#ayo whoa hold on

[emmacreatures]

A wake up call

AYO IM BACK! It took a bit, but I finally was safisfied onto fully wrapping this story up. @niku30 and I talked about rather dramatic approaches, and as soon as they mentioned a turn in faith for the huntsman.. My brain was fueled with ideas. Then Nina pulled the uno card and made the most STUNNING artpiece that blew me away and brought so much emotion. SO HERE WE GO. Inspired by that piece. featuring Rayner Cruze and Jack Hardin ~ (HERE's THAT PIECE BTW https://www.instagram.com/p/Cw0d8IUqFp2/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Within the glimse of a second.. It happened. The steering of Jackson's car would not respond, No one could've possibly thought of this happening, and result in the worst fate imaginable.

The whole world seemed to stop for a second. Everything froze, yet went too fast to even realize what nightmare just happened. A turn was made, and wouldnt budge.. The whole audience in their seats gasped as the cameras followed to the worst crash of the century, no one knew how bad it was yet. All the racers were still in the game, as Cruze had driven to his pitstop as it needed fuel.. "This just in. The huntman is off the tracks, car has hit fire. Its yet to find out the consequences or state of Hardin himself.. Please remain seated-"... Cruze only caught up seconds after it happened. Freezing as he heard the words. Opening his own car door and watching the screens. "What happened.. What happened? is he hurt?" Cruze said with a swallow.. Before he got more strong. "IS HE HURT?" "we dont know cruze. It just happened, we dont know anything...". Out of pure fear and worry, Cruze swallowed again before he went back into his car, pushing the full gaspedal to blast the engine on as he drove off, right towards Hardin's crash. He couldnt even explain what he felt, but he had to go there. "CRUZE. CRUZE-STOP THATS-?!- Goddamnit he's not supposed to go out there. Someone GO AFTER HIM" One of his pitcrew yelled as he got someone to drive after him.. Managing to stop Cruze right as the man ran out of his car in the middle of it all, to see the wreck and full on blown fire.. "JACK.... JACK-" "Whoa woah.. Cruze, calm down. You cant come closer, the paramedics need to-" "I DONT CARE HE NEEDS HELP-" Cruze yelled before he felt like his world went into slomotion.. Cruze kept yelling thr man's name as tears streamed down his cheeks. Never in his life had he imagined to have felt such a sting in his heart.. The worst nightmare he hadnt considered or thought off to become reality.. Various people had to stop Cruze from coming closer as it was the ever first time the reckless rookie was broken like this. He was in shock, and even tried to run to the paramedics to join them on the way to the hospital.. but they all said for Cruze to keep a distance. But the man just couldnt. The game obviously was on hold.. and Cruze should not have driven off as it was an illegal thing to do. He just couldnt help himself.

Cruze eventually had been taken back to his own pitstop and crew.. Sitting away from most people as he shook as dried tears occupied his face, his trainer approached him slowly, taking him to a more private area where the doors could be shut instead of an open area.

"its a dangerous world Cruze. You need to realize this can happen.. Racing is dangerous. To younger, but also more advanced racers that hadnt made a mistake ever in their career. Its within the blink of an eye." Cruze's trainer/sponsor said as Cruze had been trying to get into jackson's hospital.. But everyone said it was too major, and had to keep their distance until they could tell or show how badly Jack's wounds were.. "I need to see him." Cruze said.. His voice shaking, yet being so stubborn and strong in what he wanted. "I know its difficult to see him but this is our world cruze. this is what you signed up for.. While you may or may not have realized yet that this can happen frequently. You have more speed than a take off to space, cars can mailfunction.. People bump each others cars. Things like this can be bound to happen".

As his trainer kept talking, cruze's mind was somewhere else.. Sniffing as he felt another tear slide down, he refused to look at the person speaking to him. "No one deserves this.. I should've been the one to get this-" "Cruze" "I JUST got into this world.. He.. He's been through so much Coach.. And now this happens, and here I am.. Without a scratch, without any issue. M" "Where did your confidence go all the sudden.. You're not quitting are you?" "I need to go to him, you let me go, or I'll quit.."

"for this season?" "Maybe all of it.. Depends what I feel like". "Cruze.. As much as you care, you cant do much nor take such direct actions.. He's possibly getting operated, and needs healing for a while.. At best he might have some scars he can get away with.. But he was in a massive hit, and chances are he might not get back into this game-" "You dont want to loose me too right.. allow me to visit him. Like maybe once a day. for a minute. Then I'll be back into your stupid game. Because you care for the fact I'm all over the media right?" Cruze said direct, seeing the true colors of this world now.. and the risk that they all had to endure which could end wrong.. as his trainer sighed.. "I wont stop you anymore, but I cant help you either. just as a reminder, if you'll pull something like this again, drive off towards the crash without allowance or pull more irrational decisions you think off on the spot.. It might've worked once to win that game which got you all into this world.. They will start to find you a bother, maybe even loose some sponsorships. you need to be careful" "Thats all you care about right" "Its important. Its a scary world with alot of ups and downs" His trainer said honest, slowly sitting up as he had sat down with Cruze. "Dont be late for the new game. As much as it might pain you, this season needs to go on and its a harsh reality. we have a race tomorrow again.. Try to keep your head in the game, or it'll be worse for all of us" The man said as he was realistic.. Making Cruze glare before he grabbed his car keys and drove off. He knew the crash was so recent ago that he might not get close.. But he couldnt help but try anyhow.

