#tango did so well making it fr

[mune-mice]

The Decked Out MASTER!!!!

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[burstinn]

Male reader with absolutely Fucking Huge Tits.

(headcanons!)

People shown: Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Keegan, König, Horangi, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy

I felt silly I was high and it's funny jwjsjsnsw ew endnsndndnd.

Didn't think my first post would get that much attention but.. Anyways.. Yay?

You have fucking big moobs.. Huge male tits.. Fucking succulent ass Cherries

You are a guy. And lucky for you, You have the most plump, ungodly monumental tremendous tits ever. Ofcourse you had the build to support your huge tits.. But your tits were the most eye catching.

When you first joined 141 or Kortac or whateevveer....Man holy shit they went fuckin wild. Like they weren't even trying to hide that they were blatantly looking at your capacious boobs.

Soap

- he was the first to yell like some Scottish words for Holy shit when you landed out from the Heli showing off your stupendous balloons

- he would be the first to be staring with no shame

-he would also be the first to ask if he could squeeze them.

-he would ask you how the hell you got your mighty melons. And he would ask you if it's possible for you to lactate.

- idk he'd bark..

- if you were to sex. He would lick, slurp your hoo Haas

-Would see if he can make you lactate

-makes you wear a bra. Freaky

- continues to play with your dongdongs after your very amazing activity gently

Gaz

- His eyes went wide.. Probably did the shocked guy face with hands on his head when he saw you

- face red no eye contact trying to not look at your mammoth sized Quadruple D breasts

- secretly staring but it's so obvious he's staring especially when your running laps.. Yknow yknow boobie flaps go up and down Fr fr

- one day when you guys were alone together he probably went down on his knees.. Begging to let him touch and squeeze your boobies.

-If you were to do the devils tango.. Also bite marks.. And licks.. More gently but desperately.

Ghost

- eyes wide under mask. Is confused how a dude could get those unwieldy lofty ass TITTS.

- also secretly staring. Less to zero obviousness.

- wants to ask as well to touch your bazongas but he's to scared.

- you caught him staring once and he immediately looks away. So like the amazing man you are you asked him if he wants to hold your tatas.

-he nodded obviously.

-you doing the nasty? He's rough. No mercy to idk your whole body. Especially your gazongals.

-boob fucking.

-bruises hickeys bites everywhere. Mostly on your GadonkGadonks.

- he would bury his head on the middle of your Tits... It's like a pillow.

Price

- Suprised and impressed. Idk why he's still shocked everytime he sees you walking around

- looking sometimes. But more respectful

-you need too ask him first if he wants to hold your beach balls.

- if you do wrestling in bed. Loving duhh. Lovingly and softly suckling your Rounder Pounders.

- also buries his head on your moob boobs

- Would probably just call you in his office sometimes just so he can use your Boobs as a pillow.

-His beard tickles.. Hmm.

Keegan

- Awooga

-Pointing at it then looks back at someone then looking back at you then looking back at someone.. Then back and forth

-Takes pictures

- you were standing in front of him talking then he just suddenly.. Grabbed your Bazonkers.

-Takes more pictures. Has its own folder just for your mountainous front moons.

- Roleplay sex that involves fucking your boobs Intensity varies

König

- Blushing under mask

-is also a proud owner of plump tits. But he's afraid of yours.

-Also YOU need to be the one to ask as well if he wants a squeeze.

- compare boob sizes.

- rough but gentle RAAAAA. Would ask before doing anything to you doingloings

-Rubs your tats together

- ask before taking pictures.. Shows it to Horangi

- Sometimes he would just stare blankly at you before he just.. Squeezes your knockers..

-He immediately gets red and apologizes red faced from shame and embarrassment.

-When you told him you don't mind and it's okay.. He gets relaxed.

-Now he would just pull you into closets just so he could ask you to caress your man tiddies even though he doesn't need to.

-You caress his too. It's like a ritual.

Horangi

- starts laughing in shock and interest and is also impressed

- Also Staring no shame. But it's less obvious because of his shades

-Asks if your tits are implants..

- Would ask König for pics of your Cupcakes.

- Constant slapping of your boobers.

- jokes about your Honkers..

-Loves Your Honkers but also jealous. He wants big buggers as well :((

- Starts drawing on them. Non permanent colorful markers

-would dress it up as well. Putting glasses.. His sunglasses a mustache..

-would purposely smudge food on your Clonkers and He would say some shit like

'Sorry let me clean that up' and starts licking fr

Graves

- Soldier what the fuck he would say or something.

- Don't get distracted.. Gets distracted.

-Makes you purposefully fight/ train/ spar with him.. Make him discreetly hit or touch your award winning rounders

-If you confront him about it. He will probably say a half assed sorry. Look at you like some pissy bitch for forgiveness.

-Forgiveness being you let him do the bed rolling sweat inducing activity with you.

- Please PLEAASE let him picture it during your seeexx

- Shows it off. Of course he will. Who?

His shadows duh

-compliments your hooters frequently

Also makes jokes with his shadows

-Got sad once and dragged you away from whatever you were doing. And just used you as a pillow and cried.

- If most or all His Shadows are stressed or frustrated from a mission they all gettin in a single file line. And they get to caress touch YOUR FUCKING GARGANTUAN GAZOONKAS one minute each.

-Graves is last because.. He's doing more than just caressing your boobs...

Alejandro

- any Spanish nicknames to refer to your boobs that you don't know of

- Flirting.

- Conspicuous staring..Starts ranting to Rudy about how much he wants to hold your teacups. He's passionate about it to.

- Manages to get the balls with the help of Rudy.. To ask to hold your chest footballs.

- is gentle at first before he looses it and starts squeezing it and roughly touching. Until you made a very audible noise of hurt or discomfort

-Apologizes.. Buys you literally everything just so you can forgive him. On his knees saying sorry in Spanish.

- Praises your body

Rudy

- Just as thirsty as Alejandro. Just more shy and respectful.

- When Alejandro starts confessing to him how much he wants to touch your chests.. He reciprocated and also tell Ale how much he likes your Moobies.

- Sharing. Both sharing. Alejandro touching your left Rudy on the right.

- If Rudy is touching you. If you even shift on what he thinks is a sign of uncomfortability.. Will say sorry.. For weeks.. Even months.

- Will never forget it. Even though you probably did and assured him that it wasn't a sign of anything. Avoided you for a few days out shame.

-Also apologizes for avoiding you.

- Also Praises your body.

#simon ghost riley x male reader #captain john price x male reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #gaz x male reader #cod horangi x male reader #keegan x male reader #graves x male reader #alejandro vargas x male reader #rudy x male reader #call of duty x male reader #gay #gay men #call of duty modern warfare x male reader #cod mw2 x male reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #bigtiddymalereader

[inmyheadimobsessed]

When You Left My Picture Changed

pairing: shuri ✘ plussize!black!reader

summary: motherhood was a thing you craved, your dream being to carry and give birth to your own children. you wanted a family, a wife, maybe a cat. meeting shuri gave you love, marrying her gave you a family, though your body still housed the desire to carry a life. your heart condition hindered this, however, and so did shuri's apprehension.

word count: 16.5k (look...)

contains: fluff to ANGST, lots of feels, pregnancy complications, miscarriage, mentions of blood (i wasn't descriptive with it though), medical issues, MAJOR character death (yours), shuri loves her wife y'all like she LOVESSSS her wife so so much poor baby, bittersweet ending(ish), implied nsfw stuff

tags: @verachii @zayswriting @quintessencewrites @rxcently @widowmakker @blackgcomica @n7cje @dejaonline @shinsousliya @generallysapphic @mbakuetshurisprincess @pinkwright @saintwrld @axailslink @mocha-aya @letitias-fav @uhwhatsay @6-noir @cuddl3s4shur1 @percsane @chidinma @shuriszn @lppriceisright @sweetalittleselfish-honey @abenomeiiii @marsolgy @la-reine-insane @shurisjournal @shurismainbxtch @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @shuriri4life @adeola-the-explorer @bubshri @playhousedistee @cafehyunji @bigbigbigfan @vixentheplanet @bratydoll

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: this is inspired by a book i read recently, before the coffee gets cold. that book really kinda destroyed me so i thought i would destroy y'all in return, as usual, i got carried away. y'all just gon have to bare with me on this one fr, like we going on this journey together. y'all better read this cause i put my pussy into this and i'm very proud of it, and i had to get this idea out of my head. it's probably the only piece of angst y'all will get outta me. but i hope youse enjoy still and i hope you shed a tear. shouts out to oomf for translations! mwah mwah!!

translations: my other half - bambo’lwami, my person - mtuwam (all other translations are in the text)

Shuri exhaled, plummeting beside your perspiring form to admire your nakedness under the moonlight. A mellow breeze danced its way into your bedroom and past your curtains through open balcony doors, bringing with it the captivating aroma of dewy night. Their tango you were accustomed to; Shuri grew attached to the act of making love to you as the stars watched and the city listened.

Examining the aftermath of her handy work was also a thing she enjoyed, and she harbored no shame in doing so. Blown brown eyes scanned you keenly, taking in the pretty blemishes her mouth sketched into your flesh. Your breathlessness left her in awe, though you still noted the flash of concern in her eyes, as you always did, and it flamed your damp skin the longer she stared.

Her gaze still made you blush, even after all this time; she held this practiced way of not only looking at you, but peering deep within you as well. Her eyes inspected your innards in the most intimate of ways, seeing all that you were, and everything you wished to be. You loved it, being so wholly known by your love, but the action was never lacking intensity.

Shuri knew this, and she undoubtedly basked in her ability to rattle you so.

“What?” You huffed a soft giggle, unable to lay still under her continued scrutiny, and she grinned knowingly. That same grin she housed for you alone. Shuri kept it hidden from others, only ever bringing it out when in your presence. To be marveled at by the Princess — a thing of fantasies — but this fantasy was your reality.

Her lips met your sweaty temple, pressing in for longer than usual. “Let's have a baby.”

Words, and their syllables alike, knew you no longer as you gaped at your beloved in utter disbelief. “A-A baby?”

“Yes.” She brushed a stray curl from your eyes.

You blinked. Months had trekked by of you begging Shuri tirelessly for the same thing she'd just casually requested. Months of you not so subtly dropping hints: “accidentally” ending up in the children's section at the store, admiring the tiny onesies and tiny booties. Shuri always located you with ease when you wandered off, even without checking your location on her Kimoyo beads.

“We’d be amazing mothers, no?” You’d suggest, smiling big when her curls inevitably popped into the aisle. She never responded, only ever shaking her head with a soft chuckle before beckoning you along as you pouted.

It was not a thing she opted to voice out loud, and she never had to. Shuri’s apprehension was a tangible thing. A clogger of time, of space, and of your air. The force of her unrest was sometimes enough to stifle your arguments whenever the pair of you ended up on the topic of expanding your family beyond you and your kitten.

Shuri's trepidation was in no way unwarranted though. Your long-standing dream to carry and give birth to your own children was one met with support from your wife; she knew what you yearned for, however, the complications that could accompany pregnancy were where all her focus resided, given your heart condition.

It was a woe weighing heavy on her mind. Denying you was never an easy task, it was not one she was particularly fond of either, but she refused to compromise your health.

Even still, she always managed to tiptoe around the topic and it irked you, especially considering you were aware a family was also something she wanted with you. Apprehension about your health fueled her resistance, but there was no denying she held out even more due to the loss of her own loved ones. Her baba and her brother; grief marred her mind, and the prospect of losing you as well was not one she readily entertained.

Understandably so, which was why her declaration jarred you. It had never been like her to spearhead the conversation of a child, that was always your doing.

“You better not be joking with me, my love. It will not end well for you.” You narrowed your eyes at her in the dim room.

“I’m not. I know it's your dream, and I want all of your dreams to come to pass.” She sported a concrete grin, this was her way of cementing her decree. Shuri was not lying. This was not one of her ruses.

Her easy way of adorning you with reassuring words would forever be a thing you refused to grow used to. “How long have you been thinking about this one my love?”

Shuri laughed, trying, and failing to conceal a blush as she bit her lip, “Can I be honest?”

“Please.”

“I hadn't really thought about it. Not seriously anyway, or at least not about doing it in the way you want until moments ago.”

Your smirk grew and she shied away. “You mean just then? When you were inside of me?”

“Don't say it like that please, ugh. I can change my mind, you know?” Shuri turned away from you then, shoving her face deep into her pillow to hide the embarrassment covering her cheeks.

“Oh, you are so cute! You want to get me pregnant, Princess?”

She groaned when you tugged her jaw to face you. “Will you stop it? I'm begging, you're making me sound like a pervert. I just want to have a baby with my wife, Bast!”

You giggled, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before nuzzling into her bare chest. You listened for her heartbeat, the stuttering thump of it, and the corners of your lips curled against her body. The rattling inside her was uneven — it was erratic and irregular as it often was after sex. Yours was like that, more so than Shuri's, more so than anyones. You loved it because it gave you a fraction of normalcy. How could your own heart be faulty if your wife’s beat similarly?

“So, you would like to have a baby with me?” You questioned, surveying her deeply and she nodded.

Shuri cupped your face, swatting away a rogue tear that made a home for itself under your left eye with the pad of her thumb. She hoisted her digit to her lips, sucking sweetly on the droplet and you gasped. “Yes.”

“A baby I will carry.”

She nodded again, “A baby you shall carry, my love.”

“Shuri… you know how badly I want this. You know how long I have wished–”

She placed her delicate lips on yours, catching you off guard, but you dissolved into it all the same. “We are one,” A warm palm pressed itself into your ever-jumping chest, and she lifted your own to hers. “Our hearts beat as one. I want what you want, our wishes are the same. So, have a baby with me, beloved. Hmm?”

A grin bright enough to outshine the moon and her glimmering children plastered itself onto your face. “Okay.”

Shuri’s laugh resounded, and so did your giggles as she kissed you all over. Her lips brushed all of you: Cheeks and lips. Neck and chest. She licked a long line down your abdomen, sucking your hips as a final pit stop before her tongue found your drenched core for the umpteenth time that night. And you gave her what she wanted, fingers tangling in her hair as gorgeous cries crept out your depths from the sweet sweet sensation of your wife devouring you entirely.

•••

Shuri skipped excitedly down the brightly lit hospital hallway alongside her brother, braids swaying to and fro with enthusiasm that rivaled her own. The Princess's smile was one to be awed at. Experiencing thrill inside walls such as the ones surrounding them now was not a typical occurrence, but for the young genius, her current environment was one of familiarity.

Plucking Shuri from her permanent post down in her lab always proved to be tricky, the act requiring a certain type of finesse, the type only her big brother possessed. He completed the task with ease and always on the first try. T’challa also held awareness of his sister's unyielding passion to help those who she could, and he took advantage of that more frequently than he would ever be willing to admit.

An abundance of the technology being used inside the building came alive first, in her lab, and Shuri could unabashedly affirm it excited her to see her creations be put to use in the way she and her team intended. T’challa knew this about his sister, and it was this very knowledge that convinced the teenage girl to accompany him on his monthly visit to Wakanda’s Medical Center.

Typically, this was a journey made by him and Nakia, an activity cherished by them both. But, Nakia happened to be otherwise preoccupied with the planning of her next mission, and she encouraged her beloved to have his sister tag along in her place.

So here he was, strolling casually beside his dearest little sister, shaking his head playfully at the joy her body housed.

He smiled as he peered over at Shuri, “If I didn't know any better, I would say you little sister, are delighted to be here.”

Shuri bobbed her head in agreement, “I am.”

“I don't think the patients in this hospital would take too kindly to your chipper demeanor, especially considering some of them are not likely to make it. We are here only to offer comfort and compassion to those who may need it. We aren't here for games, Shuri.”

Shuri rolled her eyes at her brother’s statement as she strode ahead of him. “So serious all the time brother. I’m delighted to help, that is what I meant.”

He nodded when Shuri tossed a glance over her shoulder, swallowing his laughter as they began their rounds.

After an hour, the Princess found herself growing bored of the way her brother chose to do things, so, to no one's surprise, she wandered. Shuri explored various wings of the hospital, most of which were plagued by the crushing weight of melancholy. She did not enjoy this, but it was to be expected, and she did what she could to ease the minds of those who were open to her brand of comfort, patients and their families alike.

She couldn't help but scoff at the thought of her brother's impending I told you so; she knew it was underway once he caught wind of her excursions.

The maternity ward carried a different feel than the ones she'd previously traveled to though. There was a sense of hope residing there, a semblance of love for new life, and this, she appreciated. Shuri stood in front of the glass window, peering at the newborn babies behind it and she couldn't fight her growing smile. The Princess valued new life; new life came with the potential for greatness, this was an ideal bestowed upon her by her big brother, and it was an ideal she held in high regard

Amidst her admiration, the brush of a presence crept up beside her, and with this presence came the aroma of watermelon and something minty that she could not pinpoint. The scent combination was heady though, and it pulled on her attention.

Shuri’s gaze shifted from the babies to the body of a girl standing impossibly close to her. This puzzled her, because they were the only two in front of the window, there was enough room for each of them to stand comfortably apart. She grew amused at the sight, the girl was on her tippy toes as she peered beyond the glass, totally compelled by the babbling infants and their squirming. It was quite cute, to say the least, and the Princess’s intrigue began to bustle.

Brown eyes scanned the girl: a white gown draped her body, stopping right above her ankles, and the Princess smiled softly at the cute fuzzy socks covering her feet; they were black and white, and seemed to mirror the cartoon image of panda’s. A large puff sat still atop her head, perfectly round and kinky and adorably messy. Her complexion was a little washed, but the deepness of her skin’s brown still shone through resiliently, robbing the Princess of the air she once breathed.

Shuri had never witnessed eyes so shiny, so striking. They studied the babies with love and something she could only read as want. The girl before her, wore beauty so gracefully, as though she was crafted to stun. And she stunned Shuri, she left every last one of her nerves shot.

She understood now, T’challa’s tendency to freeze each time he looked at Nakia, because Shuri was indeed frozen.

Her feet resisted movement, and despite each of her efforts to pick them up, her sneakers remained frosted to the vinyl flooring. Shuri's lips hung agape and her eyes bulged as she watched the girl. Her heart, oh her poor wayward heart, it smacked against her chest so violently, one would think they were at odds and her internal organs were plotting a coup.

And when this majestic girl smiled, it reached her eyes and they beamed brighter, which the Princess did not think was a thing of possibility. Shuri was certain there was no smile that could ever compare to the one she gawked at now. It was warm, and enough to melt the frost keeping her frozen in place.

“Would you like to know why I adore babies so much, Princess?” Her voice was a song, one she sang sweetly as she clung to the cool metal of her IV pole. Shuri, like many others, was an enjoyer of good music, and this melody bleeding from pretty lips had now made itself her most favorite of all.

What were words? Shuri thought as she coursed her brain for a response to the question she was just asked. Her mouth moved, but Shuri only heard the deafening rattle of her heart inside her burning ears, so she opted for a weak nod, praying desperately that it would suffice for this beauty before her.

“It is easy to fall in love with them,” She drawled, and if the Princess was slightly more coherent, she would have noticed the way this girl scooted closer to her person. “They love you automatically, and once you realize this, that this tiny human loves you and needs you, it isn't hard to reciprocate that love.”

Shuri nodded again, still chasing after words, still gaping in wonder. This girl was wondrous, she'd discerned.

“I think it speaks to the simplicity of life, or rather the simplicity life could potentially hold. I think it makes the act of loving, simpler as well. Won’t you agree, Princess?” She hadn't turned to face Shuri as she spoke, not once; her pretty eyes were left locked on the newborns she adored so wholly the entire while, and this served to heighten Shuri’s fascination.

She bobbed her head once more with an ever-muddled mind, consuming the poetic tone in which this girl spoke, committing each syllable to memory. This feeling wasn't one she could not recognize. She understood it completely; Shuri was enamored by this girl and her presence. But the sensation remained foreign still, and the rapidness in which it arrived was not a speed she was accustomed to, nor was it one she'd anticipated.

The girl turned finally, glancing at the Princess briefly before returning her focus to the babies, and Shuri noted their shoulders were now pressed into each other. The pressure was magnificent, one she wanted to know forever.

“Bye.” One word and she was off, and so was her touch. The only thing left in her wake was the smell she carried with her. Shuri found herself appreciating the remnants of the aroma, like it was a gift this girl awarded to her, a gift she would cherish for as long as she was allowed.

She inhaled the scent, smiling faintly to herself before muttering, “Bye…”

The girl’s form was long gone at that point, but her likeness lingered, in the air and inside of the Princess.

When she reunited with T’challa later that day, Shuri's smile still blared, and her brother grew curious. “Do you feel fulfilled by your visit, little sister?”

She chuckled softly, dipping her head to conceal her blush as she recalled the gorgeous girl who put it there, and how she felt it would now be a permanent part of her features. “Yes, brother. I am fulfilled.”

•••

One week. One entire week had passed following the conversation between you and Shuri about starting your family. Shuri hadn't mentioned it when she woke; she merely went about her morning routine of getting your things ready for the day as she hummed. The topic was neglected during breakfast, with Shuri placing your plate before you as she sat. She grabbed your hand, like always, diving into her plate silently.

Watching her, and anticipating her words proved useless when she stood to clear the table. She kissed your cheek on her way out the door, calling a quick I love you over her shoulder, and she was off. You realized then, that your wife's declaration couldn't have been one of sincerity, not if it had been so easy for her to avoid the subject all together the next day. And the acceptance of that hurt.

