a Harry dick.” Woojin added and laughed as Aiden smacked his head on the table.

“I need new friends!” Aiden whined loudly. 

“Sucks to be you kid.” Chan smirked and shook his head. “Now, about my song production.”

———

Aiden whined as he laid back in the bed, staring up at the off white ceiling of Felix’s bedroom. The room silent, save for his soft breathing and he allowed himself to fall into the thoughts that were running over a million miles a minute. It was only a single thought, one comment that had been said that was really bugging him. 

“You would think, a man with two boyfriend wouldn’t still be a virgin.”

Was it bad he was still a virgin? Was Felix still one? Changbin even? He was pretty sure that Minho had been with Seungmin at one point and now was probably chasing Jisung’s tail. Said friend most likely wasn’t a virgin from all the tales he had told Aiden about the women he had dated back at his old school in Malaysia. 

He couldn’t be too sure about Chan or Woojin. A part of him was thinking that they were dating based on their behavior, but a part of him wasn’t entirely sure they were both gay or simply had interest in guys. And Hyunjin was a mystery to him. The little twink acted both experienced and shy and he couldn’t even decipher what was an act and what wasn’t. 

It worried Aiden. He could very possibly be the only virgin in his friend group and it seemed wrong. It’s not like he needed to have sex in order for his friends to accept him, they already did - at least he thought. It was just something about the way they teased him and Aiden wasn’t stupid. He knew they meant no harm by their words, it was all in good jest. But it was still an insecurity he had. 

Being inexperienced. And now it seemed that maybe he was the only inexperienced person in the group and it worried him. His mind drifted off to thoughts of Felix and Changbin, and what would happen when it came to that time for them to be intimate. How would he able to handle it? He could barely reciprocate the moves Changbin had used on him a while ago, he certainly wouldn’t be able to survive now that there were two of them. And what if he sucked? 

What if he couldn’t figure out how to touch Felix the right way? Or make Changbin moan? What if he couldn’t get either of them off and they were left hard and wanting - disappointed in his lack of ability?

He sighed and lifted his phone up, finger pressing and holding down the lock button until the screen flashed. “Siri, where is the nearest cliff I can yeet off of?”

“Okay, here is what I found.”

Aiden’s nose scrunched up as he read the results for the nearest Cliff’s Restaurant that he could eat off of. 

“Good job, Siri. I knew I could count on you.” He sighed. 

“Oh god, Binnie it’s worse than we thought, he’s started talking to himself.” Aiden lifted his head and watched as Felix and Changbin walked into the room, arms filled with snacks and drinks for their movie marathon. 

“I knew we shouldn’t have left him alone.” Changbin tasked. 

“I should have offered him my pet rock. He’s a great listener.”

Changbin paused and stared at Felix with concern. “Right.” He said slowly and gave a nod. “Okay so I’m dating two psychopaths.”

“Hey!”

“Hey!”

“Oh, that’s creepy. They’re even in sync. Minho warned me about you crazy people.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” Aiden tossed a pillow at him, laughing as it struck Changbin in the face. “Asshole, you know you love us.”

“I never said I didn’t.” Changbin countered as he kicked the pillow back towards the bed and walked over, setting the various cans and bottles of drinks on the nightstand. Sitting up in the bed, Aiden crossed his legs as he leaned over and looked at each label. 

“Alright, we got drinks. We got snacks. I got Black Panther queued in the DVD player, are we ready for a bomb ass movie night?” Felix asked. 

“You’re way too excited for this." Changbin laughed as he took a seat next to Aiden on the bed. 

“Black Panther is my favorite MCU movie, don’t hate.” Felix pouted as he grabbed the remote and jumped onto the bed, getting the DVD screen up on his tv.

“No hate.” Changbin hummed and smirked. “Isn’t there a legend about having sex after watching Black Panther?” He asked.

Aiden could feel his pulse start pounding as he stared at Changbin. There he was being so cheeky, trying to look innocent but his smirk was anything but. “I do not recall any legend. I believe that once we watch Black Panther then we can have cuddle sessions anywhere we want. A better achievement to unlock.” He said quickly. 

Felix laughed at that and shook his head. “We can stop with this whole ‘watching marvel movies leads to something’ joke. Really, at this point, we shouldn’t base our relationship off of watching the MCU.”

“Oh lord, Felix is going to be profound again. Something about moving at our pace and being intimate when we’re ready. And blah blah blah.” Changbin rambled on and Felix pouted. “On the nose right?”

“I hate when you do that.” Felix whined and sighed before looking to Aiden. “But he’s right. Relax babe, we won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”

“W-What?! Why do you think it’s me?” He squealed our indignantly. They both gave him a pointed look and he flushed, looking away quickly. 

“Because you’re the shy one.” Changbin cooed and reached out, pinching Aiden’s cheek gently. “I remember when you got so pouty when you couldn’t even touch my dick, and then you made such a mess.”

“Stop!” Aiden whined and pushed his hand away, smacking Changbin’s arm lightly. “That was so long ago.”

“It was. Wouldn’t mind doing it again honestly.” 

“I wouldn’t mind watching either.” Felix grinned. 

Aiden honestly wasn't sure what to say or do in that moment. Being reminded of the time he jerked off with Changbin had brought back a lot of memories and feelings that he really hadn't allowed himself to feel in a while. He could still see Changbin's face, clear as day when the other told him to cum - that thought alone sending a shiver down his spine. Did he want to do stuff with them? Of course he did. And really he was the only one holding himself back from enjoying the company of his two boyfriends - from experiencing whatever pleasure the two could bring him. He needed to get over himself, and just let loose. But it was hard, so very hard. Especially when is insecurity of being inexperienced was one of the reasons he thought Felix had cheated on him and was going to break up with him. He had been wrong, but that didn't ease any of his feelings. It only seemed to intensify them. 

Aiden hadn't notice Changbin moving until he felt the broad, strong chest pressing against his back. Muscular arms wrapped around his waist, and had Changbin's arms always been that bulky and sexy? Since when had his best friend started working out? Last he remembered, he could barely get Changbin out of his bed to walk down the stairs to get food on some days. When did he find the energy to actually go to a gym and work out? "You know we won't force you, right?" Changbin's voice was soft, words so gentle as his lips grazed Aiden's ear and embarrassingly he whimpered. "It doesn't matter if we have sex now, next week or three years from now." he continued, fingers gently rubbing against the flat plane of his abdomen soothingly. It didn't actually help in any way to relax him and Aiden found himself even tenser than he had been just being lost in his own head. "It's not important. What is important is that you feel comfortable with us - with doing simple things." he said as he rested his chin on Aiden's shoulder gently. 

"I know." A whisper, barely audible and Aiden hated himself for sounding so timid at the moment. "I just don't want to disappoint you."

"How can you disappoint us?" Felix asked, brow raised. "Where in your mind did you come up with such a ridiculous thought?" 

"It's not ridiculous!" Aiden argued and pouted. "You both are so experienced and I'm not. Hell, I avoided kissing you for like a whole week and half because I was scared I would suck at it!" he confessed, cheeks heating up at the memories of his flailing about Changbin's home and crying to Minho and Seungmin because he just couldn't get up the courage to kiss Felix and was too afraid that if he let his guard down and Felix kissed him, the other would leave him. 

"Who says we're experienced?" Felix asked with a snort. "Really Aiden? Is that what you've been thinking this whole time?" he asked.

"Well, yeah." Aiden whispered, eyes lowering as he stared at his lap, focusing on picking at the skin of his thumb, rather than the intense burn of his boyfriend's eyes on him. "Aren't you?"

Changbin laughed at that and Aiden knew he didn't mean to be hurtful in his laughter, but it did still hurt because he was laughing at him. At his apparently stupid thought process - not that he didn't agree, it was pretty stupid when he said his thoughts out loud. "No!" he spoke through his chuckles. Aiden could feel the rumble of Changbin's deep laughter through his chest, shaking Aiden to his core and for a moment he simply got lost in the feeling and the closeness. But when Changbin started talking again, he was pulled from his thoughts and forced himself to focus on the words being spoken. "I've kissed someone before, yeah. But I'm not experienced in anything. I jack off a lot, so does that give me experience in hand jobs?" he asked 

"Well, I mean... maybe?" Aiden asked curiously.

"Then that means you're experienced too." Changbin pointed out. "But I haven't done anything else, with anyone, including Felix." Changbin lifted his gaze from Aiden to look at the blonde male sitting in front of them. Felix nodded his head, a soft sigh leaving his lips

"I haven't done anything either." Felix confessed. "You were my first kiss Aiden." Aiden felt his eyes widen impossibly large at the admission. He honestly hadn't thought he was Felix's first kiss. The other seemed to experienced in what they were doing - how their lips moved and the right amount of pressure to put to keep a kiss soft or maybe to make it a little more heated.

"But I thought-"

"That's the thing, baby. You thought, you never asked." Changbin cut him off, lips pressing lightly to Aiden's cheek. "You sit there and worry about being inexperienced, thinking the rest of us have so much experience that there is no way we could possibly want you, but we're just as inexperienced as you are." he told him. "And that's okay because like Felix said before, it's okay to be inexperienced. It's what life is about, going through the unknown and learning...together."  Aiden could feel himself pouting, brows drawn together as he did his best to will the tears from welling up in his eyes. He remembered Felix saying that on the night of the confession in the Ferris Wheel. He just never thought they meant it, or what it actually meant for them.

But now it was different. He was being told he wasn't alone in being inexperienced. The people he thought who were experienced, weren't and for some reason, that made everything seem okay. Because he wasn't going to be embarrassing himself or being compared to a past relationship. Everything was fresh and new for them. 

And maybe that's all Aiden had needed to know from the very start.

"I want to." he whispered, lifting his gaze to meet Felix's eyes and then turned his head to stare at Changbin.

"Want to what?" Felix asked gently. 

"Have sex. I want to, I'm just scared." He felt Changbin's arms tighten around him, pulling him back closer as he nuzzled his neck gently. 

"It's okay. We can do it when you're ready, baby. There's nothing to be scared about okay?"  Aiden nodded his head slowly, letting out a soft exhale as he relaxed fully against Changbin. Lifting his arms, he held them out towards Felix, smiling as the Australian crawled into his lap and laid against him, cuddling into his chest. Aiden wrapped his arms around Felix and sighed contently, eyes closing as he enjoyed the warmth the closeness brought to him. Aiden watched as Felix grabbed the remote for his DVD player once more and started the movie, the three of them falling into a comfortable silence as they were sucked into wonders of Black Panther. The worries and fears that had plagued Aiden's mind for almost year were finally eased, assured that his two boyfriends would take their time with him and not rush him and he was sure they would make their first time together - whenever that may be - memorable. And for that, he was so thankful to have them in his life.

[bayrut]

SO since you’re the marvel expert here, which marvel movies are good in your opinion? I want a TED talk, please explain yourself with full detail bc ily when you talk about thing you like 💖 (I’m preparing myself to hear some bad takes tho)

ok so hi camila I am currently during a lab meeting so i will be able to finish this essay, but be warned this is,,,, extremely long i hope tumblr even lets me post this. but here are my favorite mcu movies in no particular order. like they’re all good, then i have a tiny section for honorable mentions of some movies that have a certain few good elements but overall are not Good TM. then i have a special mention for The Movie that shaped superhero movies forever (even though it is not my fave). 

If you find this too long and decide to not read that it okay!!! i totally get it. but if you don’t read my reply at least read this:

comic books are like a story and art/visuals right? but the two things that movie makers forget about when adapting a comic book to the screen are exactly that!!! the story and the visuals. they thing that they can make a movie where everyone punches everyone and throw in a few jokes and people will be please (and they are, look at how much money they are making...) but i am not pleased. there is no story, they don’t care about character arc. and the visuals are ugly, the art in comics is supposed to help the story, to help the plot flow, like the fights should tell stories in the way that they’re organized, and the visuals should be breathtaking and serve the plot. and this all is not hard to do like: just hired a good choreographer for the fights and learn how to shoot shots properly and that’s... it. and it has been done before in some of the movies i mentioned and some shows *cough cough* watch daredevil *cough cough* so yeah it is doable but the directors dont care and would prefer to make mindless action movies with jokes and label them as ‘superhero movies’ because they know people will eat that up.

anyway, rant over, these are the best marvel movies: (open at your own risk this is extremely detailed, 4 word pages long and i did not proof read it, it took me over two hours to write)

the best marvel movie of all time must spider-man: into the spider-verse but that’s probably because they spent so many time on it to get it right. also, it’s probably cheating to consider it the best movie, since it’s animated so it does get the whole comic book vibe best automatically. but really the movie is funny, like a spider-man movie should be, the art is beautiful it is Art and honestly anyone that doesn’t think the same can unfollow me. i tried the first time i saw the trailer and also when i watched it in the cinema. Art. although the dialogue is a bit poor, and they did my girls gwen and peni dirty. but john mulaney is in it so!!! definitely one of the superior movies. the art is so beautiful i write and cry about it all the day but the fact that each character is done in a different style, and that the background and scenery is so,,, detailed,,, like it’s beautiful. even besides being a good superhero movie, it’s an amazing animated movie when compared to the trash kids get these days, where all characters look the same in a movie but also from a movie to the next. also the soundtrack was kinda amazing for the movie. tl;dr: i want my spider-verse 2 now please and thank you, the 10 second teaser was enough for me to tear up

black panther is one of the best marvel movie. i know a lot of people have focused on the diversity aspect of it and how we need black superheros so i won’t focus on it too much, you already know that. but. the costumes. are so beautiful. they spent so much time designing costumes. the plot was interesting, which honestly,,, i can’t say the same for most superhero movies these days. the movie encapsulates the magically tehcnological vibe that wakanda gives off in the comics, and honestly all the actors did a great job. also, the casino fight scene... like help that was too beautiful. superhero movies fight scenes should feel like a well-organized and elegant choreography, and honestly i’m so upset that a lot of movies decide to be like whatever they can throw in punches and that will. like in comics the punches and kicks serve to fight a narrative, to help the flow of the images move. it’s not an action movie or one of those war movies where whoever punches whoever else and that’s done. those are comic book adaptations. i need to see the flow of images. the art. where is it. anyway. black panther has that in probably all fight scenes, and i would like to say thanks to everyone who worked on that aspect. like for real fight scences looking pretty is a big part of why i like or don’t like a superhero comic book, movie, or tv show (on that note, go watch daredevil). also, the movie was funny enough but not a joke. like a comic book should be. loved it

logan: ok idk if this is an unpopular opinion and idc, but the xmen movies are far more superior than the other movies. they just get the vibe right. logan was a beautiful movie. it was different than all other movies in the superhero genre, it is violent but not violent for the sake of violent, it was violent to portray how violent life it. it wasn’t showing blood just to show blood. it captures so many emotions like intense grief and regret correctly, it is an actually Good Content movie, like many adults treat the superhero genre as a joke, and i think logan shows that it should not be treated as a joke. also, i think the characterisation of logan (like i mean the character himself) was much better in this movie compared to the xmen movies. like there he is just brooding and rude, but in logan i think he stopped being a 2-dimensional character. anyway, love it, teared up at the end, we should get more xmen movies and in general, superhero movies like this

ok i might be biased because i know the script by heart by now, but guardians of the galaxy is also one of the greatest movies based on a comic book. idk how much you know about gotg, but the comics were not doing great before the movie, but after it like marvel started making new runs and they all became popular. anyway my point is: the story was beautiful, the images and background were Beautiful, it was funny, it was a movie about not belonging anywhere but finding people to call home, about finding a reason to live. all the characters were like whatever i just exist i don’t matter and!! they found home. a lot of people treat the movie as a joke because of how light it is and how the characters are all different stereotypes of ‘funny sarcastic character’, but it really is beautiful. and the soundtrack.... can i just say... genius, superior, amazing, fantastic, i could go on for days. that opening scene where star-lord is alone and singing??? the way it is filmed??? the choreography of it all?? like idk it’s just too good. i have lots of feelings about gotg. the second one wasn’t as good, i didn’t like the main plot it was a bit Too Much but i liked the continuing theme of finding home with Yondu (who deserved better imo) but yes gotg is a superior movie

iron man, like how do i even describe this movie without insulting it... it launched the MCU. it is iconic. RDJ is amazing but not only him, everyone in that movie is great. and honestly all the iron man movies are great. (if you compare with how tony stark is portrayed in the avengers movies, like he’s way more shallow there). the movies make sense, the fight scence have that dramatic and elegant element about them. the second wasn’t my fave, but still was extremely good. the third was amazing too, like the ending of it with the suits and all that... the portrayal of mental illness, like panic attacks and anxiety,,, like this is truly what the movie genre should be about. not just mindless fights, it is about stories, and that is why most superhero movies are not good. normal people go and like them but i can’t enjoy them. and not just me (and comic book readers), like people who enjoy them are usually the people who are okay to go watch a random movie with good jokes (because that’s what most superhero movies are these days, bad plot but good enough jokes for people to go pay 15$ and see them). i mean i am ok with those movies too, but since i read comics i don’t and can’t really enjoy those movies. i think when people tell me they don’t like marvel, it is most often because they are people that read (not just comics) like they read books and care about plot and what is the movie really trying to say so when they’re asked why they dont like the movie they’re like oh it’s a dumb superhero movie... and i can’t argue with that because most superhero movies are like that right now... they profit off the fact that some superhero movies (like iron man) were huge hits that revived the genre, and profit off the fact that people think they will automatically enjoy the movie and wil go watch it, so they don’t care about actually writing a story...