cruze was still in his racing suit. He ran right from the track to the hospital to stay as long as he possibly could. while he couldnt do much to help jack.. he just did not want to leave him alone. Each nurse after another told him to stay back and wait.. But somehow, Cruze's smooth ways got him still a little closer, using his looks a little bit to smoothen the deals along his reckless but fun behavior.. But the man was also so terrified. How would jack be.. In what state he'd be in.. Would he even be breathing on his own. It were things that were haunting Cruze. It might've been his first true fear he ever experienced.. As the driving and all never scared him.. But hearing that crash happen all over again in his mind, made him all the more worried how he was doing.

Listening yet trying to keep himself calm, one of the nurses eventually touched Rayner's shoulder as he was sitting in one of the waiting areas on the level Jack was located.. "Mr Cruze?" "Its rayner- You're fine" "He's still under some of the painkillers. A big operation is behind him, But he's stable for now." "Can I see him? or just wait inside of his room?" Cruze said as the lady looked into the direction of jackson's room before turning to him. "If you just stay here, I'll see what I can do. Since Mr Harbin is still dozed off, we usually dont allow people to come so early" The nurse said, but she noticed how badly Cruze through all these hours tried to come as close as possible. Noticing this man must.. care so much for Hardin. More than the people hardin works with, let alone his team. "Please.. if you can make an exception.." rayner said, noticing the lady saw the man was still wearing his whole racer outfit.. Not having wasted a second to come here. "Just, wait here.." she said, making Cruze slowly sit back as he waited.. Possibly being the most patient he's ever been.. Its been killing him, but after another few hours, the same nurse came to him. "Sorry for letting you wait, Hardin showed some signs of discomfort, so we needed to be sure what was happening.. You can go inside. Just try not to make him move too much if he wakes up" She said, making Cruze sigh out of relief. "Thank you.. Really.." He said, almost running to the room as he slowly opened the door, seeing Hardin for the first time since the crash.. gently closing the door behind him, he swallowed as he just slowly took a seat, but the noise made Hardin frown as he slowly opened his eyes..

"god i've never been more relieved to see someone move their chest" Cruze almost whispered as hardin had to blink a few times before he tried to focus on who was in the room.. Noticing all pipes and things onto his arms and more. "Cruze?" "the one and only.." Cruze said as he was almost able to cry out of pure relief to hear the man say his name.. alive and still kicking. "What are you doing here?" the man said with a rough voice, making Cruze laugh as tear fell down his cheek. "I could ask you the same thing.." Cruze said as he stood up to stand next to the man's bed, seeing Hardin moved a bit as he assured the man to take it slow. "You worried me sick Jack.. you better not pull this again or I'll have to kick you for it.. Are you okay?" cruze's voice started a but like how they sometimes messed with each other, but as soon as he asked how Hardin was doing, his own voice cracked, making him close to crying. He might've been a rookie and a daredevil, but the whole thing hit him so much that he wasnt scared to show emotion. "I seem to be fine for now.." "you better not scare the shit out of me like this again.. You're throwing me out of my game" Cruze said as Hardin laughed very carefully, before he looked at Cruze more. "I guess I keep doing my job then, being the huntsman" He said as the two all the sudden heard Cruze getting called.. But Cruze knew it was his team, questioning why he's gone for hours.. Without hesitation he ended the call before it even started, putting it on silent.. "Did they.. tell you anything regarding what you've been through?" Cruze said as he grabbed a chair to sit next to the man's bed.. "So far, not too much, they mentioned a lot of healing.. And that I barely made it out alive it seems.. But why are you here Cruze? I believe there's a race you have to be at tomorrow, and its not in the same city" "You care more about me having to be out there than visiting you here? do you even realize how difficult it was to even get this close" Cruze said as he raised an eyebrow, but almosy had to smile again because he was so happy he saw the man alive..