Days seeped into evenings into nights, and your body burned with the passing of time, it sizzled in irritation the longer she ignored your obvious frustration. Tonight though, you’d decided you’d had enough of the waiting, and enough of this promise that forever remained empty. The foreseeable conversation with your wife would be one that produced answers and results.

Arriving home early to cook her favorite meal as a means to lure her in and lower her guard was the plan; resisting your cooking was a tough task for Shuri, you’d learned this fairly early on in your marriage, and it became a go-to tactic of getting what you wanted out of her. Never once had it failed you, and it wouldn't tonight.

“How was your day, bambo’lwami? You seem tense.” Shuri questioned as she toyed with your hand across the dinner table, spinning the stunning silver rings adorning your ring finger mindlessly.

A manicured thumb brushed the sizable purple stone sitting pretty on your digit, and you listened for her blow of laughter. It was like clockwork, Shuri needed only a glimpse of your engagement ring to plunge herself deep within the memories from the day she proposed, and there she dwelled, for as long as you permitted her to. An endearing habit, from the most endearing woman.

Maintaining your stern attitude was proving to be an impossible task the longer you allowed your eyes to stay locked on your now entwined fingers, a break was inevitable, this you knew. “It was nice. We're on the chapter about long division now, and I was reminded I am in no way a maths person.”

“I, for one, love numbers and long division. I don't enjoy remainders though, I like my answers concise.” Shuri smiled at you; her voice gave it away.

Seeing Shuri’s face had never been necessary when assessing if she was indeed peering at you; the feel of her searing stare had been a thing you'd made yourself familiar with long ago. It held a certain intensity back then, and it's only grown in weight since the two of you were teenagers.

You let your eyes flutter up to catch hers, learning you were correct. She wore a grin, one that widened at the sight of your deep browns, and it was then that you cracked, albeit slightly. “Maybe you should come teach my students then, hmm?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Her light chuckle pulled one out of you and you bit your lip as you eyed her face. Bast, she was so beautiful, and said beauty whisked your breath away each day. Her power was immense in that way, and it shattered your facade entirely. “You're staring, lovely girl.”

You shook your head with a shy smile, “I know.”

“If there's food in my teeth, I’m blaming you.” Her laugh was louder now, and you allowed it to wash over you like rain. You imagined a little girl, whose chest housed that same booming laughter, running, and giggling across the palace floors as Shuri chased her. She would be an amazing mother, she had the heart for it, the fortitude, her patience with you told you that much.

“While we're on the topic of children…”

She made a soft curious sound in the back of her throat, something resembling a whine, and Shuri tilted her head. “Are we on the topic of children? From my understanding we were speaking about maths, and how much you suck at it.”

“I'm being serious, Shuri.” You warned, but the amusement never left her pupils.

“So am I.”

You sighed, feeling defeated before you even got a chance to begin. Shuri always managed to shift the subject with her humor, and usually, you let her because an argument would do neither of you any good. But you wouldn't bend so easily tonight, you refused to. “Shuri, do you remember what you said to me last week, when we were in bed?”

“Not entirely, no, but I'm sure it was obscene. You want to refresh my memory? Tell me what I said to you in bed, sthandwa, repeat it for me.” The seductive slur of her sentence had you squeezing your legs together, protesting her pull and the hold she had over you.

Your frustration began its bustling once more, and an exasperated sigh left your lips, “Shuri, can you please not joke? Just this once, I am trying to have a serious conversation with you.” Clearing the table silently was your only sense of solace, and you did so as your wife watched you, amused.

“You know, now that I'm thinking about it. I do recall a chat, a brief one, in between all the pretty sounds you were making for me.” She smirked, clearly seeking to rile you up, but you decided it was best not to react. Instead, you placed both your plates in the sink, turning on the faucet as you waited for her to continue. Shuri's tone of voice let you know there was more to be said, and it would be a lie to say you weren't curious about where she planned to steer this conversation.

She stood then, making her way over to you at the sink, and snaked her arms around your abdomen. Your eyes panned down to how she held you, they trained on how her inked fingers interlocked across your stomach, and you exhaled. You were tense before she touched you, all knotted up over the continuous cycle that never panned out in your favor, but you melted now — you melted for your wife. “Shuri.”

“Yes, it's coming to me now,” Shuri bent down, kissing your neck before hooking her chin over your shoulder, and you couldn't help inhaling the floral mist of her perfume. “Was there mention of us having a baby? No, that can't be right. That doesn't sound like me. Does that sound like me, sthandwa?”

“Shuri.”

When she chuckled, it vibrated through you, and the waves began to chip away at your frustration. “My love, do you really think I've forgotten our conversation?”

“No, I don't. But I do think you're avoiding the subject, like you always do.”

“If I’d been avoiding it, would I have gotten us an appointment with a fertility specialist for next week?” That sly grin of hers was back now, you could hear it in her words, feel it on your skin as her mouth moved.

You dropped the soapy plate, not caring if it shattered in the sink as you spun to face your wife. “You did what?”

“I'm sure you heard me.” And again, you were correct, the smile on her face was one of pride and it only grew the longer you gazed up at her. Something came over you then, and you smacked her, hard against her chest causing her to wince.

“Ouch!”

“That's for making me think you’d lied.”

“Have I ever lied to you, my love?” She questioned, dramatically rubbing the spot where you hit her and you rolled your eyes.

“Not that I know of.”

She softened her tone, doing away with every ounce of levity it previously held. “Then why would you assume I've lied now? That I would lie about this?”

“This is the first time we've spoken about having a child together in a week.” Meek were your words; timid and unsure as you let them tumble from your lips, and you dipped your head. But your wife was having none of that, she hoisted your chin lovingly with her pointer finger, reveling in your beauty and the shy way you bit your lip before her.

Her smile was back again, tugging along with it, a hint of mischief. “Truthfully, I was only waiting to see how long you’d go before your frustration got the better of you. A week is far longer than I predicted.”

You hit her again, and this time she laughed, causing you to mirror her action.

“Now,” Shuri kissed you deeply, tugging you toward your room. “Are you going to let me put a baby in you?”

You giggled against her mouth, allowing her to rip your blouse open hungrily as if you hadn't just fed her, and you listened for the chorus of buttons descending to and clattering on the floor. “I don't think it works that way, Shuri.”

“Care to test that hypothesis?”

•••

The gleam of Shuri’s smile reflected brightly in the window before her as she kept her eyes on the newborns she’d grown fond of watching. In all honesty, her initial return to the hospital was not entirely for them, but over the last three days, Shuri realized there was peace in observing, and they became a calming distraction as she waited.

As the minutes ticked by, she was beginning to believe her reason for showing up would not be gracing her with her presence today, and she grew impatient the longer she was made to stand alone. Pretty babies did what they could to hold her attention, but the pretty girl she'd arrived to see held the most space in her mind. Usually, the two girls would be shoulder to shoulder already, a feeling Shuri found herself chasing, one she missed on her return to the palace, and it was a sensation that slithered its way into her dreams as she slept.

When she turned to leave, the squeaking of wheels made her wince, and the noise barred her from doing so. She turned her body to face the window of babies once more, and there she was, outlined beneath all that hair floating above her head, donning it as one would a crown.

“Were you about to leave, Princess?” She didn't move, nor had she thrown a glance Shuri's way, and yet, the Princess's breath stuttered anyway, merely from listening to this girl speak.

“I-I was, but I think, I think I will stay n-now, since you're here.” Shuri was proud of herself and her ability to say words today, but she still blushed when the girl giggled at the crack in her voice towards the end of her sentence.

She nodded, gesturing for Shuri to join her, and the Princess did so excitedly. “You were waiting for me.”

“I was.” She watched the girl watch the babies, and she allowed the fire inside her chest to flicker alive. Shuri could control it, she believed in her ability to.

Silence befell the teenage girls shortly after, a comforting one, Shuri thought, one that felt like home, and she recalled something her brother said about his relationship with Nakia.

“If you are able to sit in silence with the one you love, and have it be comforting, it is likely that you’ve found your one. Their presence being enough to soothe speaks to your connection.”

She’d made fun of him then, but now, this quote became one she could not wrestle away. Had this feeling stirred awake by this girl been love? Shuri wasn't sure, she'd never been in love before. Regardless of her confusion, three things made themselves abundantly clear: the sweet mist of watermelon clinging to this girl brought her comfort, the press of their shoulders grounded her in a world where they existed alone, and her presence certainly did its part in soothing the Princess.

It startled Shuri, as she gawked at this beauty now; the notion that she could very well love this girl after only knowing her a short while, but the acceptance of the idea wasn't one she felt needed debating.

“You haven't asked me. In the three days you've visited, not once have you asked me.” The girl peered up at Shuri with amused irises and she let her curious smile slip.

Shuri's eyebrow jumped, but she matched the mirth swimming in the pretty eyes that gaped at her. “Asked you what?”

“What's wrong with me.”

“What's wrong with you?” Shuri's question was not one meant to be invasive, because the thought that something could be wrong with the girl in front of her now was never one that crossed her mind, she simply repeated what was said to her out of confusion.

“My heart hates me.”

This revelation wasn't one the Princess understood, and that spoke volumes, because there was very little that Shuri found herself unable to comprehend. How could one’s heart hate them? Organs were not sentient. But she wasn't sure that was a thing she still believed, not when her own heart seemed to be breathing and brimming with a life of its own inside her flaming sternum as she stood next to this girl.

She watched as the girl read her expression on her reflection in the glass and her giggle only served to perplex Shuri more. “What?”

“My heart, she hates me. I assumed you wanted to know what was wrong with me, why I’m here, even though you’d been too polite to ask. I was born with a weak heart.”

Personifying her heart, Shuri found this to be fitting for this girl she had grown attached to, and it made her blood rush. Understanding flushed through the Princess then, and she continued gaping at the beauty this girl housed. “I wasn't–”

“Your staring gave it away, Princess. Just as your staring now is giving away the way you're racking your brain, trying to conclude what condition I could possibly have, if there's a cure, if you can cure me.”

Did she think Shuri's staring was to gauge her ailment? Sure, she was aware there had to be reasons for her residing in a hospital, reasons she lugged an IV around, but Shuri’s focus was never on that, it was only ever on her captivating aura and the effortless way she wormed her way into her cells.

“Does a weak heart prevent you from loving?”

For the first time over the past three days, the girl turned to face Shuri, and it was more than a once-over, she allowed Shuri to capture her gaze. The Princess marveled at the swirling deep browns peering up at her now, and the awe dancing inside. The question wasn't one she'd planned to ask, but it jabbed its way out of her throat and past her lips, warranting an answer.

The girl dipped her head, and it was an action the Princess recognized all too well; she was attempting to bury a blush. “No. It does not.”

“Does a weak heart prohibit your ability to receive love?”

She gasped softly at Shuri’s question, seemingly overwhelmed by the pressing force of it, and she shook her head. Shuri’s pride blared, satisfied with this role reversal — now it was she who snatched this girl’s breath and held her words in captivity.

“So, how can you believe there is something wrong with you? How can you conclude that your heart hates you? When she has never hindered you in such ways?”

She bit her lip, admiring Shuri's face and the sincerity coloring her features. “I think you're the woman I’m going to marry.”

“You will probably spend most of your nights in my lab if you do.” Shuri snorted, smirking sweetly at the girl with wistful browns.

•••

Your skin tightened under the harsh chill of the exam room as you waited. One would think a lifetime of doctor’s visits and spending most of your teen years in and out of the very hospital you were in now, would be preparation enough for an appointment such as this one. But believing that only served to showcase your naïveté, because, despite all of your run-ins with doctors, and nurses, and hospital rooms, none of those encounters rattled your entire nervous system in this way.

Shuri’s warm palm cupped your leaping knee, settling you as she flashed you that sweet smile you loved so much. “Bambo’lwami, I can hear your heart, it’s beating too fast. You need to calm down my love.”

“Maybe I would be able to calm down if it wasn’t so damn cold in this room. Is it normal for a hospital’s temperature to feel as though we are residing in Jabariland? Bast!”

A deep chuckle rumbled from Shuri’s pretty lips, and she used them to press a kiss to your temple. “I can assure you, lovely girl, that the temperature in this room is normal. Now,” She flattened her palm against the small of your back, massaging soft circles into your spine above your top. “Inhale for me?”

You obeyed her instruction, shutting your eyes and inhaling a large gust of air through your nose.

“That’s good, my lovely girl, hold it.” Her warm fingers still traced your back, and Shuri guided you lovingly through your exhale. “Now out, nice and slow. Perfect. You did so well, and I can already hear that heart rate decreasing. Few more times for me?”

Shuri ghosted her delicate lips over yours, letting them linger for a few beats, and you sighed into her mouth. This was the final step in her plan to relax you, and it was one of success, though she hadn't seemed at all surprised by her ability to. Your nerves still wrestled with each other inside you, but the match seemed to be coming to a close now. All because of your Shuri, who read you so deeply, assessing the exact thing you needed, even when your own desires were lost on you.

Her forehead pressed to yours, and you allowed her warmth the opportunity to slither its way through you. “Dr. Chara is the top fertility specialist in the country, and she happens to be a friend. These results will be perfect, trust me when I tell you you are in good hands, great hands my love.”

“I trust you.”

Just as Shuri removed her forehead from yours, Dr. Chara reentered the exam room. It was timed so perfectly, you were certain the act was deliberate on Shuri's end.

“Molweni.” You dipped your head, smiling nervously at the gorgeous doctor before you. “How are we feeling?”

It was an unnecessary question, you thought, surely your distress painted every inch of your perspiring face, was your rapidly bouncing knee not enough to answer this question? For a doctor, she did not appear to be observant.

Shuri’s palm found your knee again, and she gripped it firmly this time. “My apologies, she's a little nervous.”

“And that's normal.” Dr. Chara addressed you directly as she perched herself on the rolling white stool in the room. “Nerves are to be expected, but I can assure you, the results from your HSG are just as your wife predicted. We detected no blockage in your fallopian tubes. Everything is functioning in the way it's supposed to.”

The sigh that escaped you was one of relief, and Shuri pecked your cheek. She’d been right, you hadn't doubted her, but solid confirmation held more weight in this instance. “So this means we can move forward with the intrauterine insemination, correct? Because I do not want her doing IVF, it's too invasive, and I refuse to put any more strain on her body. This potential pregnancy already has her heart rate and blood pressure on the climb.”

You rolled your eyes, and Dr. Chara took note of your frustration. It wasn't unlike Shuri to take the lead in this conversation, she’d done the same thing during your first appointment, and she spends most of your nights in the bedroom reciting facts about possible risks and complications that may occur when coupled with your condition. Her behavior was not to be a deterrent, this you knew; Shuri only wanted you to be equipped with enough information before any important decisions were made.

And you appreciated her efforts wholeheartedly, but at times, it pained you to admit they could be discouraging. “I'm sure Dr. Chara knows all of this already, Shuri.”

“Your wife is correct, Princess. My recommendation, given your wife's condition, and considering the results of her hysterosalpingography, would be to move forward with the IUI. Now, this could involve medication, to ensure that you are ovulating if you otherwise would not be, or a trig–”

Shuri shook her head, “There is no need for a trigger shot or medication, I can tell you exactly when her ovulatory cycle will begin.”

“Shuri.”

“No, I know your body,” She tore her intense gaze from you reluctantly, placing it on Dr. Chara. “I know her body. There is no need for unnecessary steps that hold the potential of doing more harm than good. She will begin ovulating in three days from now. And it is my understanding that the procedure takes place a day or two after that, correct?”

Dr. Chara’s eyes fluttered to yours, and she studied you, analyzing your silence in all this before flicking her tablet off. “Yes, that is correct, Princess.”

“Okay. Then we will move forward with this.”

“And does this work for your wife, Princess?” Her question was coated in something you could not decipher, though the low growl simmering in Shuri's chest made you acutely aware it was not a tone signifying partnership. The two intelligent women were in a standoff in front of you, each unwilling to falter, each believing they had your best interest at heart.

Your tug on Shuri’s wrist caused the sound to dissipate, and her hard-set eyes softened when they found you, returning to their resting hue. “Does all of this work for you, my love?”

“Shuri, do you mind if I have a moment alone with Dr. Chara?”

There was a sigh, and she glanced over at her friend before turning back to you. “Okay, I’ll wait in the lobby.”

“Thank you, mtuwam.”

Like her commanding attitude, Shuri's hesitation to leave the room was something breathable, inhaled by both you and the doctor sitting patiently before you. But eventually she departed, taking with her the stifling fog that previously clogged the room, and you exhaled.

“Sorry about…her.” You laughed awkwardly and Dr. Chara matched it with a warm smile.

“Oh, I've worked with your wife on many different occasions, I know how she gets on. But this is not about her, it is about you, and your body.”

You exhaled again, nodding as you took in the doctor's words. This was about your body.

She cleared her throat, “She may not have been exactly polite in the way she went about it, but Shuri was indeed correct about everything she said. You are familiar with the way IUI works, yes?”

“I'm familiar with Shuri's briefings, yes.”

The two of you laughed at this, and it relaxed you. You felt comfortable with this woman, good, comfortability was a huge thing for you in these situations. “And she was correct about your ovulatory cycle?”

You nodded, “Yes. I will begin ovulating in three days.”

“Perfect. Now, onto the process. Are you familiar with the process?” Dr. Chara tilted her head and her scarlet locs shifted along with her. Your reflection was visible in the lenses of her glasses and you couldn't help but feel you looked like a child: brimming with curiosity and in search of guidance.

“Yes, but a refresher wouldn't hurt.”

She grinned, “No, it would not.”

“Alright so the day that you are ovulating, you will return here, to me. Your chosen sperm sample will be cleaned… You should feel no pain during this procedure, but there could be mild discomfort from the speculum…”

You bobbed your head at each of her words, storing every sentence in your mind, every syllable. It was true that you knew a lot of this already, through Shuri, but hearing it from the person performing the procedure offered a little more piece of mind.

“Do you have any questions for me?”

You bit your lip, pondering the only question you'd ever had about all of this, “Does wanting a baby make me selfish?”

“Why would wanting a baby be selfish?”

You shook your head, “With everything considered. My heart, the risks, the stress. I can't help but feel I'm being selfish.”

“Your body is powerful. Do you agree with that?”

“Ewe.” (yes)

She continued, “Life is precious. Choosing to use the precious life that was breathed into you to bring another into this world is not a decision made lightly, particularly in your case. But you know your body, it is powerful, as you've said. It's powerful, and it is yours. Now, I'm not certain this answers your question, but it's all I've got.”

You let a wet laugh escape you as you heeded her words: Your body was powerful, and it was yours.

•••

“Do you often picture your future, Princess?” She laid on her side, hands clasped beneath her cheek as she admired Shuri, who in turn, admired her. The Princess nestled deeper into the hospital sheets, stroking the girl’s side gently with the simple goal of making her shudder beneath her touch.

Shuri waited a beat before offering up a response, she waited for the inevitable shiver from the girl before her, and she spoke only after witnessing her forearms prickle under protruding goosebumps. “I picture my future with you in it. You are the only construct my mind creates when I think of what’s to come.”

“Princess…” She giggled, and it brought about Shuri’s grin. She enjoyed the feeling, the one that followed each time she made her beautiful girl blush.

Fingers climbed her sides, her arms, stopping on her chubby cheek, and Shuri marveled at the deepness of her glowing skin before caressing her face entirely. “It's true. I never want to know a life without you in it, I never wish to frame an image that doesn't house your face, lovely girl.”

“Speak this promise of a future together into my heart, Princess. Remind her that we've found yet another reason to continue our fight.”

And that she did. A heated palm pushed into her girl's chest, gentle, but willfully firm, and she shook under the collision. “Give me this,” Shuri instructed, reaching for her girl's moisturized hand, and she inhaled the intoxicating whiff of watermelon and mint she so proudly got drunk on before pressing the smaller palm up against her own heart.

“Do you feel that? My heartbeat?” The girl inhaled sharply, eyes sinking into Shuri's face as she bobbed her head. “It beats this way because of you.”

“And my own stammers because of you, Princess.”

Shuri giggled at this, and she proudly wore her blush this time, no longer ashamed of the desperation brought to life by this gorgeous girl. “So. Our hearts beat as one, it seems.”

“Seems that they do.”

A soft kiss was planted directly on the back of her girl's hand; Shuri was devious with the action, letting her lips linger, and studying the way in which her girl squirmed from the simple brush of affection. “Now what are these other reasons for your continued fight? Perhaps I can assist with those as well.”

“Well, Princess, babies of course!” And out came that smile, the one that rayed like the Sun, turning every cell in Shuri's body into complete mush as she melted for her love.

“Ah yes. You are quite fond of babies.”

•••

Waiting. Not an activity you were partial to, but fortunately, you were no stranger to it — your virtuous patience developed against your will, but it was a tool utilized fully now. Two weeks, Dr. Chara instructed you to wait two weeks post-procedure before returning for an HCG blood test or before taking an at-home pregnancy test.

Waiting ceased to be an issue…for you.

For your wife, however, the word itself took on a completely different meaning. One would think, as a scientist, as someone who understood the process of creating new life, Shuri of all people would be the calmest. Or at the very least one would assume she would offer the most reassurance, but reality did not mirror your thoughts.