xmen days of the future past this is,,, such a good movie,,, i’m a sucker for time-travel when it’s done right, and the slow-motion quicksilver scene with the music,, can i just say,,, poetic cinema,,, beautiful,, my only complaint is that there are not enough relevant female characters but like,,, it looks how a comic book movie should look like,,, anytime i’m on a plane i have to watch it... also,,, i discovered 2 years ago that a lot of scenes were filmed at my university so like,, it holds an extremely special place in my heart, i can’t believe i’ve been in the same buildings where they filmed it, it’s crazy..

doctor strange: ok ok dont @ me yet please listen. i know story-wise it is meh, they didn’t do it well (but i have real high hopes for the sequel, but that’s a talk for another day) but the visuals!!!! the visuals!!!! the fights!!! the way that they morph like reality during the fights,,, it’s just,, so beautiful, one could get drunk just by looking at it,,, also,, the sanctum sancotrum looks so pretty. the fights flow amazingly well (kudos to the cape). the dormammu scence!!!! oscar-worthy!! like i know the plot wasn’t great and the movie is zelma-erasure but!!! it looks like a superhero movie should look like and look i’m an arts kid that’s why i like comics because they’re pretty and the pictures tell a story. like of course i read books i read a lot but the visuals are so important for comic books and they should be for comic book to movie adaptations and they’re often not but doctor strange had it

ok one of my faves it ant-man and also the sequel but let’s focus on ant-man for a second, it is goofy but has lots of emphasis on the family subplot and that’s beautiful. this movie should have gotten an award just for when Luis tells stories like that scene is iconic. a lot of people think it’s a dumb movie because it focuses a lot on being funny but actually like the themes!!! aborded. like being in jail then not being able to find a job, then trying to steal again just because you need money because you wanna see your kid, like the power of showing this!! people treat it as a joke like ha ha look he is an engineer and he is working in an ice cream store, but here again no it’s an important story and comic books are books like @ movie directors where is my story??? why are you making a movie but forgetting the story??? how and why?? anyway ant-man had a story!! and also the scott/cassie father/daughter relationship.... like.. my heart. also the visual when ant-man becomes too tiny... very pretty

ok now for some movies that arent the best but have some really good elements that have to be mentioned

thor ok so a lot of people think it is not good but loki in it... i swear tom hiddleston is a great actor and just like,,, the way he portrays despair and like sadness and grief (over himself! about losing himself) is really beautiful... like even in the dark world his performance was really good,,, the Dramaticism of it all.... amazing,,, but his character was done so dirty in the MCU, like loki and wanda and strange are supposed to be the 3 most powerful sorcerers in the marvel world and the MCU was like there you get a small knife, as a treat (like don’t get me wrong i want loki to have a knife but...) also his character deserves more depth than that... like the comic books are breathtaking i’m so sad they did loki so bad... they erased the fact that loki is genderfluid, that he has complex morals, that loki is the god/goddess of stories not just whatever he is supposed to be in those movies... anyway i’m hoping for better characterization in the show, especially that they also hired a female actress to also play loki so we might get genderfluid loki,,, but also i dont wanna have hope and clown

big hero 6 (yes it counts do not fight me): although the animation was very similar to the animation these days, like it was not Special like into the spider-verse, the story is cute, it tackles important topics like grief and how do deal with grief, which is good considering that most kids movies these days just rehash the same topics and don’t care about the plot lines or what is learned

ok i hate and i really mean absolutely hate the new spider-man movies because the are bad but far from home has to be acknowledged for jake gyllenhaal as mysterio but not just about jake, in the end he is just an actor. you know that scene where he is doing his ‘illusions’ towards the end of the movie and it never ends and everytime you think the scene is over and we’re back to reality it turns out we’re still in the ‘illusion’??? just this scene and i really mean just this one scence did it right. like it’s like a comic book. when i watched it i was breathless i is beautiful. anything else in that movie i don’t care at all

i like venom but not because it’s great, the plot is very weak and it doesn’t look great but tom hardy is really good in it... like him losing it over having a symbiote in himself, being like Stressed and Anxious and A Disaster TM is really good... like when he goes to the restaurant and eats that lobster alive and sits in the tank... like amazing and superb love it

and finally, i can’t make this list without mentioning the movie that really made the difference:

avengers ok so avengers was not the best because it really did not care about black widow or hawkeye or hulk at all (their characterization is horrible and butchered in all the movies), and i don’t even like captain america, and thor is annoying, so basically tony stark, loki, and our buddies at shield carry the whole movie, but this movie is so important in terms of like, it’s the first movie that really like started the crossover movies for superheros, the ‘let’s put it all together and hope people don’t get confused’. without it like really the MCU (and DCU, even though idc much about it sorry) would be nothing like they are today!! but yeah like it did so many characters dirty like the characterization sucks, the plot is rushed,,, but like it’s okay. oh and the fight scenes are good! like you still have the whole elegant choreography element of it, which exists in the first few crossover marvel movies like this one and age of ultron (that movie was dissapointing i was so hyped for ultron as a villain and then they made him out to be a tuna can) but then for like civil war and endgame and all that it’s just huge fights and everyone hitting anyone and i don’t care for that like you get lost the only info you can take out is like: oh, there is punching happening. you don’t get to enjoy elements of it and how all the characters are interacting and collaborating together to make a visually pleasing scene simply because those fights are. not. visually. pleasing. anyway. also the shawarma scene was superior. 

[daydreamindollie]

w.jh | stubborn kitten

Pairing: w.junhui x f.reader

Genre: fluff + slight angst + hybrid au

Special Request: badass reader that’s only nice to Jun 

Length: 1.6k

A/N: Now I know I’m super late for Jun day and this was a request made ages ago and you didn’t request a hybrid au - BUT! It’s out, okay? That’s what counts! And, of course, your satisfaction upon reading this too! Please enjoy the read and ignore all my amateur mistakes!!! 

Prompts: 

“Quit it or I’ll bite”

“If I die I’m gonna haunt your ass”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while”

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Being a hybrid of a rare predator species, you were always kept away from everyone else. Isolated from the other hybrids who willingly embraced the segregation, staring on at you with fearful eyes as they kept their distance.

For a long period of your life, you hated yourself. Not only for being a hybrid but for the type of hybrid you were - a black panther. Deadly and misunderstood. 

Many people were afraid of you lashing out at them, people and hybrids all the same. No one has ever taken the time to get to know you and it's frustrating; you are a good person, you don't act out aggressively, not once have you ever done so in your life but that didn't matter to them. They didn't care enough to approach you themselves and start a conversation.

You’re always alone and the inevitable fate of a lonely life only ending in euthanasia was an already accepted future. You had given up on life; what was the point of fighting for change when the cards you were dealt had put you at a very low disadvantage. 

That was your life until he came and rescued you…

He had come to the hybrid adoption centre, indecisive of who he wanted his new companion to be. 

He was the son of a rich businessman and was studying in order to assure his father’s conscience for when he’ll one day inherit the company from him. Growing up in the shadow of his father, he hadn’t been able to experience true friendships as his only relations were made with ill intention by greedy, manipulative people as well as between the children of his father's colleagues. It wasn’t ideal so now that he can legally adopt his own hybrid, he was eager to gain a true friend and so desperate that he was willing to buy them. 

You once called him pathetic for being so desperate but you were now only eternally grateful to him for adopting you. Picking you out from your lonely corner, ignoring all other hybrids that clambered and begged for his attention, knowing that they’ll be well taken care of in his supervision if his sophisticated attire and sickly-sweet scent was anything to judge by. 

It still surprises you that he was so willing to adopt you despite your horrid attitude towards him. You suppose that that was your only indication of how genuine his interest in you was. In the vivid pictures of your memory, you recall being an absolute vixen towards him, something you regret and now strive to make up to him for. 

“Quit it or I’ll bite,” you warned him, not liking the way he was just staring at you from across the room and in complete ignorance of the hardback book cradled in his hands. 

“S-sorry…” he mumbled under his breath and strained to focus all his attention on his book. It was all in vain, however, as he couldn’t help but keep glancing up at you. Why was he like this? You weren’t doing anything interesting; you were just sitting there, your tail gently flicking about behind you as you stared out the window you were seated beside. 

That was how you spent the first few weeks with him in his grand apartment complex - doing absolutely nothing and only snapping at him when he subtly begged for your attention. If he was a hybrid himself, he would be one of those domesticated dogs, equipped with eyes large enough to hold a galaxy as they pleaded their owners for more pets and food and whatever they wish to have. 

Deep regret was seeded within you for the unfair treatment you had once put him through despite all of the good that he voluntarily gave you, never one to stop his tenderness, no matter how much you refused his gestures. However, you were grateful that he had finally got through to you somehow, it was peculiar for anyone to have you speak so personally of yourself as you were so used to pushing people away, keeping them at a distance with the wall you had meticulously built up around yourself. 

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while…” he chuckled with unease in spite of intending to alleviate any stress that could arise from the situation. The two of you, with high tensions still in the air, had gotten stuck in the elevator that abruptly stopped working on your way back up to his apartment after a trip to the mall. 

Somehow, your mind had instantly deemed him the reason why you were both forced into such a helpless situation, “if you hadn’t suggested that we go out shopping today, this never would have happened,” you snarled as he raised both his hands in defence. 

“I had no idea that the elevator would stop working, neither of us did - I had no part in this,” he vindicated as you huffed, not one to give in. 

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass,”

There was a long pause before you his sweet voice that you deeply hated cut through the silence, “why do you hate me so much? Did I do something wrong?…” he raised a hand to reach forward and rest comfortingly upon your shoulder after noticing that you were shaking. Inches away, you hissed at him to back off, which he instantly obliged to but remained aware of your distressed body language and kept his body alert and ready to give you comfort. 

“You treat me differently…” you confessed, hugging yourself so as to bring about some ounce of comfort, the only comfort you trust, “I don’t like it…it’s scary to me,” you almost curse for being so upfront and honest. This wasn’t like you but, somehow, deep inside, you were able to trust him enough to admit to your concerns, regardless of hardly even being able to confess them to yourself. Perhaps it was the stress the circumstance was already putting you through that made you so open. 

“Wh-why is that?…” he presses gently, hope rising within him; this could be his chance at finally getting through to you. He knows you've been profoundly harmed in the past and he had been feeling so powerless as he watched you continue to suffer, refusing to lean on him. 

“No one has ever treated me like this before…I-I want to like it,” he smiles, softly urging you to continue, “but I don’t know if I can trust that you won’t leave me or just end up being like everyone else and treat me badly,”

“Trust me…” his eyes were pleading you, nothing but genuine concern and compassion glossing them under the white light of the elevator, “I’m not going to hurt you. I adopted you to give you a better life and keep you away from what once tormented you. Please…let me take care of you,”

You didn’t know it until he reached out to wipe them away, but you were crying. As he held you in his arms for the first time ever, you had never felt so safe, so loved. It was a feeling you were eager to get used to. 

Cuddled up in his arms, you purr in content as he chuckles, stroking a hand over your ears and soft hair. He and his 12 other friends were over for a night of movie-watching. Coincidentally, some were hybrids and the rest, their owners. It was a nice atmosphere and everyone got along well. You still growled and snarled at others but kept all your affection for Jun. He was the only one worthy enough of it. The other hybrids, you were slowly getting used to for their fun, easy-going personalities but their owners, you still have yet to grow trust for. Everyone was understanding once Jun explained your affairs for you but you were still cautious. 

Sensing a presence coming up beside your cuddle pile with Jun, you didn't let it deter you and kept purring, enjoying the moment spent curled up in your human’s arms, seated on his lap. 

“Hey, Jun, can you come and check something out real quick?” the voice of Jisoo, his human friend and the owner of Jeonghan, had the hairs on your neck rising as the idea of your Jun being taken away for even a moment had you becoming overprotective. 

“Come on kitten, let me up,” Jun whispered into your ear as he nuzzled his nose into the crown of your head and placed a soft kiss between your drawn back ears. 

“No!” you stubbornly huffed before turning to glare at Jisoo, “Jisoo can find someone else to look at whatever he wants you to check on,” you snapped through your canines, growling dangerously. Jun was gonna continue cuddling with you and no one was gonna get in the way of that. 

“I’ll look at it, Jisoo,” the deep voice of Seungcheol rang as the male you were glaring down quickly nodded and moved away. Once he was fully out of sight, your nerves relaxed and finally turned to Jun with your tail beginning to gently sway behind you as your ears perked up, eyes sparkling with the glitter of content upon smiling up at your human. 

“Your such a bad kitten,” he laughed as you grinned wider, nuzzling into the hand he had reached up to comb through your soft hair, “If I had known you were going to be this cute, I would have gotten us stuck in an elevator sooner.”

Gasping, you stared at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape, “So it was your fault after all!” 

“I-I didn’t mean it like that, kitten!”

[growingpaynes-art]

Far From Home Initial Review: What I Liked and What I Didn’t (Spoilers)

I saw Far From Home yesterday and jotted down some of my immediate responses, and then took some time to think on those points. I do intend to see the film again in the next few days and I may be adding to or amending this list.

Major spoilers below.

(CW: sexual harassment, victim blaming)

What I Liked:

That scene in the jet where Happy stitches Peter up was A+. Not just regarding the expert acting, but how the filmmakers decided to handle the scene. Peter’s fear, stress, and self doubt briefly shifts to anger, and he snaps at Happy for telling him to “relax.” He immediately apologizes, saying “i’m sorry, I shouldn't shout.” Happy in return responds by choosing his words more carefully. Happy then gives him a gentle and encouraging pep talk in which he recognizes Peter’s emotions, encourages him, and explains that he doesn’t need to live up to the legacy of Iron Man and that he only needs to do his best. He remains on task and pragmatic, but never rushes Peter or forces him to do anything he’s not comfortable doing, offering support all the while. 

Peter is allowed to cry at several points throughout the film in front of other male characters, including Nick Fury and Happy. He is never judged for this and he is never made to feel like his emotions are unreasonable or invalid. Continuing this from the previous films even as Peter gets older and takes on more responsibilities further normalizes male emotion in action films. 

Peter consistently voices his concerns and asks for help instead of overwhelming himself and internalizing.

Peter was noticeably shorter than MJ in most of their scenes together, including where they kiss or hold hands. Peter’s height is never made into the butt of a joke, which I had feared might happen. No one even mentions it. Marvel did have Tom wear shoes that made him a little taller than he actually is, but I do appreciate that they didn’t drastically increase his height like they always did to RDJ. 

JK Simmons returning as J Jonah Jameson was a great surprise, and it gives me hope that we may yet see Peter as a photographer

Peter walking out from behind that car carrying a sign and a light as a reference to Steve wielding the shield and mjolnir.

Peter calling his dick his “webshooter”

MJ stepping in and providing some real help several times throughout the movie 

The movies on the flight to Venice “Heart of Iron: The Tony Stark Story,” “Chasing Hydra” etc

The terribly edited movie maker tribute set to “I Will Always Love You” with “in memoriam” in comic sans was the funniest possible way to open the film

Bucky being included in the Thank You Avengers collage in the Midtown Tech news video

Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell were definitely dating and i’m here for it. 

Seeing Peter fight without a suit was cool. I’ve always thought there was a kind of disconnect when characters like spiderman or black panther fight with their masks on, like they feel separate from the actors. But seeing Peter fight in his civilian clothing made it feel more real to me that this kid really has these powers and can do all these amazing flips and feats of strength. It also let us see more of his creativity and quick thinking.

I’m impressed that they were able to make Mysterio’s mo-cap suit look cool instead of completely ridiculous like they do in real life.

Peter closing his eyes and fighting the drones with his spidey-sense to avoid the illusions was so badass. 

The violence felt real. Every time Peter got hit, the audience felt it. Several times he was unable to stand up, he limped and winced and cried. It felt like the consequences of such heavy action were realistically considered when Peter couldn’t just pop back up and shake it off. 

"If you were better, maybe Tony would still be alive” “You’re just a scared little kid in a sweatsuit” 

“You got me?” “I got you.”

“lets get a drink” “i’m- i’m not 21.”

