#Chuck Criss

[fionaroleplays]

Darren Criss - The Day That the Dance Is Over - London Palladium 15th October 2023

Song is dedicated to his brother.

@na-page

#darren criss #chuck criss #darren in london #The Day That the Dance Is Over #music #Youtube

[d-criss-news]

Via Chris Lorentz's Instagram Story (April 15th, 2023)

#darren criss #chris lorentz #chuck criss #chuck's bday #instagram #april 2023

[sillyname30]

2 years - a picture from happier times.

#darren criss #chuck criss

[kriskubed]

#chuck criss #❤️‍🩹 #more than you could ever know

[laundrybiscuits]

(wait for the season to come back to me tag)

Robin crosses her arms. “Okay, so when you said you could fly, that was…a blatant falsehood. A vile calumny. Not to put too fine a point on it: a filthy lie.”

“Fuck you, I can fly!” squawks Eddie.

“Sure. Like, three feet.” Robin does not look impressed.

“That’s three more feet than you, bloodbag.”

“You’re barely hovering, Penn Jillette. Call me when you get powers that don’t totally suck.” Robin visibly realizes her mistake as Eddie laughs so hard he does an off-kilter roll in mid-air.

“Oh, Buckley. I can’t even touch that one, it’s way too easy.”

Eddie drifts over to the couch and collapses. It does look like it takes a lot out of him to do stuff like that, sometimes.

Steve is already sitting on the couch, so he ends up with Eddie’s feet in his lap. He casually drops a hand onto Eddie’s ankle. Eddie runs a little cooler than a human, but not that much. Robin’s been trying to see if his temperature changes at different times of day.

“The hell does it matter if Eddie can fly real high?” Steve asks.

“It doesn’t,” says Robin. “Except for how he was all like ooh I am a creature of the night, I stalk the shadows from above and it turns out he can basically float just enough to clear the coffee table. It’s like, an extended jump.”

“That’s still pretty awesome, though.”

“Steve thinks I’m awesome,” Eddie warbles.

“Not what I said,” says Steve, but he smiles at Eddie and rubs his thumb over the bony jut of Eddie’s ankle. He thinks he’s probably never going to get over how good it is to have Eddie close and touchable like this.

Robin heaves an exasperated sigh and ambles into the bathroom to rummage through her makeup. Tonight is lesbian karaoke night at a bar in Andersonville, and Robin’s been pretty determined to work a Joan Jett look this time around.

“I mean, you don’t literally suck blood though, do you?” she calls through the open door. “It’s not like you’ve got fangs or anything.”

“Uh, I definitely have fangs, Robin.”

“Ok, but you know what I mean. Ow, fuck, my eye.”

Robin wanders back out, dabbing at her kohl-lined eyes with a tissue. Steve thinks she did okay with the makeup, but he’s definitely not an expert.

“You’re not exactly, like, Bella Lugosi’s Count Dracula, are you?” she says. “I don’t see any swooning damsels in nightgowns with delicate puncture wounds on their heaving bosoms around here.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Gross. I mean, sure, that’s not exactly how I…how it works. But I still definitely have fangs. Like sharks, see?” Eddie opens his mouth and yeah, Steve can see serrated teeth descending in little rows, stacked close together. Eddie pokes Robin and gestures at his mouth, going “Ngaaah” until she rolls her eyes and looks too.

“Yeah, congrats,” she says. “You already showed me the first night you were here, remember? When Steve kidnapped you from the bar?”

“Um, excuse you, I did not kidnap Eddie,” says Steve.

“You kidnapped me a little bit.” Eddie prods Steve with his foot. “You lured me in with promises of embarrassing photographs, which were really pretty disappointing, all things considered. Way less embarrassing than I thought they were going to be.”

Robin, who is a traitor, says: “Oh, you should get him to show you the photos from Dustin’s graduation! He was trying so hard to look like a respectable adult that he ended up going way overboard and people kept assuming he was one of the actual parents.”

“Yes!” Eddie springs up. “Buckley, you’re a saint.”

Steve groans, and Robin pats him on the head as she grabs her keys. “Have fun, boys.”

“Come on,” says Steve, resigned. “I’ve got one framed in my room.”

#I wanted Robin to call him Criss Angel SO BADLY #alas for my patchy and inconsistent commitment to historical accuracy #also: this is a bit rougher than usual; pacing is my mortal enemy and my lack of planning has been proving pretty lethal for this fic #hopefully I will remember I wanted to do a proper edit before chucking this bit onto AO3 #anyway I've been poking at a new fic idea so that may or may not be up soon #I just constantly need to be working on multiple things so I can leverage my urge to procrastinate #steddie #fic: wait for the season to come back to me

[overwhelmingly-hufflepuff]

it’s fall you know what that means…

LITTLE WHITE LIE SEASON!!! 🎶🍂💌

#i love this webseries SO much #it is so dear to my heart #the soundtrack genuinely altered my brain chemistry i am so serious #and i think about chuck criss all the time ☹️ I’ll never stop appreciating his beautiful work and how it’s affected me #starkid #little white lie #and fall is lwl season i make the rules !! #lwl #little white lie webseries #webseries #starkid potter #Darren criss #Lauren lopez #team starkid

[astralnymphh]

ellie nude hcs yes please. don’t forget to mention them abs and muscles 😩

ellie nude hcs

⋆' aestras footnotes x.

⋆' a/n; decided to write them. right then and there. lmk your ideas below!! enjoy!! MDNI.

masterlist

⋆' ellie, who sleeps half-nude, always ravages her hoodies in the process of taking them off. gets that excited to feel your skin through and through, big spooning you in bed with her perky nipples grazing the grooves of your back. I think most of the time, her boxers will remain untouched when you're just sleeping. but, feeling horny? now they're chucked to some lifeless corner of the room, and the sticky plush of her pussy is dragging against your butt, one leg hooked over your thighs. humping like a dog, as usual. "hahh– fuck, couldn't wait– mmh, can'i touch you?"

⋆' with her toned abdomen, built from the patrol routes that had her climbing, hauling and lifting, she's fucking eye candy. indirectly flaunting her beautiful abs when you straddle her. you always feel the creases and grooves of her robust muscles contracting and tightening whenever you're feeling her up, gulping firmly and staring you down with those emerald eyes. always has to fondle you back, hands reaching instinctively to your hips, giggling into a kiss.

⋆' a girl who loves having her scars caressed by the pad of your thumbs. kiss them, and she's holding you close, pleating her boxers down to her ankles while keeping steady contact, hot breath choppy in her invigorated state. in particular, the scar on her thigh. brush your lips over it, and she'll nearly start riding your face right away.

⋆' the freckles most viable of seeing them that dot her face, trickle down and strike her skin like a cinnamon constellation. shoulders are the next most freckled area of her body. that's why you love kissing her there, she's gone so sensitive for those nibbles, whimpering little "mmhs–" and "babe, fuck–" when you latch there. her pussy is angrily throbbing at that point.

⋆' happy trail. that's it. never shaves it. perfectly horizontal and framed by a beautifully mild v-line down her hips. thank aphrodite this girl wears low rise to show that auburn trail off.

⋆' speaking of hair, yeah, she's unshaved. pretty little bush under those jeans. spokes out on the top leading to her happy trail. a duller auburn, maybe? she doesn't care enough to get rid of it, it's just hair. just bobby pin it to the back if you got work to do!! (blatant referencing) short length pussy prbly. thats so random but that's what my foresight tells me 🥱 who would even go into details like that? outie.

⋆' has the nicest back to ever grace your eyes. toned to just the right amount, celestial looking in golden light, finely broad shoulders, and always needs a massage. predictably tense. more the type to sit criss-cross with you behind, molding your fingertips into the ductile muscles of her neck, laxing her head back with an "ohhhh, fuck." enlongated groan and husky toned as ever as the tension releases with every grip. don't forget the coral red scratches you marked, scraping up her shoulder blades when she hits that g–spot like lightwork.

⋆' i think she opts out of wearing a bra a lot. so, with that idea grounded, perky nipples. sososooo sensitive. which is bad, cause she hates wearing bras, so any loose clothing has to be worn with a tank underneath. won't admit it, but loves when you suckle on the light pink buds. can't you just imagine, scissoring, you on top, ticklish mouth latched to her nipple, digging your hips into hers, and she's all mouth gaping, limbs twitching at every tongue flick, nearly tearing up when you tug it, blowing pushy air through puffed rosy cheeks, callighraphizing her nails indent into your scalp, pussy getting glossy as hell and pounding her hips back up in quick paced rolls, the delicious tightening of her clit numbing up every cell in her body. the next morning, her chest and legs would ache, reminiscence of last nights actions notched in her bones. also her tits would be so pretty. small, but cute. nipples hardening and poking through the fabric when you touch her. ♡

⋆' as much as ellie loves your ass, getting hers nudged and groped when she's pounding her hips into in missionary stuns her reason more than it should, skin pounding harder together, clenching up at your touch, eyelids faltering shut and mouth clumsily flobbing over curses and praises. "fufufufuhckk, purr–fect puss– mhh, s'good baby I can– shit– uhhuh, hold.. on–!" i wanna eat her ass btw. dc if looks small or flat. have you seen the curve of her back during the nighttime farm scene? argue with the clicker idk.

⋆' knees are probably roughed up from how much she's on top, chafing on the cotton fabric, abrasions and discoloration. doesn't help when she's kneeling for you either though 🤣.

⋆' calloused hands. of course. a touch so soft can feel a bit tough and bumpy, but, they probably feel soo good on your clit. added texture when she palms you with three fingers in deep. and the way her taut fingers peel your legs open, gripping the callouses deep into the plush fat of your thigh, letting go and flattening her palm on the inside of them to keep you open. so hot. probably can't even feel them when she slaps your ass though.