She became erratic, her impatience morphing into something palpable and muggy, resulting in the deed of centering falling on your shoulders. Not only did you have to monitor your own body; monitoring Shuri's became your responsibility as well. A task that was your normal on any other day, a task you happily completed, but the course of the past few days birthed something entirely different from her usual mannerisms.

Shuri arrived home late most nights, she ate at odd hours, and it was apparent she'd been holding her tongue on certain topics. She still held you close each night though, offering you her warmth, the heat you craved. But questioning her about her distance was difficult, because Shuri was usually out the door before you woke in the mornings.

Trapping her, like one would a rat, seemed to be your only option. So you made your way to her lab in the dead of night, not at all surprised to see Shuri alone in the dim space, sporting an exhausted expression as she worked on a concoction. The early days of your marriage were spent here, with you admiring her, and learning how her brain worked up close.

“Princess, your wife has arrived.” She spun at the roar of the AI’s voice, her knotted features relaxing and morphing into a broad smile at the sight of you stepping off the elevator.

“Hello, my lovely girl.” Shuri pulled you in, looping her arms around your waist and you hugged her back, inhaling her perfume on command. She kissed you briefly, and you found yourself chasing the press of her lips on yours, wanting more of her, all of her.

“Shuri, do you know what time it is?”

She moved back to her work, zoning out partially before awarding you with an answer. “Uh, a little after two in the morning.”

“You know this, and yet you aren't–” She zoomed past you, dashing from one station to the next, and you observed the frantic way in which her hands moved. “And yet you aren't at home in bed.”

“I’ll be done here shortly, you're welcome to wait.”

You sighed, ordering your heart to steady. Shuri hadn't seemed to notice the strain in your words, but the thumping in your chest, that, you knew she was privy to.

“Shuri.”

As the pounding increased, her motions ceased, and she turned to face you. “My love, your hear–”

“Shuri, you knew.”

She approached you in seconds, attempting to ease you into your breathing exercises as she shook her head in confusion. “Knew what? Breathe, my love, breathe.”

“You knew, Shuri. That’s why y-you..” Your exhale bloomed out of you jaggedly, nipping at the back of your throat, and you greeted the pain it brought about as a gracious host would.

“Bambo’lwami, please breathe with me.” Accepting her palm on your back and the circles she rubbed into you seemed like a joke now, because all this time she'd been lying to you.

This realization caused you to shrug from her hold, and frantic eyes scanned your form. “I'm not pregnant, Shuri.”

“No.” She sighed in front of you, granting permission to the deepest of frowns, allowing it to nestle into her face, her beautiful face. “You aren't.”

You gasped. Not a question, but a matter-of-fact statement, confirming your suspicion. “How long? How long have you known?”

“I sensed the shift in your hormones about four days ago.”

“Lying to me for four days and allowing me to believe there was still a chance, instead of being truthful and consoling me. Is this the way we do things in this marriage, Shuri? We lie? We keep secrets?”

Shuri’s attempt to reach for you was not one you allowed, you shoved her away angrily, and she flinched. The hurt on her face you decoded swiftly; never had you denied her touch, and if her expression was to be an indication, not having access to your body did not settle inside her well. “Secrets about my body, Shuri. Mine.”

She stepped toward you once more, desperate arms outstretched, but again, you rejected her. “Let me explain, cela.” (please)

“Was this a joke to you, Shuri?”

Shuri charged to you now, despite your protests, cupping your face with both palms as you wept. Your tears were being flicked away at the same speed in which they arrived, and Shuri pressed your foreheads together. “Nothing about your health is a joke to me, my love.”

“Then why keep this from me?”

She huffed a wet breath, neglecting her own streaming eyes so she could focus on yours. “Disappointing you, hurting you like this, wasn't something I saw myself able to do. But, ultimately I did so anyway. Because here you are, crying, as a result of my actions. Irony is fickle in that way.”

“You should've told me, Shuri.”

“I know. I know, and I’m sorry. Bast, I'm so sorry, lovely girl.” She kissed you, and you allowed it, because her lips could very well be the only thing able to hold your pieces together right now. You imagined falling apart, envisioned letting yourself shatter altogether.

This outcome hadn't been one wrapped in surprise, nor was it an uncommon one. Dr. Chara had explained the success rate of your procedure, she’d given you the percentages, and while they weren't the highest, you extended an olive branch to hope, pleading for at the very least, a tug of friendship between you both. She remained a finicky thing, your friend Hope — taking, sucking, bleeding you dry — leaving you forever drained with very little fight left in you.

“I’m going home, Shuri.” And as you turned to exit, your wife captured your hand, holding tightly to it, as though her very existence were tangled in your tremoring palm. Shuri grew fearful, you realized, as you peered into her deep eyes, fearful that allowing you to leave without following behind would result in her never seeing you again. An irrational belief, you were sure she too knew this, but rationale no longer resided within your wife. Not after she’d witnessed you in tears, tears that still flooded your face, tears that emerged from her deception.

Shuri squeezed your digits, giving you a weak smile. “I'm coming with you.”

Once in bed, snuggled tightly in her arms, you relinquished your body to her, and frustration knew you no more. Truthfully you’d known the entire time; most of your frustration was not directed at your wife, but too much of it had been aimed at your body, too much of it had been aimed toward your battered heart.

She kissed your temple as she rocked you, craving nothing more than to relay comfort, wanting only to ease your mind, and it was then that you allowed your words to fly free from your throat. “I want to try again.”

Shuri hummed, watching your curtains sway in the breeze as she tucked your pretty head beneath her chin, allowing only a single tear to fall for you. “I want what you want, my love.”

•••

“Shuri look at it, I can't do it,” You shielded your eyes, nerves rattling as you awaited the results of the pregnancy test sitting on the bathroom counter before you and your wife. “No, wait! Don't look!”

She giggled beside you, clearly elated by the sheer joy you exuded. “It doesn't matter if I look, my love, I’ve already told you that you are indeed pregnant.”

“But how do you know? You don't know!”

The brush of her tender lips on your neck iced your body, and when Shuri’s fingers grazed your stomach, a shiver flooded your spine. “I know your body,” She inhaled your scent. “And this body, this perfect body of yours, has a baby inside of it. Well, it wouldn't be entirely human yet. The brain is probably forming, and a head, a mangled-looking face, maybe tiny little holes that will result in nostrils, eventually. Also, there's a heartbeat, and–”

“Shuri.”

“I'm just saying. You are pregnant, you're going to have a baby, my love.”

You grinned, finally confident enough to glance at the pregnancy test, and a gasp flung itself out of your mouth. “It's positive… Shuri, I’m–”

“You're pregnant, sthandwa, yes.” Her grin crept sweetly to her lips, lips that you crashed your own into for a heated kiss, leaping onto her, and wrapping your legs around her waist. Shuri giggled against your mouth as she held you, stumbling backward under the press of many harsh pecks to her cheeks, her neck, her nose; she found herself needing to shut her eyes, because you kissed her there too.

The backs of her shins hit the bed, and she plummeted, pulling you all the way down with her. “Shuri.”

“Yes?” Her hands kneaded your thick thighs as you straddled her abdomen, and radiance lived within her smile. Her delight was a result of your own, because she loved you, and said love would exist forever as Shuri’s greatest superpower. Her Panther gifts were nothing comparable.

“We're going to be mamas!” You squealed, bending forward to kiss her passionately, and the longer she sucked on your tongue, the faster your need for her grew. It bustled in your depths, coming alive the second Shuri slipped a hand under your panties.

She hiked up your sleep shirt, tugging slightly on your waistband with a smirk that made your core throb. “Seems that we are.”

•••

“Now,” Dr. Chara began cautiously, and that singular word thickened your air; something wasn't right. Typically, her voice cascaded down on you with the grace of water flowing from heavenly falls, today though, her falls seemed to have run dry, and her words were brittle. “I have received the results from your ultrasound...”

Your prolonged silence stirred up a myriad of emotions, and a spinning mind wasted no time leaping off the nearest cliff, diving head-first into the rapids of worst possible scenarios. And of course, Shuri, who stood confidently beside you, picked up on your shift in mood.

“As of right now, there was no heartbeat detected. But I do not want to jump to conclusions, sometimes–”

Shuri interjected, her expanding anger becoming a stifler, and like your mind’s rapids, you fully prepared to let it pull you under. “What do you mean there’s no heartbeat detected? Are you saying there is something wrong with the baby?”

“Princess, sometimes a heartbeat is not always detected this early on in the preg–”

She shook her head, unable to accept her friend's words, “There was a heartbeat yesterday, and the day before that. How is there not one now?”

“Princess, if you would let me explain instead of continuously cutting me off, you would understand that this is exactly why I am refraining from declaring this a miscarriage.”

A miscarriage. Your heart could not support this pregnancy. Your breakfast threatened a rise at the thought, and you laughed dryly. Yet another thing your body was unable to maintain. At some point you zoned out, completely muffling the heated exchange between your wife and your doctor.

You blinked, and you were on your feet, with no recollection of standing, and you staggered out of the exam room, no doubt with Shuri in pursuit. “My love…”

“I-I can't be here, Shuri. I can't.” You were hot, and you were cold, shuddering under the warmth of your sweat and your unmanageable tears.

Shuri pulled you to her chest, instinctively coaching your breathing, but it was useless, and she knew it. “She hasn't made any decisions just yet, let's just–”

“Can you honestly tell me that you believe everything is alright inside me? Do you hear a heartbeat?”

Shuri sighed, shutting her eyes tight, pinning her forehead to yours and her palm found your pumping heart. “I hear yours. I hear my own. That's all that matters to me right now.”

“How can you say that?” You backed away, rattling your wife with the abruptness, her eyes darting around wildly, searching tirelessly for her misdeed. “Shuri, we just lost our baby…”

“I just want you to be alright, my love.” Sobs flew every which way, people were beginning to stare, you didn't care though, and you did nothing to conceal your tears.

“I just lost my baby, Shuri. I am not alright.”

Pain crept up on you in the dark of night, diabolically demonic in his arrival, as he unveiled the unwanted guest assisting him with the burglary of your body: A gut-wrenching scream, one that startled the yellow-eyed black cat slumbering soundly at the foot of your bed. It woke Shuri too, and she shot to your side faster than a bullet.

“Talk to me, bambo’lwami, what do you need? Tell me.”

“Bathroom…” The only word your lips could splutter amidst the unyielding agony slithering through your abdomen, down to your thighs. Shuri nodded, already sobbing at the sight and sound of you writhing as she lugged your body to the bathroom, shakily placing you on the toilet.

Your muscles coiled; tightened; preparing to snap with each throat-rawing wail. The haste in which your bleeding accelerated knew no bounds as you rocked yourself atop the toilet seat, blistering tears racing their way down your scrunched face. Shuri kneeled before you, bawling as you did, trying her hardest to soothe, though the two of you knew your experience now was not one she could so easily quell.

“Tell me what to do! What can I do? Ndicela undyiyekhe ndikuncede!” (please let me help you)

Eyes hammered shut, knuckles whitening, you shook your head, and it was a reaction Shuri read as a refusal of aid. “My love, Ndicela.” (please)

Finding words to articulate exactly what you needed from her was the most difficult job you were tasked with. You knew you only needed her near, but you could not convey this want, and Shuri grew antsy. Standing idly by, unable to ease your anguish was a rattling fear your wife had, and here she sat, drenched in tears and steeped in your blood, watching her worst nightmare come to fruition.

Hours ticked by, yet still, you remained uneasy. You’d taken to inching around the bathroom floor on your hands and knees, on the prowl for relief, finding it only briefly in a facing down fetal position as your rock-hard uterus continued its assault on your fibers.

Shuri had stepped out of the bathroom for a brief moment, upon your request for ice, though she felt disinclined to follow your orders. You knew she listened still, undoubtedly honing in with those heightened abilities of hers. Your frail figure crawled to the shower, turning it on with plans of climbing in. Your hope was that the steamy water would offer some relief, you were desperate for it, and you would accept it in any capacity.

Scorching droplets pelted your quivering frame as you pulled your knees to your chest and allowed salty tears to mix with water. Though warm, the pressure of the shower still made you tremble, but the act seemed to work somehow. Shuri returned soon after, a frown setting her face as she took in the scene of you practically drowning yourself before her. She climbed in behind you, fully clothed, and held you. Shuri allowed you to break completely in her embrace, encouraging your unravel.

She swayed you from side to side, permitting her heart to crack a little at the sound of your meek whimpers as you buried your face into her soaked neck.

“Umzimba wam akandithandi?” (why does my body hate me?)

“Oh, my lovely girl…” She sniffled, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, not knowing if her lips brushed water or tear droplets, though their mingling made them one and the same now.

“I do everything right, Shuri. Why am I never enough? Why is my heart not enough? I keep hoping that it can be, I hope that it will be, but it never is.” Your words emerged shattered, and you chewed on the shards they left behind in your mouth, allowing your pain to find a new focal point as your throat blazed.

This made you ponder your relationship with hope once more: Was she not an entity capable of breeding only eternal misery? Hadn't all your rendezvous with her produced outcomes such as these? And you accepted then, that she had never been a friend at all, and your dependency on her stemmed only from your own naïveté.

Shuri's chin was hooked over your shoulder as she continued to rock you, and she wept for you, wept for your loss. “Listen to me. You are enough. You are everything. You are perfection, and you are not to be faulted for this, your heart is not to be faulted.”

“Shuri.”

She shook her head in defiance, hellbent on hammering her belief into your mind. “You haven't done anything wrong. You are perfect. My perfect girl, and I need you to know this is not on you.”

Her lips met your wet hair, swaying never faltering under the rain of warm water. Shuri held you like that for the rest of the night, the two of you allowing yourselves to feel every pang of pain derived from the ordeal, and she continued her whispers of reassurance until you went limp in her arms from all the tears, and all the bloodshed.

•••

6 months later

“Come here baby, come here Herbo baby!” You patted your thigh, beckoning your cat to you, but the small feline only stared blankly before sprinting out of the bedroom. A stuck-up little thing, but you loved him dearly.

“Hello in there! This is your mama! Good morning baby! Your older brother is being mean today. But that's okay baby, that's okay!” You cooed into your stomach. There was no change in its appearance, though you were beginning to feel some slight hormonal shifts.

Shuri exited your shared bathroom with a towel around her neck, damp curls glued to her forehead, wearing only a sports bra and basketball shorts. “Four weeks is a little too early to start calling it a baby, no?”

“No.” You rolled your eyes at her grumble, returning all your focus to your tummy. “And this is your other mama, baby! She's very grumpy right now, she has been for the past few weeks, no one knows why. But that's okay! Because she loves you as I love you!”

Your wife sat on the bed, causing you to bounce at the dip in the mattress and she began to study you as you whispered sweet nothings to the life brewing inside of your body. Speaking to your baby made its way onto your list of favorite activities since becoming pregnant again, and you did it most mornings, or whenever you found yourself with free time on your hands, much to Shuri's chagrin.

Whenever she was present for it, you'd always wind up with her curious eyes on you, though the usual splash of amusement you were accustomed to did not sway in her glare. It made you uncomfortable, her calculated stare, but you never pressed the issue, and she never offered up reasoning.

“We're so excited to finally meet you someday soon, aren't we Shuri?”

Your wife hummed with a flickering smile as she massaged your ankle. “Your excitement brings me joy, bambo’lwami. Seeing you this happy makes me happy.”

The smirk you offered her when your eyes met was hardly an unfamiliar one, and her brow jumped in understanding. “You look good.”

“I feel comfortable.” She retorted, scooting up to sit near you on the bed so your shoulders would touch, and you breathed her in.

“I bet my mouth could offer you more. Comfort, I mean.”

You hadn't turned to look at her, but you knew she blushed beside you. Shuri's hot hand groped your bare thigh as you sat next to her, thumb brushing along the deep dimples decorating the expanse of it, and she had to fight a lip bite at the sound of your desperate little moan.

“We better not do anything that could potentially harm it,” That same palm found your stomach, and you jumped. “Or at the very least spike your heart rate.”

She pecked your head, then stood, marching straight out of your room as Herbo did moments ago before you could stutter up a measly, “O-Okay...”

•••

“Will you be wearing a dress tonight, or a suit, mtuwam?” You questioned, peering at Shuri through your vanity mirror. She remained silent from where she perched herself on your bed, watching you intently, as was her favorite pastime.

“Let's just see if we make it out the door first, hmm?”

At this, you turned, puzzled as to what she could possibly mean. “Shuri, the banquet starts in two hours. You need to start getting ready, you know it takes you forever.”

She chuckled, and the authentic rustle of it made you hum. You hadn't heard her laugh, not genuinely, in weeks, hadn't felt the rush it sent through you, so you chased after it now, choosing to tangle in the lastings of it that lingered.

“We don't have to go, you know. If you aren't up for it. We could just stay home, I’m sure Herbo would love that.” She purred at the cat curled in her lap, scratching his ear affectionately, and soon their sounds fell in sync. You twitched a little watching her with him. Being jealous of a cat was inherently illogical, but it was out of your hands. Because it’d been a while since Shuri allowed herself to get lost in you like the way she got lost in Herbo now, and there laid hurt in that.

You sighed, peeling your eyes from them; you decided to focus your energy on wrestling away your current state of drowsiness. It snuck up on you, seemingly with plans to control your night. “Of course, we're going, Shuri. This banquet is an important part of my job, you know this. Or do the events surrounding my career not matter? Is that what you're telling me?”

“I think we both know that isn't remotely similar to anything I've ever said to you.” She rolled her eyes, but not before releasing the cat and trekking to your closet, pulling out your favorite suit of hers. She caught your smirk in the mirror, though she said nothing, opting for a shake of her head instead.

Your night was already off to a dizzying start: all the lights, all the sounds, the people, and the forced conversation. It overwhelmed you, and your unrest became Shuri's fixation, no doubt swallowing an ‘I told you so’ for your journey home.

Fatigue took you, and barely an hour had passed. You craved some familiarity, at the very least, so you understandably jumped when you spotted Nakia floating gracefully across the room in a bold emerald number.

“Oh, sisi, hey–” She stepped back examining your face, your posture, cupping your cheeks delicately. “Are you alright?”

You nodded in her hold, grabbing her hands softly before removing them from your face. “Yes, yes. Just a little tired, this night is going to be long.”

She didn't look convinced, however, and worried eyes panned to a rather agitated-looking Shuri for some insight. Though she had none to offer, at least none in the form of words. You watched as the two women before you now concluded something together, something you were left in the dark about.

It frustrated you, seeing them so in sync over secrets that undoubtedly involved you, and you excused yourself to the restroom to catch your breath.

Standing in front of the mirror now only confirmed your suspicions and pushed understanding through you. You were made aware as to why you’d been receiving odd stares, and you understood Shuri's irritation when your appearance had been questioned. Nakia’s concern was a thing comprehended, because you looked exactly how you felt: weary, disoriented, and on the verge of collapse.

You needed to leave. Immediately.

“And the pregnancy is doing this to her? This early on?” A voice you knew: Nakia.

And the one that followed was your wife's beautiful refrain, although it’d been difficult to recognize under thick layers of exhaustion and hurt. “Yes. She's been trying to hide it, the toll. And I selfishly wish she was successful in doing so, because then I wouldn't be subjected to seeing her fall apart like this.”

You stepped back into the restroom, letting the door remain cracked as you honed in on their conversation. Surely it wasn't wrong to eavesdrop, not when the topic of discussion was you.

“And there's nothing you can do? What about the herb?”

Shuri sighed, and it was the one that alerted you she'd already thought of this idea. “It wouldn't work, and she would refuse. I can't…fix her, not when I do not believe she's broken. But I can't help her either because this is what she wants.”

She was correct in that assumption.

“I don't want her to have this baby, Nakia. She's so happy, she's excited about becoming a mother. But I'm fearful that this dream of hers will only ever remain that, a dream. It's selfish but I can't lose her, not like this.”

You heard shuffling, a sniffle, and what you could only envision to be a hug. A palm slapped itself over your mouth as you drank your tears at your wife's revelation.

It was then that you stepped out, rickety heart pumping blood at its most accelerated pace, and Shuri automatically answered your body's call. She pulled away from Nakia, draping your coat over your shoulders whilst attempting to steady you.

“Lovely girl, what is–”

“Take me home. Please.”

When your beloved wife tucked you into bed later in the night, she clutched you tight; Shuri swaddled your entire body in her strong embrace and breathed out each molecule of her fear ruggedly.

You peered up at her: cocoa eyes were shut, lips hung downward, and she hummed quietly with your head against her chest.

The question simmering in your stomach began its climb, and despite your efforts to gulp it back down, your body belched it out anyway, and you prepared for her rehearsed reply. “Do you want this baby, Shuri?”

“I want what you want, lovely girl.”

•••

“Kumkanikazi, ndicela ixhesha lakho?” (my queen, may i please have a moment of your time?)

Your strides into the throne room were hesitant ones, and Ramonda tilted her head in curiosity, questioning your reluctance to approach her.

“I have to assume this conversation will not be personal, seeing as you’ve chosen to address me so formally.”

You let a soft chuckle slip, reminiscing on the many times the woman in front of you had to scold you for addressing her by her title. She’d been adamant that the girl whom her daughter loved addressed her as she did, “My apologies, mama. My mind is not stable these days.”

She shrugged, “Comes with the territory.” Now it was your turn to let curiosity teem.

You narrowed your eyes at her, puzzled and she laughed. “You're pregnant.”