Peter going to a parent figure wearing an oversized shirt and crying while confessing his self-doubts was an oddly specific parallel that i didn’t expect to get again but i’m certainly not complaining

What I Didn’t:

The “rest stop hookup” scene was deeply inappropriate. Peter, a child, is commanded to undress in front of an adult female agent. He initially resists but is intimidated into compliance when she repeats the order. One of Peter’s classmates, Brad, walks into the room and Peter is literally caught with his pants around his ankles with an adult stranger. Brad makes the assumption that Peter is hooking up with her, and takes a photo for evidence with the intention of showing it to MJ in order to ruin Peter’s “chance” with her. Peter is blamed for a situation in which he is the victim, and the audience is meant to find this entire scene funny. Instead of what could have been a really cool scene in which this agent presents the new suit she’s made for Peter, we are given this very uncomfortable scene of sexual harassment played for laughs.

Peter and Brad competing for MJ’s affection and actively sabotaging each other is unnecessary. 

The use of old footage from previous films was lazy, especially when Marvel could have easily recreated those scenes from the perspectives of the new antagonists. I’ve always found this distracting, especially when the quality noticeably drops between two clips, though this is more of a personal peeve than anything I see as a legitimate problem.

The list of characters who become villains because they feel personally or indirectly slighted by Tony and Howard is getting too big. Honestly I think it’s lazy to keep using that as backstory/motivation for new villains after over 10 years, especially now that Tony isn’t even alive.

The multiverse being made up by Beck was disappointing.

The monsters being the Elementals instead of Sandman or Hydroman was also disappointing.

I wish that the spidey-sense was represented by some creative audio or visual cue, like the goosebumps in iw or the ringing noise in spiderverse

There were several lgbt characters/actors on the class trip but they weren’t very visible. You really don’t notice them at all unless you were aware of who was cast beforehand and were watching closely for them. I’m not asking for Peter to swing through new york with a rainbow flag screaming “trans rights” but I would have liked to have seen a queer couple holding hands or a student with a trans patch on their backpack or something. I had been hoping for Peter to actually interact with one of them, to refer to them by name. Obviously having such a diverse cast with queer characters being played by actual queer actors is a huge step up from Joe Russo’s “grieving man” but like that shouldn’t be where the bar is at this point. 

Tbh the headstone and zombie iron man were cliche, and i think it would have been much more impactful if Mysterio had made an allusion of Tony himself instead.

Why would Dr Strange not be available to fight massive elemental monsters from another dimension bent on consuming the earth like dude make yourself available??

I wish the new suit included Karen so that we could see how she and Peter’s interactions have changed now that he is expertly familiar with the functions of the suits. Additionally, the spider-drone would have been cool to see again.

The illusion to Uncle Ben with the “BFP” initials on Peter’s suitcase was great but I do wish we could get some actual information about him. We don’t need to see his death or the “with great power comes great responsibility” speech- we’ve already seen that enough times- but a little clarification on what officially happened to him in the mcu would be interesting. 

Honestly I thought it was too convenient that May, Happy, and all of Peter’s closest friends also dusted. I had wanted to see how interactions between Peter and May or friends such as Ned would be tested emotionally due to the five-year gap.

The BARF tech being invented by Beck and stolen by Tony detracts from it being used in Civil War to establish Tony’s feelings about Howard and Maria’s murders. If it isn’t Tony’s invention, that takes the heart out of it. 

I had really hoped that the glasses were going to end up revealing Tony as an AI, or at least some kind of message from him, and i thought was weird that Tony would give Peter access to a system that allows him to order drone strikes on his classmates.

Also...  so the drone strike on peter’s bus was faked by Mysterio’s team because they needed to get the EDITH glasses from Peter? Because the EDITH glasses give them access to the satellite that deploys the drones? But they already have the same drones? and use one them to fake the bus attack? so why do they need EDITH? Maybe i missed something but that makes no sense to me. 

[misssiriuss]

Hello, I would like a “general deep channeling with story” reading please 💕✨

So I will give you a deep channeling !

I sense a lion, a very fiery one inside you, ready to fight the boar In front of It, yet It hesitate.. It hesitate, and don't want to take the step to actually catch Its prey, and therefore It waits, and let the board sprint Its way.

The lion energy Is the strongest here, and I sense that you are a really strong being, yet you don't want to admit It. Yes thats true dont hide that!! 🤨 You look at the other black panther, admire them, yet you don't see the unique strong, elegant qualities you carry around you. 💕

Some people might be Intimidated by you, but when you play yourself down, thats when they feel like they can Intimidate you. Some have a subconscious jealousy towards your strength, and therefore wants to play you down. Though this Is In a very low vibrational perspective, but I believe by you knowing this, It will take you higher and make you understand 😊👊

Though on the other hand, I feel you being the lion kit, still finding their ways, while embodying the lion. There Is both a lion kit, and a big strong lion within you that Is clashing together. I believe It could be the adult self, and your child self clashing as Its a normal process for humans who are maturing.. Yet, In this case Its special because Its a lion we are talking about, a natural leader.

BUT as for what I see In the future, Is you venturing somewhere else, maybe travelling or what we In the human world "moving." There will be a completely different place for you to explore.. and I sense some triggers that will make you want to burst out your anger, yet, I sense that this anger will calm you down, and release the pressure and self sabotaging you have been holding yourself Into. This new place will also finally be a place where you feel like the people around you are likeable, strong willed and lionlike like you.. That will help you a lot with belonging

Though You will be in a social situations where you will be tested to show your true leadership qualities, and embrace your true nature, but don't worrt too much about It because It will happen without you realizing It! 💥👊

As for what could help you even more Is by making sure that you work out regurlarly, maybe go to the gym to increase that self asserrivness within you! It will help a lot with your body Image

a past life

please listen to your feelings and intuition, because these matters

I sense a tribe female, who has been hurt and abandoned.. Her child was stolen from her as she was neglected by the tribe leader. People were disgusted by her, throwed her away frpm the teritorium as if she was a piece of trash..

She died by dogs eating her up. (If you have any negative connotations to dark/black, dogs with sharp alerted ears, Its a sign)

But I also sense she was you In a past life, and she has a message for you

"You.. You are a dream to me, to live freely as you do, you will never have to suffer the way I did.. The version of you, Is a chance to grow to the person I missed In me"

She tells you that the way you live now Is a blessing.

This tribe woman, wants to remind you about children. If you have had a fear about keeping a child In the far future, this reading want to tell you the reason you feel that way, Is because of the past life you had, your child being stolen from you 😐

"Miss, don't be afraid of me, I am just your stolen child" Is a quoteish sentence.

I also sense some handmaids tale vibes, and If you get really triggered but also drawn to watching these series, It could be a sign. (I know many people are drawn to watching It and everyone have their own deeply rotted reasons)

I also sense that In that past life, the lover you had neglected you at last.. You loved him deeply, but he just, never wanted to see you again. And could be a sign of trust issues, and how you simply don't want people to leave you, ever. In this case, you are for example really afraid If some friend for example don't contact you when they are for a trip for example and you subconsciously feel like "what If they suddenly say that they don't want to be with me anymore" and therefore you make sure you contact them a lot, make sure their Interest don't suddenly falls apart.

On the positive side, I see a chance to heal those aspects.. This tribe woman, smiles. "You have gone far by knowing this" because by just knowing this, your subconscious will take you to a journey where you will be able to heal those aspects..

How you can heal consciously

"By shouting your name, you will heal anyday" This Is very metaphorical.. But I sense that the power to heal yourself already exists within you. You just let It be revealed by truly being yourself..

And as you are aware of these things, there will be a chance to accept, embrace and love those aspects.. to finally release them..

The quickest way to ever heal, Is self love, forgivness, respect, and empowerment.. Because as you empower yourself, you will empower others 😊 A person who truly love themselves won't ever feel like they need to prove themselves how good they are to anyone.. Because deep down, the validation they ever need, Is from themselves 💕

For that self love, I sense some stagnant energies that could be released quicker by just.. crying.. to just simply cry.. 🙁

If you feel a connection to feathers, healing with them feel like woulf be effective

Bonus Extra guide

A guide, a very stubborn, kinda angry one, In the Disneys spirit movie with the horse, you kinda see these big animals he come across on the ice.. (I don't remember the name of the animal) 🙁 And It wants to tell you that you must listen to the messages universe keeps on giving you.. Wether It would be through music or cards.. But I specifically sense It through music...a song that involve feather In the picture, and has pastel like colors on the album. If you come across a song like that, listen to the message throughly.

Helping affirmations

My inner child and adult are cooperative

I embody, love and embrace my power as It lifts me up.

I see the truth, when I look at the mirror.

My inner tribe leader, smiles at me with light.

I go far, as I now heal the burden of my scars.

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[justanotherloveaffair]

I Trust You (Part 8/8)  - Chadwick x Reader

Summary:  You start to pave your own way forward, finally finding yourself on the road to a better future - but will it include Chadwick?

Warnings:  None. Just fluff.

Word Count: 3,593

Author’s Note:  To clarify the timeline (important for this chapter), this chapter/story takes place PRE-filming of Black Panther.

And it’s done! Thank you again to everyone who read, commented, and enjoyed this story. I had a blast writing it and reading your reactions!

Since Tumblr is being a little bitch these days, please check the comments for a link to my Masterlist, and Chapter 7.

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Your apartment was, as a fancy-talking realtor would put it, “Cozy.”

The space you and Ariana were sharing was in the basement of a house, with two older women who lived upstairs and rented their basement suite for extra retirement income. 

Since it was a basement, there were only thin windows allowing some light in, so to counteract the darkness Ariana had furnished it with lots of floor and table lamps for lighting. Walking downstairs, you were immediately in the living room, which was tolerably clean by your standards. A small kitchen of just the basics was tucked into a little corner. 

The ‘den’ you were paying rent for was big enough for a twin sized bed that took up half the room. The saving grace was the room’s closet, which had a built-in wardrobe and shelves, enough room to stash your suitcase. 

Ariana seemed apologetic as she showed the room to you. “Like I said, you won’t pay the full rent since you don’t have a full-sized room.” She looked at you anxiously, chewing her lip. “Are you okay with it?” 

A brief flash of regret went through you, thinking about Chadwick’s offer and all that went along with it. But your gut was telling you this was the right decision, and only time would prove you wrong. You responded to Ariana’s question with an assured smile. 

On your first evening in your new apartment, you curled up on the couch attempting to get to know your new roommate a little better, and as irony would have it, the one thing you were trying to push from your thoughts, was the one thing she wanted to talk about. 

“PleaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAse give me details,” her palms came together in front of her face, pleading in prayer, “and don’t think I didn’t see you trying to swallow each other’s tongues from the front window.” She abandoned her praying gesture to smack your arm, smirking. 

“You snoop!” You laughed, and responded to her round, pleading, hopeful eyes with a secretive shrug.

You were committed to staying guarded out of protectiveness for the past few days you had shared with him, that just didn’t feel right to talk about. You deflected her questions until she gave up, at least, she promised, for now.

All through your evening, and that night when you tried to sleep, he was all you could think about. 

That night, while Dodger snored next to you, you turned from side to side, experimenting with different sleeping positions on your small bed when you felt a vibration under your pillow. 

You scrambled to pull the phone up to your squinting eyes in the dark room, the blueish light from your screen illuminating the smile on your face as you read the text from Chadwick. 

I miss you.

You couldn’t help but picture him lounging naked in his bed at 1:30am, also struggling to sleep and burning with thoughts of you while you were doing the very same thing. Both of you, side by side, smiled at your phones, and Chadwick saw your text bubble come through just seconds later: 

Miss you too.

//

You felt strange and unprepared returning to work the next day. When colleagues asked how your weekend was, you almost wanted to laugh. A year’s worth of life experiences had happened since Friday. Where to even start? I was assaulted on Friday, then I met and ended up staying with an apparent movie star who helped me move out with my shitty ex, and yesterday I just moved into a new place. Oh and I got my back blown out a few times. How was your weekend?

Proving how long your absence seemed, when you sat down at your computer, you had completely forgotten your password, and had to sheepishly phone your IT department. 

The morning passed quickly as you caught up and you stealthily passed a few text messages back and forth with Chadwick, who apparently wanted you to know whenever he was thinking of you, and that morning, it was often. 

Just before your lunch break, your boss, a short, but fierce older woman with a halo of curls and thick black rimmed glasses, stopped at your desk.

“Y/N, welcome back, I’ve been meaning to catch you all morning but have been in nonstop meetings – how are you feeling?” Her concerned expression confused you for a second, until you remembered calling in sick.

You slid your phone under your thigh to hide your text message conversation, and swivelled in your chair to give her your full attention. “I’m feeling better, Kirsten – thanks.”

You respected your boss and felt a little guilty lying to her, but weren’t sure what you could say.

You then heard the most dreaded words an employee can hear from their manager, although her face was kind and her tone casual as she asked, “Do you mind stepping into my office?”

“N-No, not at all.” With a grim expression, you stood and followed her, and she closed the door behind you, the thud of it closing sounding ominous. 

“Take a seat,” she gestured at her wooden visitor chair, and moved her small frame behind the heavy desk. As she did, she pulled out a nondescript folder from her cabinet, and placed it between you.

Your heart was beating a million miles per minute at what could have prompted either the reprimand that was coming, or your dismissal.

When Kirsten opened the folder, what you saw took you completely by surprise.

They were security camera photos. The first picture showing an elevator, grainy and in black and white, a man and a woman.

The time stamp on the picture was the exact time you left the office on Friday, but you didn’t need that piece of information to know that this was you and your attacker.

In the photo, your face was a blank mask, expressionless. You seemed made of stone. He looked exactly as you tried not to remember. The camera angle had a birds eye view of his bald head with the combed over hairs. 

Looking at it gave you a sick, squirming feeling in your stomach as you relived the disgust and fear that was going through your mind in that very moment.

That was just the first picture. You could see others behind it, three or four, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them.

Your hand stayed firmly planted over your mouth in an attempt to inhibit an uncontrollable need to explode somehow. Throw up, panic, cry, scream. All seemed possible, and you made a whimpering sound holding them all back in front of your boss.

Kirsten gathered the photos and wordlessly closed the folder.

“Building security brought these to us, once they matched the timing of the photos to your key card swiping into the parking level.” Her voice was gentle, steady and calm, her eyes moist with emotion. “They were able to match his as well.”

You wiped at your cheek, catching the rolling tears and you sniffled, your voice hoarse, “They know who it is?”

“They do, and there is enough evidence here to do some harm, but it’s up to you if you would like to give a statement to the police and confirm his identity.”

Your brain was in shock trying to take everything in at once and you sat quietly trying to process her words. Kirsten handed you a tissue from a nearby box, which you took gratefully to dab at your eyes. 

She placed a comforting hand on your arm. “It’s your choice to talk to the police or not, Y/N. If this is too hard, you don’t have to do anything, but I strongly encourage that you give this bastard what he deserves, and you have my support. I am so sorry this happened.”

Clutching the tissue in your hand, you considered her words, weighing the emotional price you’d be paying to describe your experience to the police, and potentially a courtroom, with whatever the outcome might be.

You decided it was worth it. 

“I’ll do it.” You said numbly. 

After giving you a tight hug, Kirsten told you the police would be in touch very soon and as you walked back to your desk, relief and anxiety competed for control of your mind. 

It was an overwhelming amount to take in and you could barely focus on your work. The news had brought back all of Friday’s memories in fresh, raw detail. Each of your senses participated in the full body recollections and you made regular trips to the bathroom just to breathe and calm yourself. You knew the police would want to know everything and you had to be prepared to relive it all. 

The experience of making a formal statement and pressing charges against your attacker was more difficult and personally draining than you could have imagined.

Kirsten gave you the next few days off of work. Three hours were spent at the station, walking two policemen through your memory of that night, and the rest of the time to recover at home, alone, sapped of energy and hugging your pillow in bed.

All you told Chadwick was that security camera footage had been recovered of your attacker. 

Of course, he immediately wanted to see you, but you needed time alone. Instead, you made plans to see him for lunch that Friday. 

The next few days were a blur and thankfully, Kirsten was sympathetic and reassigned most of your work to your teammates. Only those who needed to know were privy to what was going on, and Kirsten kept it quiet, by your wishes. 

After a few days, you were ready to get back to work and especially excited to see Chadwick again.

On Friday morning, a nervous, excited feeling kept you distracted as you anticipated 12:00, when you were expecting to meet him. 

Sitting in your cubicle, you perked up instantly at the sound of his familiar voice, filtering over from the reception desk. You could have recognized that voice if he was whispering at a concert.

“Hi, I’m here to see Y/N, is she around?” 

Your coworker shot you a curious look at the way you jumped in your seat and began beaming and rushing to bundle up your things with a sudden shot of adrenaline.

You saw him before he saw you.

He was looking around, glancing left and right trying to anticipate where you would be coming from. In the past few days, you pictured him vividly in your minds-eye, but you could never recreate how stunning he was in person. He was in a dark zip up hoodie, just form fitting enough to show off his sculpted arms, and wearing black skinny jeans bulging with his wallet. 

You were already grinning like an idiot, hurrying towards him and when he spotted you, his face lit up.