⋆' her tattoo.. bro.. gets so aroused watching her tatted arm flex and twine when she fingers you. she's hovering above you, bicep tucked close to her chest, extending towards your cunt and dipping three fingers in those slobbed folds and thumbing your clit. she drones little whimpers and splits her lips only to mock your variably louder moans, "'oohh, ellie', yeah? that' good? who's fingers in you right now? mhm– ellie's fuckin' fingers."

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams smut #ellie smut #tlou ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams concept #lesbian #sapphic #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras thoughts #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras footnotes

[sanguineterrain]

if you're still taking requests, could I get one Jason Todd (my phone tried to autocorrect it to toffee) with the prompt "I thought you were scared of heights" pretty please? 🥰

he will henceforth be known as jason toffee (cus he's the sweetest)

thanks for requesting aud 🥰 jason todd x gn!reader. no warnings for once.

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"Jay, I thought you were scared of heights."

"What makes you say that?"

You watch as he lays a picnic blanket on the blacktop. He gracefully criss-crosses into a sitting position and pats the space next to him. You obediently sit, squealing when Jason pulls you closer to him.

"How about the fact that you refused to go on any ride at the carnival last year?"

"Yeah, 'cause it's Gotham," he says, opening up the picnic basket. "You think I'm gonna get on a ferris wheel in the city with the highest death per capita rate? No thank you."

"But a rooftop picnic is okay," you say, squinting at him.

"Duh. It's perfectly safe. I can't shoot the ferris wheel guy, but I can shoot anyone who's stupid enough to mess with us up here."

Jason brings a chocolate strawberry to your lips. You bite and chew thoughtfully.

"What if Gordon found the body?" you ask.

"Who says he'd find the body?"

"Have I told you I'm desperate for you?"

Jason tuts. "That's what gets you hot? Freak."

You shrug. "Takes one to know one."

"Can't argue there."

He waves a grape and cheese cube combo in front of you, and you dart forward like a piranha, nipping at his finger. He chucks your chin.

"Cheeky," he says, eyes glinting.

"You eat too, Jay," you urge.

"I am, I am." He pops a grape into his mouth.

You sit back and recline into Jason's lap. He accepts you easily, arm curling around your hip. You hum, soaking up the last sun rays of summer.

"This is really nice, baby," you say, petting his cheek.

"You deserve the best," he says, though you can see the spark of relief at your words, the soothed insecurity.

"I have the best," you murmur, kissing his cheek.

Jason smiles at you, something that has become an increasingly frequent occurrence. He feeds you another strawberry.

"I love you," you say.

He kisses your temple tenderly, rubbing your hip. "Love you more, sweets."

Happiness is your favorite look on him, you decide.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd imagine #batman fanfiction #batman imagine #dc fanfiction #red hood x you #red hood x reader #blurb #inbox

[b0xerdancer-writes]

It Wasn't Supposed To Happen Like This Part 6

Eris x Rhy's Sister! Reader

Summary: Eris used to be attached at the hip to Rhysand’s younger sister. Now that he has taken over as High Lord of the Autumn Court, his father’s old high table have been pressuring him to take a wife, he comes up with the brilliant lie that he's already courting someone and has been for several years now. Eris asks Rhysand’s little sister, the best way to get away with it and make it believable, to fake court her.

Warnings: Elain and Mor slander, cussing 18+, some nsfw lean but no sex scenes yet, alcohol, parental abuse, death, murder, arguing. Not proofread.

Trope/Prompt: Fake Dating

Word Count: 4,644

Notes: Let the ball begin.

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A few weeks later I awoke to a soft knock on my bedroom door. I had been sleeping soundly with the small hound curled into my side, however the small knock was enough to wake her up. I had named her Brandy like the drink my mate was so fond of, she stretched and licked my face to wake me further just as the door squeaked open. Lucien laughed as I groaned and picked Brandy up off of me.

Wait…

Lucien?

Lucien!

Lucien had been out in Autumn Court helping Eris with preparations for the festival for about a week and a half now. His return was a surprise to me and I shot up from the comfy spot I had created.

“Lucien! What the fuck? When did you get back? You arse! You could have told me you’d be back today, I would have had breakfast made!” I growled at him, had he not had Brandy tucked into his arms I would have chucked a pillow at his face.

He laughed back at me and smiled brightly, his hair pulled up in a messy bun and dressed in  a cream colored sweater, some comfy loose flowy  pants that poofed around his knees from his riding boots, a small tabard for the dagger i had gifted him the first birthday he had that I had seen him since he had escaped to the Spring court. He smiled brightly and looked around my room where gift bag upon gift bag was piled up. 

“We finished preparations a day earlier so Eris sent me back here to make sure everything was good and you were ready for tomorrow, He just got his suit last week and didn't need to get it altered by the way. I see he got a bit carried away with his little gifts.” He scratched brandy behind her floppy little ears and let out a small chuckle as she whined whenever he stopped.

“Honestly these are all from throughout the week you've been gone. I just haven't had a chance to go through all of them yet. I mean do we have anything to do today? You could help me, Luc!” I tilted my head at him and he sat Brandy on the floor.

“Well then let's get to it we have a lot to go through, I’ll go get us some coffee and some breakfast sweets from that bakery you like down the road, while you get dressed and ready for the day.” He dismissed himself from the room and I could hear the click of his boots on the floor as he made his way back to the front of the house. 

“Hey Luc? Can you take Brandy on her morning walk since you're going out?” I yelled down after him and Brandy barked excitedly. 

“Yep! I got you sister!” He whistled for Brandy who raced out of the room after the ginger male. 

I heard the jingle of him clipping her leash followed by the click of the door shut. I forced myself out of bed and into the bathroom to freshen up for the lazy day, I moved my hair from my face and slipped into my closet. Once I had changed into some comfy clothes I sat criss-cross on the floor and began  digging into one of the bags, the dress I would be wearing tomorrow was neatly hung on my closet door and was a looming reminder of what tomorrow could mean for me and Eris. Lucien returned just as I was beginning to sink into my own thoughts, Brandy was the first to greet me as she climbed her way into my lap.  Lucien sat our two cups of coffee on my vanity table and joined me criss-cross on the floor.

The three of us went through bag after bag of gifts, Brandy helping the best she could by being our clean-up team: Her job? To tear up every loose scrap of tissue or wrapping paper that didn't stay in the distinct pile me and Lucien had created. The gifts were unpredictable, the variety too large to guess, still Lucien and I tried our best. So far it had ranged everything from a bottle of wine and nice glasses to drink from and small pieces of jewelry to toys for Brandy, decor pieces to make the small apartment more obviously themed like the Autumn Court, and some very obviously expensive pieces like the last bag I had just opened. Wrapped in shimmery copper paper and tied with a dark green bow, the box was light and Lucien hummed loudly.

“What do you think it is?” He chirped

“Hmmmm, my guess is going to be something for the dance tomorrow, it's the newest present that just came in yesterday.” I hummed back in response.

Pulling the large bow, it untied itself effortlessly, I removed the lid. Just as quickly as I had peaked inside I slammed the lid closed. Lucien looked up at me startled.

“What is it?” He leaned forward trying to grab the box from me to peek inside himself. I swatted his hand and hissed.

He pulled his hand back with a faux-shocked look on his face as he gaped at me. I opened the box again and stared at the jewelry within it. Lucien stared at me expectantly and I tossed the lid into the trash pile, Brandy growling at it as it almost fell out.

“No… he didnt.”Lucien gasped and covered his mouth, the metal eye whirring as his eyes widened.

My eyes darted between the box and Lucien.

“Oh you have him hooked. Seriously hooked.” Lucien mumbled and grabbed a sip from his coffee. 

“What do you mean Lucien?” I hissed.

“That, sister, is from the vaults of the autumn court. I saw it earlier this week when I went down there with Eris looking for a piece of art he wanted hung up in the main hall for the dance.”

He murmured as he took another sip to be dramatic.

“Oh.”I mumbled, stunned.

“Oh is right, he's wrapped around your finger hun.” Brandy deposited one of her new toys in his lap and he threw it out in the hall for her.

In the box, nestled on a silky pillow the same color as the bow, was a gold diadem decorated in branches and leaves with a ruby in the center of the point that came between your brows and it somehow matched the cuffs and necklace he had bought me earlier. Beside it was a folded note, written in the familiar cursive scrawl I knew as Eris.

“All preparations have been completed for the festival, Lucien has been a major help in setting everything up while I've been in meeting after meeting. I’m sure you are able to recognize this piece is older, I spied it while in the vaults with Lucien, while I admit it was not my intention at the time to be in the vaults for this piece and I was in fact there for an ancient painting that has been passed down in my family. After I had left the vaults the piece you hold now refused to leave my mind, I imagined how well it would match the cuffs and necklace you will be wearing with your dress for the festival in two days time, I would be honored if you wore this with those accessories as well. It would send a message to all my advisors and those I wish to see replaced, I know it seems a lot and it will take everyone by surprise to see you wear a crown from autumn but my mother had it crafted as a gift for whatever female I decided I was going to court, so it will see its use in you. I will be forced to wear my own similar crown due to my duties as High Lord, so it will make us match even more and present a further unified front to the people of my court who doubt me and pressure me into taking a wife. I thank you in advance my dear. Love, Eris.” I read aloud.

Lucien stared back at me with wide eyes as he prompted my response.

I didn't give one, simply picked up the diadem and rose to my feet. I stood in front of the mirror on my vanity and placed the small gold band on my head, then looked at Lucien with tears in my eyes. He smiled sadly.

“You’ll look like a High Lady tomorrow. Mother save him, Eris will have you decorated and on display more than Rhys does with Feyre.” He huffed with the slightest smile.