“How d–”

“You forget child, I am a mother, I’ve endured what you are enduring now, and I lived to tell the tale. The signs are not lost on me.” Her smile covered her entire face, lighting her eyes and showcasing the maturity in her features.

You laughed. Eerie were her methods of knowing the unknown, but her foresight only served as a buffer to make this conversation smoother. You’d worked up the courage to tell her, seeing as you were holding off on an official announcement given your last experience with early pregnancy, but now, the ancestors seemed to have done the work for you, and for that, you thanked them.

“Is this what you've come to talk about?” She questioned, and you nodded.

The Queen had become a voice of reason for you over the stint of your relationship with Shuri. She offered you guidance, and peace of mind when the task of aiding yourself became too immense. “Yes. I wanted your advice.”

She gestured for you to continue.

“Well you've guessed, I am pregnant. And it's something I've wanted all my life. My own children, my own family,” She smiled, squeezing your hand as she stood up from the throne, placing herself directly in front of you. “But my condition… it's making things rather difficult for me, for Shuri.”

“For Shuri?” She quizzed, startled.

“She's… apprehensive about it, worried, doesn't want to risk my health. I love her for worrying. I just, I want this so badly, mama. And while I do feel drained most days, I can’t let go of the feeling that I am meant to carry this life, t-that I am meant to be someone’s mother.” Her loving hands removed themselves from your own, cradling your face instead as she allowed you to cry into her palms.

“Oh… my child. Shuri doesn't want you to have the baby?”

You shook your head, still having a hard time accepting her conversation with Nakia from the other night. “No. She doesn't want me to risk my life giving birth.”

“She loves you, you know? After we lost her brother, her light dimmed. It was there still, but not as bright, not as blazing. But you… when she spoke about you, when she returned from visiting you, it was as if that light of hers exploded. She was the Sun. My Shuri. You brought her grieving heart back to life. Shuri loves you. And it is because she loves you that she behaves this way.”

“I love her too, I just, I think I can–” She cut you off.

“But. Her love for you should not interfere with you making your own choices, especially the choices involving your own body. The body that you take care of, that you fought like hell to have.”

You were spluttering now, sobbing hard as she held still to your wet face. “I–”

“Wanting a baby is not an unnatural thing. Being a mother is hard, but loving your children is easy.” She looked at you, deep and daunting. “Do you want this child you carry?”

“More than anything.”

Then she dried your tears, swatting away what she could. “Then you have your answer to the question you hadn't yet asked. The one you were hesitant to speak out loud. I know my daughter, I love my daughter, and I know this is something she wants as well. She loves you. She wants a family with you.”

•••

“Are you even still attracted to me, Shuri?” The two of you had cleared the lab, or rather, everyone scattered the moment you'd arrived seething and in tears. But your wife refused to move, purposefully averting your gaze.

She scoffed, “Is that a serious question?”

Your steps forward didn't seem to faze her, but when you moved behind her desk and tilted her chin to face you, she stiffened. “You don't touch me anymore. Look at me Shuri. Am I attractive to you? Are you attracted to me as I am now, Shuri? I–”

“I'm attracted to every version of you.” Brown eyes bored into your deteriorating exterior, and you gasped.

You let a hum slip, “And do you want this baby?”

Shuri sighed, evidently exhausted of the question she was being made to answer again and again, growing weary of her own repetition. “I want you happy, and if having this baby will make you happy, then yes. I want you to have everything you desire my love, I–”

“Shuri.”

Her rambling continued amidst your protest, “You deserve to…”

“Shuri.”

“...and I only care about…”

“Shuri enough! You avoid this question every time, diverting your words, shifting the topic to how much you love me, but no more lies! Answer the damn question, and do so truthfully…”

“Uyamfuna lomtana?” (do you want this baby)

A beat passed without words, or sound, and you studied Shuri's stern face trying to decipher her expressions. She gave nothing away, and then, a word. A singular word that clawed at your lungs, doing away with your practiced form of breathing. “No.”

“What?” You hadn't expected her to admit it. Though you’d requested the truth, residing within her lie comforted, because Shuri’s untruths seemed to hurt less than her honesty.

“No.” Her eyes were on you, and they were remorseful.

You swallowed, then blinked at her, trying desperately to string coherent words together. “You don't want our child?”

“Not if it means I lose you.”

You stepped forward, “You don't know that you will lose me Shuri, I–”

Shuri fiddled with the pens on her desk, dropping your gaze again, “You speak of my lies, but not of your own? I spoke with Dr. Chara. She told me she doesn't believe your heart can withstand childbirth.” This disclosure silenced you, because it was one you’d known and made peace with.

“You think I can't sense what you're going through? You choose to suffer in silence, but despite this, your body still calls out to me, she alerts me of your pain every waking day.”

You hadn't realized you were in tears again, but there they were, trickling from your sockets and staining your face. But the emotion driving them was not one anticipated: anger. Anger at your wife, anger at yourself, and the utmost fury at your heart. “Let's not forget it was you who encouraged me to–”

She stood, “Yes and I regret it! There isn't a day that goes by where I do not wish to take it all back. We were fine before, we were happy.” Shuri's voice blared, never had she raised her voice at you, and you could tell it wasn't a planned reaction.

“Are you not happy now? Shuri, are you unhappy with us?” Your voice cracked on its way out your throat, cracking Shuri’s heart in retaliation.

“Seeing you in pain makes me unhappy. Seeing you suffer makes me want to die. I am unhappy with what this… pregnancy is doing to you.”

“Shuri…”

She moved closer to hold you, to stable you as she often did, and Bast, you let her. You let her kiss your soaked face, you let your tears mingle, because in spite of it all, you’d missed her, and the heat of her touch.

•••

Returning to the maternity ward after years of absence came with waves of emotions for the Princess. She'd fallen in love beneath these very fluorescent lights, and the images of her lips on yours for the first time fluttered her heart as she followed the pattering of yours.

Shuri planted her feet perfectly in the fourth tile back from the window, and she stuffed her fists into the pockets of her slacks, patiently awaiting the press of your shoulder against hers, and like clockwork, it came without a beat of hesitation. She'd figured out later on why you did it, why you stood so close to her that first day. Her warmth called to you, pulled on your muscles like a magnet, and you allowed your body to be attracted to hers without resistance.

“You’d choose my life over the one growing inside me, Princess?” Your eyes hadn't shifted from the squirming newborns, and Shuri hadn't expected them to. She marveled at you still, admiring the striking beauty etched into your dark skin. Breathing became a thing of the past the longer the Princess stared; Shuri wanted nothing more than for the vision of you to render her unconscious, you were immersive in that way.

“Without question.” Not the answer you wished for, Shuri knew this, but it was the only answer you’d get. The lying, the holding back, she grew tired of it all, and she needed to cement the notion that you were all she cared about into your bones.

You nodded at this, and Shuri found herself leaning into each bob of your head. She was gone off your existence alone, pitiful really, but the Princess had no issue being pathetic for you. “You choose me.”

“I will forever choose you.”

She giggled a little at you craning your neck to see the babbling babies, and she grinned when you grinned. “I choose me too, Princess. And choosing me means I choose this pregnancy. I choose to have my baby.”

Shuri didn't speak when you directed your words to your stomach, she only watched, and she listened. “Do you hear that, baby? I choose you. But I need to know if you'll forgive me, because I might only be able to give you life, little one.”

The pressure of touching shoulders increased, per Shuri’s doing. She wanted to grab you, kiss you, scream at you to choose a different choice, but she couldn't. Shuri understood this was not up to her, and it was then she began to accept the crippling reality that her life might be longer than yours, your breathing may cease before her own. These weren't thoughts she wished to speak out loud, however, so she opted to dive deeper into your feel as she stood silently beside you.

“Will you forgive me, Princess?” Shuri did not enjoy the meekness of your tone, she did not enjoy hearing your confidence waver.

She turned to you then, and you mimicked her. Shuri captured your lips in hers, pouring her all into the kiss, all whilst trying to drink in every drop of you as though it were her last sip. She felt you quiver at the feel of her fingertips brushing your stomach, but she only used it as an opportunity to tug you closer. The passion beaming off the both of you expanded, blooming in pressure and power, Shuri was certain every glass surface surrounding you prepared for their inevitable shattering.

The kiss numbed her mind, and when she pulled away, she stuttered, struggling horribly to speak. “I-I, I choose you. And I choose your choices, bambo'lwami.”

•••

Shuri despised hospital rooms; loving you brought about this disdain. She hated the sight of you hooked up to beeping machines and tangled tubes and wires. Something she hated even more: having zero control or say in the care you received.

The Princess was gifted in many areas, but her preferred field of work was being your live-in, round-the-clock, go-to, nurse, doctor, and personal hand holder. These were her most cherished skills, caring for you was Shuri’s most cherished attribute. So, evidently, when she'd been barred from having any medical say-so in your labor preparation (per your request), the Princess wanted to throw a fit.

“You're oddly calm, mtuwam.” She let your strained voice tug her from inside her whirring mind, matching your weak smile.

She sighed, interlocking your fingers with a low laugh, allowing her stomach to bubble at the sight of gorgeous rings wrapped around perfect fingers. “I'm calm because you are. Though I would like to know what's taking that doctor so long. You were scheduled for surg–”

“Shuri.”

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry. My role here is to be a doting wife, not a domineering doctor, I know.” She bit her lip, utterly enamored by the sight of you, even now, especially now. Shuri admired your resilience through all of this, she wanted to be exactly like you someday.

She studied the way your eyes remained bright, elated, and blown, as you smirked at her. “Domineering doctor. I can unabashedly admit I do not hate the sound of that. You want to dominate me, Dr. Udaku?”

“I'm so in love with you.” Again, your resilience was a thing to be admired. Only you would find time to make jokes such as those at a time like this.

“You're rubbing off on me Princess. Oh! That's another one! You want to rub off on me, Princess?”

Shuri understood fully what her wife was doing; this was merely a tactic to relax Shuri's mind, get it off of the sight of her in that bleak hospital gown, shift her thoughts from the looming cloud of uncertainty hovering overhead. And if she hadn't known better, it might have worked.

Just as she began to speak, the door opened, and in walked the extremely tardy doctor, Shuri thought, but she pulled her lips into a hard line, allowing them to prep you for your scheduled cesarean.

“So,” She pressed her hands together, offering up a smile, one that made Shuri snarl, and she braced herself for your scolding. “Do we have any questions before you're wheeled back to the OR?”

Shuri looked at her wife, whose face displayed a twinge of sadness, and it was immediate — her comprehension of your impending question. Those were not words the Princess intended to have graze her ears, so Shuri chose to zone out.

It was only the beeping of machines and devices that pulled her back to reality. There were shouts, orders being given, and hospital personnel floating in and out of the room. Instinctively, she flew to your bedside, reaching for your hand.

“Someone please tell me what the fuck is going on! Right now!” And if Shuri weren't so caught up in her yelling, she would have noticed your wince at the boom of her voice. Your fear she picked up on, your spiking heartbeat too, and she placed her palm on your jumping chest, staring deeply into wild eyes that called to her in their time of need.

“Shuri?! Shuri…”

She kissed your face, diving immediately into your coached breathing. “I know, lovely girl, I know. Just breathe with me okay? Breathe.”

All efforts were seemingly useless, and Shuri was on the verge of collapse.

“Baby's heart rate is dropping. Mom’s heart rate and blood pressure are increasing rapidly.” There was a shout of, “Emergency C-Section,” then you were being rolled out of the room and away from her, sporting panicked eyes.

“We're sorry, Princess, but you are not permitted to enter the operating room. But you are welcome to wait here.”

Words Shuri refused to listen to, warnings that would go unheeded. She’d promised to be by your side, yet here she was, on the other side of locked doors, breaking that promise.

Hadn't she let you down enough? Shuri hadn't supported your desire to have this baby, not entirely, she reminisced on the half truths she spun as she sat, knees to her chest on the floor as she whimpered. She only wished to be with you when you needed her most.

If she wanted, she could break the doors down, demand to see you, demand to aid you, but she knew you wouldn't support this, and it was not her plan to disappoint you anymore than she already had. So she allowed the familiar thrum of the heart she loved so wholly to center her; if she couldn't be near you, your abnormal rhythm would suffice.

“Come, child. Let me hold you.” Ramonda pulled her daughter into her lap, cradling her similarly to when Shuri was just a baby with a kiss to her head as they both sat on the freezing floor, and Shuri released a wet exhale at the feel of Nakia’s comforting palm smoothing over her back.

•••

“It's been over seventy-seven minutes, why haven't they finished?” Shuri had indeed counted the minutes in her mind as she waited, it became her only sense of tranquility.

Her mother sighed beside her, but the action only served as an irritant, because it was indicative of the woman's lack of an adequate response. “Shuri, please hold to your patience right now. It's what she would want. Your wife is a fighter.”

She rolled her eyes at this, an act the River Tribe native perched across from her noticed and admonished, but Shuri couldn't bring herself to care. All her care laid with you.

“Your mother is right, you know, patience is a virtue. And your wife knows this, she respects this,” She offered up a small smirk. “Mostly.”

“I don't care about patience, I care about my wife!” Shuri shot to her feet, needing to flail in frustration because the ticking of endless time was beginning to drown her.

“My child I do not know what outcome this–”

She shushed her mother, inching closer to the doors separating her from her wife, terror banging against her heaving chest like a drum. “I can't…”

Shuri's actions caused Nakia to glance at the Queen, and they stood, mirroring Shuri’s slow strides. “Shuri?”

She tilted her head, sticking out a finger hauntingly to quiet Nakia’s speech.

“I can't hear… I-I c-can't hear her h-heartbeat…”

Silence befell the two women, just as the bleak wave realization rode in on arrived. Previously, Shuri had tuned out every beep, every zip, every sound behind the doors that wasn't you: your weak inhales, they were faint, but they existed. And of course, the pumping inside your sternum. But now, she heard neither.

Shuri’s vision blurred. Her feet marched. Her fists were balling, and her mother screamed her name from her rear, but that ceased to matter.

The opaque glass doors to the operating room shattered dramatically, startling the doctors, and nurses, and technicians hurrying around the room, but Shuri didn't care. Her eyes found your body on the bed, and she swallowed a whimper. No one held her back; they couldn't, but ultimately they didn't have to because Shuri froze.

You looked as though you were sleeping, you were sleeping. That's what she told herself. Because accepting anything else was not an option for the Princess.

But Shuri had laid awake watching you sleep on too many occasions to allow herself the luxury of believing it was only slumber that took you now. She'd memorized the pattern of your breathing as you dreamt, a pattern that existed no longer.

You remained still; devoid of color, devoid of life. Your heart was not alive, your chest did not rise, and without a rise, there would be no fall. Except, there was a fall — Shuri's fall. She was unaware she’d been tumbling until her knees hit the floor, and when two pairs of arms engulfed her, she screeched.

•••

A broken soul made no noise. Shuri made no noise, as she sat, unmoving in her wife's empty hospital room. Numbness offered her a hand and she reached desperately for it in the darkness, allowing a blanket of apathy to swaddle her.

It was better this way, she thought, better to not feel. If the Princess allowed herself to succumb to feelings, the entire world would sooner know her agony. This was her best option.

She befriended Silence as she sat, the spirit offered little comfort, but the absence of sound was a necessity.

It lasted only so long though, and Shuri sighed, preparing for the disturbance before it even reached the door. “Shuri.”

“Ndiyeke.” (leave me alone)

Nakia disregarded this, stepping into the room fully, but never leaving the doorway, and the Princess winced at the sound of soft coos. “Shuri there's someone who–”

“Leave. And take that thing with you as well.” She didn't have to look up to know her words sliced deep; She intended to make Nakia feel just a sliver of the hurt she'd been avoiding.

“Surely you don't mean that. Your dau–”

“Yisuse kum lento.” (get it away from me)

There were no more words to be had between the pair, Shuri’s knife slashed through bone, burying itself deep within Nakia’s being, and she nodded, leaving the Princess to float on her high of comforting numbness.

•••

Most nights, the sound of a crying infant rang throughout the palace, but never had Shuri peeled herself from your side of the bed to check on the baby. The Princess lay on her side, curled in a ball as she inhaled the smell of your pillowcase. There was little intrigue on her end when it came to the child, she found there was nothing they held in common.

It hadn't known you, it may have come from you, but it did not know you, not in the way she did. You were hers. It hadn't loved you as she did. This loss was hers alone, and the Princess found the child’s screams to be unwarranted.

Perhaps there was room to bond over the sleeplessness they both shared, because Shuri too laid awake most nights. Rarely did the Princess leave her bed, rarely did she interact with others, and there’d been no recollection on when she'd last seen the Sun. She’d taken to feeling though, and just as she'd predicted, those around her suffered. The child suffered.

She sighed when wails morphed into coos, letting her eyes flicker shut so she could shed a silent tear.

Tonight was not like most nights. There was movement in the young royal’s bed chambers, toes plunged into carpet, and lean legs propelled Shuri forward. They followed the babbling, stopping short as she approached the nursery the two of you decorated mere months ago. Her feet did not cross the threshold though, and she stood there, fingers fiddling and pulling on the hem of your favorite t-shirt.

“Precious, precious girl. You have your mama's eyes, yes you do!” Shuri watched as Nakia poked the baby's tummy and she shuddered at the sight of it smiling.

She let her head hit the frame as she stood there: silent, unmoving, watching. “How do you do it?”

“Shuri!” Nakia jumped, clearly unprepared to hear her voice. The Princess startled even herself with her words; it’d been days since she’d last spoken, to herself or to anyone. Her throat remained raw from her silent sobbing, and she was reminded immediately as the last word left her lips.

She settled onto the floor, criss-crossing her legs, allowing your shirt to cover her knees. “How did you find it in you to go on after the loss of my brother?”

Nakia placed the baby back into its crib, then she stooped down, sitting directly across from the forlorn Princess. She wanted to offer comfort, but she was hesitant to reach out and touch. “Oh… Shuri.”

“I wanted to burn the world in his name, and I nearly did. But now I feel as though it is I who the world has set ablaze. Losing her, i-it…” Tears evaded Shuri now, but she felt no such luck when it came to hurt.

She shut her eyes, allowing her cells to sizzle under the breeze that was Nakia’s words. “When I lost your brother, I did what you are doing. I recoiled, I broke. I was prepared for his death, but no amount of preparation could ever do away with the anguish that comes along with losing the one you love. But I also found the strength to put myself back together again, for my son.”

“I don't think that's something I can do. I want to remain broken, I want to feel the pain of her loss forever. It's only fair.” Shuri’s knees were pressed to her chest now, and she pulled away from the helping hand being offered to her.

“You don't mean that, Shuri. Your dau–”

“I do!”

A sad smile formed on Nakia’s lips, one Shuri read as pity. There had been a time where Shuri wore her own version of pity proudly, where she let herself revel in how pathetically entranced with you she was. She almost smiled at the thought of it, but no longer did that feeling exist.

“Neglecting your daughter will not help fill the hole felt from her loss, Princess. Forcing yourself to hurt will never ease your mind.”

“You think I have to force myself to hurt? You don't think this pain comes naturally to me?”

Nakia shook her head, “That is not what I meant, Shuri, you know that.”

Soft babbling tugged on Shuri's attention, and she craned her neck to the handcrafted crib housing the little one. “I'm afraid I will resent the child forever if I were to hold it, and the thought of disappointing my love in this way is terrifying.”

“Your daughter wants to know her mama, Shuri, she grows curious about the other presence here each day.”

Curiosity brimming in a body that tiny, this piqued Shuri’s interest. She knew curiosity well, curiosity led her to you. “How do I know I will be an adequate mother? How do I know I can raise a child, give it– her the proper guidance?”

“Your wife made a choice. One that she felt was best for her and her baby. You too, have choices. You can choose to respect her choice, you can also choose to love your daughter. She's already chosen you.” This produced a sad smile from the Princess, as she reminisced on some of the first words you’d said to her.

“But that's the easy part,” Nakia continued, squeezing Shuri's knee playfully. “Because she is easy to love. Come.”

The two women rose, and Shuri exhaled deeply as she stepped over the threshold. Her indignation, she left on the other side of the door, inching slowly toward the baby, and immediately, there was a smile from the child.

“Oh, that's her biggest one yet.”

Shuri huffed a laugh. Emotions swirled inside her as she gaped at this beauty harboring your starry eyes. Eyes she thought she'd lost forever, but here they were, peering back at her, calling out to her as yours did. The baby wore your face as though it were her own, and it was then that Shuri broke.

Slowly, she reached for the baby girl, her baby girl, cradling her gently, supporting her head lovingly. Shuri let a sob slip as she held her daughter, then a chuckle because you’d been right. Choosing to love this small child coated in your complexion came with no challenge, just as loving you came with no challenge. This hadn't been the life she pictured for herself, but Shuri knew the only constant life carried with it was change.

#shuri x reader #shuri x black!fem reader #shuri x plus size!reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x y/n #shuri x f!reader #shuri x black!reader #shuri angst #shuri udaku #myworks #black panther #wakanda forever #sorry y'all #letitia wright #shuri black panther #lyricswriting

[lil0-0blume]

I want to learn how to make edits because I have a list of Lana del Rey songs for every couple that I ship on the mxtx universe (and also for characters alone) but I don’t even know how to start… 🫠🫠

(I already edited before but only some silly things 😭😭)

List of the couples here if anyone is interested:

- HuaLian: Young and Beautiful (Classic, romantic, them)

-Wangxian: Summetime sadness (pls don’t kill me)

-Bingqiu: ArtDeco (like… the vibe?? Just-)

-Moshang: Playing Dangerous (For me, Sqh flirting is something like this -when he’s not afraid ofc)

-Beefleaf: Freak (trust meeee)

-YinZhen: Sad Girl (I’m not afraid to speak the word!!)