“Y/N, oh my god!” He exclaimed as you jumped into his arms. He laughed in your ear, hugging you bone crushingly tight. You breathed him in deeply, a feeling like relief spreading through you. 

“I’m so happy to see you,” you gushed when you finally came apart, grinning widely at each other. 

His eyes roamed your face rapidly like he was trying to take all of your features in at once, while you did the same. You couldn’t pick a favourite. His eyes. No, his lips. No, those cheekbones when he smiles. Oh but I love that cute nose. His facial hair… you absorbed him with ecstatic, fawning thoughts while you held him by the arms.

There was no mistaking the cracking chemistry between you. It turned out it hadn’t been a fluke, the product of strange circumstances and your jumbled-up mess of a mind. It was still very much there. Looking at him made your heart pound painfully. 

“Ready to go? You hungry?” He asked. 

“I’m ready!” Restored by his presence, you bounced out of the office like a wind-up toy after a good crank, with the receptionist rubbernecking at the pair of you as you left her sight.

Chadwick’s body was firmly attached to yours, walking with you arm-in-arm and smiling at you every chance he got.

As you rode the elevator and walked through the foyer to get outside, you caught each other up on minor news as Chadwick slowed his long-legged pace to keep up with your short strides. You kept in rhythm, left leg, right leg, synchronizing without even intending to and with the smiles and constant touches, you appeared to anybody else who saw you as a couple of smitten lovebirds. Including some of your co-workers, who acknowledged you with a nod.

There was a soup and sandwich place both of you aimed towards, serving mostly business clientele on their lunch breaks. You ordered a reuben while Chadwick got a veggie wrap and you finally disentangled yourselves to pay and carry your food to a table.

“So I have something to tell you,” you blurted the moment you were sitting down. 

Chadwick’s mouth was already full from his first bite. He lowered the wrap, setting his captivated attention on you as he chewed. 

“They tracked down the guy who attacked me through security photos, and I’ve pressed assault charges. He’s currently awaiting trial.” You smiled behind steepled fingers, half hiding your face as you awaited his reaction.

Chadwick hurriedly swallowed his bite. “Oh my god!” he gasped, “are you fucking serious? Y/N!” His chair screeched as he jumped out of it and you rushed out of yours to meet his hug.

“I can’t believe it!” He cradled you from side to side, crushing you in his arms, and then pulled back, his fingers cupping your cheeks. “This is the best news I could have hoped for. How do you feel?” He tenderly kissed your forehead.

“Honestly?” You paused as he searched your eyes, “I’m …. relieved, I am,” you breathed out. 

Both you and Chadwick took your seats again, and the people around who were staring went back to their meals.

“But?” He prompted, pushing his chair back in.

“It’s just been draining... the whole process,” you finished. 

“I can’t imagine Y/N. But you should be so proud. I’m so proud of you.” His eyes were shining. “You’ll have to tell me everything. I want the whole story,” he said decisively, putting his elbows on the table, and completely ignoring his wrap with the one missing bite.

You played with the crust of your reuben, but seemed just as uninterested in eating as Chadwick. “I will… I promise. But maybe sometime soon.” You smiled up at him.

His cheerful expression wavered a little and Chadwick scratched the back of his head. Immediately, alarm bells went off in your mind. Uh oh.

“I’ve got some news too.” He started, in a neutral tone. 

Your smile, and the mega-watt light bulb illuminating it, flickered out. “What?” 

Chadwick shifted in his seat as you waited in suspense. 

“Well, I’m going away for a bit on a project. For three months.”

Your skin broke out in goosebumps and you exhaled slowly. You had been convinced he was about to tell you something else. Like he was seeing someone. 

“Oh! When do you leave?” You kept your tone light.

“This week.” 

Though his voice was regretful in tone, you could see he was buzzing with excitement. 

“What’s the project?”

Chadwick’s eyes twinkled with secrets. “I’ll tell you when I can – when there aren’t so many ears around.” He eyed the full tables surrounding you before meeting your gaze again. “But I’m really excited about this. Maybe more excited than I’ve ever been.”

You felt his flush of happiness as if you were conjoined by the heart, and it warmed you to see. “That’s incredible news! Amazing,” you clapped your hands together. “I can’t wait to find out what it is.”

“You will,” he slipped his hand across the top of the table, weaving between plates and cutlery to find your fingers and grasp them.

“I have both a question, and a proposition for you,” he murmured, his voice warm and his face open. 

“Whassat?” You mumbled, full body tingles from his expression making you short of breath and it difficult to speak. 

“The question first, or the proposition first?” He asked with a dancing lilt in his tone.

You could hardly think straight and the words question, proposition seemed like meaningless, made up nonsense.

“Uh… the question.”

He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles and you drew a breath in anticipation.

“Will you wait for me?”

All of the thinking centers of your brain shut down as you processed his question and what he meant by it. 

In front of you was everything you ever wanted and he chose you. He wanted you. 

All you knew was his whole being made you glow from the inside out, and you were kidding yourself if you thought he didn’t feel the same way.

“Chadwick, I….” You trailed off as an avalanche of insecurities, a lifetime of feeling worthless tried to bear down on you, but you beat them back and looked him right in the eyes. 

“Yes. I’ll wait.” 

He smiled in a way that made you feel faint. Relief on his face. Joy.

“Three months?” You questioned softly.

“Mm,” he confirmed and brought your hands to his lips, smiling at you from behind your fingers, a slight playful mischief in his eyes. Like a boy who finally got the toy he wanted.

“I can wait,” your stomach was doing somersaults as you breathed out. “Wait…” you suddenly remembered, “what’s the proposition?”

He took a second to recall his own words and then nodded. “Well, my house is going to be empty…” He led off and lifted his shoulder in a suggestive shrug. “Could use a lovely lady and her dog to watch over it.”

This time you were torn. Obviously, it was an attractive idea, and generous to let you live in his space. You thought about it while he rubbed his full lips over your fingers, waiting.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” you started. “I want you to know that I’m grateful. But, I’ve just signed the lease with Ariana, and I’ve already committed to at least six –“

He lifted his palm, stopping you. “Hey, it’s okay – you don’t need to explain. No is good enough for me. It was just a thought.” He wasn’t fazed at all and you surged with affection and relief to have found someone you didn’t have to explain and defend your choices to. 

Anxious excitement crept back into your expressions as you looked at each other in a new way. He had asked and you had said yes. Even knowing he’d be gone for a few months, you would be waiting for him. The thought made your brain melt. 

A burst of irrepressible joy escaped your body in the form of a short laugh. 

“What?” He grinned, cocking his head.

“I’m so happy,” you blurted out, your smile lighting up your whole face. “That’s all.”

His brown orbs were a fountain of affection as he took your hand inside both of his. 

“Thank you for trusting me. I would do anything to make you happy, you know that right?”

Your chin trembled at his sincerity. “I do. God…. I’m going to miss you.” You gave him a teary smile and absorbed every detail of his face, locking them into your memories to hold on to for the next few months.

“I’ll be calling you… probably a lot,” he smirked, “and it might not be in my own accent.”

“Oh?” You grinned. “Is it a sexy accent?” 

“I do not know, do you think that this accent is sexy, Y/N?” You stared as he suddenly spoke in a flawless, musical, soft African accent with your mouth dropped open.

“Fuck yes I do,” you laughed and clapped your hands against your cheeks, prompting him with desperation, “I want to hear it again! Please?”

Chadwick laughed, pleased. “I don’t want you to get sick of it yet.” He looked down at your totally uneaten meals, gesturing, “I’m done, are you?”

“Yeah,” you looked at your untouched food, not feeling even the slightest urge to eat it with all that was swirling through your mind.

On your way out, you linked your arms around each other, quickly finding your rhythm as he escorted you back to your office. This time, when he turned to you to say goodbye, your heart was free from the gloom that plagued you when you parted before. Now, you looked at each other, brimming with shared excitement for your future. 

“I’ll call you soon,” his hot breath and lips were on your neck as he hugged you, and he pressed a kiss there. 

“Okay,” you pulled back, about to part when Chadwick crushed his lips to yours, both of you trying to kiss around your smiles and only able to peck one another repeatedly, giggling. 

“Get outta here,” you smacked his behind and shoved him. He blew a kiss at you and you rolled your eyes, but he refused to walk away until you blew one back. “Cheesy bastard,” you murmured under your breath, biting your lip as you waved at each other until you were completely out of each other’s vision. 

When he was gone, you looked left and right, noting how a few people reacted with smiles at your overjoyed expression before you rejoined the business traffic heading back into your office building.

[terrablaze514]

Being Black + R. Kelly, Living With Secrets, and Writing Catatonic Fanfics

Hey everyone.

I'm up extra early, because this is bugging my mind and heart right now. The words might leave if I don't voice (write) it.

In a few hours, I'll be going to church again. Christian, yes. Predominantly Black, you've guessed it. Both of these cancel each other out. Why?

Despite my suspicions growing up, the vast majority of Black people I knew (family, friends, acquaintances, etc.) were still jamming to R. Kelly's music. It makes all the more sense why he's known as, "The Pied Piper", and that's scary as buck if you stop to think about it.

I've never understood why he was permitted to keep making music. Why the buck does Wendy Williams still have an audience? Why did 2Pac and Michael Jackson get destroyed by false allegations (until their sunset), while R. Kelly is still a free man in the music industry with proof of sexual deviance in multiple court cases?

I was 7 when I was molested by a grown woman. I couldn't approach my parents about it, because she became a close friend to my mother, got closer to other notable family friends, and I was already misunderstood at school and church (Grade 2 was a horrible year). My parents were also coming to terms with their breakup, so it didn't help (because what if they had another physical altercation?). Top that with the ongoing belief that men were innately predators...

October 2018, I've had a nightmare of her stalking me while visiting my hometown (the 514) - woke up in a sweat, purchased Black Panther on Google Play Movies, and watched the movie until my eyes shut again... Because mentally, I needed to feel safe. I wanted Wakanda's protection. And I ended up getting it in my dreams (occasionally). M'Baku and The Jabari Tribe are the best!

Back on topic... So, while I'm happy that justice is happening, I'm also disappointed. Deeply disappointed in The Black Community for sweeping this issue under the rug.👏🏾Every.👏🏾 Single.👏🏾Time.👏🏾 I understand firsthand why it's hard to come forward. Allow me to explain (and these are some of the reasons why going to church is a farce in my book).

I've shared with a few Gundam Wing fans (via Discord) that I've sung in three choirs (four if school curriculum counts). To this day, I still jam to my favourite songs and sing as a secret means to calm down when times are too stressful (and if I have no access to a pen and notebook). So why bring this up? Simply put, during my tenure in the third choir, I was spanked and grabbed on the buttocks for holding the door open for an elderly man. [This isn't funny, so if you're laughing, check yourself or leave my blog ASAP]. Not only did this trigger my fear and cripple my confidence as a young adult, but I wasn't able to focus. I've felt scared... Moreso when I've relayed the incident to a few choir members. They've laughed it off, because it sounded funny to them.

It didn't help that this also happened a week after one of my closest friends had died from cancer (and I couldn't make it to his funeral). So being forced to laugh it off, take it with a grain of salt, and keeping it moving wasn't easy. Also, being Black means you don't cry. "Stay strong," is all people would ever say.

I've also been approached and stalked by some strange men, around my age (no older than 27). I'd be waiting at the bus stop so I can commute to work. Strange man shows up, and requests (to the point of begging) that I take the taxi with him. One week later, he begs me to skip work and come over to his place. For what, only God knows. I didn't go, but I've sent text messages to friends. The majority of them found it funny - except one, who also called to check up on me. If it were up to him, he'd drive across town and set the stalker straight.

That was then.

There was a fellow co-worker (cisgender woman) who used to touch, or feel up my inner thighs and buttocks without my consent, and in the presence of customers. How many times have I reported her, yet supervisors promoted her, and would say, "That's her way of giving people props."

What the heck?

Then, by the time I was 25, I've reached my breaking point despite graduating from college and acquiring two careers to call my own. My physical appearance (gaining weight), marital status ("let's find a boyfriend for you on WhatsApp Messenger"), and popularity were the only things that mattered. Damn it all to the grave.

Dating prospects were more like, groomers. And they were all Christian Churchians.💯 I've never given up the V-card, but I've tried to fit in to the point of mental starvation and social exhaustion. In the worst case scenario, I've heard adults (including a parent) poke rape jokes. What's so funny about that?

We sure as hell did not deserve Aaliyah, because the ignorance is real.

I've ended up writing a fanfic project that deals with the music industry, and emphasizes deep comparisons between a good rep team versus an evil rep team, by pulling bits and pieces of experiences by real artists, as well as my "inability to be more transparent/speak up/get out of my shell", and conceptions of what could go wrong if there was no access to a healthy outlet... Combined them into the realities of the characters I'm borrowing. It's still in progress; I'm a perfectionist, yet, the story needs to be told.

There's a second project where two cousins grow up together in the kingdom, get separated after the death of a family member, and the elder cousin searches for his bestie in America. Friendships are formed, but there's also a rampant rape culture against girls in the community where his cousin took residence... Pedophiles will get killed after witnessing the dismissal of reports by police. Go figure.

Writing these types of things, is an outlet. I don't condone abuse, murder, things of that dark nature, but honestly. I grew up in a rape culture. I need a healthy way to deal with (process) that.

Talking about it to people is only safe enough in therapy sessions. Outside of that, get laughed at. Mocked. Told that You deserve it (or did something to deserve it).

I've contemplated suicide last month. Resurfaced memories do more harm than good... And even if I followed through on December 29th (I'm glad I didn't), everything in this post, especially the woman predator who was a babysitter, is the secret I would've taken to my grave. Who could I talk to without feeling unsafe or unwelcome? Without laughing it off in a dismissive manner? Without assuming that I've done something to deserve it, like forgetting to pull on my panties first?

No one.

I've been taught that my big butt, juicy thighs, bust... Yet fat belly, rolls on my back, and somewhat bouncy arms, are something to be ashamed of. From 14 to 23, I used to sport Beyoncé's figure (used to be slimmer)... Yet I still had to feel guilty for embracing that, because if I didn't cover up... If I walked out late... If I didn't keep up with trends... if I didn't turn up for what... If I didn't drop it like it's hot, turn around and bump bump bump, my body too bootylicious for 'em, 'cause if it's worth it lemme work it... And whenever I did these things...

I am guilty.

Now that I'm older, and I don't do these things as often...

I am still guilty.

Because I grew up in a community and a society that hates rapists and pedophiles while making excuses for rapists and pedophiles if I spoke up. If other girls and women spoke up. If boys and men came forward with their true accounts without receiving homophobic comments, or the overused, "You became a real man, congratulations!" Canada's Supreme Court will not keep a sex predator behind bars for more than ten years. That's all the additional proof you need.

The hypocrisy was real, and it still is.

There was an incident where a little girl complained about a church elder touching her... No one believed her.

Later on in my teens, a teenage boy was falsely accused of sexual harassment, and everyone believed the lie (except his closest friends, whom told her to stop following them around).

Another church elder (and a Bible thumper), fondled my breasts out of spite - and my mother blamed me! The next time I've seen that elder, I've set her straight, but who the hell am I for talking? She's still the most respected because she knows every scripture passage, from Genesis to Revelation, and also knows every volume, word for word, from The Spirit of Prophecy. So she has no sin...

THE LIES!

I was nervous shaky the entire time.

So growing up Black, in a church community, as a girl (now a woman) had many catastrophes. I'm not crazy for putting this out there, just keeping it real. I'll be in church in approximately less than three hours from now, and if anyone cracks jokes or makes demeaning comments about R. Kelly's current and former victims, talking about how they're fast, and how they should've come forward... Nah, Hollywood gets away with sexual deviance against minors. A large percentage of them have bought R. Kelly's music, at music stores and on iTunes/Google Play Music. No surprise, huh? As much as I love my church family, I cannot accommodate the ignorance that's gone on for my whole life so far. *Sigh* This has blackened my heart, I just... I am at a loss, not only for R. Kelly's victims, but every child and youth who will be targeted by men and women who cannot be trusted.

I will always support Black Empowerment, Black Lives Matter and Black History... But I have zero tolerance for the enabling of pedophiles and rapists. Even the jokes. It's distasteful.

If you are a supporter/apologist of R. Kelly, Sparkle, Marques Houston, and any other person who'd used/subjected minors to assault and/or grooming, get off my page. And stop pretending to be a huge Aaliyah fan... We've lost her because the adults in her life had failed in exchange for her fame. We also owe Michael Jackson's family an apology for destroying his character and career under false allegations, while R. Kelly was still a free man, preying on girls and grooming boys to become like him... And all the evidence of his crimes were readily available on the archives while I was in Junior High. While we're at it, Kitti Jones and Drea Kelly need to take several seats. They've had every opportunity to approach the police. They've known what R. Kelly did to all those girls and how it's destroyed their youth. They are the poorest examples of how to put sex offenders in their place, just so they can get money now that #MeToo (who never gave a damn about half of your experiences, unless you were penetrated by a man)... Nuh-uh! The lives that were destroyed by rape, molestation, grooming and exploitation matter more than the money anyone might make from a case that should've been dealt with decades ago! My heart is very heavy throughout this post. I know it's Sabbath hours, but I'm currently listening to "Don't Stay" by Linkin Park, because it truly reflects my thoughts and memories, in the wake of #SurvivingRKelly.