I took the crown off and gently sat it on my vanity next to the other jewelry I would be dressed in tomorrow. “Honestly Luc… I think I’m okay with that. I mean it will get suspicion off of Eris, and show him the lengths I'm willing to go for him. Fuck, maybe it will even cause the bond to snap for him, a girl can hope right? If it doesn't go well then I still get to have my fun and imagine what it would be like, right Luc?” I mused at him, sadly at first but then excitedly as I processed the information myself.

He simply smirked at me. “Sure thing, Sister. All I’m saying is, I called it~”

We spent the rest of the evening in the living room burning the tissue paper in the fireplace, eventually Lucien stood and announced he was going to start making dinner. Our night stayed uneventful as we both took our places either side of the table to eat, Lucien eventually herding me to his room to show me the outfit he would be wearing and to show me the trinkets he had brought back himself. Brandy eventually stumbled into the room tripping on her own ears with a big yawn, I collected her from the floor and she whined softly, eagerly awaiting bed.

Lucien chuckled as I dismissed both Brandy and myself from the room, he wished us both a goodnight and closed the door behind us. I had installed steps for Brandy, courtesy of Lucien, so she could climb up and down from my bed as she wished; however due to her size and tendency to trip on her own ears from time to time, often enough I just picked her up to help her up and down. I had sat her in a faux-fur blanket and she began immediately curling into a ball. I couldn't blame her, tomorrow was going to be a long day and she would be joining me; Eris had gifted her an elegant collar that had been lined with fur padding, a deep wine red collar that had small maple leaves embroidered into it, and a little copper maple leaf tag hung from it. I changed into a night slip and joined her in the warm covers, the second I laid down she curled into my side and I dismissed the faelights. 

I awoke earlier than I normally did, the dark of the sky just beginning to dim, to find Lucien finishing up his hair in the mirror and he offered to take Brandy out for her morning walk while I got ready myself. Passing him the sleepy pup, he gave me a soft smile and disappeared down the dim hallway, only lit up by one small faelight we used to make sure we didn't trip on any of Brandy’s toys when it was dark inside the house. I  slipped into the bathroom around him and leaned down to draw a bath, only to find the bath freshly drawn and warmed to the perfect temperature. Lucien and I had this habit, since we knew the others daily routine so well, from small things like fresh cups of coffee prepared to the perfect temperature with all the fixings in it we had wanted to things such as this, all in favor of making the others day easier for them; it had come to us naturally being roommates for awhile now and even before that when he was small, we would exchange small trinkets like something he found in the gardens and I would bring him a treat from Night Court the next time I saw him. 

Lucien returned about half an hour later, a few minutes after I had decided to finally leave the warmth of the bath, now feeling clean and fresh enough to look like the soon-to-be high lady Eris was wanting me to play. I wrapped a fluffy towel around me  and slid into my room, slipping on my undergarments and finally stepping into the A-line skirt I had fallen in love with weeks ago. 

Lucien knocked softly at the door. “Will you need any help with fastening the dress closed Sister?” 

Lucien’s new nickname for me rarely caught me off guard anymore unless he was using it to tease me for what he claimed was Eris’s obvious affections.

“Yes please, actually I could use it now.” I chirpped over my shoulder.

The door clicked open and Lucien stepped in quietly and began fiddling with the clasps on the back. “You know all the high lords will be there tonight right? It's the first holiday or festival hosted in the court since Eris became High Lord. All eyes will be on you two.”

I could hear his genuine worry for me in his voice. “I know Luc, I’ll be okay, Eris will be okay. We’ve got this handled.” I smiled over my shoulder at him and he offered me a unsure smile back,

“I know,” he sighed “I just worry about you two, you two are some of the only family I have, save for Jurian and Vassa.”

I raised my brow at him, he hadn’t mentioned any dealings with the two recently, though I knew the affections he harbored for the two when they comforted after Tamlin sent all of his stuff to the manor south of the Spring Court. 

“Will they be there today or tonight as well?” I offered him the ability to further discuss them.

“They should be, during the day at least. That's why we expanded the festival partially, so Vassa could also enjoy it while it also making a statement about Eris’s dedication to the court.” he seemed to brighten up a bit as he got distracted talking about the two.

He sat on the bed and Brandy scrambled to try and climb up the stairs, but when she failed and tripped over her ears Lucien ultimately ended up moving her into his lap. He continued to ramble about some need to know stuff that was seen as customary in the Autumn Court, amongst other subjects, I slipped on the golden cuffs, clasped the necklace around my neck and straightened it out, followed by the ring Eris had gifted me. I slipped on some surprisingly comfortable yet stylish black pumps that had gold detailing on the heels. I grabbed the collar from my vanity and turned to where Lucien was holding Brandy, he unclasped her old collar with a loud gasp and she leapt from his lap, bounding across my bed we both laughed at her antics until she finally calmed and I was able to slip the new one on around her neck.

Lucien stood and ushered me into the vanity chair, he refused to let me do my own hair for events if he had any say in it. He lost himself in styling it before finally setting the golden diadem on my head with a nod, he picked up the container of kohl I had and began lining my eyes with it. Once he had finished, we clipped Brandy into her leash and I picked her up in my arms, she seemed so proud of her new collar. We slipped from our apartment and the wards of the locks clicked into place behind us, he helped me down the stairs slowly making sure none of the tulle or silk got caught.  Once we were on the sidewalk I realized the many citizens of Velaris that were out walking around, the sun now early in the sky still well before noon, had their eyes on me and were whispering back and forth with each other with eager smiles on their faces. I knew what they were thinking, Lucien had graciously pointed it out to me yesterday, Oh how I was going to enjoy the look on Rhys’s face when he saw me tucked into Eris’s side; Azriel would probably be told to take a breather by Rhys unless they brought Elain, she might be able to keep him calm. 

Lucien tucked me and Brandy into his side, though I could have winnowed us myself Lucien was adamant about me preserving my energy as I ‘have a long day ahead’. Much Like Eris’s winnowing Lucien’s was warm like the caress of heat you would get from sitting beside a bon-fire, but it was unique in itself as it felt like it glittered or shined, that instead of bending the world around him the light and sun rays bent to his whim. Before I could even blink we had appeared in the Autumn Court, the smell of spices and cider filled the air and filled me with a warm familiarity that made my chest ache for Eris. It was only after I stepped out of Lucien’s side that I realized where we stood, the small clearing where me and Eris had once called our sanctuary had been turned into a private garden, a large hedge lined the outer edge of the clearing and led towards the forest house a short distance away. 

Only then as I looked around did I realize Eris had the entire clearing decorated in soft fae lights, a sculpted bench sat in the place the old wooden log had, the sir had a soft chill to it and reminded me why I loved this place as much as I did. Lucien stiffened beside me as I sat Brandy on the forest floor, leash clipped neatly to the padded collar, she barked happily in the way of the opening in the hedge that led towards the house. 

When my attention drifted towards the gorgeously carved archway, there stood Eris wide-eyed in a suit that matched my dress: primarily black, with the same flame effect of my underskirt on his waist coat. I swallowed sharply and smiled at him, my chest pounded and the bond throbbed with how perfect he looked, with how obvious it would be to all others he was mine.

He gathered his composure and stepped forward, hugging Lucien who dismissed himself through the way Eris had just come, then turned to me and brought my hand to his lips and he bowed softly. 

“Cauldron save me, you look gorgeous, just the image I wished to present to my court. Thank you for doing this my lady.” 

I smiled softly, feeling heat begin to creep into my face and a throb in my chest. “Mother above Eris, you call me gorgeous yet have you looked in a mirror? You are the epitome of a High Lord!”

He smiled back at me softly, pulling me into a tight hug he sighed softly. “No I mean it Darling, Thank You, tonight would have been so much harder without you beside me. At least now I’ll avoid having to deal with my father’s advisors barking at me to keep my eyes peeled for a pretty female.”

I leaned my head against his chest and sighed, taking in his warm scent. “No worries Eris, like I promised, I’m here if you need me. No matter what. You need me to face every high lord in Prythian all at the same time while posing as your girl? So be it I’ll deal with their eyes on me, no prob.”

I heard him chuckle softly and relax in my arms, Brandy however was not pleased with the fact she was not getting any attention and was adamant about letting us know it. He released me from his hold and looked down at the small hound, with his hands on his hips.

“I hear you mam!”  He turned back to me again. “What did you end up naming her?” he kneeled down and scratched behind her long ears.

“Brandy.” I smiled gently watching the scene unfold in front of me.

He snorted as he giggled, Brandy moving to nibble at his hand. “Fitting, she's got the spice of a fire brandy. And it's good to see the collar fits her.”

He knelt there petting the small pup, while looking her over. “No health issues? No training issues?”

I shook my head. “No, I haven't had any issues with her at all. She's been well behaved.” 

He smiled and Brandy rolled over onto her belly. “Good, I figured she'd be a good blood line, her sire was Maple’s great-great grandpup.” 

I smiled brightly at the two on the forest floor. “I thought I recognized the spunk.” 

We both laughed and he rose from the floor, Brandy in his arms happily trying to get to his face, tongue lolling out and settling for just licking at the exposed skin of his arm. I took her from his arms and he offered me his arm, I linked mine and in unison we both took a deep breath. 

“To the promise we made all those years ago to never leave the other alone?” He looked down at me out of the corner of his eye.

I nodded. “To the leaves of Maple that were the only beings to hear our promise.” 

He nodded back at me and squared his shoulders. All those years ago, when we had made the deal that initially was just him  asking to never be left alone, I had extended it to be either way: that We would never leave the Other alone. It had been just us and the trees that day, and as we sealed the deal we had spoken those words to each other for the first time; a sharp sting followed by a dull throbbing on my ankle led me to discover the sight of two small maple leaves intertwined with eachother. Eris had grasped at his protruding hip bone just below where his belt was clasped around his waist, the location of his tattoo had caused my face to heat, just the thought of it today caused blood to rush to my face. 