-XueXiao: Dark Paradise (Literally died for then, my Roman Empire)

-YueJiu: Cinnamon Girl (the definition of deserved better)

-FengQing: Diet Mountain Dew (THEM. JUST THEM.)

-Bingjiu: Ultraviolence (Got the hots for them but they also deserved better, to god -mxtx- they weren’t her favorite at all lol)

-JunMei: Fishtail (“this is an work of art” seriously, the “You’ll braid my hair” is literally how I envision them in the future, healing, together)

-Niecest: Lust for life (Like you heard that??? The “but my boyfriend’s back… and he’s cooler than ever…” - You cannot convince me otherwise it isn’t them!!!!)

List for the characters:

Binghe: Jealous girl (he was the easiest one for me and I don’t have to explain myself… BE AGGRESSIVE BE- )

Hua Cheng: Cherry (It just reminds me of him!! He really does fall to pieces many times on the story, literally, psychologically and emotionally, in good and bad ways…)

Lan Wangji: Serial killer/Happiness is a butterfly (Suprised for the first one?? Well, for me it’s about the intensity in his love, the type of doing anything and everything for the one he loves… I swear he’s just so dramatic and its just captures his teen phase of ‘first love and I don’t know what to do about it so I’ll just fantasy’ About the second… His time with his love in the first live was short and not completely well lived with so much problems and yet, and yet… he found happiness, also the “if he’s a serial killer than what’s the worst” just fits with the fact that he did in fact tried to save Wwx even against all the things others talked about him, regardless of the truth, he does what he needs to for who he needs… “Looking into his eyes I think he’s already hurt” IM SO SORRY I CANT LIE)

Shen Jiu: Born to die (like I’m not even trying to hurt anyone here but I know it hurts…)

Shen Qingqiu: Doin Time (Why?? Like, “the living is ease” vibe and the sudden “I’ve come to tell you that she’s evil” just reminds me to much of the fact that he’s the “villain”!! And I just imagined the “Louie” in the song as Sqh so much anyway)

Xie Lian: Brooklyn Baby (I don’t think I have to explain this one also right… the fans go “Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool… but he’s not as cool as me…” and also, “Baby I’m a gangsta too and takes two the tango” gets me thinking of two different sceneries, a dance with Hua Cheng as his flower and a dance with words representing his martial god nature)

Wei Wuxian: Salvatore (Salvatore is just him, really, the vibe of, like, even if you’re being murdered, you’re smiling and you’re smiling cause you know that, some way, you’ve just fucking won, of being on a serious situation and taking it lightly because is just his way to do things but at same time not as a mockery or a joke to all the suffering, the pain, but rather, an acceptance with a smile… oh gosh what a ride)

Mobei Jun: Black Beauty (like referring to a cold, untouchable beauty like himself, because honestly, life is beautiful but it took a while for him to see the colors but he managed to find his light, or, his “sparrow blue”…)

Shan Qinghua: Meet me at the pale moonlight (I swear, even if doesn’t make sense, for me, his “pale moonlight” is Mobei Jun… but seriously?? The “I’m the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean?” part FR FR WTH that’s his life you’re singing about Lana)

Xue Yang: Blue Jeans (“Love’s mean… and love hurts” to “I’ll love till the end of times… I’ll wait a million years” is honestly just what he did and also that slightly possessive part “promise you’ll remember that you’re mine” inspired by his insecurities and regrets, only because he was afraid to lose him… couldn’t get any sadder)

Xiao Xingchen: Margaret (In another word yes, yes it could get sadder… He’s just so good… “It kind makes me laugh”, Ah I just keep reminding that scene where he’s with XY, laughing because he’s the easy laugh type of person… And also the “the soul that you bring to the table” I just like to interpret that in a way that he made a family out a villain and homeless distrusting girl and that the “soul” spoken off on the song it’s theirs, how they find “soul” in there, in themselves, in each other…)

Anyway

…Any tips on video edition…? 👀👀

#tgcf #svss #mdzs #hualian #wangxian #bingqiu #moshang #beefleaf #YinZhen #XueXiao #YueJiu #FengQing #BingJiu #junmei #niecest #lana del rey

[nightraiderwrites]

The Happier Ending.

False enters home a little lost. Not physically- she has an excellent sense of direction- but emotionally. She should tie up all her loose ends, right?

The house is quiet when she walks in. Recipe books line the shelves, dirty dishes sit in the sink. A wooden pencil grip sits on the coffee table in their living room. Fading candles light the dying Christmas tree in the corner of their living room.

Pix, Pearl and Tango are asleep in their rooms. The living room is filled only with her breathing.

Pearl’s statues cast flickering shadows in the gasping light of candles. False watches as they dance across the walls, claiming the light as they prance. They almost look alive, as if trying to grasp life like it’s theirs.

Her comm sits in her inventory. The copper casing is beaten, and almost broken. Gears are soldered along the edge, and her name is carved in shaky handwriting. She is afraid to take it out.

False does it anyway.

“Hey, Tango,” she starts, hitting the record button. “Um, I know you're going to be mad, and I'm sorry. I can't do anything else, y'know?” She sucks in a breath. What is she doing? “God. God. What am I supposed to say?”  I asked him to kill me first, before you. To- hang on.”

She hears footsteps coming up the stairs. “Tango?” she asks. “ Why're you up?” He freezes in place, and fumbles his communicator out. There’s a moment of pause as he types in the dark. “...Why are you up?” reads out the text to speech voice.

False laughs quietly. “Because I can be,” she replies. He raises an eyebrow. In the dark, the candles cast an ominous shadow over face, leaving his eyes to glow red in the dark. “Okay, okay,” she says. “I was going out to the Temple. I needed to take a moment to pray to the Light for guidance.”

“You're welcome to join me.” Tango looks down, typing on his comm. “I'm going to stay inside. I'll make you some more handwriting sheets,” says the robotic voice. “Oh!” False replies. “Thank you.”

He types again, and presses enter. “Good night, Falsie.” She smiles at him. “Good night, Tango.”

Tango walks away, climbing back down the stairs.

False sniffles, and turns back to her comm.

“Okay, you're gone. Yeah, um. I just want to keep you safe.” She exhales. “I can't do anything else. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don't-” Her hand is shaking. Her chest hurts. “Jeez, this is hard. This is difficult. I know this is selfish of me.” This is the most selfish thing she’s done.

“Please forgive me. Please don't hate me. I- ack. I wish I had more time. Um, keep yourself safe. Stay happy. I-” Her voice cracks, before her last word. “Bye.”

She hits stop. Breathes. Tries not to cry. False takes a handwriting sheet and flips it over, grasping a pencil shakily. Fr ToGgo, she writes, then crosses it out. Four TongO, she spells. Her scrawl is messy and all over the page. False closes her eyes, and remembers Gem’s hand correcting hers, Lizzie’s laugh, Pix’s kind words on the page, Pearl’s coffee and Tango’s smile.

She tries again. Fore toGnO. Somehow, she thinks it's wrong, but no one is here to correct her.

~

False’s boots crunch in the snow, [The Sun] warm in her grasp. She’s left her other swords at home, because [The Cog] no longer fits in her hand, [The Compass] no longer points North and [The Vengeance] has been put aside for something far more important.

She enters the Temple of Light, and bathes in the warmth. The mural seems a little dull, and the altar a little colder. Two candles sit on it, almost ready to be replaced.

False bows to the altar, and kneels. “Good evening, your majesty,” says the Soldier of the Sun. “Are you well?” The altar, of course, does not reply. But the candles seem to flicker in response, so False smiles, a little.

“Did I do the right thing?” she asks the candles. “Should I have asked?” No response. The candles keep swaying in the evening breeze. “Forgive me,” the Soldier says. “Forgive me. I know no other way to keep moving forward.”

She lays [The Sun] in front of her, parallel to the stairs, and presses her forehead to the floor. “Forgive me,” she says again. “Have mercy on my soul.” 

The Soldier prays at the Temple for as long as she can.

Footsteps crunch in the snow behind her. The Soldier recognises the steady gait of her companion. She rises from her position, and turns to smile at him.

“Tango?” False says. He looks dazed, eyes out of focus. His mouth opens, and closes. She smiles softly at him. “You should go back to the house.” Tango’s head shakes violently. He does not move from out of the doorway.

“You’re welcome to pray with me, if you wish,” False says. Outside, the snow falls harder and harder. Wind howls, shaking the foundation of the Temple. “Tango?” He blinks, and steps shakily forward, trailing snow behind him.

Something is wrong. She can feel it. His movements are stiff, his steps stilted. The Soldier’s hand creeps towards [The Sun], lightly grasping the hilt. He keeps moving towards her. The Shield walks across the room, his movements unnatural and jerky.

Her hand is on her sword. She stands, slowly. His hands are empty. He walks until they are face to face.

The Soldier looks into The Shield’s eyes. They are blank, looking past her, into her past, maybe. His hand reaches up and covers hers.

“Tango?” False says. Her heart thunders in her ears, pulse going wild. He breathes shakily.

With speed and strength that False didn’t know Tango possessed, he rips [The Sun] from her grasp. She stumbles backwards onto the stairs as he points it at her chest. He walks forward, applying more and more pressure as she scrambles up the stairs.

“Tango-” she gasps out. She automatically goes for another sword, hoping to grasp [The Cog] or [The Compass], but her hands ghost over empty space. Right. They’re waiting at home.

The Shield that lied pushes [The Sun] into The Soldier’s sternum. Her hands flail to grip the blade, to try and stop it, but it only cuts her palms. It goes all the way in, chipping into the stairs behind her.

Blood pours from her mouth, trickling warmly down her chin and spilling from her hands. “Ha,” she says weakly. “Didn’t think it’d be you.” His eyes clear, and he releases the hilt. He kneels beside her, trying to frantically stop the bleeding.

She breathes hard, needles of pain stabbing into her lungs. False’s breathing becomes labored, oxygen struggling its way in and out of her lungs. Red stains the golden blade. “It was… foolish… of me to… trust…” she gasps out, leaning forward.

Her hands reach out, to the man with a look of horror on his face. His hands meet hers, instantly sharing their redness. Silent sobbing shakes his shoulders, sending earthquakes into False’s dying body. Tango’s mouth moves noiselessly, begging useless cries for help from the universe.

Blood splatters as she coughs. No longer able to support herself, she falls forward. False does not expect to be caught, but his arms are the protection between her and the cold stone floor.

Tears trickle from his cheeks as False looks up from his arms. She reaches a hand, still bleeding to wipe them away. Red stains his cheeks where her fingers brush skin.

False searches his face for some malice, some ill-will with slowly fading vision. The only things she finds are regret, sorrow and horror.

“It,” she starts, struggling for breath. “Ha, it wasn’t your fault, was it?” He shakes his head. His words are still stuck in his throat. “You were just… a weapon.” False breathes out, hand resting on the blade in her chest. “Like me.”

Tango mouths no, over and over. No words escape his lips. “It’s alright,” she gasps out. It’s warm, in his arms. It reminds her of better times, curled up on the couch together. “You could… never hurt me.”

His grip tightens on her hand. The edges of her lips curl up in a weak smile. “Maybe…” False starts. “In another life… another time…” Her breath slows down. It’s getting harder to breathe.

Tango’s hair is sharpening and blurring intermittently. She can see the bad dye job washing out, and the tears filling his eyes.

“I would… have… liked to see… you go home…” Someone stands over them, smiling at her. Her green eyes sparkle unnaturally. A man, with a rugged brown beard, holds a shield. He stands on her right. “Tango,” False whispers. Tears prick her eyes. It really hurts to breathe. “Tango, I’m scared.”

He rocks back and forth, in what is probably meant to be a soothing action. It only makes the sword in her chest swing. A chill pools in her chest. “Tango,” False manages. “It’s so cold. I…” There’s no feeling in her legs. Cold crawls up her body.

She smiles tiredly, soothingly, lovingly, one last time. “I’ll see you again, Tango…”

The Soldier of the Sun squeezes once, twice. Her light goes out before she can squeeze again.

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[Falsesymmetry was slain by Tango using [The Sun]]

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Haha, isn't that fun?

(Based off a game of mafia I played with my friends)

#nightraider writes #lifesmpmafia #falsesymmetry #silly goofy face #<3 #hope i dont get murdered

[sheasshovel]

gotta ask, tbh can't believe someone hasn't done this, BUT-

lifers as genshin characters, who's who

omg WAITTTT this is so hard cuz so few genshin characters have actual writing and like each life series has wildly different vibes for each character BUT ILL DO MY BEST (fanon save me) ((and im doing majority sl since I remember it the most)) ((((ill do it based on vibes i think))))

Etho -> weirdly… im thinking Cyno. “Did you jump?” And him trying to mimic the aha jokes and being “pathetic and quirky” in sl matches cynos nerdy energy OH WAIR I SHOULDVE SAID KAZUHA CUZ OF CANADA UM

Cleo-> beidou.. “I WILL FRONT STAB MY FRIENDS THANK YOU VERY MUCH.” Pirate slay lady and has a big cool ship in s6 hc

Grian -> erm like. traveller💀 IM SORRY HES AETHER TO ME AND GRIAN ISNT EVEN THE MAIN CHARACTER but yeah he FR just goes with everything happening around him

Lizzie -> pink haired lady with underwater empire u say…….. kokomi (I haven’t watched empires) but like kokomi if she was written well and emphasizing the war general girl failure parts of her

Scar -> itto cuz I love him next question. also ITTO is an immortal and scar never died in sl imagine the angst potential “the last one standing”

Martyn -> he’s so self aware so this is super hard but like. Maybe uh um HEIZOU cuz he’s always like thinking ahead but sometimes silly but he’s also like smart and a detective too! or maybe HEIZOU is Grian u choose

Jimmy -> BENNETS luck and Mika’s everything else I JUST THINK ITS SO FUNNY

Skizz -> whos a funny father figure in genshin. Ill get back to u on tha oh my god he’s dionas npc father HELP IDK I CANT ANIME GAME HIM HES TOO STRONG

Tango -> THOMA IS HE THOMA? blond nice team player kind of dense AND THOMAS PET DOG IS LIKE TORCHY TO ME or is he childe cuz of the rage. I dont know!

BigB -> AYATO he’s secretive but also :3 and ayato would probably gaslight people for fun. and ayato is related to ayaka the most :3 girl ever. they are insane and wildly charismatic and also silly. Like imagine of ayato presented himself as more wholesome on the outside. Or if bigb became royalty do u see the vision

Scott -> Self sacrificial… trustworthy…. “I still might kill myself but now its less likely”…. team player… blue hair? idk I think it has to be like IDK IM DRAWING A BLANK IM GETTING KAEYA FROM HIM IF KAEYA WAS MORE LOYAL? IDK

Impulse -> Erm uh uh uh uh let’s say uh let’s say uh uh uh uh uh bro who’s a smart dad in the genshin lineup someone help me NUEVILETTE??? WTF IS HE NUEVI WHAT NO NUEVI ISNT SILLY idk what to do here

Gem -> Navia SHES A BUBBLY GIRLBOSS with so many emotions and omg when gem killed Scott and was like shocked. I thought of how navia would react to silver and Meluse dissolving in front of her eyes and having to ignore it. In both of their cases, having to ignore it to focus on the task (haha) at hand. Also both should join the mafia anyways

Pearl -> ERM Hu Tao. insane. SUPER STRONG and heavily misunderstood “sorry i think I gotta little bit crazy” from dl is so perfect but honestly I CANT see hu tao as the self sacrificial type, or forgiving type like in sl so idk

Bdubs -> tiny. Easy to enrage. segond in command….let’s make him UGH HOW DO I MAKE BDUBS A ONE NOTE GENSHIN CHARACTER WITHOUT TAKING ANOTHER MONTH okay errmmmmmmm let’s put him as xiao but if xiao was less traumatized and sillier

Joel tiny heinz-> Childe… blood lust and trauma but he also kind of gives ALHAITHAM cuz of his sarcasm

Mumbolio -> thoma he’s so sweettttt but also kind of cray cray like is thoma not insane for protecting the TRAVELLER in front of RAIDEN hello?¿ 0 self preservation skills

RENDIGGITY DAWG -> theatre kid furry. he’s Lyney next question

if I missed any lifers pls lmk I am stupid and this is driving me crazy

#secret life #life series #i just need this done #it’s been in the drafts for a long one boys #FEEL FREE TO TELL ME THAT IM WRONG I NEED TO MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE #this is my grians’ mending book #I’ve lost sleep over this one #genshin impact #hermitcraft #help

[sungbeam]

here to flood your inbox with the questions✨

BUT HI DUCKIE MEIMEI 💗

3, 4, 9, 15, 18, 19, 21, 23, (IM SO SORRY FOR STEALING SO MANY NUMBERS BUT THESE QUESTIONS ARE SO GOOD), 28, 29, and 34

signing off with love

- ash

ash jie !!!! tysm for ur ask ^_^ and omg ty for the influx of numbers hehe <3

fanfic writer asks

3. What's been your most popular fic this year?

oh it was definitely my beomgyu drabble mine !! it was the fic that got me a ton of my followers and it's my first post to reach 1k and 2k+ notes which was super exciting :')

4. What piece of writing are you most proud of?

find my answer to #4 here!

9. What's a scene you wrote this year that you're particularly proud of?

hmm kind of a hard question cuz sometimes i think i'm a genius and other times i think a scene just doesn't work 😭😭 but ,,, i'll say i remember being super satisfied w lost at sea the pilot episode/chapter for my *cough* unfinished riptide!mark lee series ha,, haha

15. Are there are other writers or artists who have inspired you?

OH MY GOD SO MANY (´Д⊂ヽ i'm just gonna name drop :') @ethereal-engene ofc, @loveliestfelix @korijime @jaehunnyy @leejungchans @goldenhypen @/maijunejuly @petrichor-han @tranquilpetrichor @justalildumpling @polarisjisung @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l probs many more as well ksfbkenf but thank u all for being such amazing people who light up my dms and dashboard and make me want to keep writing and dreaming :')

18. Do you have a fic that you wish received more attention?

lmao a few tbh so i'll recommend a few 😁

— cruel summer (kim seungmin)

— the cage (yoon jeonghan)

— in all your endeavors, forever (kim hongjoong)

— 11:22am (jung sungchan)

19. What was your favorite comment, or piece of feedback this year?

definitely has to be ash jie's full review of in all your endeavors forever like having a whole post dedicated to a very through review of MY OWN fic just,,, omg it just made my day fr like woah mind-blown yk? so thank u sm jie :'( 💖

but in general, any feedback or comment just makes me so warm and fuzzy and excited !! once, someone told me they came back from the dead to remind people that i was one of the best writers here and tbh i could cry 😭😭😭 ??

21. Not a question, but a challenge! Say something nice about your writing!

*panics* UHM!! i,,, like that i've been improving in the description department? idk bro (´Д⊂ヽ like i'm trying to be more patient with my descriptions and i def have some work to do w solving my white room syndrome, but i think i'm getting better w touchy feely emotional things lol

23. What fic did you enjoy writing the most?

i actually really enjoyed writing the fics with crack/humor in them a lot! i write a lot of angst and i do enjoy writing that too, but i also love writing banter sm

will specifically mention this jungwon fic and this nct dream fic tho

28. What is your favorite story or chapter title you came up with this year?

OOH !!! uhhhhh i really like "cruel mercy" (wip), "bird hunt" (wip), and "dear chan, have you ever been in love before?"

29. What was the funniest comment or piece of feedback that you received?

AHAHHAHA when i posted the one beomgyu drabble for my october mini series, almost all the reblogs were talking abt how tf were those cheesy pickup lines attractive 💀🤡 tbh only beomgyu could make corny ass pick up lines attractive but yuh ✨ also whenever em rbs my stuff, she's so funny sjfnejfbj like i once posted a fic at 2am and she rb'd w smth like wait y aren't u asleep beam (ignoring the fact that she was also not asleep 💀)

34. What's the weirdest thing you researched for a fic?

LMAOO i don't think i remember half the things i google while in the moment tbh 🤣 but i vividly remember going down the rabbit hole of cheerleader positions and stunts for this one wip bc idk what any of that cheer stuff is called (´Д⊂ヽ and i think soon i'm gonna need to spiral down the dance rabbit hole too @_@ like figuring out waltzes and tangos and what that one dance intak did for isac :')

#sungbeam strikes again #moot ❧ #ash 🤠 #姐姐~💖 #ask games !!