Everyone (especially Black people) who put on R. Kelly during weddings and birthday celebrations, I've taken notes. You will not be trusted around my future children (if it's meant to be). I've never healed, yet. The community does not offer a safe space to heal from the damage that's been done. So when I hear about Chester Bennington (Linkin Park -I hope I spelled his name right), AJ and Nick (Backstreet Boys - their parents stood up for their sons), B2K (especially Raz-B), IMx, Sammy, O'Ryan, the victim of Brock Turner, a few victims of Bill Cosby and that actor from 7th Heaven, the young girl who was sexually assaulted and exploited by that loser who was granted a chance to finish up his studies at UofC (University of Calgary), Natasha McKenna who was stripped, dehumanized and tasered in her last moments by eight men, the former victims of Eddie Long who were forcibly silenced, the girl who was raped, hospitalized and raped again in the hospital by her father and brother... This is real ish. I have no more words. Leave my page if you support R. Kelly... Special shoutout to John Legend for keeping it real. Another special shoutout to Terry Crews who spoke up. To the victims of Harvey Weinstein and Kevin Spacey, you also need to get your voices heard, because you also matter. To the victims of Ryan Seacrest, the same also applies. May Corey Haim Rest in Power, because Charlie Sheen is getting his just reward for what he did decades ago. Although I'm glad B2K is reuniting for tour, I've been conflicted with how R. Kelly wrote your popular hits. That wasn't your fault, though. Your former manager (Chris Stokes - another pedophile) had that set up for your grooming - good thing y'all left TUG behind when you did. Other artists and notable faces in the entertainment industry - you don't have to comment, but I beseech you to STOP collaborating with R. Kelly. What he did to those girls is beyond me. If you keep enabling him, you're now guilty for proving that rape is okay.

It is not.💯

[originaljediinjeans]

NO!

me, evening of may 5, 2016, at the premiere of Captain America: Civil War, my outburst at the moment when Bucky Barnes voluntarily went on cryo in Wakanda during the mid-credit scene, breaking my heart into a million pieces

The immediate fallout: the entire movie theater heard me, including a friend of mine who happened to be at the same showing but sitting closer to the front. As soon as the rest of the credits started, the woman sitting right next to me turned to me and said, “I’m sorry, but you are really rude,” and she got up and left, not even staying around for the Spider-man scene, which I was too upset to enjoy anyway, it felt like a slap in the face.

My life between then and February 16, 2018, when Black Panther came out and in the post-credit scene Bucky awakened, was a real struggle.

I know a lot of you who were following me here on Tumblr were concerned about me during that time, while I was trying to make sense of it.

For the first few months, I was distraught. I started seeing a counselor around the same time Civil War came out. I told her about my decision to write a fanfic AU where Bucky going under gets ~delayed~ and she was pleased with me for wanting to “rewrite the narrative.” And she immediately said, “So how are you going to rewrite the narrative of your real life?” For the next year and a half that I worked with this counselor, especially that first summer, my visits with this counselor were a constant back and forth between me going “I have a lot of sad feelings inside about a fictional character” and her going “I see, but why cant you get to work on time and take better care of yourself?” I started a job about a week after CACW came out, and it was difficult for me to keep that job, for various reasons that aren’t within the scope of this essay. But I felt like that counselor was more interested in fixing my outer life than hearing about my internal problems. She did help me with a few things, but there were some other ways I felt that she wasn’t that great for me.

I felt really really sad about Bucky going under, sad enough that I wanted to cry, and cry a lot. The thing is, I don’t cry when I’m sad, I cry when I’m angry and having a meltdown. I wanted to find a friend to talk to about my little sadness, but I’m also socially introverted and I have a hard time making friends, especially in a college apartment complex where people are always coming and going, so I could never get close enough to anyone to confide in them. I felt like such a “trivial” issue over a fictional character wasn’t worth talking to a stranger about. I didn’t even feel like it was worth talking to God about--I just thought that God must think I was silly and that I should beg forgiveness for being obsessed with a fictional character, if anything.  In January 2017 I did have a longer session with my therapist where I was able to properly shed some tears over Bucky and over some other things that weigh me down. But it didn’t solve the problem. WHY was I so hurt about this scene? WHY couldn’t I just be satisfied with the literal ending? I couldn’t make sense of it.

I admit, one underlying factor was that I was jealous because T’challa spent all of Civil War chasing Bucky, trying to either kill him or capture him, and after having a change of heart T’challa took him to Wakanda anyway and offered to “fix” him, and the best thing this country with advanced technology and medicine could do for him was offer him a cryo chamber even though he was safe from anyone who could trigger him. I was so ANGRY.  Go ahead, call me racist if you want, send me hate mail, I’m a worthless piece of white trash anyway.

Sebastian Stan’s 9-picture contract notwithstanding, there was a part of my brain that was convinced that Marvel didn’t care about Bucky and that they were going to put him out of the picture for good. AKA I reached the irrational thoughts stage of the mental illness aspect. I was scared: what if Bucky never woke up? What if he and Steve never got to recover their friendship? What if he was gone forever, not just out of Steve’s reach but MY reach? Again, there was some jealousy there.

That was why writing/working on fanfiction gave me solace. But I couldn’t get it written fast enough if I had a part-time job and I was asleep/depressed the rest of the time.

I think what it really boiled down to was a fear of cryogenics and just wanting better for a favorite character that I related to--and maybe fear of being “stuck” on some mental, spiritual, or metaphorical level. And the fear of permanent, irrevocable loss.

I tried to spend some evenings alone to work myself into sadness so I could get some more of the tears out, but either I just got more mad at Tony Stark or it didn’t work period. There were times when I was at work or in public when I would think about it and want to cry but then I would tell myself not to because it wasn’t the time or place. So I just kept shoving a lot of those sad obsessive feelings inward. After about a year I opened up about it to my mom but it was a pretty casual confession. It wasn’t what I really needed. Every time I saw any images of that shot of Bucky on cryo I wanted to scream. Even just thinking about it just hurt me.

(Also, side note, I’ve been very defensive of Bucky since Civil War came out, and I’ve even gotten into almost fights with people over him. Overall I’ve become increasingly sensitive to the entire Cap vs. Stark debate.)

So finally Black Panther came out, and seeing Bucky awake was a huge relief. No, seriously, it helped. It was like a dam inside of me broke and some emotional stream was able to flow freely again.

How am I dealing with Bucky getting dusted in Infinity War? Besides wanting to kill Thanos with my bare hands, I’m doing great. 

I don’t really think in the long run Bucky being on cryo between Civil War and Infinity War changes much for the character in the MCU. I stand by my previous observation that Bucky was emotionally and spiritually at rock bottom after everything he’d just been through and he felt like as long as he still had his Hydra programming inside of him he’d never be good enough to live a normal life.

I’m happy that Bucky and Sam are getting their own series. They both need character development. But I don’t know if I’ll be able to afford to subscribe to the Disney streaming network at all. Or if the show will be decent enough for me to care about watching it in the first place.

The thing is, though, it still hurt me. I’m not convinced that the heartache was valid, much less necessary. But I thought, with the benefit of hindsight, my followers on Tumblr should at least know that that was what I was dealing with. At least now I understand myself better.

[pinkykitten]

Sacrifice for Wakanda

Marvel 

T’Challa Udaku x Wolf! female reader

Warning: violence, fighting, blood, death (not on you though), spoilers of the movie (hopefully you all have watched it)

Specifics: action, comedy, women power, some fluff, angst, romance, race neutral

People: T’Challa Udaku, you, basically everyone in the movie

Words: 3,433

Summary: Based off of the song “Wolves” -  Selena Gomez, Marshmello The last fight in Black Panther but the reader is included in the fight. Her suit is like T’Challa, except she is known as Wolf. The reader has to fight for Wakanda, see how she does it with the help of many, how will she defend the true and rightful King...T’Challa

Authors Note: first t’challa reader (i am so excited)!!!!!!!!!!!! so yeah its basically the the last big fight scene but with the reader in there. i loved writing this and saw like the ending of the movie 1,000 times lol just to get it right. i love this movie and the colors everything like what an amazing movie! and everytime i heard the song wolves from selena gomez i thought of just a wolf lady fighting in this fight. so hope you all enjoy it and make sure to leave any feeoback, i love to hear what u guys thought. thnx for reading!!!

Shuri had made you your suit since your old one was starting to worn out and some aspects in the suit could be changed, or made better. 

Your suit was (whatever color you would like), you also had ears on your suit to look like a wolf. The suit would stretch perfectly for your size and it was made out of vibranium. It was durable and also very stylish, Shuri wanted a more womanly touch to your suit. 

T’Challa loved your new outfit. The way it wrapped around your body, how it looked, it had your name written all over it.

You sworn to yourself that you would do everything in your power to protect T’Challa and his family. 

This was what you were doing.

W’Kabi and the border tribe all stood next to the villainous, and murderous Erik Killmonger, wondering why that ship had fallen. Then before the flames appears you and T’Challa. 

T’Challa yells to Erik while you walk next to your king, your face revealed. Lets just say you were pissed. Erik was and never will be fit to be King. 

Erik orders W’Kabi to kill “this clown,” T’Challa. As one of the border tribe member questions W’kabi on the move, they all sprint towards the two of you. Your face covered once again, you run towards the sea of people. 

As you look further you see the Dora Milaje fighting Erik. 

“Okoye,” you whisper her name with worry. Worried that she might get hurt, or worse. But faith was needed in that moment. Faith is always needed. 

T ships repeatedly shot towards you and T’Challa but you both dodged them. You yelled for T’Challa. He nodded knowing what your idea was and sprinted in your direction. You focused on his back as you jumped up and landed on his back for a split second then jumped up again with his force pushing up to get to one of the ships. You howled in success achieving your goal, as you strode to the ships engine. Your claws came out as you wrapped your legs around the wing, you were hanging upside down. 

T’Challa kept his watch on you, he nodded his head back and forth and chuckled, “y/n you are crazy.”

You clawed viciously at the engine as it caught on fire. You had to get off the ship quick before it exploded. You leaped off and landed on the ground once again. 

Lets just say you. were. not. playing.

The border tribe made a shield, as if that was going to block the king but more...you. Nothing or no one was going to succeed in pausing your actions. As if T’Challa and your mine were in sync, you both jumped high in the air, traveling over the wall the tribe built and landed perfectly in unison on the green, luscious grass.The landing was very powerful and it sent the tribe toppling back. You chuckled at their thinking. “Silly, silly, silly people,” you exclaimed to T’Challa. T’Challa laughed with you. But that laughter was cut short due to another ship shooting at you both. One of the bullets lightly grazed your skin. You winced, more from the feeling of being frightened than pain. “Are you okay y/n,” T’Challa asked in worry. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’ll be okay,” you assured him. You didn’t know this but T’Challa was irate that the ship tried to shoot his future wife and queen. He gripped roughly a spear and threw it at the ship. The ship fell down straight to the ground and erupted fire. 

“Thats what you get for hurting my baby,” T’Challa growled. 

Further in the distance the strong women that made up the Dora Milaje came into the battle to protect and assist T’Challa and you in fighting. 

T’Challa went to fight W’Kabi, them sharing a good amount of punches. You darted to these two men and swung your leg high kicking them in the stomach. Both the men screamed while being kicked back. You smiled in triumph, but all of a sudden a huge tribe member grabbed you by the neck. You took this as an advantage and jumped up high in the air with his arm still gripping your neck. As you jumped up his back fell hard against the dirt and you elbowed him in the face. You went to a group of men, called for one of the Dora Milaje. She sprinted to you, got on one knee with her head down low. You ran to her and stepped on her back. 

“Ku kumkani (for the king),” she yelled with pride. 

You howled as you jumped high. You flipped upside down as you jumped and unleashed your claws. You scratched the men under you and as you landed, you created a forceful impact sending the men flying back. 

You see out of the corner of your eye W’Kabi climb a boulder . 

“No,” you try to interject.

But you are too late. He blows the ram’s horn. You knew what that was for. The border tribe men start cheering, while the Dora Milaje give a questioning look as to what is happening. 

Out of the fire comes a heap of rhinos charging at the enemy. W’Kabi lunges himself on top of one. The rhinos are hitting everyone, stomping, trampling others. 

As you are throwing some men you see Erik or should you say N’Jadaka grab one of the Dora Milaje. You open your mouth to yell but nothing seems to come out. It is as if the world goes in slow motion. She says her last word as he cuts her neck. That was it. A tear slowly falls down. These people were innocent, they were not evil. But of course the bad keep living. 

You clench your fists, “not for long,” you hiss in sadness and anger. Okoye screams and attacks, along with the other Dora Milaje, Erik. 

You attention was so much on them that you didn’t notice the 4,000 lb of strength coming at you. The rhino almost hits you but T’Challa takes it down by its horn. 

“Oh my god,” you stand back frightened by the surprise. A thought possesses your mind. 

“Thank you my love,” you announce to T’Challa as you dash to a rhino and climb its back. 

“What are you doing,” T’Challa questions fighting off others. 

“You will see,” you proclaim. 

“If W’Kabi can do it so can I,” you whisper to yourself.

You howl like a wolf, loud and clear. The whole battle stops, this call is new. You smirk at them being clueless. See with your suit you are able to do things wolves can do, but the power you posses fully is inside of you. When you were little a woman visited you. She is the one who granted you the ability, what was contained in you was the wolf spirit.

 A time passed and many of the men started laughing at your foolishness. Boy were they wrong to laugh. Out of the blue, the spirit forms of a whole sea of wolves running to the battle. They are huge and they howl to direct the pack. You laugh and howl with them. 

“Yes y/n, the spirit wolf heard you!”

You chuckled at T’Challa saying that. He knew of your past, and the ability that you possesed. 

The whole pack follows the men. 

As you jump off of the rhino, Okoye and the other Dora Milaje women crash to the ground. You help Okoye up, “what happened?”

“Erik,” she breathes hard and that is all you need. 

You look up to see Nakia and Shuri fighting him.

“They can hold him off for a while,” you say in your mind. 

T’Challa comes to you and starts kicking other men and dodging rhino attacks, that is until a rhino comes up to him and hits him with its horn.

“T’Challa,” you yell. You see T’Challa’s body go limp and fall against a boulder. 

You race to his side, worried about him. 

“My love, baby,” you almost cry as your face is revealed. “Are you okay?”

As you question him more border tribe men come at the two of you. You growl at them, “leave my king alone!”

You start to claw at them, but there are too many. You kick with everything you have and that still isn’t enough. One of the men punches you in the face leaving you with a bloody nose. You see out of the corner of your eye Shuri getting cornered by Erik. Your nose snarls and you claw at the men in front of you.

“You will not hurt Shuri,” you exploded. You run faster than ever, your legs burning. 

Erik was about to hurt Shuri but you pounced on him. He falls forward on his face but kicks you off. He stands up, a few feet away from you. 

“Oh hey its you again,” Erik chuckles. “Hi baby.”

“You disgust me! You are no better than the dirt underground,” you bellow out in frustration. 

You can tell this upsets Erik. Erik lunges towards you, you dodge his attack. 

“My turn,” you said. 

You try to elbow his face but he dodges it by going under the swing and kicking your stomach. You roll back but use your claws to grab land to pull yourself up. You see a spear left by one of the border tribe men. You grab that and throw it at Erik. Erik claws the spear in half. He laughs at your attack. 

You snarl at him and jump to him. Before he can do anything to you, you quickly grab him the neck with your two strong hands. You hold him up for the world to see what a fake he is. Your face is shown and your brows are furrowed in anger. Shuri looks at you in awe and amazement. You squeeze so hard his neck that your palms start bleeding. All you see is red your eyes turning a shade of murderous. Erik tries to catch his breath but you squeeze even harder, not caring if your arms were shaking because of his weight being held in your hands high above your head. Your nose crinkling from being in such a rage. 

“My heart aches for those that believed in you. That thought you could change Wakanda. But you, a flimsy human like yourself will never be able to make things right. Try to touch Shuri again, and I’ll make you wish you were never King,” you roared. 

“Y/n look out,” Shuri warned you.

But you were too late. Erik took his claws out and scratched your face including your eye. You scream in pain and horror. Erik laughs evilly. 

“You are now gonna receive the same treatment. Too bad...you would of made a sexy queen,” Erik scowled, his hands coming around your neck choking you. You tried to breathe but no air was getting through that grip. 

“Let her go,” Shuri cried to Erik, kicking him but it not affecting him. 