In my dedication to Eris as my mate I had never chased after another male, had no interest in them either really. Of course I knew what would be asked of me as his wife, if had come to that at that time, but all I had ever really seen was my brothers after training, or the low slung pants of male’s at Rita’s that revealed just a little too much for my liking. It had often caused me to lose interest in the current objective that led to me seeing the other males, the bond aching in my chest reminding me of loyalty to Eris, often caused me to return to my room or apartment and escape into the books either within the library or in later years what Lucien and I had collected within our little apartment.  Every time we echoed the promise we had made back in the day, I was reminded very quickly of the tattoo on my ankle and the same one on his hip. I felt the heat in my face extended to my pointed ears as my eyes glanced over where the concealed tattoo would be before I straightened my back and looked forward.

Tonight would be hard, I decided. With Eris looking so perfect, the ache of want that had settled in my chest with a slow throb, and the heat in my face and chest that slowly moved lower and lower every time I glanced at Eris by my side.  The crunch of fallen leaves under my heels drew me back to reality as we neared the gardens of the first house, I could hear music and laughter from within the house. The halls had been closed off in a way Eris and I could make a grand entrance together through the second entrance into the grand ballroom. 

Our steps echoed against the halls as we walked in silence through the now warm halls of the Forest house, till we stopped right in front of a set of large wooden doors. The music and laughter was obvious on the other side of it, two guards looked back and forth between each other and then to Eris.

 Eris looked down at me with a worried smile. “Ready?”

“Ready.”I echoed.

 We both nodded at each other and then Eris nodded at the guards. Two finely dressed males with simple leathers on, a helmet in one arm and a sheathed blade at either side. They knocked firmly on the door once, the music and chatter from the other side becoming quiet as I heard a loud booming voice clear their throat.

“Introducing our High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra,” soft cheering erupted but was quickly silenced again as the male continued, murmurs replaced the cheering. 

“And the female he has declared he will be courting: The Princess of Night Court herself!”  Whoops and hollers could be heard as the doors began opening slowly.

Eris and I took a deep breath, Brandy made herself comfortable yet regal looking in one of my arms. I let Eris lead us into the room of Prythian residents. Eris nodded and mouthed a thanks to the small male I now realized was the announcer.  We came to a stop a few steps in front of the announcer, and Eris  cleared his own throat unlinking his arm with mine. 

“Thank you all for being here, I simply wanted to start this celebration with a quick speech.” The way the light of the grand glass chandelier hit him I was breathless, he seemed like the only male in the room as he drew everyone's attention to him.

“As many of you know this is the first holiday I will be celebrating with you all as High Lord, but I would not have been able to do it if it wasn't for the female at my side and my dear brother Lucien, both of you helped me greatly even if you don’t know it. Secondly, I would like to thank the citizens of Autumn Court for believing in me as their new High Lord. My goal from the second I took over the throne has been to reform this court and with your help and dedication I have been able to begin working in that direction. Think tonight not only as a celebration of a holiday but also as a celebration for your hard work. Now please let me not continue to ramble on because I will with thanking you for every little thing that has made tonight possible, and continue your celebrations.” Cheers erupted and I smiled sweetly at Eris as I extended my hand to him which he took eagerly, Brandy cheering him on with her own little howls and bays.

A servant brought around small champagne flutes, both of us taking one as we clinked them together.

“To tonight?” I chirped.

“To us.” Eris echoed my tone, and we both took a sip from the glasses in our hands.

No, tonight wouldn’t be as difficult as I had thought, tonight would be fantastic. I had Eris at my side after all and if all the eyes on us had any indication how it was going so far, it was working.

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[octuscle]

New team member

The snowfall got heavier and heavier. Charles had expected anything, but not a snowstorm like this. It was early September. The weather forecast had mentioned precipitation and unusually low temperatures. But there had been no mention of snow. Almost everyone on the country road had summer tires. After a few minutes, the few cars that were still on the road that late were criss-crossing the road. And the snowfall became heavier and heavier. The next town was within sight. One by one, the snow-covered drivers began to leave their cars and fight their way through the snowdrifts towards the lights. Charles had only his suit and a light summer coat. He had hoped for help. It was getting colder and colder in the car. Finally, Charles also made the decision to look for help.

Fighting his way through the heavy and wet snow was more strenuous than he had expected. Charles was not particularly athletic. He was in his late 50s and a little overweight. The snowflakes melted on his bald head. He could almost touch the sports hall on the edge of town when one of his loafers got lost in the snow. There was a lot of activity inside. The local Red Cross had set up an emergency camp. Outside the door was a bus with a high school soccer team that had been on its way to a tournament. The young lads were kicking a ball in an empty corner of the hall. A few kids were playing on gym mats. Someone gave Charles a hot cup of tea. He asked for dry clothes. A young man, who was probably the coach of the soccer team, gave him a tracksuit. It was far too tight, but it was dry. Charles thanked him. He was dead tired. He was assigned a cot with a chair next to it where he could put his wet clothes. Someone from the soccer team had lent him a pair of adidas flip-flops. Even though he was ashamed of his paunch, Charles took off his sweat jacket and lay down under the scratchy woollen blanket wearing only his sweat pants. He didn't care about anything. He was dry, he was warm. And he was tired. Incredibly tired!

When Charles woke up at some point in the night, only the emergency lighting in the hall was on. It smelled of many unshowered people, of wet dog. And the chorus of snoring people filled the air. But that wasn't why Charles had woken up. He had a hard-on. An incredibly hard boner. He couldn't remember when it had been so hard. And the beast between his legs was enormous. He began to wank, moaning quietly with pleasure. Yes, he was in the middle of an emergency shelter. Dozens of strangers around him. But he was so horny. His cock needed to be worked on. In the semi-darkness next to him, Charles saw a man get up from his cot. "Chuck, you bloody bastard, let me do it!" Charles heard a voice say. One of the footballers pulled the comforter away and began to skillfully suck Charles' boner and balls. He found it difficult not to roar with pleasure. He had no idea how much he was blowing into the young man's face. But after he had come, he fell back into bed, his naked upper body soaked with sweat.

When Charles woke up, life had come into the makeshift dormitory. The coach shouted for his boys to get up, the snow had stopped, the roads had been cleared and they would be on their way in fifteen minutes. Charles wanted to wait and see. Then he could get ready in peace and set off in search of his car. He reached for his clothes to feel if they were dry. But he couldn't feel his suit and coat. He looked at the chair. A T-shirt, the sweat jacket, a jockstrap, a pair of dirty white socks lay over the backrest. On the floor was a sports bag with a soccer shirt, shorts and shoes. A cell phone. Headphones. Everything in a hopeless mess. "Does my center forward need a separate invitation, or are you going to get ready too, Chuck?" Charles heard a voice above him. Charles looked up questioningly. The coach yelled at him to get his lazy ass to the washrooms, the bus was leaving in ten minutes.

Charles grabbed the t-shirt, slipped on his flip-flops and headed towards the boys changing rooms. The smell was so familiar to Charles. Sweat and testosterone. This was the place where boys' chests slapped together after a victory in chest bumps. The place where he won every cock comparison. He scratched his best piece. He was getting hard again. From outside, he heard the coach yelling for him. His cell phone vibrated. While he pulled the device out of his pocket with one hand, he smelled it with the other. Sweat, cum and smegma. His scent, his trademark.

His mother asked if everything was all right. She was worried. Chuck took a photo and sent it with the text "Your son will make you proud today". From outside he heard a "If you're not on the bus in two minutes, you're on the bench for the next three games." Chuck knew that was an empty threat. He was the star of the team. Without him, they wouldn't be able to win. But you shouldn't mess around with a coach. So he pissed quickly, pulled his T-shirt over his lean body and gathered his things. "One minute, forty seconds," he said with a grin as he got on the bus. Coach playfully punched him in the chest. The bus started moving in mountains of slush. Chuck would take another nap during the ride. And afterward, he and his boys would bomb the opposing team off the field.

Chuck's pic found @milankotowyc

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #age reduction #soccer tf

[lowkeyrobin]

Oh hello me again 👀

I had another idea lmao, this one's a little dumber but here me out 🙏

Joshdub x Reader teasing each other over accents/comparing accents (literally any accent I don't mind, I just need Josh content, literally my second favorite of The Boys and second favorite Australian lol)

STOP I LOVE THIS AWERHJRNWNRBSNSN ; thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy ; your reqs r literally the best lol ; also I'll have that foolish one you sent me up soon I just need to tweak some stuff

JOSHDUB ; accents

summary ; you and Josh like to bully each other over your accents

warnings ; language, excessive DubDaddy running gag/joke idfk

word count ; 646

masterlist

"Bro, shut the fuck up, no way you're trying to diss me with your biscuits and tea looking self"

"Says you, scorpion fucker!"

"What the hell is happening right now?" Mully questions with a slight laugh, looking over to Juicy, Eddie, Gabby, and Narrator.

Juicy answers his question, "They're fighting over their accents"

The four watch as you and Josh continue roasting and arguing with each other, throwing insults every which way.

You were all staying at Juicy's house for a large sleepover-party, currently located in the living room. Prior to the playful argument, you'd all been watching a dumb action movie, which got paused because you all agreed that it was too boring and wanted to talk instead. The girls, minus Gabby, had left to go pick up some pizza and wings, considering none of you had eaten dinner yet, and it was already seven in the evening.

Gabby laughs, hearing another cruel insult escape your mouth. "When are the girls getting back with the pizza?"