[thespoliarium]

rating every song in lara fabian's mademoiselle zhivago because i have nothing else to do

my favorite lara fabian album fr. i usually dont listen to albums released after i was born but if i had to save one album it would be mademoiselle zhivago.

onto the ratings!

really solid opener. i wanna walk in slow motion to this song while reclaiming my life. i based my twt handle from this title (vivinexistepas... here is your chance)

seggsy,,,,, lemme tango all by myself

i cried. well duh the title means cry. THIS WAS PART OF MY WIP OF COURSE I WILL CRY anyways this was the first song ive listened from this album bc i remembered the music video a long time ago and it broke my heart,,, lara i will protect you </3

i just love the fact that the title is english, but includes russian, and the lyrics are french. its kinda nice i love the violin part

RAAAHHHHHHH I GO CRAZY LISTENING TO THIS SONG this is 1/2 basis of my url also it sounds so powerful!!!!!

ngl i wasnt fond of this track at first but i slowly learned to love it. also i love the part where she was adlibbing nearing the end of the song.... also this gives me nostalgia despite not listening to it before

stop this made me cry number 2!!! also this is such an amazing lullaby and i love the fact that its for her daughter. but the music video for this is so devastating and thus learning about lara's ancestry makes me even sadder

i wasnt quite fond of it at first but i slowly love it. i love how it kinda feels hiphopish but not losing its magic. also 1/2 basis of my url

this song gives me 2 moods as i listen to it. either i get horny or i writhe in agony. its mostly the second one bc i see this as a ballet sequence

russian song real!!! apparently this was a cover but she did it so well. not yet fond of it, but its growing on me

(part 2 shit wait!!)

#Spotify

[itstaisstuff]

awwwww ty !!! <3 i do so so so enjoy writing if then else fr :)

ALSO ooooh a zits au?? new tangdubs aus?? my ears are OPEN... :O

That' shows!! You're doing great<3

Up! Nothing too interesting, so don't get excited. For now i can share only a rough explanation of the zits au, but if you ask about the others in a few weeks, I'll(hopefully) show a lil explanation like that one ^^

Long text warning below!!

Imagine a government science organisation. It has a few different departments:

Science itself

Engineering

Biology + geology etc (just nature exploring idk)

And experimenting

There are no secrets in the organisation. It always has eyes and ears on it's workers, which makes it the most successful science organisation in the country. All for the best. As you may expect, the workers are here also matching high standards.

Impulse is one of the most successful engineers. He's fine. He is the one who supplies nature department with necessary equipment.

Skizz is not in any of these in particular, but he's kinda like a manager? Idk. He's there and he does social jobs. Yknow, important guy in lead. Like he always is.

Zed is... A lot more interesting. He used to be one of the first workers of science department. But at the same time, he was the head of the experiment department.

Tango was Impulse's partner in many projects in engineering department, but at the same time he was counted as one of the most active experiment department workers.

Now, what exactly is the experiment department? This one is pretty close with science and biology departments. And yes, this is what you think it is. Science guys test something on other people from this department. But don't think it's something immortal! Of course first they make sure whatever they are testing is actually good for people. It's a government organisation, of course they wouldn't test something that could kill a person, or harm them in any way! Let's take Zed for example. He's been working on the cloning technology in the science department. Before testing it on anyone else, he tested it on other subjects: rats, bananas, monkeys and other stuff. But in this case, since it was his first experiment, he had enough guts to test it himself. And so he did. It was a surprisingly successful experiment, a revolution at this point. With that, experiment department was seen as something that the organisation actually needs. They weren't testing on random people, but on actual organisation workers. They all knew what they signed up for, so it was kinda volunteeraly, plus they could sign out any time they want. But even still, it was a very questionable thing.

Tango agreed to be a test subject for one of Zed's experiments. Something silly, just a little experiment to improve person's night vision and endurance. All the previous tests showed positive results, the tests subjects analysis were normal. But when it all came to testing on real people... It was the first failed experiment. Nothing bad happened, no- well, not much. Tango was alive! The test was successful, Tango got everything he was supposed to! He was just... In agony. That's it.

It was a failure. Zedaph's experiment got out of hand, and now one of his best friends is suffering. The worst thing is, Tango is kept away. Zed knows it's a bad thing if even he, as the head of the department, doesn't have access to his own experiment AND best friend. But there is someone who has access to pretty much everything. That's why Zed can't say a word when Skizz rushes in just to explain that the government wants to put down Tango and close the experiment department. It was understandable. In the end of the day, using people as test subject was wrong. But killing Tango doesn't make any sense! With that, Zed, Skizz abd Impulse make a plan for helping Tango escape.

The plan goes smoothly. Tango is doing much better than the last time Zed saw him, there were just a few things off: glowing red bloody eyes and some inhuman traits like strong hands with claws and big sharp ears. Zed quickly figures that it's all just the result of his previous experiments and can in theory be fixed if he gets more financial support from the organisation!!! Too bad it's late to think about it. They already broke Tango out and need to act quick. But what do they do now? They all agree that Tango just stays somewhere outside of the organisation area and hide while they think about safe place for him to live in. But things went down quickly when the other workers found out about Tango's disappearance and started a literal hunt on him. It was the last time anyone has seen Tango. The organisation just swept it under the rug by closing up the experiment department and sending Tango's portfolio to archives, setting his status to dead.

A few years later, on the whole place which was given for experiments department, the organisation opened a new department: mainly nature exploration activities. Lots of new people, new projects everyone focuses on, the organisation is at it's peak. Bdubs, as one of the new workers in this department, id happy to have such a high payed job in a trustworthy compound with absolutely no dark past. He's usually just observing trees and stuff, but sometimes he get more serious tasks, like solo expeditions in caves. Of course, having a whole engineering department, noone would let Bdubs go there by himself– he doesn't have a professional speleologist education. With that, he often gets help from engineering department– Impulse's robots, which can crowl in tiny places and pass difficult obstacles. Bdubs just sends the robot and makes sure it gets back. Easy job. But one time, his robot doesn't come back. Afraid of failing the expedition, he asks Impulse for another robot, but this one doesn't return too. Before sending a report, Bdubs talks to Impulse about it. Impulse agrees to help, after all, it's in his interests to figure out what's wrong to improve his robots. So he gives Bdubs a robot, who doesn't just film, but streams what it sees in the cave. Bdubs sends the robot and Impulse watches.

The next day, Bdubs gets the paper saying that his expedition is closed and he'll be getting a new one soon, without any explanation. He reaches out to Impulse and tries to get some information about what he saw in the cave that made him immediately sent a request to stop Bdubs from exploring any further. Impulse says he doesn't know much and that Bdubs needs to trust him and get his mind off of it. But he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong– Impulse is very bad at lying. But Bdubs' curiosity is much bigger than his patience. And so, grabbing all his equipment, he wents on the expedition by himself. He plans every possible outcome, preparing to get through anything that destroyed the robots.

Turns out he wasn't prepared for everything. Bdubs had rope to not get him lost, but when he explored quite a big part of the cave and didn't find anything interesting, on his was way back the rope was not leading him the right way. Bdubs was sure of it. He walks for a few hours straight, but doesn't see anything suspicious. He even finds the traces of the first robot, but it looked like the robot just disappeared. After a while, Bdubs hears some weird noises. And that's when he finally feels himself being watched. He looks back and holds his breath as he sees two glowing red eyes in the dark. Of course he intuitively points his flashlight in this direction, but whatever it was, it disappeared around the corner with hissing. Bdubs realised the reason why the expedition got closed. But why didn't Impulse just tell him that? Now Bdubs is screwed. He starts panicking and doesn't even rely in the rope anymore, as if it was leading him different ways every noe and then. He's passed 24 hours mark. Trapped in a cave with so little supplies, panic, regrets, and a creepy (probably dangerous) creature. Of course he gets tired. After some time, Bdubs gives up. He finds a decently safe space and makes his little camp here, setting a sleeping bag. Surprisingly, he falls asleep easily.

Bdubs wakes up from that weird feeling again. He snaps his eyes open and sees red eyes right on the opposite, just staring at him. Bdubs screams in terror and starts trying to get back, but to his surprise, the creature also cries and flees away. It takes Bdubs a few seconds to generate a first thought in his still eepy brain: run and catch this creature. So, Bdubs chases after him and figures that it was a bad idea just a little bit too late, after he stumbles and falls down into a hole. It's all stone, of course it hurts! But soon enough Bdubs realises that his leg hurts much more than it should. It's not broken, no, just wounded.

Things keep getting worse and worse for Bdubs. He can't walk, he's stuck in a hole in a cave far away with no communication, trapped with a literal non-human nearby. Speaking of the devil, a few minutes later Bdubs noticed these red eyes staring at him from top. Bdubs cries, throws everything he has at the monster, trying to scare it off. But it doesn't go away, only gets closer. When the creature is so close, Bdubs can finally see that it has some human traits to it. But he doesn't get to think about it much, before he hears a husky voice.

"Is this all you got?"

Bdubs was so shocked that he let the stranger help him. He asks Bdubs some questions, but Bdubs doesn't listen to him. Everything is too much, he was already prepared to pass away, and now someone who was supposed to kill him is helping him? Bdubs asks what happened to all his robots, but he doesn't answer any of Bdubs' questions. They walk in silence, the tension was almost visible every through the dark. With the help, Bdubs manages to get out of the cave and catch a signal. When he turns around to thank the creature for help, it's gone. Bdubs gets help from the organisation, saying just got lost in this cave while doing his other task. He doesn't say a word about the new encounter, at least not yet.

A few weeks later, when Bdubs gets all the medical treatment he needed and is ready to get back to work, he pays a visit to Impulse and asks him about why did his previous expedition got closed. Impulse just says that at this point Bdubs knows much more than he does and he was just worried. But this doesn't sound like true. Any normal person would leave it as it is if they found a creature in a cave, but Bdubs? His curiosity was much more than that. With that, he sends a suggestion of a new operation in the nearby are, nothing mentioning the cave. Once it got approved, Bdubs buys a new journal and packs his things for a completely new expedition, setting up a new goal: to learn more about an intelligent being deep down in the caves.

To his surprise, this time he finds the stranger much easier. Or, he finds Bdubs and immediately starts asking gim the same questions he asked before, cornering Bdubs. He didn't understand much, except that the person was accusing him of something bad. Bdubs is confused, he has no idea what he's talking about, so he just starts talking over the other. They both stop talking when Bdubs asks his name. Hesitant and still suspicious, the hermit introduces himself. Bdubs doesn't recognise that name and is even more confused about why is Tango so happy to be unknown to him.

Once they settle that Bdubs is here from the nature department of that one government organisation and he came here for the first time not for Tango but for the cave, they managed to have a proper conversation. Tango talks some questions about the federation, Bdubs figures that it's just out of curiosity. But something flicked in his mind when he saw how happy Tango looked once he mentioned that Impulse is supplying most of his expeditions.

For the next few weeks, that's all Bdubs' been doing. Getting some info for his official expedition and then going down into a cave to learn more about his new friend. Surprisingly, he lives better than Bdubs does! Turns out Tango goes out of caves at nights, which works perfectly for Bdubs, who prefers to sleep in his camp outside. Yet still,this whole time Bdubs was waking up before dawn so both of them could work on Bdubs' official mission anf then Tango would tour him the cave, once the sun started getting up. The further they go into a cave, the more secrets Tango opens. Turn out he's hella good at engineering: some parts of the cave were full of movements, reminding how ancient people were getting electricity with natural sources. In parts of the cave, where it had a unique air circulation, these were handmade windmills. Some corridors were poorly painted with a glowing paint, made with mushrooms from the same cave. In one of these corridors, a painting with fours people caught Bdubs' attention. It was so poorly drawn and looked aged, almost like it was the first thing drawn here, that even if he wanted to, Bdubs couldn't recognise these people. On some of the stone walls there were huge maps of the whole cave system. And all of that with so little light. There were two things Bdubs knew for sure: 1. Tango has lived bete for many years, and 2. There is definitely someone who helps him. No way Tango could find all these materials un the cave, plus the closest civilization is far from here. Especially confused Bdubs got when he saw some wires and actual electric mechanisms. There were leading to one little screen with many things powering him. In this technical mess Bdubs notices parts of the robots he sent earlier, and it all started making sense. Tango introduces Bdubs to one of the things that has been keeping him sane for all this time: Holston. At first Bdubs was sure Tango is completely insane, but when it turned out to be a real thing, he was out of words. There was just one question on his mind this whole time: why would such a smart talented guy hide in the cave? Is it just because of the fact that he is too sensitive to any light abd has some unhuman traits? Or is there something more?

One day Tango warned that there might be a guest soon. The one who brings him new stuff to keep him entertained. Bdubs was excited to meet not only Tango's friend, but probably the only person who knows about Tango's location besides him. At first he heard the voice. Wery familiar, but he couldn't quite recognise it. Then he saw a pink suit, blond hair and happy face in a very dim light from a lamp that the person was holding. Bdubs has seen Zedaph just a few times: science and nature departments rarely cross, but he's seen him a few times when he was hanging out with Impulse or Skizz during lunch breaks. Even with everything he knows about Zed, it's easy to say that this person just looks exactly like him, just... Much much younger. He introduced himself as Wormman, claiming that he's never seen Bdubs before. And that's where Bdubs completely lost sense of what was going on. He knew he had to learn more. With that, he took one day off his expedition and drove back to the organisation centre to have a talk with both Impulse and Zedaph. To find where they both are, he had to talk to Skizz, and he never leaves anyone without a small talk to brighten their mood. And now, seeing how stressful his colleague looked, Skizz asked what's wrong how's his expedition going. Bdubs knew Skizz is trustworthy AND his friend, so he did mention that he went a little off-road and now needs to talk to Impulse and Zed about a person, named Tango.

Bdubs has never seen Skizz so shocked and vulnerable. After a minute or two, he asks where did Bdubs find the documents of that case. Confused, Bdubs corrects Skizz saying that he hasn't seen any documents, but gets cut off. Skizz glances at the camera above them, and that's when Bdubs remember that nothing in the organisation buildings is a secret: there are cameras, recording both video and audio everywhere. Slowly but surely, Bdubs connects two dots. Whatever happened to Tango is a forbidden topic, he's probably on the run, and during their first meeting Tango thought he's there from the organisation to bring him back. At least that's what Bdubs figured out. Skizz passes him a note with place and time, and Bdubs leaves.

Meeting up with his colleagues in a non official setting felt weird. Without much waiting, he explains everything in details. And just now, standing in front of three of them, their wide of disbelief eyes on them, Bdubs can finally recognise then in these poor drawings in the cave. When he finishes his explaination, he get all the info that's been hidden away from him for so long. They tell him about the whole experiment department and how there are some forbidden cases which are still open, like Tango's one, or the one with Zedaph's clone.

Bdubs returns to his expedition late at night. He walks down into the cave and meets Tango, arguing with Holston over some stupid thing, like he always does. Bdubs says that there is a little surprise waiting for Tango outside. With some suspicion, he agrees to walk out, mumbling that is Bdubs actually sent someone after him, it's fully on his conscience. And suddenly, Bdubs feels so special after realising that even knowing that Bdubs just came back from the organisation, Tango trusts him with everything he has.

Skizz was the first one to run into Tango and hug him as tighs as he can. Zed was the first one to start crying of happiness and all the guilt on his shoulder, that was following him all these years thinking Tango was dead. And Impulse was the first one to thank Bdubs for helping them finally meet each other.

That sounds like a perfect ending for a story, doesn't it? Old friends reunite, knowing Tango is safe. They visit him regularly. Bdubs, after finishing his expedition, sees Tango much more rarely, but he's looking forward to it ecery time. They offer Tango different places to live, but all of them were so impressed by how well Tango settled in the cave, that noone got surprised when he refused to leave. They all are happy and safe. Just ZITS and Bdubs, having their own little secret. What a good ending.

But let's not forget one thing:

There are no secrets in the organisation.

#*tasyafies your ask* #i don't even know what to say. well... here's taht #i don't even want to tag it idk

[shop-korea]

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IS - KAI - EXO - STILL - WITH - JENNY - BLK PINK

'SPRING - HAS - COME' - JAPANESE - WASN'T

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DISCUSSED - POVERTY - AND - VIRGINITY - OF

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2 B - HOOKERS - CALL - GIRLS - BUT - 1ST BORN

WINS - BIBLE - LIVING - HOLY - AS - GOD - IS - JP

HOLY - BUYING - FR - JAPANESE - CHANGING

STORY - MAKING - IT - BETTER

NO - FATHER - IS - TRANSVESTITE

HE - ALWAYS - WANTED - 2 B - ACCOUNTANT

BUT - NEEDS - RETENTION - AS - BARBIE

PROGRAM - AND - JAPANESE - AS - THEY

USE - CHINESE - CALCULATOR - WITH

BEADS - AS - HE - MASTERS - AND YES

HE - BECOMES - LICENSED - IN TOKYO

ACCOUNTING - AS - THEY - YES - ALL

DECIDED - HAD - LAST - BORN

ADOPTED - BECAUSE - HOOKER

HER - FUTURE - SO - THEY - YES

SURRENDERED - 4 - ADOPTION

RICH - FAMILY

BECAME - TOKYO - UNIVERSITY

STUDENT - AND - TUTORS - SHE

BECOMES - DIFFERENT

NEW - COURSE - OF - ACTION

KAI - KOREAN - PHOTOGRAPHER

NO - LONGER - BEAT - UP - BY JP

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AGENT - WHO - IS - A - HOMO

WITH - A - CRUSH - ON - KAI 2

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AND - HER - YOUNGER SISTER

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2 - HELP - HER - SLEEP - 35%

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TRIED - 2 - DROWN - BOTH AS KID

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[junjiie]

omg… you’re asking me for music recs 😧😧 ok uhhh most of these are just hozier ngl-

man in the box and good enough by xdinary heroes bc i just love those funky guys they’re great and those songs are both sooo good (the lead guitar player 😩😩)

hozier’s new album unreal earth has me regurgitating my soul and selling it to him in hopes i can obtain the rights to shove his music into a bottle and keep it on a chain around my neck. OK FIRST LIGHT AND FROM EDEN THOSE ARE WONDERFUL SONGS BY HIM IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY LISTENED TO THEM

sleep well, you and i, and poetic vulgarity by d4vd >>> those are mwah mwah (i think you and i has the same sort of vibes to tv girl songs so i feel like you might like it??)

HONEY (ARE YOU COMING) by måneskin!!!! newest songs of their’s. on the topic of this band, for your love is also so scrumptious

ok ok uh sage and gaslighting by onlyoneof are so- 😭😢😩😫 idk what else to say

last one: cashew by jude york is such a good song to walk down the streets listening to or laying down on the ground staring at the ceiling

i would love to rant more about the lyrics but i’ll let you give a listen to some of these before i comment and stuff :DD

OKAYYY!!!!! jj listening party go 😈

man in the box - the first 10 or so secs i was getting into it and I WAS GETTING INTO IT EVEN MORE WHEN IT SWITCHED UP? this is so evil its amazing omg

good enough - THIS BALLAD THING AFTER THAT FUCKASS EVIL SONG 😭😭 was lowk expecting it to switch up like mitb did LMAOO. it it was kinda good though like Okayy! they hitting those notes for real!

first light - WAIT THIS WAS SO ? fuck it up hozier.... Sky set to burst the gold and the rust the colour erupts like do u other guys even get it 😢😢

from eden - CRAZYYYYY THIS HITS SO HARD HELLOOOO. broke my door down punched me in the face and then emptied my wallet fr.. HE IS INSANE 4 THIS. i rly like the line “to the strand, a picnic planned for you and me” it j sounds nice!!!!! and the first bit of the instrumental (3:11 - 3:24) is SO FUNKY AND COOL.

sleep well - not totally my thing but i still kinda liked it ^ ^ when the drum beat thingy whatever (man idk what it was HRLSPP) kicked in at like 0:38 it gave me joji slow dancing in the dark vibes lowk :o

you and i - SO CRAZY GOOD AND FUNKY I LOVED IT!!!!!!!! a song it reminded me of kinda was money by the drums (SOOOO GOOD) but i see what u meant by the tv girl?! mayb the getaway ?! the desolation tango ??? HRLP IDK WHICH (BUT BOTH R ALSO SO GOOD!!)

poetic vulgarity - it was. ok??? rly sorry bsf but this one wasnt for me 😞 i dont think slow soft sad songs r my thing idk

honey (are you coming?) - NOW THIS IS CRYAZYYYY WHY HE FUCKING IT UP LIKE THAT. his voice reminds me of someone but I CANT THINK WHOOO i will lyk if i figure it out but it j hits the right way Omg 👍👍 very fun time 10/10 so much excellence.

sage - horny gay fuckers make GOOODDDD SHITTTT i was busting more than one move fr. ADDED TO THE PLAYLIST!!!! wait omg have u listened to ultimate bliss by ooo...... that shit is so good i start floating its crazy

gaslighting - BREAKING: these gay people gaslight me into thinking i was gay too.... 🙁🙁 THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD OH MYOGODODDDD. that funky little added sound in the bg that starts at like 1:30 is INSANE I DIED??

cashew - ITS SO GOOD BUT THE WAY HE PRONOUNCED DÉJÀ VU WAS KINDA FUNNY I GIGGLED. it was rly rly good though FUCK IT UP JUDE!!!!!!!!!!! NOBDOYT NODY DNODBOY NBODY NOBDY WANRTS U LIKE I DO!!!!

SOL. THNK U SMMMM FOR THESE ILY. I HAD SM FUN. JJ LISTENING PARTY OVER!!!!! DROP THE MIC!!!!!

#LMAOO THIS IS SO LONG SORRY BSF. snuck in a couple recs of my own too LOL #BUT PLS DO RANT ABOUT THE LYRICS MORE I'D LOVE TO HEAR IT!!!! #and give me ur spotify while ur at it Hii 😈

[wiypt-writes]

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

A Frank Adler One Shot.