In the distance all you heard was T’Challa yell your name. He made his way to Erik, he pounced on him, going down the hole that the ships come out of. Since Erik still kept a hold on your neck, T’Challa also pushed you with them. You were struggling for air, your vision almost blacking out. 

“Brother, y/n,” Shuri cries down the hole. 

As you all are falling, T’Challa punched Erik to try to make him let go of you. He does and you don’t even care about you falling, you take a deep breath. You do not take it easy though. Your face if covered again. Inside there it smells of blood, iron. You shake it off and focus on getting Erik down. T’Challa and him share punches. You kick Erik on the back, punching the back of his head. He puts his back out and tries to claw at you. You and T’Challa land atop the magnetically powered tracks. You groan in pain, having fallen on your clawed face. As you get up Erik kicks you in the back of the head. You fall forward, the smell of iron now more strong. T’Challa and Erik fight. T’Challa goes around a sonic dampener. It is used to absorb the vibrations from Vibranium-loaded trains, allowing you guys to be transported at such high speeds without any of the kinetic blowback. He tells Shuri to turn it on. Shuri obeys and the train comes toward you all. You get yourself up and help T’Challa defeat Erik. You punch Erik’s neck and his stomach, you can already tell that you are starting to weaken up. The train comes closer. Erik goes to the right while T’Challa goes to the left side. You didn’t even acknowlede the train’s presence so you stood there like an antelope in head lights. 

“Y/n,” T’Challa called. But you just stared at...nothingness.

The train was only a hair away from hitting you, but T’Challa swept you in his arms just in time. The train passed between two men. The vibranium of their clothes wearing off, some places disappearing. Your clothes were doing the same. Your skin showing here and there. You could only make out a few words that they passed back and forth. But then the name you heard that struck a nerve on you and T’Challa was said. Erik mentioned Zuri, that was it. T’Challa lunged forward like a predator to its prey. You moaned and groan in pain, but again...this was not the time for you to worry about your health. It was time to fight for Wakanda. You got up slowly, your face evident of the pain. And also went to Erik to fight. 

You brought your claws out and jumped on Erik. You tried to wrap your legs around his neck but he head butted you, and then punched T’Challa. The train was coming again, but you all still fought with everything that you had. The train passed by, you dodging it but T’Challa got hit.

“T’Challa,” you yelled for him. Your face searching for him, the importance of this man to you was unbelievable. He is your everything. 

 Erik saw you were busy paying attention to T’Challa so he grabbed you by the back of your neck and swung you so you hit the sonic dampeners. Your body flung like a rag doll. Erik grabbed a spear laying and went to you. 

“You’re mine now,” he hissed. You tried to back up but almost fall over the track of the train. 

“I will never be yours,” you snarl back. 

“Do not touch y/n,” T’Challa roared as he jumped back to Erik and they both fought again. 

T’Challa punched, kicked Erik and Erik swiped the spear left and right aiming for T’Challa. You gripped Erik’s legs trying to trip him but he kneed your face making you bite your tongue and break your jaw, since your face was uncovered from the train entering again. You stood in that position even though blood was oozing from your mouth, nose, and the claw mark Erik gave you earlier. 

You all moved towards the edge, the train passing the group of you guys. T’Challa was desperately trying to make the spear go and hurt Erik but Erik used all the strength he had and placed it near T’Challa’s neck. You all almost trip over the edge. 

“This is it for you cousin,” Erik said right to T’Challa’s face. 

T’Challa turned Erik the other way, the spear was thrown and you hit it up in the air making it fly high. With a yell you push Erik  to the middle of the track with your legs and T’Challa rolls with him, them both traveling under the spear. 

T’Challa grabs the spear and before the suit can cover Erik’s piece of chest T’Challa stabs Erik. 

All of your face are uncovered. Erik tells T’Challa about how his father told him Wakanda was the most beautiful place ever, and that his pops was going to show him one day. He described it as a fairy tale. Your heart ached, you understood the struggles of losing someone you loved, sometimes you don’t think straight or you do stupid things. You can tell T’Challa wished the situation was different. 

I mean even you wished the whole dilemma was different. You wish Erik did find peace, you wished Erik’s dad did not have to die. But unfortunately the future is inevitable, not in our grasps, uncontrollable.

T’Challa picks Erik up with your help and you both take the elevator to the most gorgeous view of Wakanda. 

T’Challa and you sit him at the edge. The sky is a mix of orange and yellows. The air smells of soil and nature. The wind not too strong but not too weak. The perfect view. 

“It’s beautiful,” Erik says softly. 

You smiled weakly and nod your head. 

Erik’s breathing is now more like a wheezing. T’Challa looks at you then at him. He kneels next to Erik and you stand back to give them their moment.  

“Maybe we can still heal you,” T’Challa suggests but wants Erik to confirm. 

“Why,” Erik questions. “So you can just lock me up. Naw. Just bury me in the ocean...with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, cause they knew death was better than bondage.”

Those were N’Jadaka’s last words. 

He took the spear out of his stomach and slowly...his eyes closed and he fell, death engulfing him. 

Wakanda as his last sight. 

T’Challa rose in distress, you came over to him sorrowfully placing your hand reassuringly on his shoulder. He looked back and placed his hand on top of yours and nodded up and down as if saying he will be okay. 

T’Challa was back to being King of Wakanda. You were standing by the view again, rethinking about these past couple of days. You now had a huge scar on your face, your other eye was bruised, you got a bandage over your jaw, basically you were a mess. You fought, now it was time for you to fulfill your destiny, do things you enjoyed. 

You erupted a big sigh. 

“Where are you going,” T’Challa asked behind you. 

You smile but do not face him. 

“Well, you are King and Wakanda is back to normal,” you turn around, your spirit yearns for his love, but you know you are not for him. You were just here to protect Wakanda. 

“Thank you y/n, you not only saved Wakanda, my sister, but you also saved me.”

“I should say thank you to you, thank you for being a wonderful leader...an example to those around you, those who truly need you. You have made me have a different view on life, this has changed me...you have changed me.”

“For better or for the worse,” T’Challa chuckles.

You giggle back, “who knows?...I was willing to give my life so that this place called home for others might still exist.”

T’Challa walked slowly to you, he took your hand in his. “Very well then, if you are going may I give you something?”

“Anything my King-, I mean anything your highness,” you bow to him, now that your relationship with him is strictly business. That actually breaks your heart knowing you two were nothing more. 

T’Challa closed the gap between you two. His lips touching yours softly. His lips were to die for, they were a mixture of rough and soft. The kiss sent electricity running through you. Unfortunately, it was cut short. T’Challa pulled away, but you were having none of that. You threw your all your stuff you had in your hands on the floor and brought his face back to you for a passionate kiss. It was as if your lips were fighting, one trying to out do the other. You moan in the kiss, and T’Challa pulls you even closer. You wrap your hands around his head to deepen the kiss. You both let go and he places his forehead against yours.

“So...y/n...will you stay?”

“If it means being with you every day of my life, and fighting by your side...then I will stay with you,” you smile sweetly. T’Challa gives you a sexy smirk and you two were about to go at it again when all you heard was a holler. 

“Woooohoooo, go brother! Now if you could try to make it look more like you’re both seals fighting over a grape,” Shuri said while recording you two.

“Are you recording,” you and T’Challa said in unison.

“For research purposes.”

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WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT (PART 2)

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FEBRUARY 8th 2018

5 months ago …

The strobe lights color the room, the music is loud, the songs you adore are blasting in one of your favorite club. The DJ is fantastic and you couldn’t wish for a better place to celebrate your promotion.

Aisha and Jason have organized this surprise party by inviting some friend and colleague and you are really enjoying it. It was a long time since you went dancing with friends. You don’t know how many drinks you drank, but you don’t mind the feeling. You like this feeling of disinhibition you have when you slightly exaggerate with alcohol.

You move as you can really do, moving your body following the rhythm in the middle of the dance floor with your friends when suddenly you feel your head starts spinning to not being able to stand up straight.

“I take a break, I need some air … and the bathroom” you cry in Aisha’s ear who nods and asks if you want company.

“No worries, nothing serious"

You wink at her and, after taking your jacket, you go outside to get some fresh air trying to make the nausea disappear.

It’s very late night and very cold outside. As you breathe clouds of smoke come out of your mouth. You’d like to smoke a cigarette, but you made many sacrifices to stop, so you just lean your back against the wall and look around waiting to feel slightly better, usually the fresh air helps.

The access of the private club faces a secondary road, in the alley there aren’t many people, some people who smoke because inside is forbidden, someone who chat a little bit, some laughings around. The two huge doormen are at the entrance checking who enters and who leaves, checking the pass and the list.

After noticing the few people around you, your gaze rests on two women and a man on your right, all very attractive, beautiful features, very well dressed speaking and laughing and you may swear to have seen them already somewhere. But at that moment you can’t concentrate to remember where or when and look away the moment they notice you were watching them. One of the two girls looks at you smiling and greeting you.

“It’s very chilly tonight, better don’t stay out here for so long or you’ll catch a death of cold!”

Her accent is American, very different from the one you’re used to hearing here every day, it reminds you home.

You nod and return the gentle smile

"I just need some air and than I’ll come back, thanks for the advice”

“Oh you’re not british, are you American too?”

“Yes, I’ve been here for a while. I don’t think I’ll ever integrate with the accent”

“birthday party?“

"promotion”

“Congratulations then! nice to meet you, see you inside, have fun”

You greet with education while all three return inside.

You stay outside again for a while to enjoy the frozen air touching your skin trying to figure out where you’ve already seen those three people, but nothing … your mind is too intoxicated by alcohol and the loud music that echoes from inside doesn’t help .

You tighten in your jacket while you approach the entrance for coming back.

You head towards the back of the club where your have your reserved table and sip some more of your drink.

Your body moves involuntarily following the sound, for a moment you look for your friends who are still dancing far away from you and close your eyes enjoying the music. And that’s when you feel someone approaching you.

You sigh bored thinking of the umpteenth guy who wants to try an approach noticing you’re alone. It’s the tenth time this evening that you say “No thanks” and repeat it now again:

“No thanks, not interested” You’re annoyed even before he utters a word, you don’t even open your eyes to look in his direction.

“You’ve changed a lot, but I’d have recognized you everywhere in the crowd"

Your heart stops for a moment when you recognize his voice, you’d have recognized it even if it was a sigh in the midst of that mess.

“Chadwick …”

“Y/N …”

He’s standing next to you, looking at you, perhaps waiting for your sign to sit down. You look at him, he’s beautiful, he’s definitely changed too, he’s more man, more mature, more experienced, but he’s always a beautiful guy and always very sexy as you remember him.

Wearing a tight black T-shirt that enhances his perfect and toned body, casual pants and he’s a bit sweaty, he breathes in breathlessness, most likely he was dancing. You know he loves dancing and you also know he’s very good. You remember him at those summer night parties … oh hell yes you remember him. But it’s not really the right moment to get into certain memories and thoughts.

You don’t know how many minutes have passed in that awkward silence, but when you try to talk, he tries too. You try again and he tries again and your voices overlap.

“You first”, he tells you, smiling

“Ok … Hi …” you say to him, looking him in the eyes and then looking away. It’s the only thing you can say.

“Hi … can I sit down with you for a moment?”

With a nod of the head you say yes, moving your jacket from the other side, allowing him to sit next to you.

He seems more embarrassed than you, he doesn’t look you in your direction, he puts his forearms on his open legs looking straight ahead, he smiles perhaps looking for the right words to start a conversation.

You’re embarrassed and terrified and uncomfortable, and you know the reason very well.

You’ve lived the last years of your life with the thought he was angry with you, that he hated you and that if he had met you by chance, he’d have turned around without even saying hi giving you a look.

And instead here he is, next to you and he doesn’t look angry, but it seems that he can read your inner thoughts perceiving your sensations on his skin.

“I’m no longer angry with you Y/N, actually I don’t think I’ve ever been. If this can help you” he says, turning his head to look at you in the eye.

The music is always very high, but you can hear his words loud and clear.

When he smiles in that kind way you relax … that smile and that gaze he used to look at you making you feel good. He rubs his hands and looks at you again, waiting for your reaction, your word.

"It’s nice to see you again, Chadwick, you look good …”

“It’s very nice to see you too Y/N, you’re always very beautiful, much more beautiful, if I may say so”

You feel your cheeks bursting with embarrassment, never such a simple compliment has made you this effect.

His gaze is fixed on your eyes, looking for something, then it goes down to look at your body covered by a mini dress, despite the cold. His gaze is fixed on your legs and you see him tilt his head as to compliment.

He’s also become more uninhibited, you smile slightly shaking your head.

“What brings you in London?”

“European Premiere of my movie tonight … and then we came here to celebrate all together"

“So, a touch and go..”

“Yes, we leave early for the press tour”

“Congratulations on your movie by the way, they said it’s really cool”

“Will you go to see it?”

“Of course I will”

“Good … free evening out with friends?“

"I had a promotion yesterday and we came to celebrate”

“Congratulations”

“Thank you…”

You rub your hands on your legs, and then try to relax your shoulders, you still feel a little awkward, take a deep breath and see Aisha looking at you from the dance floor, trying to figure out if you need help. You two are a bit telepathic and with a nod of your head you say no. She returns to dance, but without losing sight on you.

You’d like to tell Chadwick so many things but you know it’s not the moment and the place, he too would like to tell you so many things, but he doesn’t dare. You see him with the corner of your eye, he opens his lips to say something but holds back several times. Sinking that conversation down his throat. Those moments of silence seem eternal and you try to break the ice in some way.

“You don’t got to sit here, don’t you want to enjoy the party? Your colleagues will be looking for you”

“No, it doesn’t bother me sitting here hidden for a while … believe me. Listen Y/N I need to talk to you, the music is too damn loud, let’s go out for a moment?”

"Chad, my love, where were you???” A female voice says approaching you.

You see him stiffen instantly, swallow and then show off a big smile to the girl who reaches him making him stand beside her, taking his hand. She squeezes his waist, then placing her other hand on his chest, as if to mark her territory. You get up too as if it were an involuntary movement.

"I’m here baby, I’m just having a chat” he answers.

She looks at him smiling and then looks at you without greeting and scanning you from head to toe

"It was a pleasure to see you again, congratulations again for the promotion” he tells you in a very detached and formal tone.

“It was a pleasure for me too” you answer him as he walks away with his girlfriend … you suppose, she called him “my love”.

“Who was that Chaddy?”

“No one, just an old friend”

You don’t want to stay there anymore, you just want to go home and start crying. It was nice to see him again, but seeing him with another person hurt you.

“Why the heck should it hurt me?” (you think)

It’s been years, many years, and it’s normal for him to have a girlfriend, as you’ve had many boyfriends. What’s wrong then?

Yet you feel bad and the fact you couldn’t talk to him, makes you even more nervous and intractable.

After all that meeting was totally not planned!!! “So why the fuck???!!!!” You tell talking to yourself while Aisha reaches you.

"Y/N sweetheart, where are you going?”

“Home, I’m tired and I don’t feel good, thank you very much for the nice evening love”

“Just wait, I come with you"

“Keep on having fun, I don’t want to ruin the evening, really, we’ll talk later"

"Y/N … what did he tell you? I didn’t get close to not interrupt anything ”

“Nothing, we didn’t talk about anything, but tomorrow morning I’ll tell you everything, ok?”

Aisha nods and caresses your shoulder as you take your belongings to reach the exit. At that moment you accidentally turn you head towards Chadwick’s group and see him dancing very close to with his girlfriend, but he’s looking at you …

TO BE CONTINUED …

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85 Questions Tag

Thank you @timothythemultifandomedowl for tagging me! I know we don’t talk, but I find it sweet that you thought of tagging me for this ^^ Okay, here goes:

Last...

Drink - A banana/milk smoothie with chocolate powder and espresso powder

Phone call - to my dad to ask which cereal to bring from the store

Text message - responding to my friend

Song you listened to - Fire Fire by David Micheal Bennett (AKA The Spine from Steam Powered Giraffe) ((you all should check SPG out, the group is amazing))

Time you cried - Yesterday I laughed so much tears escaped my eyes, and I see that as crying so

Ever...

Dated someone twice - Nope

Kissed someone and regretted it - Also nope

Been cheated on - Luckily not

Lost someone special - Too many people already

Been depressed - I’m not diagnosed with depression but I feel like I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out I do have it

Gotten drunk and thrown up - ..... I haven’t even been drunk. I’m not legally allowed to drink yet

Favourite colours - Blue, green and black

In the past year you have...

Made new friends - Yes I did!!! And I appreciate every single one of them!!!

Fallen out of love - Sadly, yes... I still feel guilty over it even though I know I can’t change how I feel, and it happened a few months ago

Laughed until you cried - Yes,,, it happened yesterday

Found out someone was talking about you - I??? Don’t get this one????