Narrator looks down at his watch, "Hopefully within the next 15 minutes before they strangle each other"

"You're a cock sucker. You literally speak in gibberish"

"Says you! A few sandwiches short of a picnic. What's that even mean?"

"Okay, and I'm supposed to know what chuck a sickie and fire up the barbie mean? Quiet yourself down, Josh"

Juicy snickers, a hand loosely covering his mouth as he looks away momentarily. Eddie laughs, cheering you on in his native language across the room, Gabby under his arm. Mully can't help but laugh with Narrator beside him, both of them unable to hold back their amusement. It wasn't necessarily what you were speaking was funny, it was the tone and why you were fighting that got them.

"This is the stupidest thing we've ever argued over" Josh chuckles, "That includes that time where you tried to gaslight me into thinking you didn't call me DubDaddy"

"Again, that wasn't gaslighting! I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"Why do you say daddy like that?" He laughs, "You accentuate the a like an au sound"

"It's just how I speak! Say tuna"

"Tuna" He speaks, pronouncing it like ch-una.

"See?!" You exclaim, "You're the one talking weird"

"You say tuna like t-ew-nah!" He counterclaims

"Yeah, okay" You playfully roll your eyes and cross your arms, leaning back into the couch. You look over at Juicy, then Eddie and Gabby, then Mully and Narrator. "I don't say it like that, right?"

They're silent, failing to hide the smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.

"You're fucking kidding me!"

"To be fair!-" Juicy quickly speaks, "You both sound dumb. Mully does too."

"Ha!" You laugh, looking at Josh with a smug smile.

"What the hell?" Mully questions, looking to Juicy, "When was I involved in them?"

Juicy shrugs, "Since you decided to be Australian, brother"

"Dawg, you can't choose to be a certain nationality," Eddie laughs, using his free hand to rub the T-section between his eyes and over his nose.

"Are we not going to talk about the DubDaddy thing?" Mully asks, refocusing the conversation. "I don't remember this happening"

"Shut the fuck up" You quickly reply, moving your legs around to sit criss-cross on the couch.

"No, no, no. Tell us about that" Juicy giggles.

Josh quickly explains before you can tell your side of the story. "We were on VR Minecraft, after that 24 hour challenge-"

"I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"-And we were trying to at least get to the Nether, right? They fell into a pit of lava, logged out while screaming DubDaddy into their mic, wanting me to help them or get water to save them from the lava pit they were in" Josh chuckles, seeing your annoyed expression.

"I did not call him that, I swear on my life"

"I don't think anyone's believing you, Y/n"

#lowkeyrobin #content creator x reader #joshdub x reader #joshdub #dubdaddy #gender neutral reader #gn reader #gn! reader #they/them reader #british!reader

[josibunn]

jack thurlow with a pregnant reader aw :((

you’re coming home rather early, nearly seven months and sluggish with a teary pout painted on your face. your mood swings had been killing you. you’re so swollen, you’re hot and cold, and you just feel like crying all the damn time. not to mention all the weight you gained, and the fact you just felt sick and gross all the time. jack didn’t mind it when you blew up on him and then cry and apologize for being grouchy, he couldn’t imagine how hard it was for you. he was off, so when you came in and he heard that familiar whine, he knew wassup.

“hi mama bear, so early today,” he greets from the kitchen, and there you rang—“mmmmm,” you whine, throwing your purse and jacket down. “jack,” you huff, walking towards him. “jack they sent me home. they sent me home,” you whimper as he embraces you, pulling your head into his chest. “huh? what happened?” he rubs your stomach as you wrap your around him.

“I threw up at my cubicle, and my boss he-he said itd be best if I went home for a few days,” you sniffle, and he coos, kissing your head as he rubs your back. “was it the lunch? I shouldn’t have packed all that starch, m’sorry baby.” he guides you to the couch as you wipe your face but end up just sobbing into your sleeves as he sits you down, tugging off your shoes.

“I can’t fuckin do anything anymore, I can’t cook, I can’t sleep, I can’t work, ohmygod,” you sniffle, and he falters, he hates seeing you like this. “it’s ok baby, you just got a lot goin’ on, you’re overstimulated n that’s ok. you want somethin’ sweet? some nilla’ wafers? ice cream?” he rubs your stomach as he unbuttons some of your shirt. you nod with your wet stained face and puffy lips. “and-and I couldn’t stand in my meeting, they were just starin n…it was so bad. i’m so bad.”

“you’re fine baby. i’m sure they understand, I mean you’re doin’ everything for two now, take it easy on yourself,” he brings you a box of wafers and a bowl of your favorite ice cream, and you smile up at him, “yer’ so good to me, i love you. I think my work friends hate me, I don’t go to lunch with them anymore.” he spoon feeds you the ice cream, his other hand planted on your stomach—he couldn’t stop touching your belly. you. he was in love, his spouse, with his baby, in his home. this was his life, you’re his life.

“why not? did somethin happen?” “no but,,ugh I dunno i just feel so..outta place. I got so big, and I love that you pack me a lot because I do get hungry but it just looks weird around them, I feel like..they’re looking at me crazy. do I look crazy?” “crazy?? no, hell no, you look more beautiful than you’ve ever looked. like, even now,” with bits of crumbs on your face, “you’re glowing. and this belly, s’beautiful baby. you’re so pretty,” he kisses you softly.

“you don’t think i’ve gotten fat?” “I think you’re eating for our mini me,” he pokes you playfully, and you giggle. “but you’re not fat. you’re pregnant. i’m not fuckin’ elvis,” he shrugs. “you want me to come eat with you on your lunch? cuz’ I will. i’ll walk right out,” he nods, and you giggle some more, pushing his face away playfully. “thas’ ok, i’ll just..call you. did I interrupt what you were doing? i’m sorry,” you apologize.

“I was just cleanin, don’t worry,” he takes out his ponytail. “you’ve had a long day, you want a nice bath? and i’ll make you somethin’ else to eat since you chucked it up?” he asks, and you nod, “that sounds nice,,” he stands, turning on the tv for you as you criss cross. “mhm, you’ve just had a rough day, that’s all. you can shower n eat and nap, ok? sit tight,” he kisses your forehead and strokes your cheeks before heading off upstairs, and you watch him with a cheeky, blushy smile.

oh hes definitely a girl dad btw. I don’t make the rules sorry.

(should I start tagging drabbles like this or is that annoying?)

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[d-criss-news]

Via Rio Criss' Instagram Story (April 1st, 2023)

#darren criss #rio criss #chuck criss #tony hoffer #computer games #she just laughed because my joke lacked comic timing #instagram #video #april 2023

[sillyname30]

Chuck's widow posted a video of the recording session of „She just laughed at me because my jokes lacked comic timing“. Since this was a joined project of Chuck and Darren and you can see Darren in the video, I hope that means that there was a reconciliation between Rio and the Criss family. It would be a pity, if Dylan has to grow up without Darren, Mia, Bluesy and Cerina in her life. They are her family and Darren and Cerina can tell Dylan stories about Chuck's childhood and youth, that no one else can tell.

#Darren Criss #Chuck Criss #Rio Criss

[soaqrudyz]

soapgaz debating on a movie to watch one night, about to give up and just turn on whatever’s on cable, before a passing recruit suggests bill and ted’s excellent adventure. they’d never heard of it before and decided it must be better than animal planet or a footie match neither of them cared about.

collectively, they decide it’s the best movie they’ve ever watched. the shitty effects, the 80s american slang, the pure stupidity of the two main characters, it’s amazing.

they make price and ghost watch it with them, cackling like madmen the entire time, sitting criss cross the on the floor in front of the tv like toddlers. they look to the older men with expectant smiles when the movie ends, practically vibrating in excitement.

“you know they made a second part, right?” ghost asks.

he comes to regret that.

it’s all the two talk about, those horrendously stupid movies, together and apart. they’ll only leave each other’s side by saying “catch you later, dude!” when they get excited they do air guitars, any time one of them come in contact with a hostile on missions they’ll snicker and murmur “lad thinks he’s chuck de nomolos” they start using the slang unironically, rad and excellent and heinous become a part of their regular vocabulary

they both practically explode when they find out there’s an animated series. they stay up all night binging it, and then they watch the movies again, even if they pass out during abraham lincoln’s speech on san dimas.

price thinks it’s stupid, ghost thinks it’s endearing. neither of them say anything though, because why would they take away something that brings the sergeants so much joy?

(they’re on leave the night of halloween. gaz dresses up as bill and soap dresses up as ted, both of them doing their best accent. right before they press play on their movie there’s a knock on the door. it’s ghost, fully decked out as rufus, he’ll never forget the smiles he got for that.)

#this was just me wanting to rant about bill and ted #no autistic person dislikes bill and ted that’s just fact #they’re both autistic #win win scenario #those movies are brilliant #call of duty #cod #mwii #mw2 #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mactavish #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john price #captain price #captain john price #soapgaz #soapghost #gazghost #gazghoap #ot3 #bill and ted #bill and ted’s excellent adventure #bill and ted’s bogus journey #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan

[liyawritesss]

ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ

Pairing: MCU!Riri Williams x Black!Masc!Reader

Genre: Fic

Synopsis: In which you can’t believe anyone ever truly falls in love with you, until Riri Williams attempts to show you otherwise.

Warnings: mentions of severe anxiety, very bad breakups, cursing, an unspecified situationship between reader and Riri, use of cannabis and other herbs for smoking, mentions of domestic abuse

A/N: In this fic, the reader has severe anxiety and mania that causes her emotions to become too overwhelming to control; therefore she uses cannabis to dull her emotions to a tolerable level. Songs to listen to while reading: Halsey’s “Sorry”, Chase Atlantic’s “I THINK I’M LOST AGAIN”, Ella Mai’s “Trip, Lul Sis’s “I Remember”, SZA’s “Shirt” & “Special”

Tags: @inmyheadimobsessed @verachii @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @rxcently @chrome-edition @liv444me @yvxmpire @hippiedippyshit @secretgyals

Up until a year ago, the only thing you could depend on was your music and a blunt.