Summary: It’s Frank’s wedding night… but you’re not quite ready to let him go just yet.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+) allusions to cheating…

Pairings:  Frank Adler x Reader

A/N: Just a little smutty one shot featuring everyone’s favourite Dirty Boat Daddy. Written for @onlyjamesbarnes 1.5k Follower Challenge. Prompt in bold. Congrats babe!!

Lyrics from Fall Out Boy- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Frank Adler Master list // Main Masterlist

❤️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔

I'm gonna make you bend and break,

Say a prayer, but let the good times roll

In case God doesn't show…

Frank had always been powerless to resist you. He was a moth to your flame, but like always, you play with fire and you get burnt.

But now, you were the one burning, burning hotter than the sun.

With a groan, you ground your hips down as you leaned back, rolling and rocking down onto him. That face, sharp chiselled jawline covered by a slightly nearer than usual scruff looked back at you, his perfect profile silhouetted against the moonlight which drifted through the curtains of the hotel room.

How could something that wrong feel so fucking right?

And I want these words to make things right, But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.

"Who does he think he is?"

If that's the worst you've got, better put your fingers back to the keys

He shouldn’t have let you in, but you knew he would as soon as he fired you the message with his room number. Your signature knock had sounded across the plush suite he was spending his last night as a ‘single’ man in, and like a sacrificial lamb welcoming its slaughter, he’d opened the door.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I wanted to see you.” You blinked up at him. He was still in his slacks and dress shirt, from the rehearsal you’d sat through, tie discarded, collar open. He cut a stark contrast to the boat greased and oil stained, salty air cured man you were used to.

He held the door open for you, stepping back and allowing you in. Without a word you walked over to the grand windows the space provided, offering a look at the shoreline outside and below. The view was breathtaking at night, the moonlight shining off the waves as they lapped at the shore, mere metres away from where tomorrow he would take his vows.

Through the reflection of the window behind you, you could see him just as his hands gripped at your waist. You turned on the ball of your foot, manicured fingers running up his chest from his strong pecs to his collarbones and over his shoulders to around his neck, your lips quickly on his. Your tongue slipped inside, tasting a hint of scotch, a half drunk glass of which sat on the small coffee table to the right. Frank moaned against your mouth while your fingers slipped through the neatly trimmed hair of his neck.

You pushed against him slightly with your body, the back of his legs hitting the chair besides the coffee table and he took a seat, breaking your kiss.

“This shouldn’t-“

“Shhh.” You shook your head. “Just give me tonight, please.”

He stared at you with lust blown eyes, different to the playful glint he normally possessed when he used to look at you, as you thought for a second about your next move, bottom lip already swollen from his kiss between your teeth.

You knew he was a goner.

"Y/N," he managed to croak out as you straddled his lap, seating yourself over his now hard cock, the rough fabric of his dark dress pants constraining him, giving you just enough teasing friction agasint your sensitive inner thighs. His large hands slid up your thighs and under your light coloured, flowy dress as you moved your lips over his again, giving him access to your ass, finger tips grazing the barely there material of your panties.

You ground down against him, your hips rolling in a circular motion as he growled into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks with his hands. You kicked off your sandals, making a thud as they hit the plush carpet. A sound that matched that of your heart. A heart that squeezed in your chest, as if someone had wound and elastic band around its middle knowing that tomorrow you’d watch him takes his vows.

And everything would change.

Frank broke away from your lips, to lick and nip at your jaw and down your neck, tongue rolling against your sternum. His face drilled between your breasts, inhaling your scent.

Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and plucked them open skillfully, French manicured nails raking across his chest, causing him to shudder and groan. You reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with little trouble, lifting your hips slightly, showing a strength in your thighs as you lifted away from him, to undo his flies. You adjusted yourself, pushing up on your knees just a little to allow the room you needed to dip your hand just under his boxers waistline, gently gripping at his dick.

“No, not here.” He growled, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. “I want you in the bed.”

The bed. Where he would spend his first night as a married man.

It was so wrong.

Yet you happily obliged.

It was a well practiced tango the pair of you had danced over the years, and now here you were, him keening underneath you with a desperation you’d come to know well.

You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls and it gave you the chills. You held the power and control as he struggled to keep his.

With a quick movement, Frank sat up, pulling you flush against his chest, the angle hitting you just at that pleasurable spot he always managed to hit within you. His head dropped, lips and teeth gently teasing your nipple, large hands splayed agains your spine as he lavished you with affection.

You started grinding down harder, looking for that clitoral stimulation you wanted and as you found it, he moaned deeply into your ear.

“I’m close, but I don’t wanna… not yet.” His words were a plea, a plea that he wasn’t ready to end, and you knew he didn’t simply mean tonight.

But it had to. There was no way around it.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter"

"Just...let...go," you purred against him.

"Oh fahk," he ground out as his feet planted firmly into the mattress and his hips thrust upward. It didn't take much, a few strong and hard drives and you were crying out his name, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you came around around him.

"Jesus, fahkk, I'm gonna fahking.... Oh fahk," he swore vehemently, his old Boston drawl thick as he drove hard into you for a final time, exploding his load deep into you, spraying your walls with ribbons of white cream.

The pair of you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Frank kept you held to his chest as you both drew ragged, heaving breaths. After a moment, Frank pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, no words needed.

And you blinked back a solitary tear.

*****

I'm looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad.

And this crystal ball, it’s always cloudy except for when you look into the past

One night stand

Frank had fallen asleep with you in his arms, not quite ready to let you go. But you were long gone by the time he woke the next morning, the only evidence you’d been in his room was a scribbled note on the pad on the night stand.

“Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life.”

He’d folded the note up and slipped it into his breast pocket, not quite sure why. Maybe it would keep you close to him in those moments he needed to feel you, who knows.

Who knows why any of this had started in the first place.

He watched Mary walk down the aisle first, her bouquet in her hand had been dropped as she had leapt into his arms for a hug, laughing as she told him how excited she was. He’d kissed her cheek and placed her down and she stood by his side, watching as his bride and her father started towards him.

It was then Frank’s eyes had found yours as you watched him, and he swallowed, his chest contracting.

He could still feel your eyes on him and he couldn’t get the image of you bouncing on top of his cock out of his head. He blinked as someone said his name, and he looked at the officiant, clearing his throat.

“Sorry, little nervous.” He apologised, flashing a cheeky grin before he took a deep breath.

A couple of I-Dos later, he was told to kiss his wife. So he did.

And all he could taste was you.

Man and wife walked hand in hand down the aisle to applause, and at the end they stopped and the new Mrs Adler peered up at Frank, a soft smile on her face.

“You happy?”

“Of course.” He smiled back.

“Good, because choosing me to spend your life with, well, I actually think it’s the second best choice you’ve ever made in your life.”

Frank blinked as he heard the click of the photographer's camera. “Oh? The second? What was the first?”

“Letting me into your room last night.” You grinned, your hand sliding up his tux, the diamond studded band catching the sun, glinting in the bright light.

Frank grinned at you, before he arched his eyebrow. “Time will tell if it really was bad luck to see my wife the night before.”

“Didn’t feel like bad luck to me,” you smirked, you hand gently tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as he dropped his head to kiss you, the cheers and applause once more chiming in your ears.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories

#onlyjamesbarnes1.5kchallenge #frank adler x reader #frank adler x you #frank adler fanfiction #frank adler fic #reader insert #Chris Evans #chris evans characters

[sweetest-honeybee]

To Hell and Back

Chapter 18

Summary: Xisuma, Doc, Tango, Wels, and Evil X plan go to see Beef and try to figure out what the heck is going on. Also, for some reason, Xisuma’s a little more aggressive than any of them anticipated, even Doc.

Characters: Xisuma, Doc, Tango, Wels, Evil X, and Beef mention.

TW: A bit of violence in this chapter, mostly just punches to the face.

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The sight in front of Ex was….disturbing, for lack of a better word.

“Wels, what on Earth….” he thought aloud. The knight barely spared him a glance, too busy ignoring him while he caught his breath. Ex stepped aside from Wels and went to see who the other figure was.

The counterpart knew the knight to be one of the better behaved Hermits. He usually didn’t get too involved in a whole lot of mischief, at least not while Evil X lived there. To be honest, he didn’t visit Wels often. Only once or twice a few weeks back to ask about what Hels was like which the knight was all too happy to lay some dirt on him.

He was getting sidetracked again, like usual. He peered over and unsurprisingly to Ex, but still a horrid sight, was Tango laying in a fetal position with a very visibly broken elytra and it looked as if someone took a bat to his face repeatedly. He gasped at what’d happened but that only made him more fearful for what was going to happen next.

He snapped his gaze to Wels, taking a few steps away from him. He didn’t look like he planned to really kill anyone, Ex knew what that looked like from Hels. But still, he looked back and forth between the two, not wanting to be threatened. He had one life and Ex didn't plan on losing it now.

Though, his thoughts were interrupted by Wels exhaling shakily alongside a small whimper. “Tango….“ he muttered. He shot his head towards Ex fearfully. “I- I don’t know what happened!”

The knight only kept stammering while the counterpart fumbled to pull out his communicator. The last thing he wanted to do now was provoke the other into attacking again so with haste he contacted Xisuma. Wels only panicked further at the action.

“Did I do this?!” While Wels gestured, his eyes landed on the blade of the sword, dripping with an ugly crimson. They widened. “Oh, that’s….bad….”. He kept staring at it with worry. “That must’ve been what Beef meant,” he muttered to himself.

Ex sighed through his nose, the noise coming out more distorted thanks to his helmet. He glanced at Wels with concern, though the knight didn’t see more than his eyes that just looked like growling red orbs. “Well, at least you know what’s going on now.” As he pressed the send button, the knight stared helplessly.

Wels began flipping through ways to get out of this in his head. He could fly away and avoid confrontation. But he wasn’t a good flyer, nor a fast one, and Ex could probably catch up with him and slow him down just enough to never make it more than a hundred feet away from the building. Even then, having to discuss what’d happened was inevitable.

But why was he thinking of ways to escape it? He was a knight, he could take it for crying out loud. Besides, this was serious. Wels had no memory of what he did to Tango, nor did he really want to remember. He turned to the suffering demon and guilt flooded his brain. That was a one way ticket to no more trust if Wells knew anything about the topic. Though, knowing Tango, the demon probably knew it wasn’t Wels.

Maybe.

While Wels thought, Ex moved to check on Tango. The poor demon, despite his mostly unconscious state, still looked terrified and flinched away from Ex’s touch.

“Just me, can you hear me?” Weakly, Tango nodded with just barely a noise of confirmation. “Alright then. Well, I might as well kill you since you can respawn without all the damage.” The demon whined at the thought but again, nodded. Pulling out his own sword, Ex made sure to make it a quick process. One good deep stab later and Tango was no more than a puff of red smoke that dissipated into the air.

Getting up from his kneeling position, he turned to Wels who was surprisingly still where he was when Ex turned away. Good, at least he won’t kill him. That’s one less thing to worry about. With the buzz of his communicator, he pulled it from his pocket.

“Xisuma and Doc will be here in a couple minutes. They said I need to take all of your weapons and armor.”

Wordlessly, and to Ex’s full gratitude, Wels followed the directions. He didn’t have more than his tools to deal any real damage but he gave the evil hermit his elytra as well. There wasn’t much he was gonna get away with if he somehow tried anything else. He wasn’t even sure what’d happened before he was witnessing his friend bleeding on the ground. Once second, he was hugging Tango, the next minute, he was a few feet away from him with a bloody sword in hand.

Interrupted from his thoughts, he turned to the sound of more pairs of flapping wings. Like Evil Xisuma said, Xisuma and Doc landed at the edge of the roof, the creeper holding thick loops of rope and both in fully enchanted diamond armor. The two approached him slowly and hesitantly and that only made his stomach churn.

They had good reason though, he knew. If one of his friends did that to him, he’d be a little bit fearful, too.

“I’m not going to hurt anyone,” Wels bluntly stated. He ducked his head shamefully. “I don’t even know what happened.”

“Where’s Tango?” Xisuma asked. He didn’t reach for his sword, not yet. A glare from him was pointed towards Wels but he spoke softer than the knight would’ve expected, given the current situation.

“Evil Xisuma killed him,” he replied, not really meaning to make Evil X sound bad, but at least he was honest about it. The admin shot his head towards his counterpart who raised his hands in defense.

“He was seconds away from dying! I didn’t want him laying in his own blood!” Ex crossed his arms and glared at the knight as well. “Don’t try to pin this on me.”

With a huff, Xisuma turned his attention back to Doc. “Doc, tie him up, we’ll bring him to Beef and figure out what’s going on. Ex, go find Tango.” The admin was very uncharacteristically serious, but everyone in the little group knew for good reason, even Wels. Xisuma had the right to be angry at him.

Though technically, Xisuma didn’t know what Wels did in the first place. But he must’ve had a talk with Doc during the flight over and whatever Ex said on his communicator to bring them here might’ve played a part in it. Wels suddenly became curious about it. He hoped it wasn’t anything too harsh about him. Though, knowing Evil X, it probably was.

Doc took the rope and tied it around his arms a little too tight than what he would’ve liked. Around the wrists the ropes went and he was no longer able to move freely. Well, except for his legs but what was he going to do, jump off the building?

He would respawn though, and without the ropes. He could grab his gear and spare elytra and fly off and hide and kill whoever tried to come back at him.

Wels shook his head with a sad grimace, much to both Doc and Xisuma’s curiosity. Why was he thinking about escape plans? Killing the Hermits when they just wanted to be safe? The two eyed him carefully while his wrists dug around in the rope, not to much of his own knowledge. But slowly, darkness edged his vision.

Okay that definitely wasn’t right.

“Don’t be trying to escape now,” the admin grumbled.

Wels sighed. “I can’t help it.” He turned his head to Xisuma with a glare, the more aggressive side of himself reaching his actions once more. He squirmed harder and Doc grabbed his arms forcefully. “Don’t you think if you were tied up, you’d be trying to escape, too?”

Despite his initial annoyance, Xisuma sighed as well. “I would,” he stated quietly. Wels continued to thrash but to no avail. He stopped to catch his breath.

“Can’t believe I gave my sword to that annoying little bastard of a brother.” He snickered at the insult, making both men worry at the sudden aggression. Though, Xisuma’s worry dissipated at the insult to his brother and Wels was met with a gloved fist to his cheek.

He stepped right up to the knight’s face, Doc now wondering if it was such a good idea to have Xisuma here. Though, he wasn’t usually this aggressive, even to the Hermits, even if they were under control that wasn’t theirs. And even if they killed their friends with no actual reason than that they were angry at them. That in itself was worrying him, personally.

“Jeez Xisuma, calm down,” the creeper muttered.

The admin ignored his requests. “If you’ve got something to say you say it about me, understand?”

As Wels looked up again, Xisuma was met with red eyes and slitted pupils. He licked at his teeth with a grin, laughing while Xisuma stumbled backwards at the sight.

The knight fell to a chuckle, almost sounding like a growl. “Oh, I’ll keep that in mind you dense piece of shi-“

“We’re back!”

The trio turned to see Ex and Tango landing at the other edge of the rooftop, the demon following the counterpart slowly behind and also in fully enchanted diamond armor. He made a personal note not to meet Wels’s eyes. The knight snorted.

“Awe, what’s wrong Tango? Don’t wanna look at little ol’ me?” His slitted pupils thinned and thickened repeatedly to emphasize his question. “For a demon you’re one of the biggest cowards I’ve ever met. And I’ve met Ex, over here.” Again, the admin threw a punch at him.

“XISUMA!” The other three yelled.

“Keep talking and I’ll make you shut up myself.” Wels glared at him and Xisuma did just the same. “Go on, keep going.”

Again, Wels laughed, licking the inside of his cheek on the other side of the new growing bruise. “What are you gonna do, ban me? You’d never ban me, would you, Xisuma? I’m one of your best fr-“

“ARGH YOU-“ Xisuma pulled his arm back to prepare another punch but Ex caught his hand and held it there, moving to pull Xisuma away from Wels while the knight laughed.

“Xisuma, stop! You’re hurting him!” Ex turned his brother to face him. “That’s not Wels, Xisuma.” The counterpart looked towards Doc. “Just put something in his mouth, would ya?”

Tango approached the brothers. “X, are you sure you wanna go there too? What is with you today?!”

Xisuma sighed in Ex’s grip defeatedly, not feeling like answering Tango’s question. Doc waited for his instructions, Ex waited for him to be well enough to let go of, Tango was too visibly worried, and Wels just made his mind spiral. The spiraling apparently was a little too literal whough when the admin fell forwards a bit against his counterpart in a daze.

Well that wasn’t what he intended to do to figure this out.

Doc grimaced but took charge anyways to save Xisuma the trouble. Pulling Wels into one arm, he pulled some will from his inventory, just happening to be there from earlier projects and stuffed it into the knight’s mouth. He put Wels on the ground, keeping him there with his knee while the other squirmed. Grabbing another piece of wool, he tied around Wels’s face to hold it in there. Swiftly, he pulled him from the floor and the knight quickly fell silent when only garbled words came out from behind the cloth. He growled at all of them.

The creeper decided he would bring Wels to Beef, and Tango and Ex would make sure Xisuma was okay, seeing as he hadn’t left his odd daze. With the OK from the other two, Doc lifted off with the knight slung over his shoulder.

Tango and Ex, on the other hand, were not so confident.

“Suma, you alright, man?” asked Tango.

“Need to sit…” the admin mumbled. In seconds, the three were sitting on the roof. “Jus’ overwhelmed is all,” he added.

Tango patted him on the back lightly. “Alright, just making sure.”

They let a few seconds pass, giving the admin some space to think and breathe. “I hit him.” Xisuma said suddenly, balling his hands into fists in frustration. “I hit him, guys. I hit him because he wasn’t himself.”

Tango scoffed, recalling his chase earlier with Wels. “He honestly deserved that,” he replied instinctively. Though he really hadn’t meant it but he was certainly angry about it.

Xisuma sat up quickly. “He did not! He had no control over that!”

The demon rolled his eyes. “How do you know that?! He’s been fishy all day! Nobody heard from him for days and I pestered him to come over with trades! He came over because I said I had iron!”

Xisuma was about to say more but he realized that he really wasn’t aware of what was happening in the first place before now and he really couldn’t assume he knew what was going on. He sighed. “I didn’t-“

The demon gestured wildly as he spoke, interrupting him. “And when he came he set up the worst trades and threatened to kill me when I said they were bad trades! And then proceeded to try to kill me!”

“Tango!” The demon stopped. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry for assuming I’m just- argh!” It seemed as if the admin was going to pull out his hair but he was met with the thick metal of the helmet. He pulled on that instead much to their concern. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, but that wasn’t him. And I just….don’t want to lose him, guys. I want him to get help. I don’t know what’s been happening or what will happen but I can’t afford to lose more Hermits.”

Xisuma must’ve started talking to himself at the last sentence, more or less to reassure himself. Tango glanced at Ex who shared the same concerned expression. To keep him from being further overwhelmed, they nodded at each other to wordlessly agree to not ask about it. Though, it seemed obvious by briefly widened eyes behind his visor that he realized what he had said. But with their wordless reactions, he decided not to continue.

Tango pulled Xisuma’s hands away from his helmet gently and held them in his lap. “It’ll be alright. He’ll get better.” Really, the demon should’ve apologized himself but he let it be. He squeezed the admin’s hands to reassure him further and Xisuma squeezed back as well. To his right, Ex gave him a half hug, to which Xisuma smiled softly at.

He then remembered that Doc needed their assistance.

“Okay,” he exhaled. “Let’s go help them then.”

#my fic #to hell and back #hermitcraft #tango tek #xisumavoid #xisuma #docm77 #evil xisuma #helsknight #vintagebeef #helsknight x evil xisuma #hels x ex #long post

[zaymadden-author]

Written by ZAY MADDEN

“Man, this is not how Saturday nights are supposed to go.” With all the shit going on in the world, I’ve been house-bound for a minute, and at this point I’m all TikTok’d out. A couple of my boys and my cousin Terrell pulled up on me around 8 for a couple rounds of 2K 🎮, but you know how Mississippi weather is. Mother Nature randomly decided to do her dirty work and had them staying later than planned, but once the sky stopped roaring, I sent my boys home. It was time for a night cap.

I trailed them outside to make sure they were all gone, and once the last car looped around my driveway, I could finally sit on my porch and think. I had my D’USSÈ 🥃 in one hand and my phone in another, scrolling through my thread of texts to see which girl I could get to bless my night; it was part of my weekend ritual. I had a rule though: never start at the top because most recent pussy tends to be not as interesting unless she really got that 🍑💦 if you know what I’m saying.

So, last I checked, Keisha wit the plump ass moved to Florida, which is unfortunate for me. She had one hell of a mouth piece in bed but never ran her mouth in the streets. I could respect that and that’s why I keep her on standby.

The next on my list, Monica, was on the classy end of the spectrum, but it was like rolling dice with her ass. Most of the time she waits until 7 am to reply. Her brain was still accustomed to her school schedule and she had a day job too, so I respected that. However, it sucked for me though cuz Monica was bad af from head to toe and really would’ve gave me a night to remember. Shit, I still reminisce about our last rendezvous. She had pretty feet and plump lips that felt like pillows with each kiss. And I know it’s weird, but I think it’s a turn on whenever I see her with those scrubs on. It’s just something about a hard-working black woman. (Damn smh.) I decided not even bother her this late.