Met someone who changed you - Hmmmm,,,, I don’t know actually. I don’t notice much whether or not I change

Found out who your friends are - Yes, and I’m glad

Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - I don’t have Facebook

General

How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl - Like I said I don’t have FB XD

How many pets do you have - Two! A French bulldog and a cat

Do you want to change your name - I think maybe? I haven’t given it much thought but sometimes I do feel like the names I have don’t suit me all that well

What did you do for your last birthday - I threw a party for my family + back then girlfriend

What time did you wake up today - At like, a little past 11am

What were you doing at midnight last night - I was calling with two of my friends

What is something you can’t wait for - The start of university bc it’ll be my first year! Also I can’t wait for my first paycheck so I can sign up for my Uni’s Quidditch team!

What are you listening to right now - atm nothing, but I was planning on listening to Fire Fire on loop while answering these questions :/

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - random,,, but yes

Something that gets on my nerves - lately there has been an annoying high toned beep outside and it’s clearly audible when the back door is open. But the beep doesn’t have a consistent timing and it aggravates me so. Damn. Much.

Most visited website - Uhhh, probably Tumblr? But I go on ao3 a lot as well

Hair colour - Dark blonde/light brown

Hair long or short - I consider my hair long, it’s just past my shoulders but I want to cut it short when I have the money to do so

Do you have a crush on someone - Nope, and I don’t want it to happen either

What do you like about yourself - I really like my eyes, and the shape of my smile, also I like how I’m slowly starting to feel like I’m getting my life back on track

Want any piercings - YES!! I want more piercings in my ears and maybe I want a lip piercing and/or an eyebrow piercing as well

Blood Type - I honestly don’t know

Nicknames - Ies, Isa, Bobo (I hate this one), Frederik (sadly I’m not called this anymore), Gurp, Hobi, Ieskam (only my granddad can call me this), Aboe (no one ever call me this, it’s special to me)

Relationship status - Single, and not ready to mingle bc I enjoy my solitude

Zodiac - Libra

Pronouns - She/her and they/them. Usually I am okay with both but I have days when I can only tolerate they/them

Favourite tv show - I gotta say The Great British Bake Off, that shit is intense

Tattoos - I don’t have any but I would like a tiny turtle on my wrist and perhaps some of my favourite lyrics on my arm when I’m older

Right or left handed - Right handed

Ever had surgery - Yes, I think, but I can’t remember what it was like since I was at most three years old

Piercings - I have two earrings in each earlobe but I haven’t worn earrings in a while so idk if they are closing or not

Sports - I don’t play any yet, but I am planning on joining the North Sea Nargles quidditch team soon!!

Vacations - I have been abroad to Sweden, Denmark, the UK, Belgium and France on vacation. I would still like to go to Japan, Canada, South Korea and Germany, and back to Sweden, on vacation

Trainers - Uhmmm,,,, what???? I don’t get this question, sorry

More general

Eating - The most recent thing I had was a risolles

Drinking - I had that that banana/chocolate milk drink about two hours ago now, but I might drink some water in a bit, I’m thirsty again

I’m about to watch - Nothing, I guess

Waiting - For dinner to be finished so we can eat

Want - To be okay again

Get married - I’d do it to make finances easier if I were to ever live together with someone, I think marrying is overrated

Career - I don’t know what I want my career to be, but it’d be neat if I could professionally publish a novel

Which is better

Hugs or kisses - Hugs! I love hugs! The warm feeling of human contact, knowing you’re wanted. Hugs are the greatest when it’s with someone taller so you can hide from the world in their embrace

Lips or eyes - I’m going with lips. Eyes are gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but I love the way people’s lips move differently when they talk. Or the way lips stretch in different shapes when people smile... now I’m soft...

Shorter or taller - I always say I hate being short and hate having to look up at taller people but,,, honestly,,, I don’t mind it all that much. As I said before, hugging taller people is wonderful, and tall people make me feel safer, as if they can protect me.

Older or younger - I don’t think I care much. I have older and younger friends alike, but I have noticed I have the tendency to baby my younger friends much. Going in mother mode, calling them ‘kid’ affectionately, that sort of thing

Nice stomach or arms - Well my definition of a nice stomach is a squishy belly so definitely that. But nice lower arms/wrists are hella great as well to look at

Hookup or relationship - The choice is easy: relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant - Hesitant, I don’t have the confidence or dare to be a troublemaker

Have you ever...

Kissed a stranger - Nope, and I’m not planning to

Drank hard liquor - Haven’t done that

Lost glasses - I don’t have glasses...

Turned someone down - Uhhh ya I have

Sex on first date - Ew no, no sex for this ace

Broken someone’s heart - Yes, and it broke my own in the process

Had your heart broken - I broke it myself

Been arrested - I have not, I am also not planning on making that a thing

Cried when someone died - Yes I have, too many times already

Fallen for a friend - I have

Do you believe in...

Yourself - No, but I am trying to change that. Regrettably, there hasn’t been much progress yet

Miracles - No

Love at first sight - I guess??? I won’t be able to experience it myself so I stay skeptical about it, but if it happens to someone else good for them I guess

Kiss on first date - Dunno... perhaps a kiss on the cheek would be okay?

Angels - No, but ghosts yes, and ghosts can be good

Other

Best friends’ names - Anne (I only have one best friend)

Eye colour - Grey with green and yellow/orange, my eye colour changes from day to day

Favourite movie - Hmmm... I can’t choose one so I’ll write a few of my faves. Black Panther, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Robin Hood: Men in Tights and Hunt For The WIlderpeople

Favourite actor/actress - Lee Kwangsoo

Ohmygod the list is done... jeez this is a long post, thank you if you decided to read until here, I hope this wasn’t a complete waste of time for you...

Uhmmm so here I go tagging others I guess: @wastelandnoodle @sapphicprincesswarrioryuckfou @wlwskz @gaystayby @wannamakesomemagic @funeeek

All of you please know you do not have to do this if you don’t want to!

Uhmmm this has been an information dump about me, so long!!

[hopelesslyshippingthem]

Got another request, Bumblebee Power Rangers AU where Blake is the broken black ranger and dropout also outcast who was forced to kill her own team after they fell to there corruption so she guards a dying Zordon with Winter who was the white ranger and Yang is a a highschool senior alongside Ruby and Weiss who stumble upon the place and become the new Power Rangers much to Blake's anger since she has PTSD and is betting bad memories.

Before you read, please note that this will be getting a FULL FANFIC. This will be in the Shipping Bin, but the rest of the chapters will be under an individually titled fanfic.

Running. Running. Running. Blakecouldn’t run fast enough in her fear, her helmet catching the debristhat sprayed her from the exploding dirt. Her legs burned from howhard and fast she was moving, but she couldn’t stop. She had to keepgoing. She had to get to the others.

“Coco! Pyrrha!” She shoutedthrough the communications system in her helmet, her voice laced withthe panting of growing fatigue. “GUYS, IT’S AN AMBUSH, PLEASECOME IN!”

How could she have been so blind? Howcould she have agreed to split up like this? If anything happened tothem, she would never forgive herself.

The monster behind her roared, makingthe earth below her feet shake, nearly knocking her to the ground.Blake had to fight, but it would cost her precious time to do so. Shewanted to keep running, but combat was inevitable; she could do itnow, or hope that she wouldn’t collapse when she tried to fightlater.

Blake turned, standing her ground asshe looked up at the creature, her visor already working to scan forweak points, her hand flexing as she started to materialize herweapon.

“Ahhh… Kitty cat.” Itgrinned at her, a toothy smile of fangs greeting her. “Wannadance?”

Blake sized up the mutated Roman,barely able to recognize his signature hat and blue eye under thehideous changes. What had Cinder done to her own right-hand man? Itwas unforgivable.

Suddenly, a yowl of a wild cat filledthe air, Blake’s panther mecha leaping at her foe. She could feel howit wanted her to keep running, and after a nod to her loyal partner,she heeded it. She still needed to find Jaune, Cardin, Pyrrha, andCoco. She needed help.

“Winter! Winter, come in!”She shouted, heading into the woods that her visor could sense theothers were in. “Damn it, Winter! Now is not the time todo your fucking brooding, lone-wolf, Batman bullshit! I need yourhelp!”

-

“Blake, wake up. Hey, hey!”

Blake shot awake, swinging her fists ina panic, already shouting in fear. “Get away from them! Leavethem alone!”

Another set of hands struggled to catchthe incredibly fast strikes nearly to fast to track. And yet, theywere keeping up with her flurry of attacks. “Blake! It’s me,”the voice urged, slowly becoming less hazy as the fog of nightmarelifted. “Winter. Blake, you’re safe. You’re safe.”

Blake finally stopped fighting,blinking in her half sat up state, finally seeing the older woman inher dimly lit vision. She could hear how wildly she was pantingstill, feel her heart pounding violently in her ears, but she couldstill hear the agonized shrieks of the others over it all. She couldstill feel her blade sinking into them. She could still see them deadbefore her.

“Get away from me.” Blakehissed, her feline ears flat on her head.

“Lights, on.” Wintercommanded, leaning away from the younger girl slightly.

The lights came on with surge of power,flooding bright light where the emergency lights had barely allowedsight previously. The pile of blankets that Blake had been sleepingin was strewn violently all over what seemed to be a bedroom, sixbeds filled the room, their color coded fitted sheets exposed fromhaving their matching blankets stolen. The walls had picturesplastered all over them; some from cameras, others that were handdrawn, and some were posters that seemed to be a mix of varioustastes. Both Blake and Winter were in the very center of the room,where a large area of formerly open space had been claimed by whatseemed to be a nest of clothes and blankets, Blake atop it all.

“Blake, please,” Winter beganin an imploring voice. “relax. It’s me.”

Those amber orbs were ice cold, theirgaze haunted and full of distrust. “Exactly. Just go away. Don’tyou have a happy family to go home and play with?”

Blue eyes narrowed in frustration.“That’s not fair, Blake.”

“Yeah, well look who’s talking.”

Winter stood, throwing up her hands inexasperation. “Blake, would you just stop this? I’m allowed tobe concerned about you and check on you. I’ve told you god knows howmany times that you would be more than welcome to live in the mansionwith me and my family.”

“You,” Blake spat theword out like venom, “are not my family. I buried my family. I’mguarding my only friend, and he’s dying. You lost being able to callyourself my friend, let alone family.”

No matter how many times she had heardit, Winter always felt those words like a knife in her heart.“Alright, Blake. I’m checking on Zordon, and then I’ll go. I’llbe back later to check on you again.”

She turned and left the room, enteringwhat seemed to be a command room. The panels and monitors seemed tobe flickering slightly, their power tied to the slowly fading lifesource of their guide. Winter halted in front of a tube of milkyglass, placing her hand on it and willing it to become clear.

Inside lay a wizened, old figure, hisskin a sickly white, his face covered with wrinkles. She watched hischest rise and fall slowly, recalling how he used to be strong enoughto project an image of his face onto that very tube to help teachthem how to save the world, guiding them to become better people.

With a tired sigh, Winter removed herhand, the glass once more that opaque, milky hue. If he could regainconsciousness, she knew he would be so disappointed in her. Shewondered if like Blake, Zordon would be unable to forgive her. Wouldhe take away the power that had been given to her? Strip her of whatmade her a ranger?

Winter turned back towards the exit,looking at the old spray paint that shouted names at her in variouscolors. In yellow was Jaune, pink was Coco, Cardin written in blue,Pyrrha in red, Blake in black, and her own name in white. Closer towhere her morpher would teleport her back to the cliffs, all sixcolors were used to write in various handwriting joined into onemessage; We are the Super Dweebs!

A tiny smirk tugged at her lips like italways did, tinged with a sharp stab of regret. If she could take itall back, she would. She could still remember how Blake looked whenshe had found her in that cave, crying. She never could forget it,not even after three years of wishing she could.

-Winter walked in a daze through thetrees, her white wolf helmet held loosely in her hand as she blanklystared up at the bright, sunny sky. It was such a beautiful day; sowarm, and clear. And it was all a terrible lie. If this was aHollywood film, it would be a bleak, overcast day, probably with athunderstorm booming around her. But there was no prophetic fallacyin the real world, no matter how much her life seemed like a druginduced action movie.

She didn’t want to go to the cave, shetruly didn’t, and yet her feet refused to change their course. And soshe marched on like a zombie, staring at the sky, feeling tearswelling up in her eyes. What was it going to be like for her now?What would she do? Hell, what could she do? No one would believe thetruth, and nothing could ever change it. Silence would remain thebest option.

Her head limply moved to look in frontof her, staring at the cave as hot tears finally fell from her blueeyes, leaving trails along her porcelain skin. How she wanted to runfrom there. Winter wanted nothing more than to flee to her home, andnever come out of her room again.

A sob echoed from the cavern, andwithout a moment of hesitation, Winter dropped her helmet, runninginto the shallow cave as quickly as possible. She didn’t care if itwas a trap; she knew that voice. Her legs refused to stop until shecame upon the end of the cavern, light filtering in from a large holein the ceiling to illuminate the scene before her.

Blake knelt on the rocky floor, herbody bent forward, her entire posture that of a broken spirit. Herarmor was gone, revealing her normal clothes covered in dirt andblood, her body shuddering and heaving with sobs. Even her ears wereslightly limp in despair. Laying around her in large swatches oftheir own blood were the other rangers, their bodies twisted,mutated, covered in what seemed to be veins of red that lay undertheir skin, helmets strewn around the cavern. The source of thecorruption seemed to be from stones that were jutting from terriblewounds, as if they had been violently stabbed with them. What Winterfound most horrific, were the eyes of the corpses; they werecompletely black, soulless. Shells of the lively teens they had oncebeen.

Her boot scuffed the rocks as she tooka stumbling step forwards, Blake slowly looking up at her. Thetortured, dead seeming amber orbs locked with horrified ice blue,both of the crying teens staring at each other for several seconds.Finally, Blake took in a shuddering breath, her eyes showing just howlost, broken, and utterly betrayed she felt.

“Winter…..” She choked outthrough sobs, the pain in her voice damning to the older woman.-

Winter choked on a sob as she coveredher mouth, desperately trying to push away the horrible memories. Nomatter how much it hurt her, how could she blame Blake for hatingher? She quickly walked to where the path abruptly ended, her morpherglowing and encasing her in a white light, taking her to the cliffside so she could go to the Schnee Tech headquarters and bury herselfin her work.

-

Yang walked along her sister andfriends, Ruby chattering happily with Weiss as she and Nora debatedthe finer points of which Mortal Kombat game was a blight to thefranchise. While she held fast that it had to be Mortal Kombat vs. DCUniverse, Nora was adamant that it had to be Mortal Kombat SpecialForces. To be fair, both had been great ideas gone terribly wrong.

“Ooooh. Look, guys.”Ruby called out, pointing at an old cavern. “Isn’t that thehaunted cave?”

Yang followed the finger, frowning.“Eh…. Yeah. I think it is.” For some reason, it alwaysfilled her with a deep dread. “We should go, though. This placealways creeped me out.”

Weiss nodded, shifting uncomfortably.“Yeah. I second that.”

However, Nora and Ruby scoffed. “ButYaaaang,” Nora started, “what’s so creepy about acave?”

Weiss grit her teeth. “It’s… notwhat’s creepy about it, but what it’s associated with. Three yearsago, four high schoolers and a middle schooler went missing from ourcity.” A bit of color drained from her face. “My sister,Winter, was friends with them. She came home one day a mess, cryingand saying that something had happened in the cave, and that no onecould find her friends. Cops found their blood and really weirdcrystals in the cave, but no bodies. Winter wasn’t really ever thesame afterwards.”

Yang nodded. “The middle schoolerwas in my art class. Really quiet Faunus girl. I think her fosterfamily didn’t even report her missing for like, a week. Apparently,they hadn’t noticed she was gone or something; I can’t reallyremember. They lost the ability to foster after that, if I rememberright.” She grinned playfully. “Guess the feds don’tapprove of people not noticing that foster kids are missing likethat.”

Ruby frowned slightly. “I barelyremember that.”

Yang scruffled her sister’s hair. “Youwere like…. eleven or twelve. It was a lot, and Dad tried to keepyou from hearing about it.”

Nora blinked. “Wow. I never evenknew about that.” Her gaze went back to the cave. “Thatsounds… awful. Finding your friends dead. Or even just losingthem.”

Weiss worried her sleeve absently,nodding. “Yeah. Winter became really buried in school work, andwith Grandpa’s company when she finally starting being able to bearound other people again. She never talks about it with anyone, noteven me, really.” Her eyes glanced at the cave again. “Weshould go. It’s really creeping me out.”

The others all eagerly agreed, walkingquickly from the cave, altering their course to the cliff side.

-

Blake walked around the command center,her tired eyes looking from monitor to monitor, trying to figure outhow to save Zordon. Ever since that day, he had fallen into a coma,and deteriorated steadily over the years. She had to reverse hiscondition somehow, but she didn’t even know what had caused it. Howcould she save him from an unknown enemy?