It’s a riveting story, really, of how you became acquainted with the cannabis-filled paper roll. A bundle of contentment your first ex introduced you to. The only thing you had control of in that relationship, and the only thing you took from it. A young, naive sixteen year old desperate for affection, who fell into the trap of an eighteen year old who only cared for self satisfaction. But what better could you have known?

And now you stare at the blunt between your fingers, with the base of your car turned to the max and the speakers blasting whatever song you had on your playlist, watching the red ring around the end inch closer and closer to your skin. If it was bad day, you’d let it reach your fingers, allowing the embers of the blunt to burn into the tip of your thumb and forefinger as they’ve done before. The sting of it is far more satisfying than the sting your lungs took with every pull of the brown little stub.

But you’re too conscious to let it happen. That, and you have company coming.

There’s a loud knocking on your tinted car windows, the perpetrator none other than Riri Williams. You can’t hear what she’s shouting, but you're sure it’s something about how you need to open the car door because it’s cold as shit outside.

Your unlock the passenger door and turn down the music to a tolerable level - Riri never liked it when you played your music loud - and turn up the heat for the passenger side of the car. The engineer sports some black sweatpants, a pastel blue crop top, and her black bubble winter jacket that’s overly shiny and plastic-y in texture. Despite the many times you’ve offered to buy her another, warmer, less annoying coat, she refuses. ‘She still has a year or two left in her!’ She’d whine.

“I don’t know why the fuck,” she starts, as she fiddles with the zipper on the cropped bubble coat in an attempt to get it off, “you got me waiting outside,” and at this point, you’ve already reached onto the back seat and grabbed your hoodie, the only one of yours she’ll ever wear because, of course, it’s your favorite one, and it’s just big enough for her, “and it’s cold as fuck outside!”

Once her coat is off and tossed into the back seat, she all but snatches the soft hoodie from your hand and tugs it over her upper half. “Manners much, lil’ girl?”

“Shut the fuck up and get to drivin’,” Riri shoots back, tugging on the strings of the hood of your sweater, closing it tight until only her eyes and nose are visible. She’s even chucked her Ugg boots off, opting to tucking her feet under herself, practically sitting criss-cross in the passenger seat.

“Where the hell am I even goin’?” You retort, starting the engine to your car, “You just called me and said pull up, ain’t tell me shit ‘bout nothin’ else!”

“To Navy Pier!” Riri responds, “The fireworks are tonight, remember?”

“No, I don’t remember, ‘cus you ain’t tell me nothin’!”

The bickering between you two could last for ages, but apparently, Riri was stretched for time, and she was also hungry, and a hungry Riri was not a fun Riri.

“Okay, fine, sorry, but we gotta go! They start in like forty-five minutes and traffic’s already shit!” She whines, tugging on your arm like a toddler begging for candy. You roll your eyes, playfully of course, as you pull out of the parking spot and start driving down the road.

“Have you even eaten yet, while you in here barking demands ‘nd shit?” You ask, your free hand instinctively going to rest on the cushion of her thigh, your thumb softly kneading into it. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you see she’s busying herself by connecting her phone to your car’s Bluetooth feature. No doubt she’s about to turn on some Summer Walker or SZA, as she’s been listening to those two artists a lot as of recent.

“Uhh…” her voice trailing off is enough of an answer for you, and as you pull up to an intersection, instead of turning left which would have taken you to the expressway, you turn right - right into the McDonald’s that sits on the corner.

Of course, Riri is groaning about how you’re gonna be late for the fireworks show, but you’d rather deal with her being upset over that then her being upset because she’s hungry. Only one of those is actually tolerable.

“Shut up, you’re the one that can’t seem to feed yourself,” You scold the other girl as you pull up to the drive through. You recite to the person over the intercom your orders - a ten piece chicken nugget meal for the engineer in your passenger seat, and for you just a fry and a drink.

“It’s not my fault!” Riri protests as you pull up to the payment window, handing the fast food worker your card. “Really? How come it ain’t then?”

And in the few minutes that Riri finds herself trying to come up with a lie to satisfy your scolding eyes, your order is ready. You place her bag of food in her lap, yours in your own, and your drinks in the cup holders.

You notice quickly the silence that befalls the car once you’ve pulled off from the restaurant, to which you peer over to Riri in the passenger seat. “Keep talking, I’m listening,” you say.

Riri looks up from the bag she’s fiddling with, trying to fish out a few fries to satisfy her growling stomach until you both get to the pier. “Right- Um, so I was workin’ on this AI thing - uh, artificial intelligence; think of it like a computer that can talk back you-”

“So, like, a robot…?”

“Just shut up and listen!”

Soon enough you’d pulled into an empty parking lot by the lakefront, close enough to the pier so that you’d be able to see the fireworks at a good proximity. It was a cheap alternative to having to pay to get into the show itself, plus it made for better intimacy.

You and Riri sat in the back seat of the car, allowing more room for comfort. She’s put on one of her playlists - there was a song by H.E.R. playing low on the speakers - and you had a fresh blunt in hand. The window on your side was cracked a little to allow the smoke to escape and not cloud in Riri’s face, and despite her occasional complaints of the chilly wind that would pass through, she knew it was necessary.

She’s cuddled up to you; her arms wrapped around your own as she took interest in the tattoo sleeve that riddled your arm. Different designs, multiple lines to trace, the stories they held.

The reason why they were there.

Your mind begins to muddle once more as you take another drag from your blunt, the sting in your lungs the only thing telling you that you were alive, that you were capable of feeling. That, and the dull feeling of Riri’s acrylics tracing your skin, intrigued.

“Y’know, you never told me exactly why you got these,” She mutters.

Your hand, which held Riri’s legs over your lap, with your thumb which kneaded into the meat of her calf, stopped in its motion.

“Just wanted somethin’ different,” You muuttered, taking another pull from your blunt.

“Nah, i’on believe that,” Riri replied, as she started tracing a particular part of your arm. “You have a reason for everything.”

Your chest became tight as she continued to poke and prod at that one spot, intrigued by the design chosen to take its place. “Damn, this must’ve hurt.”

The tattoo, no. But the scar under it? It still left a mark only visible to you. And the pain from it never truly left you.

“Stop fucking throwing shit at me!”

You’re sure the neighbors could hear your pleas, but whether they cared enough or not to call the police for you, you wouldn’t know.

“Why the fuck were you with her!?”

You stood behind the couch, your only defense as you refused to lay a hand on your ex. She stood on the other side with a deranged look in her eyes, a look you’d never seen before. You’d never have thought that her jealousy to reach this feat.

At first, you found it endearing. Her possessiveness, the need to let others know that you were hers. It made you feel wanted, loved.

But as she stands across from you, enraged at the fact that you spent the afternoon with your cousin, the one you had told her about numerous times, the one she even met, the one you had told her you had plans of seeing her this weekend when she got into town, opened your eyes for what it truly was.

Your ex was, for lack of better words, psychotic.

“That was my fucking cousin! The one I been told you about!” You shouted back at her. “You fucking met her a couple months ago!”

“Oh, sure, your fucking cousin!” The woman shrieks as she chucks another random object in her vicinity towards you. You managed to block it with your arms, but the second it took to distract with it, the woman made a dash for you. There was something else in her hand now - a much more sinister weapon.

A pocket knife.

“Baby, baby please,” You begged as your ex inched closer and closer to you, ready to strike. You still refused to defend yourself physically, not if it meant you had to hurt her in the process. “Put the fucking knife down- just listen to me-”

There was a shriek, which followed a hard thud on the floor, which was now painted in your blood.

You hurriedly snatched your hand away from Riri’s prying ones, and in an attempt to keep your cool, opted to drape it around her shoulders instead. It brung her closer to you, so she didn’t complain, but the suddenness of the action left her with questions.

“That is the reason. Just wanted somethin’ different.” You reiterated, dragging out another pull from your blunt. It was a deeper inhale than the others before, which made your lungs sting even more, but you needed to forget.

You needed to forget that night. It made you feel too much. And right now, You didn’t want to feel anything. You couldn’t bear to feel anything. You just…couldn’t.

“Hey,” Riri’s voice sounded, as she looks up at you from your side, “It’s me, (Y/N). You know you can talk to me.”

Her words made you look down at her. And for a moment, you consider it. You consider telling her the origins of your sleeve, the origins on most of the tattoos that littered your body. Maybe that would alleviate some of the overwhelming pressure that sat heavy in your chest, in your heart. But the very thought of it had your chest closing in, your eyes prickling with tears, and your body trembling. The thought of remembering it all, reliving it all, feeling everything, everywhere, all at once. It was too much to bear, too much, too much, too much-

Without thinking, your blunt meets your lips again, and the sweet sting to your lungs and the fog that muddles your brain calms your heartbeat. You look at Riri and sigh, turning back to the lightshow before you.

“Maybe next time, Ri,” you murmur, your free hand going back to massaging her legs. You feel her body relax into you. You wish yours could do the same.

“You wanted to talk?”

Up until a year ago, the only thing you could depend on was your music and a blunt.

Until Riri Williams came into your life.

It was interesting, really, the story of how you two met. Having taken interest in one another at a park all those months ago, you two became fast friends. From late night drives to fast food runs, to even helping her raid junkyards for her engineering projects, you two would do almost everything together.

Until one night, when an alcohol-influenced kiss changed the course of everything.

“Yeah,” you reply, busying yourself around your kitchen, trying to act like you were preparing some semblance of a breakfast for yourself. As much as you got on Riri for not eating, you didn’t need the same lecture returned to you. At least, not today.