So I kept scrolling up right, slowly feeling my luck build up, when my phone all of a sudden ding’d. My heart started thumping against my rib cage, and the corners of my mouth shot up. I couldn’t wait to see who this could be.

(I turn my notification banners off for good reason.)

Could it be Ashley? (The one that stayed wayyy out in Clinton). She usually texts when she wants some dick but it takes her forever to get to my place in Madison.

I put my search on pause and immediately made my way to the top to see who it could be. And would you believe it? “She always does this shit bruh. Like fr!”

Lo and fucking behold:

[MOM: Can you take your grandma to the store in the morning? I forgot to tell you earlier. Phone died.]

MAN 😤!! I almost summoned the spirit of Brady and launched $999 worth of iPhone in the damn pond. It’s 12:02 at night. She could’ve just waited until daylight resumed before bothering me with this!

I know that’s my heart and soul, but grandma is not the type of woman I want on my mind right now. But I replied “ok” to avoid any further communication at this hour.

I kept scrolling through my digital black book and I contemplated, but immediately dismissed, the idea of calling Alisha over. She said I be hurting her so she only wanna do oral. “Naw. I’ll pass. I’m good on that tonight.” Nobody else seemed worthy of hitting up at the time, at least this time of night, so I head inside. I locked the door behind me and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I spritzed a little water on my head and brushed my waves into submission before securing it with my DuRag. Staring at this thick-browed, handsome, brown skinned fellow in the mirror, I began to question whether I still had it. “I am only 23 so that’s nowhere near the ‘falling off’ age,” I say to myself. I guess with me working day and night, I didn’t have time to pull ‘em like I used to.

So, I went and plopped on my bed, face towards the ceiling, contemplating my future, when I heard the sound of rocks sloshing under tires. The sound slowly magnified, and to myself I’m thinking that maybe one of my homeboys forgot something in my house. A barcode-like shadow cast on my wall as the luminance of headlights beamed through my blinds. I almost walked to the door empty handed, but the detective Stabler in me wasn’t taking any chances. So, I grabbed my piece in my night stand and asserted my second amendment rights. Tip-toe after tip-toe I was almost to the door when I heard the engine stop. A few seconds later there was this rhythmic chiming noise echoing through the walls. I crept to the front window stealthily, and peeked out the blinds. I could recognize the vehicle but I had to be sure it was who I thought it was, so I flicked on the second outdoor light.

All I saw was curly tresses flowing through the window of a pink Lexus.

“Aaliyah?” ..... “but how did she?”

With a mixture of anxiety and excitement, I snatched open the front door 🚪 to greet her. And when I saw her strut up the walkway with a touch of flair, a second emotion arose: confusion. How did she know I was alone? How did she know there wasn’t another girl here? It’s been two years and I still can’t figure out how this girl knows me so well and I think that’s why she intrigued me so much. It also scared me a little bit too. I usually don’t let a girl come over unannounced.

She would’ve been the first girl I tried to text, but last I checked she was in New York on business.

I shoot commercials for a living and I did one for her boutique. That’s how we came across each other.

But she’s here now so who cares that she popped up. (Maybe that’s just my dick talking 🤷🏾‍♂️... idk)

She had two Raising Cane’s bags, which I’m guessing that, during this pandemic, was the only thing she could come across at this time a night. Everything else was closed, even Taco Bell.

She let out a soft “Hey” as she bat her lashes and I quickly shut the gap in my mouth.

“What’s up?” I then responded.

And for a moment our eyes did a tango before she broke the silence.

“Can I come in? It’s kinda hot out here. ”

[And she wasn’t lying about that.]

We suddenly smiled at each other (each clipped with a note of sensuality), and with a nonverbal response, I helped her carry the drinks in and held open the door, catching a strange whiff of fried chicken and some floral fragrance as she walked by. I sucked my bottom lip as she sashayed towards my couch; those long legs accented by her gold trimmed pumps.

With a quick, smooth swivel of her body, she had positioned herself towards me, carrying a whole conversation with her eyes.

After locking my door I suddenly needed to adjust my boxer briefs. Gazing at those smooth brown legs made me graduate from flaccid to half chub, but my need to feast was urgent. My stomach was growling like a mf.

So I sit down to eat, right. And we get to chatting about her trip to NY ✈️ and how she’s been so stressed out with trying to open up a store out there. The whole time she’s going on and on about her tired body and her hectic work schedule, I’m reading in between the lines. She didn’t come here looking like that just to talk about work.

Aaliyah has never been one to admit what she wants from me, she just drops hints and expects you to go fishing for answers.

After smashing half my chicken box though, she got up like she had no time to waste. With a flick of her ankles she had both shoes flying across the floor. She took one last glance at me before leading the way to my bedroom, first slipping her skirt off in the living room and her shirt slowly draped from her body as she made her way down the hall. To keep up the tempo, I removed whatever she did, and by the time we made it to my room it was nothing but birthday suits.

I was ready for penetration at the door, but baby girl had other plans. She made me sit on the love seat by my window as she put on a show for me. It was an immediate game of teasing and temptation as she watched me slowly stroke my dick to every scene of her performance. First it was the leg play, then the breast tease, and then my favorite of all... something she knows gets me hard as steel.... the pussy play.

I love it when she bends open her thighs and plays with the most anticipated part of her body. Her smooth, brown sugar skin and nude polished nails drew an excellent contrast to that sweet, bright pink center. And she knew I wanted it too. She also knows how much I brag about how tight she is, so she takes her two fingers and spreads it open in full view for me. It was one thing for me to speculate, but when she slid one finger in and out for me, it was proof enough that her coochie still had that snap-back action.

I couldn’t take it anymore. With my dick now towering from my hand, I made my way over to her. She was now in submission as I asserted myself over her, so I pulled her to the the edge of the bed to get ready for my part. I looked down at myself, the tip of my dick head now glistening with anticipation, and said to her “I want you.”

And in the blink of an eye I was down on my knees and I had her hips cradled in my arms; my tongue digging into the flesh of her thigh, roughly gasping for air as I was too focused to remember breathing. With a slow dance of kissing and tongue-groping, I lead a trail up and down her thighs until I heard her say, “OMG.... Sean!”

I swear I felt a drop of pre-cum stream down to my ankle as I made my way to her hot zone 👅 . Like a rollercoaster, I had my tongue going round and round, remembering all the pressure points that made her thrust her pelvis into my face. I was in full control now, and no matter how hard she gripped the sheets, there was no escaping my vice grip.

My tongue was putting in overtime, and right before my clock struck 1:00 🕐 , I felt her first nut. We both laughed (our goofy asses) to try and cut down on all that sexual tension.

I reared my head to get a good look at her sex face, my goatee now dripping in her juices, and I gave her a look that let her know I was ready for that action. I sprinted like hell to my night stand to grab me a “rain coat,” acting as if my dinner was about to get cold or something.

I slid that mf on so quick. I’d been waiting for this all night. Pussy in my mouth was one thing, but BEING in it... whew 😌.

I looked at her again before I engaged in our post-foreplay session. I already had my 🍆💦 on the edge ready for the deep dive. We shared a gaze as I slowly began to make my way inside. She had that “keep going” look on her face, but it was only so long that she could keep her composure. After the head made its way in, baby girl’s eyes began to sync with my slow strokes. They rolled as my hips began to roll, and before she knew it, her neck gave out and she rested her head. I finessed my hips into a slow roll as I reached down and sucked on her neck. Her walls began to relax as her pussy gradually began to invite me in. I kept piping her down, constantly going deeper until her belly felt full. And by then, I knew I had her.

I secured her backside with my arms, careful not to smother her precious body, as she demanded I up the pace. To keep up the demand, I got more comfortable on the bed before I shifted into overdrive. “Nice Sean” was gone and “ZADDY Sean” was on the scene.

I was working that pussy like I was running track, and before long, she had thought twice about what she asked for. She thought she was slick, inching her body away like I didn’t notice. But guess what, I inched right along with her ass. She had a long ways to go on my California King before she could escape this dick.

At this point, her facial expressions were no longer inaudible. She was squeezing out “oooo’s” and “ahhhhh’s” between every attempt to catch her breath.

“Wait baby... ooooooooo wait.” She pleaded, but mercy was no longer on the table. I kept going until her juices soaked my inner thigh.

“OMG Sean!” She utters the mantra again. But this time I give in to her cries. Hell, I needed to catch my breath too. Shit! 🥵

I rolled over for a brief intermission, slowly creeping my way to the top of the bed near my pillow. She followed. We rested for a good little minute, kissing on each other as the clock kept ticking, but I was mentally preparing for the second round. It was late at night so I had only about two good positions left in me.

She took a bathroom break before we resumed.

I had decided it was her turn, so I stayed where I was and used my finger to signal her to come near when she walked back in the room. So, she took a domineering stance right before she climbed into bed and cat walked towards me. Titties just bouncing everywhere. Curls flowing effortlessly in the breeze of my ceiling fan. She knew what she was doing and she got my lil man right back up. ☝🏾

She leaned towards me for a kiss as she saddled my waist, slow grinding to drum up more anticipation. I slapped my meat against her ass cuz I wanted her to stop playing these games. Hell, my dick was damn near shivering in the wind now.

But she took the hint and began to guide it back in. This time I rolled MY eyes as her warm goodies began to cradle me inside. She placed her hands on my chest and made her first move upward, then she put her hips in reverse. She put this same two-step on repeat, bouncing up and down on my shit, going all the way to the base. I’m talking balls deep. With this kinda grip, my dick was on the verge of spittin’ already, but I held back my nut. “This ain’t how I wanna to go out”

I was diggin’ this lil rodeo vibe she had going on, but the more her pussy lips clapped down on me, the more I started edging. I let her take control for a minute, but that minute quickly turned into a second as her hip grinding began to slow down. The batteries in that energizer bunny were at 20%... but thats what Zaddy Sean is here for. 😏

Right as she was on her way up, I stopped her and I kept her right in that position, pounding that 🎂 until all I heard was Mac n cheese stirring.

But shit, at this point it was time to make that Mac n cheese creamy. I got prepared for the finale as we moved into sex position #95.

I had her face on the pillow and I made her spread them cheeks before I dove in back. And for some reason, this position always gets me. Idk if it’s the fluffiness of the ass that gets my rocks off or the fact that the thigh clenching makes everything feel tighter. Who knows. But I didn’t have time to contemplate that.

With a few more strokes I was about to fuckin explode. I grabbed her extra tight, squeezing them titties and pushing extra deep until her moans went from tenor to soprano.

“Only a few more seconds baby,” I said in my head.. “just a few more seconds.”

I put a flex in my hips when I felt that good moment coming, and on my last stroke of edging, when I hit her spot, she squeezed her cheeks extra tight... and that was the extra umph that I needed to let loose.

I wanted to paint her back 💦 but the hooded Kermit in me said “naw, leave that shit in big dawg.” 😏

So, I hit my last pumps like a New Years countdown. 5... 4... 3.... 2... making sure my last hit was the strongest. I held it there as my body spasmed and my perineum pulsated, leaving me temporarily paralytic.

Cuz that’s what good pussy will do to ya.

I took a second to savor the moment because my horny-ness hadn’t completely subsided yet. By the time I was ready to pull out, my jimmy was slowly becoming soft & squishy again.

With the head still sensitive, I slowly abort, careful to keep the condom in tact. She’s about as sleepy as I am now, and as I withdrew, she stole a peek of me staring at all the nut weighing down the tip of my condom.

It was mutually understood that we were both tapping out, but we mustered up enough energy to quickly shower up. The whole time in the shower I’m still mesmerized by her beauty, all horny-ness aside.

We towel off in about ten minutes and return to the room before I quickly throw some fresh sheets on my bed.

She basically invited herself to spend the night and who was I to say “no” to her. Cute ass. She knew she was my Achilles heel. So, as we lay in our resting position before dozing off, the question circled back around in my head...

How the hell did she know I was alone? 🤔

[swordbreakerz]

romanticized asks do all the evens motherfucker

i’ll hunt you for sport

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?

thats such a loaded question god, fucking. green carnations i guess? simply cause of the gay coding of that flower idk man

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.

im gonna take this literally so base layer: nice linens, and then a silk shirt and pants. well fitted leather armor with a good range of motion, sturdy but flexible boots, leather arm guards, a swooping cloak and simple jeweled diadem

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

may butcher these i have a shit memory and i cant think of anything like. ‘iconic’ rly so bear with me

‘and don’t forget sam. frodo wouldn’t have gotten far without sam.’ ‘now mr frodo i was bein serious!’ ‘so was i.’ - lord of the rings

you’re right-- holiness is in the hands even if it’s always the head that gets haloed. - c.t. salazar

are you there, sweetheart? do you know me? is this microphone live? let me do it right for once. - richard siken

you cannot kill me in a way that matters - that tumblr post abt mushrooms

there is no greater innocence than our gentle sin - hozier

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

manzanita, pine sap, forest duff, juniper, very earthy and sharp

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

on again off again all day rain, sometimes no more than a drizzle and sometimes a raging thunderstorm

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

yeah

14. curtains of beads or lace?

mmmmm beads i think cause of the click clacks

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit

high waisted cotton pants and a poofy linen shirt, leather half corset, a couple belts for my sword and daggers, either no shoes or soft leather slippers, cape obviously and lots of jewelry

18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?

if i had to choose right now spice cake but like all of them depending on my mood

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

hell fucking yes i just dont have long enough hair right now

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

god fuck you uhhhh. probably like a curse to not be able to articulate myself? i would be able to get the general idea across but not what i Actually Meant wow that sounds like my personal hell

24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?

mint or basil depending on my mood

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

ok so 2018 i did a haunted house and for the first few days i was behind a door that essentially led to a service hallway fr the security cause there was a lot of people instead of like, an actual scare spot in one of the rooms and it was great UNTIL i started hearing knocking from the wall behind me, and keep in mind this was a warehouse i was at the edge of the haunt there was nothing on the other side of me but the Outside so its not like one of the actors or patrons was knocking around behind me, a couple times i saw a stack of hat boxes jostle which was Not fun no sir i really hated it, this went on for a couple nights before one night it was a slow period and i was standing by my door waiting to hear someone come in, and let me clarify the setting a little bit i was in a storage area so there was bins and shit all around me, and i was chilling and i heard smth like sliding behind me? and then a stack of empty tubs fucking slid into me and hit my shoulder. now this stack wasnt in danger of falling it was sitting back pretty stable on top of a pile of boxes so tldr a ghost shoved a pile of emtpy storage bins to try and hit me it sucked. it stopped after that and then i moved rooms after to fill out the necessary spots but it uhh sucked lol

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

ah jeez um. lets see

do no harm, take no shit; it takes two to tango; curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

tailored three piece suit with a corset styled like a waistcoat, dress shoes with a small heel, cane with a handle styled like a big cat, maybe a panther or smth, full-face barn owl mask with pale filligree you have to get close in the right light to see clearly

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

homosexual activity and public dueling

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

definitely a flying carpet

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

pirate pirate pirate pirate 100 percent oh my GOD please let me sail the open seas with my gay lover

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

nah maybe if it was a group piece with my friends or s/o or smth but not a solo portrait

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

idk i dont have the braincells to give this question a lot of thought, theoretically i guess but it depends on the fairy tale

alright motherfucker expect retaliation im coming for you

#ilysmmmm #friendos #jade #and z answers #prozacking

[resonance-chatroom]

Is there any particular skill that you guys (and gals) know and others would be surprised to learn about that? I'm not talking about super duper secret magic attacks. I'm talking about some seemingly mundane skills, like knitting, profound knowledge about Greek mythology, proficiency in using some rare instruments or tools. Something like that.

Comic: nope

Stretch: nah

Red: no

Lust: not that I can think of

Dance: nope

Slim: na

Rus: …

Edge: FOR FUCKS SAKE..!

Razz: MUTT MUST I DO EVERYTHING?!

Pink: SANS REALLY?!?!

Suave: WHO WANTS TO GO FIRST THEN? SINCE ALL OF OUR BROTHERS ARE GOING TO BE UNCOOPERATIVE!?

Blue: I WILL!!

Blue: PAPPY IS REALLY GOOD AT PHOTOGRAPHY!! HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT HE CAN DO WITH JUST HIS LITTLE CAMERA PHONE?? YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT HE CAN DO WITH ONE OF THOSE FANCY ADJUSTABLE CAMERAS!! JERRY FOUND ONE IN THE DUMP AND LET HIM PLAY WITH IT AND THAT PICTURE WAS SO COOL WITH LIGHTING AND SHADOWS AND HOW THE BACKGROUND WAS THE PERFECT KIND OF FUZZY!!!

Stretch: i was just goofing off it wasn’t all that great

Blue: WAS SO!!

Blue: AS FOR ME I THINK MY TALENT IS ACTING!

Blue: NOBODY CAN TELL WHEN I AM DOING IT!! =)

Red: well datz not ominous at all

Rus: SANS IS AMAZING AT WORD GAMES! EVEN I CANNOT MATCH HIM, AND I AM GREAT AT EVERYTHING!

Rus: AS FOR MYSELF?? MY PAINTING IS RATHER EXCELLENT!!

Comic: bro painted a bunch of rocks to look like a wood bridge it was great

Rus: THANK YOU!!

Suave: MY BROTHER CAN SING!! DO NOT EVER LET HIM TELL YOU OTHERWISE!

Dance: bro why

Suave: BECAUSE YOUR RENDITION OF THOSE MUSICALS IS DIVA-INE!

Dance: i cant even be mad that was a good one

Dance: i’m so proud

Suave: AS FOR ME I CAN DO ORIGAMI!! ITS LIKE DANCING ONLY WITH PAPER!!

Pink: SANS CAN GIVE THE BEST MASSAGES!!

Lust: bro thats no secret ;)

Pink: IT IS NOT??

Pink: WELL THAT IS DISAPPOINTING!!

Pink: BUT I MYSELF AM VERY GOOD AT TRIVIA!! I DO NOT ALWAYS KNOW WHAT THE INFORMATION I RETAIN MEANS BUT I WILL STILL KNOW IT.

Lust: bro you memorized like 3k of the numbers of pi

Pink: AND IT HAS DONE NOTHING TO IMPROVE MY BAKING!!

Razz: BESIDES BEING AN ADMIRABLY LOYAL DOG, THE MUTT IS SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT NEGOTIATION AND POLITICAL DELICACIES. HE IS ALSO A RELIABLE APPRAISER CAPABLE OF TELLING AN OBJECTS NET WORTH DOWN TO THE G. FINANCES ARE THE ONE THING I WILL DEFFER TO HIM ON.

Slim: mlords too kind

Razz: AS FOR MYSELF I AM GREAT AT EVERYTHING.

Slim: he can dance rather well esp. waltz tango and ballroom

Razz: SILENCE!!

Dance: no kidding?

Slim: in heels no less

Dance: props

Edge: IF THIS IS A CONTEST ON WHO HAS THE MOST USEFUL BROTHER THEN BOTH SANS AND MYSELF WILL WIN!!

Red: boss plz no

Edge: MY LAZY ASSHOLE OF A BROTHER IS ACTUALLY PROFICIENT IN A NUMBER OF DOMESTIC SKILLS: CLEANING, COOKING, SEWING, KNITTING. HE CAN EVEN FUCKING WELD.

Red: omg boss stfu

Edge: MY ARMOR? HE MADE THIS SHIT. SEWED THE LEATHER AND SMITHED THE CHAINMAIL. BEST FUCKING ARMOR IN THE GODDAMN UNDERGROUND. BEEN TRYING TO GET HIM TO MAKE SOMETHING BETTER FOR UNDYNE BUT HE REFUSES.

Red: boss if ya have any mercy in yer soul fr me stop now

Edge: HIS SWEATER? HE KNITTED THAT THING WITH HIS BARE HANDS. CLAWS MAKE FOR GOOD KNITTING NEEDLES APPARENTLY.

Dance: if hes so good why the hell doesnt he fix the couches he rips up?!

Edge: BECAUSE HE IS A LAZY ASSHOLE.

Edge: HE IS ALSO A LITERARY GENIUS AND SPEAKS AT LEAST SIX DIFFERENT LANGUAGES FLUENTLY.

Comic: that beats my three

Stretch: same thats impressive

Lust: red bb why didn’t you say anything thats so cool!!

Dance: you lazy bastard

Red: last warnin boss stfu

Edge: NOT TO MENTION HE CAN COOK WELL ENOUGH TO KEEP HIMSELF ALIVE, ALTHOUGH IT WAS MADE CLEAR WHO THE SUPERIOR CHIEF WAS BETWEEN US LONG AGO.

Red: ok thats it

Red: th fsh bitch makes boss do them dumb anime dances with her n hes good at m

Edge: LIES AND SLANDER

Red: n hes way better n me wit leatherwork

Edge: I WILL END YOU IF YOU DO NOT SHUT THE HELL UP!!!

Red: he does woodcarvin n carpentry on th reg

Red: n it all looks nice as hell

Edge: THAT IS IT YOU ARE DUST DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!

Slim: wut did i just read

Lust: some long overdue therapeutic fraternal praise

Comic: that was amazing

Stretch: screenshot

#resonance answers #red has issues and everyone knows it #red just doesn't like cleaning #blue's double life #notice how underlust had so little to say? #mysteries #and lookie there altertale was too shy #chara thinks they are above consequences #ax said nothing too #wonder why #annoy red game #question from: me and my gaster