Her foot caught on a grate, trippingher slightly. Her mind was filled with images of the cave, hearingthe screeches of her team, then grunts of their corrupted bodies asthey attacked her. She tried to push herself back up, but she foundherself back in the cave, her helmet far from her as her gloved handsshook violently.

Blake turned, seeing Coco walkingtowards her, the red veins glowing eerily along her neck, face, andher pink armor. Her normally playful brown eyes were black, void ofeven the whites.

“Coco….?” She whimpered,looking at the others as they started twitching on the ground. Thiswas a horrific nightmare- it had to be.

“No… No, no, please,” shebegged, backing away from both Coco and Jaune as they drew theirweapons on her. “please, guys! It’s me! It’s Blake! Wake up,PLEASE WAKE UP!”

“Wake up… Wake up…” Blakefound herself whimpering in a trembling voice, shaking with GambolShroud in her hands, the barrel pointed at no one. Once again, shewas back at the command center, wild eyed and afraid. “Wake….up….”

She thought she heard something behindher, turning to be met with Cardin as he bared down on her in thecave, the crystal pulsing as it jut out from his throat, his vacantexpression making her skin crawl. The blood colored crystal seemedalive, the shifting reds turning to sickly maroon, then to anunsettling greyish purple. It looked like anime blood gone horriblywrong, and like any other normal person, Blake found herselfunwilling to hurt her own friends; even if they seemed like they weregoing to kill her. “Please, don’t…. Don’t come any closer…Cardin, please? Please, don’t…” She sobbed, her weapon almostfalling from her shaking hands.

Suddenly, Blake felt something clip hershoulder painfully hard, making her stumble. She glanced behind herto see Miló embedded in the rocks, turning back to see a black eyedPyrrha straightening up from throwing it at her, the crystal’scorruption spreading like a virus over the red armor on her body.

In that moment, Blake knew that Winterwasn’t coming. No one was going to save her from her own friends; thepeople she admired, and considered her family. If she was going tosurvive, she was going to have to save herself, and to do that, shehad to do the unthinkable. The unbearable.

“I…. I’m so…. so sorry….”She sobbed, looking at Pyrrha through the haze of tears. She wasfourteen years old, fighting a battle no one knew existed, and now…

Now she would have to kill her ownfriends.

Her hands were barely able to hold herweapon, turning to face Coco. “Pl-ple-ease… Forg-g-gi-veme…” She begged as her barrel trained on her, pulling thetrigger with a scream of sorrow.

A shot rang out from the commandcenter, Blake snapping out of the flashback in a blind panic. Shespun around almost wildly, shaking and crying as she tried to locateher attackers, finding herself utterly alone in the command center.She fell to her knees, curling her body into a ball as she sobbed.How could she go on like this; always not quite sure what was real orin her head?

A soft metallic clinking moved towardsher along the grates, not halting until a hard force gently brushedagainst her shoulder.

Blake reached out a trembling hand tostroke the cool metal of her zord, the once gigantic creature nowonly the size of a house cat. Ever since she had lost her team, itwouldn’t return to it’s normal size, and after so long in isolation,it was her only comfort. A metallic mewl escaped it, and Blake pulledit into her arms, holding it close.

How could this go on? How much longeruntil she well and truly lost her mind?

In her pain, she didn’t notice theflicker of color that appeared in Zordon’s tube. She didn’t see howthey glowed faintly. She didn’t see the red, pink, yellow, or bluelights that seemed to watch her as they hovered in the frosted tube.She didn’t see how they moved upwards and vanished.

-

“Yang, just come back, okay? It’sreally dangerous!” Weiss pleaded, clearly worried.

“She’s right, Yang. Just come on!”Ruby called out.

“C'mon, I wanna do it next!”Nora goaded, almost bouncing with energy.

Yang was walking along an old fallentree, arms stretched for balance as she swayed on the very unsteadywood. It wasn’t like she was even using it to go anywhere; the treejust had fallen to lay mostly over the edge of the cliff side,precariously attached to the earth by dead roots, nothing below butthe water of the ocean far below.

Yang slowly spun around on the wood,hearing Nora cheer her on while Weiss and Ruby gasped and begged herto come back. Even though there was another few yards of tree left,she felt like she had pushed her luck enough already, slowly makingher way back to the cliff. Carefully, she stepped on the creakingtimber, halting when her balance left her.

After a deep breath, Yang took threemore small steps, and then jumped onto the sturdy cliff, standing upwith a grin. “Ta-da!”

“Okay, my turn!” Noragleefully cackled, scrambling up onto the wood with a wide grin.

Eagerly, perhaps a bit too eagerly,Nora bounced along the wood, not caring how it creaked ominouslyunder her very overly confident footsteps.

“Nora, please stop it!” Rubypleaded.

Nora turned around and grinned as ifshe wasn’t currently risking a free fall to her own death. “Oh,come on. This thing’s been here for–”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”Weiss interrupted angrily. “I don’t care how long it’s beenthere; it’s rotting, and could easily choose today to stop beingthere for you two assholes to walk on!”

Yang shrugged at Weiss apologetically,“I like the rush.” She turned back to Nora. “Butseriously, come back. You’ve done it better than me, okay? You win.”

Nora shook her head. “I wanna go abit further. Just relax, okay?”

“You are walking on a rotting,dead tree that is hanging off the edge of a cliff, pushing your luckagainst gravity, and the fucking ocean.” Weiss snapped, hervoice high pitched with fear as her arms gestured wildly. “It’spretty hard to fucking relax!”

Nora waved her off absently, takinganother bouncing step towards the end of the log, whistlingcheerfully.

A sudden cracking sound made all ofthem freeze, horror choking them before the three on the cliffstarted screeching at Nora in near unison.

“Nora, move it!”

“Hurry up, you dolt!”

“Please hurry!”

Nora turned and dashed back as fast asher balance would allow, jumping as the log snapped in half,plummeting down into the ocean below. Her feet hit the grass near theedge, and Weiss’ hand grabbed her shirt to pull her even further ontoland, both of them falling over from how hard Weiss had yanked. Forseveral moments, nobody said anything, until Nora started laughingalmost gleefully. “That was fun! I wanna do that again!”

Weiss growled before lunging at her,slapping her arms and shoulders in fury. “You fucking dolt!You could have died, and you want to do it again?! Are youdense, or just have a death wish? Never, ever, ever, ever dothat to us again!”

“Awww, but I like doingthat!”

“What, giving me a damn heartattack?!”

“Okay you two.” Yang sighedas she pulled them apart, Nora still giggling. “That’s enoughinsanity for one day. Who wants to go get ice cream?”

Ruby and Nora instantly brightened up.“Ice cream!”

“Awww yeah. Ice cream, baby!”

“Fine.” Weiss seethed, givingNora one last slap on her shoulder.

Nora threw on an overly dramatic lookof agony, holding her arm. “She beats me! Domestic aboose!”

“Come on, you two act like an oldmarried couple.” Yang teased, watching Weiss use a humorlessdeadpan glare at her, Nora distracted by something drifting in theair in front of her. Probably a bit of some plant, or a feather.“Last one to town buys the ice cream.”

All of them leapt to their feet, racingtowards the path that would take them down to the town again. Rubypushed herself to try to gain a lead against Yang’s long legs,finding instead that the distance only grew by the second. Why didher sister have to be the tallest of them?

“Gangwaaaaaaay!” Noracalled, her voice approaching at an unnaturally fast pace.

Everyone looked back to see Norahaphazardly flying through the air, the large half ring of barkflying behind her telling everyone that she had tried to use it tosurf her way down the grass. And, it was also clear that she hadfailed horrifically. Ruby dove out of the way of the bark, Yangwatching her friend in dumbfounded shock as Nora flew towards her,arms milling uselessly. When they finally collided, they both hit theground and rolled a few feet before coming to a halt, groaning inpain.

“Yang!” Ruby called, hurryingto her sister.

“You fucking dumbass!”Weiss shouted in exasperation, stumbling over to Nora. “Areyou just that desperate to die today?!”

Nora hissed as she sat up, nursing herleft arm with a wince. “Yeah… I guess you’re right. Not agreat idea.”

The moment Weiss gingerly touched theinjured arm, the other girl flinched and hissed from pain. “Yang,I’m not a doctor, but her arm could be dislocated, or sprained. Orbroken.”

“Not broken. Done that before. Ithink I jammed it on the ground from my totally amazing and plannedlanding.”

Yang sat up and glowered at Noraslightly. “That’s what you get for being a damn chaoticneutral.”

“Better than a neutral good anyday.”

Ruby sighed irritably. “Okay, thisisn’t a campaign, guys. Party alignment aside, you need a doctor.”Nora booed at the remark. “So ice cream is postponed, I guess.”

“Won’t somebody think of thechildren?!” Yang gasped mockingly.

“Uhhh, guys? What’s that?”Weiss questioned in a confused tone.

Everyone looked at her before followingher line of sight to a strange multi-hued light in the trees. “Ummmm,I got nothing.” Yang admitted. “It looks like a ball ofChristmas lights, don’t ya think?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Ruby nodded.

The lights twinkled at them almostinvitingly, then split into four different colored lights quitesuddenly, the four girls all very apprehensive at what it could mean.For a moment, all was still, until the lights zipped towards them atan irrational speed, all four of them trying to hide behind theirhands or arms from any possible harm.

It took several moments of waiting forany sort of impact before Ruby realized that nothing had happened toher, slowly peeking out behind her arms to see the lights blinkingaround in front of them at an insane speed. She barely registered theothers also growing both bold and curious enough to look as well asshe watched the lights. They blinked to life in front of them, eachone in front of a different girl for only a moment or two beforevanishing again, only to reappear in front of a different girl. Itwas as if they were appraising each of them for something, trying tofind something before moving on to another one.

The red one blinked back in front ofRuby, but this time, it stayed visible, floating in the air quietlyas the other lights continued to flit from girl to girl. Finally, theyellow light came to rest in front of Yang, leaving the blue and pinklights to flicker between Weiss and Nora. The blue light pausedbefore Nora one last time, as if deciding on something, before itflashed back to Weiss, the pink one taking its place.

The lights glowed brightly in front ofthem, hovering in the air before them as if simply waiting, but noneof them knew what they were waiting for. Each of them glanced at eachother for reassurance, as if trying to double check that they weren’tinsane.

“I’m gonna touch it.” Yangwhispered cautiously, as if worried that the yellow light wouldsomehow hear her and attack.

“Yang,” Weiss hissed back,“be careful.”

Very hesitantly, Yang reached up andgingerly wrapped her hand around the light, exhaling the breath shehadn’t known she had been holding. She felt it solidifying in hergrip, flattening. When she opened her hand again, it was a clearyellow stone disc, edged in gold instead of the bright light. Theothers followed suit, each perplexed as the orb of light transformedinto the discs of stone, looking at them intently.

As Ruby held her red disc up to the skyto look through the jewel like stone, she heard Nora chuckling a bitnervously. “W-well… That was a bit anticlimactic.”

Suddenly, a sharp tug hit Nora in thechest, causing her to double over slightly, aggravating her alreadybattered shoulder.

“Hnnn!” She heard Yanggrunt, knowing that it wasn’t only her.

A soft glow wrapped around each ofthem, each light the color of the gem they held, and in a flash, theywere gone.

-

Winter sighed in her meeting, listeningwith only half interest to the members of the board, uncaring of howthe company stock value had climbed sharply in the last month. Theonly thing she cared about hated her, and she was incredibly tiredfrom fighting off several armed robbers the night before as the whiteranger. If it wasn’t frowned upon, she would be more than content tosimply doze off in the meeting room.

A sharp tug hit her chest, causing herto openly flinch. The room went silent as the speaker paused, alleyes on her. “Miss Schnee, are you alright?” She inquired.

Winter frowned, blinking as she foughtthe pull of her morpher to the command center. It took her a fewmoments to get control of herself before she gave them a politesmile. “Forgive me, but I feel unwell. I must go. I trust thatyou have everything in hand?”

They all nodded and assured hervaliantly as she collected her paperwork, giving them a final nodbefore leaving the room, heading to her office. If her morpher wascalling her, then it might be Blake. Her blood went ice cold;something could have happened to Blake, and she had to get to herfast. She was always the one that was using it to morph and toquickly get to the base at night when she felt the tug in her soulfrom Blake having a nightmare; it had been years since she had felt atug like this.

Winter passed her secretary as shemarched sternly to the oak door of her office, watching her perk up.“Melissa, clear my schedule for today, if you don’t mind. I’mfeeling rather I’ll, and I just received an urgent message from mysister.” She lied calmly.

“Right away, Miss Schnee. Shall Icall your driver?”

“No, that won’t be necessary.Klein is taking time off, and I can get a taxi. The air might do mesome good.” Winter smiled kindly, casually ignoring the factthat the city air smelled like hell.

If Melissa also thought of that samepoint, she never acknowledged it. “Of course. Do feel better,okay?”

Winter didn’t answer as she entered heroffice, closing the door behind her for privacy. Hurriedly, shereached to the back of her skirt for her morpher, the small powercoin and holder hidden in plain sight on her belt. She gripped it andgave it a firm pull to remove it, holding it in her hand beforelifting it into the air. There was a bright flash of white light, andthen Winter was gone.

It took only a few moments before shewas in the command center of the ancient craft, frantically lookingaround. “Blake? Blake? Blake, where are you?”

-

Ruby had never been more afraid in herlife as she was now, kneeling on what seemed to be metal grates,trembling as she looked around her new surroundings. She could seeher sister and their friends also nearby, clearly just as lost as shewas at this strange turn of events. There was a huge glass tube amidmonitors, control panels that had writing in a very odd language setinside of metal surfaces. She half expected an alien to walk out atany second and demand them to take it to their leader.

It was utterly bizarre to see suchmovie set like objects around them, and Weiss was half wondering ifthis wasn’t all some incredibly elaborate prank. But who would havethe desire, let alone resources, to employ such a prank on them? Itwasn’t like Vale was a particularly wealthy city, and her family waseasily one of the most prominent in at least a four state radius.There was no one that she could even consider being the culprit.

“Guys?” Yang whisperednervously, motioning for the others to come to her location.

Weiss felt like her footsteps were fartoo loud in the metal grates, ducking behind the control panel by theblonde with her friends. “Where are we?” Her voicewas shaking so badly.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She heardboth Nora and Yang reply soothingly. It didn’t help her to calm downat all.

“Yang,” Ruby hissed, “howare we gonna get out of here?”

“I’m not sure. But we’ll be okay.I promise.”

Weiss knew that Yang had no right tomake such a promise, but all that she could do was try to calm themdown.

A bright flash of white light lit thefar area of the grates before footsteps tapped the surface. All ofthem hid closer to the panel, scared.

“Blake? Blake?” A voicecalled out in worry. “Blake, where are you?”

Weiss knew that voice, standing upquickly. “Winter? Winter!”

Winter froze at the voice, jaw slightlyagape as her sister came bolting out from behind one of the securitypanels to hug her tightly. “Weiss?!”

“Winter, did you get trapped heretoo?”

Winter leaned back slightly even thoughshe had her arms wrapped around the smaller frame. “How did youget in here?” Others stepped out from where her sister had comefrom, the elder girl clearly even more confused. “No one issupposed to be able to get in here.”

“These stupid lights brought ushere. Well, they’re coins now, but they were lights.” A voiceshe recognized as Nora’s grudgingly answered.

Winter felt her body go ice cold,shaking her head. “No… That’s impossible. The coins were…..they’re lost. You need to show me them, Weiss.”

Weiss pulled away from her sister.“What do you mean? You’re familiar with this place?”

Winter held her hand out, her blue eyesfull of panic. “The coins, show me! Now!”

As Ruby began to hold hers out, asecond voice made itself known from the shadows.

“Don’t move. I will shoot, and Ihave very good aim.”

A cat Faunus stalked out with a deadlygleam in her amber eyes, her ears flat against her head as thestrange gun remained leveled on Weiss. The only one who moved wasWinter, planting herself between the girl and the group of frightenedteens.

“Winter, move.” The girlhissed in a dangerous tone.

“No.”

The gun remained fixed in position,though now it was directed at Winter. “Just move,Winter.”

“Blake, I will get them out ofhere as soon as I figure out how they got in. You must have feel thepull like I did.”

Yang looked between the two otherwomen, frowning in confusion, her limbs trembling in fear. “What’s…what’s going on?”

For a moment, the Blake girl lookedamong the four girls, and she seemed to back down. But her gazelocked onto the coins in their hands, her keen eyes spotting themeasily in the low lighting. Her gun was once again locked in place,her expression both dark and hurt. “Where did you get those?”

No one could answer her fast enough andshe took a furious step closer, now clearly enraged. “Wheredid you get them from?!”

“They just came to us, we swearit!” Ruby cried out in fear, cowering as the gun jerked in herdirection before Weiss openly flinched, spooking the already frazzledFaunus.

They knew that she was going to shoot,and there was nothing they could do to stop it.