“Was just gonna tell you I probably won’t be on my phone that much,” you add on, pausing your fiddling to direct all your attention onto the small frame of your phone, where a sleepy Riri currently was pictured.

Damn, she was cute. The way her eyes were half-lidded, riddled with sleep; the way her short bob-length butterfly locks framed her face; the realization that she had another one of your hoodies that she wore to bed. This girl was depleting your hoodie collection, and you didn’t like that.

Frankly, there were a lot of things Riri did to you that you didn’t like. But they never stopped you from coming back to her.

“Is that my hoodie, lil’ girl?” You question with a raised eyebrow, to which the girl on the other releases a small hum in response.

“Mmm, no…” Riri replies, but you know it’s a lie. She does too, which is why she’s trying to cover herself up with her blanket.

“Yeah, okay,” because there was no way you were getting her to admit she stole one of your hoodies again, but at least you knew it was somewhere safe and in good use.

“Did you hear me, ma?”

“Mhm…”

“Ri, what did i say?”

“You not gon’ be on your phone, I heard you.”

“Aight. I’ll call you tonight, let you know what’s up, okay?”

“Mhm…”

There was no use in getting any real words out of Riri this early in the morning, so you just took her word for it and bid her farewell. The engineer said her goodbyes in possibly the softest, sweetest tone you’d ever heard from her. It made your heart hurt to hang up on her, but you knew that it was better this way.

Your head had been a mess lately. It gets bad like this whenever certain months of the year come around. These particular months, your body has associated with the horrible exes that plagued your existence, and the horrible things they’ve done to you.

Of course Riri knew of your exes - though much sooner than what you had intended on. She had did something to accidentally triggered you and it sent you into a spiral of heavy breathing and cursing, lashing out at the girl unintentionally. To this day, it’s one of the things you heavily regret happening to her. You’d never raised your voice at Riri, never once shied away from her touch or spoke to her in a disrespectful manner. But that night, too much was happening all at once, and her saying the word ‘stupid’ in your general vicinity was what caused everything to spill out.

Though you shouldn’t, another memory protrudes your thoughts, unwelcomed, of the ex that ruined your sense of self.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

It’s a question you didn’t care to answer, as the answer to it had been said numerous times before. And frankly, you weren’t in the mood to argue.

“...so you just not gon’ respond to me?”

“I told you already. Dinner party for my grandma.”

“You ain’t say shit about your grandma, (Y/N),”

You turn away from the mirror to face the woman on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on her phone, somehow finding the concentration to do that and try to start an argument with you. Which you’ve done your best to avoid, but knowing her, she’d pick something small to blow up over.

“I very much did. And I’m not about to argue with you about this. I’m trying to enjoy the night with my grandma, and I refuse to have it ruined.”

“Oh, so I’m spoiling your mood now?”

Fuck, you fell for it. A sigh pushes its way through your lips as you make your way to the edge of the bed to grab your phone and keys.

She was muttering under her breath and you honestly couldn’t care to react to her right now. Your mind was on your family dinner, and you wanted to at least look a little happy when you greeted your grandmother. But she was making it very difficult to be passive.

“You not even listening to me! This the stupid ass shit I’m talking about, I’m tryna talk to you and you just walking away.”

By this point, you’d made it to the living room of your apartment, sitting on the bench at the foyer to lace up your boots you chose to wear for the evening. And yet, the woman beside you would not stop her taunting.

“You know, you lucky I put up with your bullshit. You’re so fucking stupid you don’t even realize I can leave right out this bitch and not come back! Then who you gon’ call when you need somebody? Cuz it sure as fuck wont be me-”

“Then leave.”

“Excuse me?”

As your putting on your coat, stuffing the pockets with your necessities - phone, wallet, keys - you turn to look at the woman who had been shouting obscenities at you since you woke up this morning.

“If I’m such a horrible girlfriend who can't seem to satisfy you, why are you still here?”

“Well, obviously, because I fucking love you, you dumbass!”

“Nah, you don’t love me,” you replied, twisting the knob to the front door, “You love what I can do for you. But I’m done with your shit.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to-”

“I’m serious this time. I’m done. I’m tired of it, and I’m done.”

And the door closes on another relationship as you exit your apartment. But in an effort to put on a strong face for your grandmother, you suck up the tears, and walk down the stairs to your car.

The surround sound in your living room now blasts SZA, an artist you never thought you’d catch yourself listening to, but due to your consistent presence around Riri, the genre of music rubbed off on you.

It’s a song called ‘Shirt’, with a hypnotic base and lyrics that you’ve been relating to all too much these past few days. Especially when you find yourself reopening a text message from a number you should have long deleted.

“I miss you, baby. I know I did you wrong, but I’m ready for us again. Can we please talk? I know you still have my number. I love you <3”

You replace your phone with a new blunt, a sigh escaping your lips. After lighting the dark green-ish roll, you lean back into the comfort of your couch. Yet, you don’t take a drag from the joint. You just watch the light red embers around the rim of the blunt slowly burn down it’s length. You let the music consume you, with the base so powerful it influences the beat of your heart, and the lyrics hitting too close to home.

With an intake of air, you allow the music, and your emotions, to consume you.

“Riri, I do not know about this…”

“Relax, it’ll be fine, I’ll tell her before she gets too upset.”

Shuri’s concern fell on deaf ears as Riri was finding a hiding place for the pack of blunts in her hand. Though she knew she’d probably get a talking to for her little stunt, the opportunity was too good to pass up.

Riri had been staying at your apartment for the weekend since her mother was out of town, and with the engineer not wanting to be alone in her mothers absence, you allowed her to come over. You were comfortable enough with Riri to let her into your space, to which she was greatly appreciative of. Though your home was a great contrast to the childhood bungalow she grew up in, with it’s modern grey finishes, black appliances, and overall sleek look, there was a warm and welcoming feel to it. Riri was surprised to feel so welcomed, being that it was her first time coming over to your place since the two of you started talking.

“Those TikTok trends will get you in trouble, friend,” Shuri says, the sigh in her voice audible through the cellular device. “If she is as dependent on those cannabis-rolls as you describe, I do not think hiding her source of sanity will be a good idea for a prank.”

“Oh my god, for once please say blunts. I’m begging you, for my own sake,”

“I cannot! It does not sound right!”

“And neither do cannabis-rolls, it sounds like cinnamon rolls’ suspicious cousin!”

“You just refuse to listen to reason, don’t you?”

Riri was silent on her hand, though Shuri could hear small grunts, of which she assumed to be because the other scientist had finally found a place worthy of hiding the pack of blunts.

“She won’t be too mad. She can’t stay at me, she never does. Imma just tell her where they are before she gets too upset, and all will be good!”

“...and that is how you tell her you love her? By hiding something important of hers? My, you Americans have a very weird way of showing affection.”

Riri scoffed at Shuri’s accusation, rolling her eyes as she returned to her place on the couch in the living room. “First of all, miss ma’am, it’s called having a bit of fun! I’ve got it under control.”

That wasn’t an entire lie. Riri had a good understanding of your behaviors and actions - at least, she thought she did - and while she didn’t take advantage of the soft spot you had for her, she did have a habit of letting her intrusive thoughts get the better of her. There was no telling how this would play out, but Riri was ever the optimist, and was sure that nothing would get too out of hand.

“And don’t be talking like you ain’t got no lil’ boo thang you don’t get weird around! I be seeing how you look at your phone on Facetime.~”

Before Shuri could respond to Riri’s incredulous accusation, the sound of the front door opening caught the attention of the two genius women. Riri whispered a quick goodbye to the Wakandan royal before quickly hanging up her phone, taking a laying position on the couch, and pretended to be surfing Netflix as you came back into the apartment.

“You know you’re expensive as shit, lil’ girl.” You huff, as you plop down the bags of food on the coffee table before Riri. She had purposefully sent you to get seafood so that she would have enough time to scour your home and get familiar with the place, as well as to plan out her prank. And maybe because she wanted some seafood as well. She knew the effect of her puppy dog eyes on you, and it worked every single time.

She feigned a gasp as she sat up, a smile from ear to ear plastering itself on her face. “Aww, you do love me!”

Riri watches as you head into the kitchen to get some additional utensils. Now all that was left was to play the waiting game.

Since your return, things had been chill. Riri had put on a Disney movie and the two of you dug right into your food. That, however, was two hours ago, and its just now that you decide to leave the living room to go to your room, for what Riri assumed was your blunts. And when you came back out with a weird look on your face, the engineer knew that the real clock had just started.

From then, Riri could tell you weren’t really focusing on the next movie being played. Your eyes may have physically been on the screen, but your mind wasn’t there. Three hours in, your knee began shaking, whether it was out of frustration or just as a form of stimulus, Riri couldn’t quite tell.

Four hours in, and Riri started to notice how you were creating more and more distance from her. She had been giving Shuri the play by play at this point, to which the Wakandan Royal was already preparing her ‘I told you so’s to the young engineer. You went back into your room again, this time for longer. Riri knew that you now knew your joints were missing from your nightstand. She could hear the rustling and movement of objects from your room. Anxiety began to pool in her stomach. Though determined to see things through to the end, she’d sat her phone up in a position she thought not so visible to record the interaction.

At this point, five hours had passed, and you were becoming noticeably restless. Not having the one thing that could keep you calm and collected around Riri was driving you insane. You knew you put your blunts on your nightstand, you had pre-rolled them before you went to pick Riri up from her house that afternoon. You were certain that they were there when you left, and the fact that they weren’t made your anxiety spike.

“Riri!” You called from your room, actively breathing in and out to try and ground yourself from the tightness that was forming in your chest.

Riri jumped a bit when you called her name. It was loud, and uncommon for your voice to be at that volume. “Y-Yeah?”

Riri saw you come out of your room, and your entire demeanor has changed. Riri had only ever known you to be this cool, stoic person, who always had a handle on things. Besides that one night where she accidentally triggered you, this was the first time she’s seen you so…rigged.

“Did you see a pack of blunts anywhere?”

Maybe Shuri was right, Riri thought, as now there was guilt also pooling in her stomach from the sight of you agitated.

“No…no I don’t think so-”

You barely gave her enough time to respond before you started searching the television stand. Perhaps you had moved it last minute, you thought, but the surface of the furniture gave away no clues. You then made a beeline for the kitchen, thinking that maybe you could have misplaced the pack there when grabbing your keys off the countertop.

Riri got up from the couch, approaching your searching figure. “It ain’t too late, maybe call your plug or somethin’?”

The utensils drawer you let go of closed a bit too loudly, at least, louder than Riri had expected.

“My plug is out of town,” you told her, exiting the kitchen via the other side of the island that rested in the middle. Your next target of search was the couch - maybe it had slipped between the cushion, “he won’t be back ‘til tomorrow, and those were the last two blunts i had till then.”

Damn. Riri fucked up.

Throughout your search the engineer could tell how visibly worked up you were becoming. Agitation in the way that you walked, anxiousness in your voice. And then your next words brought absolute dread to Riri.

“Why is your phone sat up like that?”

Shit. She was caught.

“Uhm…”

“Ri, are you fucking with me right now?”

Riri didn’t like the tone in your voice. It was a tone you never held with her. One of anger, and hurt. “Are you tryna play a fucking prank on me?”

“Okay, okay, okay, before you get mad-”

“Riri, I’m not gon’ ask you again-”

“I was just tryna be funny-”

“Where is my shit, Riri?”

Your words had begun to overlap, and nothing the two of you were speaking were reaching each others ears. Quite frankly, you were hurt. You didn’t think Riri of all people would pull something like this. It didn’t take a genius to know that you smoked for a reason, and the reason being to cope. A stranger could have put two and two together, what could have motivated Riri to do something so careless and inconsiderate?

At some point in your word exchange, Riri became less sorry and more upset, defensive. “It ain’t like you’ll die without them, (Y/N),” she scoffed, and her words made you suck your teeth in annoyance.

“Because you don’t understand, Ri-”

“What do you mean, ‘I don’t understand’-”

“-just tell me where my shit is!-”

“-naw, tell me what I don’t understand, (Y/N)! You don’t talk to me enough to understand shit!”

“Why can’t you just tell me where my blunts are! What the fuck is so hard about that!?”

“I’ll tell you when you tell me what the fuck I don’t understand, (Y/N)-”

All of a sudden, a loud crash broke the yelling match that your exchange had broken into. It happened too fast for you to register, but the broken vase that laid on your floor next to your feet spoke enough volumes that your voice could not convey.

“You wanna know what you don’t fucking understand, Ri?!” The volume in your voice caused the other woman to go quiet, a lump forming her throat.

“You don’t understand that I love you, okay? I love you, but I can’t love you, and I can’t love you because I love you-”

There was a pause in your outburst, and when Riri went to open her mouth and release an involuntary ‘what’, you cut her off.

“You make me feel shit that I can’t fucking deal with- I can’t deal with it, cuz I don’t know how! You do little shit, and-and part of me wants to let that shit in but I can’t! Cuz ain’t nobody every do the shit you do to me, make me feel the way you make me feel! All I fucking know is hurt, and pain, and mu’fuckers never doin’ right by me, and you fucking know that! And it’s too much for me to comprehend, too much for me to fucking feel and the only way I can deal with it is with my fucking weed!”

To say that Riri was shocked was an understatement. The guilt that she was feeling was stronger than anything she had ever felt before. Of course, her intentions were never to hurt you or to cause you to have another meltdown, but her actions and language had said otherwise. She had truly fucked up.

“So please, for the last fucking time, just tell me where my shit is, Ri!”

There was a long silence that followed after that. Riri could not look at you, too riddled with guilt to face you head on. And for the first time since your outburst, you noticed just how small and closed in she made herself.

“....behind your game…in the tv stand cabinet…” her voice came out small, meek, as she forced herself to speak and give you the directions to the hidden pack of blunts.

Within the second, you’d went back to the TV stand, retrieved your blunt packets, and Riri heard your footsteps trail off into the distance. Her body flinched as you slammed the front door behind you, leaving Riri to stand alone in the living room in a deafening silence from the mess she created.

Half an hour had passed with you outside, but you could care less about the concept of time. The cold had since penetrated your thin hoodie, but it was a while before your skin could actually feel it, as you were still heated from your argument with Riri. Now that you were in a rational state of mind - as rational as one could be with their mind muddled with cannabis - you replayed the exchange like a loop in your head. The things you did, the words you said.

You’d laid everything bare, and not in the way that you wanted to.

You took a drag from your blunt, your lungs oddly welcoming the sting that accompanied the intake of smoke. Having not smoked at all that day, the thought of it being fresh air to you was ironic, especially with the crisp winter breeze that was competing with the cannabis smoke for room in your lungs. Your head found refuge in your hands, struggling to hold back the tears you desperately wanted to cry, but the voice in your head told you to hold in. The same voice that told you to uphold this stoic persona for protection, and yet, you think it’s actually hurt you more than anything else.

The front door to your apartment building opens behind you as you sit on the steps. While there’s no snow on the ground, there's a light flurry of snowflakes swirling in the wind.

Riri is behind you, hesitant, with a blanket wrapped around her, but big enough for the both of you.

“It’s cold out here,” she speaks, though not confidently like usually, as she slowly approaches your sitting form. When she sees she meets no resistance, she chooses to sit next to you, albeit keeping a slight space between the two of you. She drapes the blanket around your shoulders, and although you don’t show much of a response, she hopes that you’re thankful for the added layer of protection against the cold.

“I’m….I’m sorry, (Y/N)...” Riri confesses. “It was just supposed to be a joke, I didn’t-...I didn’t think shit through…shouldn’t have done it in the first place…”

Without a word, you stood up, letting the blanket fall onto the place you once sat. Your feet took you a few feet away from the staircase of the brownstone apartment building, smoke escaping from your lips as you took another pull of your blunt.

Riri stood up as well, taking the discarded part of the blanket and wrapping it back around herself. “I know I said some shit I shouldn’t have said, okay? It was stupid- I was stupid, and I’m sorry, okay…can you please say something?”

What could you say? What did you want to say? A moment of silence passed before you turned your body to face the engineer that stood on the steps.

She looked beautiful. The snowflakes that made a home in her butterfly locs, her pink nose becoming even more rosy from the cold. A simple appearance to anyone else, but absolutely ethereal to you. It made your chest hurt.

“I’mma be real with you, Ri,” you began, twirling the blunt in your hands with a sigh, “I don’t know what you see in me.”

It was true; till this day you still had no clue why the engineer was even attracted to you. Physical appearance could only go so far, and after a year of talking, what could you had possibly given to Riri for her to like?

“I’m a fucking mess. I can’t even think without a blunt in my hands. I can’t love myself; love is a concept that’s been fucked up for me for the longest…I feel fucking broken because I can’t return the simplest of affection to you, when you do it like it’s nothin’...what could I have possibly given to you for you to stick around for a year and not get tired of me and my bullshit?”

You hadn’t realized that Riri had moved from her position on the steps, and was now in front of you. The engineer reached for your free hand, holding it close to her chest. You could feel her heartbeat, the muscle pounding furiously in her chest.

“It ain’t bullshit, (Y/N),” She starts, and your immediate reaction is to scoff but the eye contact that she holds with you is so unmoving, your body forgets about the action, “and you’re not broken…you’re hurt. And I hate the bitches that did this shit to you, made you think this way, because you’re not, do you hear me?”

Her words create a tightness in your throat, and now, there’s a wetness on your face that isn’t coming from the snowflakes that land on your cheeks.

“I love you…I love you because I know deep down under all that hurt, and pain, and wanting to hide, and being scared of love…there’s a heart in there. Its hiding because it don’t want shit to repeat, but I promise you, if you let me have it…if you let me have your heart…I can make all that go away.”

It was a tempting offer, really. One that you’d kill to hear over and over and over again, but Riri gave it to you without even having to ask. It made you wonder just how much had she given to you, and you were to busy shielding yourself to realize it?

“...you mean that?”

“Would I be out here in the freezin’ fucking cold with you if I didn’t?”

Her words brought some semblance of a laugh from your lips. Your hand began to move on its own - you watched as it broke free from Riri’s hands and instead went to caress her face. It was a small act of affection, but for you it was something incredibly big and hard to do. Yet, there wasn’t a strain in your actions, nor hesitancy. It felt…right.

Your gaze went between the blunt in one hand, and Riri who occupied the other. Gulping down the lump in your throat, your gaze refocused back onto Riri, staring right into her chocolate brown eyes.

“I’m about to do something,” You said, “I’m about to do something, and it’s been a long time since I did it, and-”

“Baby,” Riri interjects, and the pet name she uses for you sent a wave of shivers throughout your body. You couldn’t remember the last time that happened to you. “You ain’t gotta tell me…just do it.”

Your gaze went back to the blunt in your hands, burning away, the smoke from it easily getting lost in the wind. With a deep breath, you tossed the joint onto the concrete ground beneath you, take Riri’s face into both your hands, and brung her in for a kiss you waited a year too long to give her.

Up until a year ago, the only thing you could rely on was your music and a blunt.

But as you stand in the December snow, kissing the woman who you’d been too afraid to give your heart to, a realization comes to you.

The realization that maybe, you could open your heart once more. Maybe you could depend on Riri Williams, too.

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