"I was so.. worried, it would've been worse.. I rather make sure you're fine and.. well treated than being in some stupid game..". "Stupid game? what happened to the man being so determined to win.. You're not planning on backing out are you?".. Hardin said as he sat up a little bit.. With help of the bed. Cruze realized this showed he cared more for jackson that he might've even realized himself, but the experienced man caught up on that detail.. Surprising him.. But making him remember it. "I'll catch up.. I'm not leaving the whole game.. its just, not the same without you out there. I find your health more important" Cruze said honest, making Hardin listen to him fully as he was a bit weakened. It touched him alot that Cruze went above and beyond to visit him.. Which again showed a certain part that confirmed some suspicion that they didnt talk about. "I can tell you one thing. you cant back up now kid.. They're gonna eventually notice this might weaken you- Many racers after seeing crashes like this tend to back out.. You cant do that" "I'm not weakened.." "I can tell you're worried. you even said it yourself, but you need to show them that this one crash wont distract you or throw you out of your game." Hardin said honest, making Cruze turn to Hardin as he looked at the man, saying nothing back for now.. "stay on track. mentally and physically" "You're becoming my new trainer?" Cruze said with a frown as Hardin looked back st him. "Dont give me that look. I'm saying you need to stand your ground" Hardin said forward, seeing Cruze got a wake up call.. But he didnt want it to become his way on avoiding this world anymore. "You're not weakened? Prove it to me then." Hardin said as Cruze's sudden challenged energy got pulled back.. Giving a specific look to Hardin in that regard.

"Since I wont be around for a bit, you might as well try and beat everyone else and stay at the top so you can wait for me to have a real challenge again. Shouldnt be too hard for you now?" Hardin said as he more than enjoyed the conversation, seeing that young energy in the room that got triggered by his approach.. Cruze had a bigger impact than he possibly realized on Hardin, but it so happened to be visa versa. "You're really out here challenging me while you've barely survived the accident?" Cruze said as he eventually smiled.. "You'll be okay.. Right?" "I will be if you wont go so soft on me. I'm quite tough Cruze, you better watch out" Hardin said, as Cruze laughed softly eventually, noticing the oldtimer was getting stronger again, certainly comfortable to make such comments. "Sure oldtimer, I'll keep my eyes peeled. The huntsman always seems to strike out of the blue" Cruze said as Hardin noticed the man thinking. "Whats on your mind?" "i was wondering one thing... Right before this occured, our race. you were so.. Strong on trying to win, so you had your next say in what you wanted.. I wonder what it was." "Well I didnt win.. Due to circumstances, so you might have to wait until I do get to win, the first day I'm back on track" Hardin said as his confidence made him smirk softly, making Cruze walk up as he nudged him. "Yeah sure- But you definitely made me curious. You were so ahead of me. As if you couldnt accept yourself to loose that one time. Must be important of what you were after-" Cruze said before he got called by his agent.. Sighing "What...?" "WHERE ARE YOU. We need to get ready to move you the next drive in cabo. Else we'll be behind-" "Alright- Alright. I'm coming.." Cruze said as he hung up, sighing as he stood right next to Hardin.. "Give me that" "What..?" Cruze said with a frown as Hardin took the man's phone, putting his own number in. "So.. The oldtimer has a working phone, even an own number?" "Very funny. How old do you think I am..?" Hardin said as he glared in a challenging way "Dont even answer that". Cruze immediately had to softly laugh, before he'd receive his phone back.

"So, now I'm forced to call you each day to give updates?" Cruze said as Hardin sighed. "You'll be gone, and I've noticed you're rather strong on wanting to know how I'm doing. Might as well see this as the best solution since you're about to travel again" Hardin said as cruze looked at his phone, adding the number to his priority. "Alright.. But you will have to explain what you wanted back on that bet of ours eventually" "Go Cruze or I'll call security.. You have to be out there. Dont show them your doubts. Those tires dont warm up themselves and you better show that reckless unstoppable behavior of yours that even can be a pain to me at times" "I was already doubting this whole speech, it started so supportive. Glad I made a mark" Cruze said as he held up the phone. "You might regret this though, now I'm even able to bother you outside the tracks" Cruze said before he had to leave.. Quickly making his way back as he felt less shocked about the whole occurence now, that he got to chat with Hardin.. Alive, breathing. In the time he went back to the track, he got called several more times by his agent, before running into his domain and packing as fast as it needed to be.. Onto a new race soon.

#emmacreatures #niku30 #rayner cruze #jackson hardin #RACER OCS #HELP #I LOVE THEM SM #CAR FREAK #Instagram

[cobrrastyle]

ramé;

in which it's been a few months too long since he's last seen you.

𝅘𝅥𝅲  gn!reader

𝅘𝅥𝅲  relationship. established romantic

𝅘𝅥𝅲  genre. tooth-rotting fluff

𝅘𝅥𝅲  warnings. none

𝅘𝅥𝅲  edited. n/a

a.n. ayo, what's this? a drabble?! kcjbnwbrtpqw just this once, maybe! beardyman's 'mountain side' has got me in a lovesick stupor for the bbygirl and i caved :') writing something like this is a new experience, bear with me y'all LMAO

"[name]!" billy exclaimed brightly, his grin stretching all the more wider.

little amount of time is left to gleefully muster anything other than his name before the pop-star sprung onto you, immediate—desperate. his hands wrapped themselves around your waist at a striking speed that only rendered you breathless. your stunned state could do so little to keep yourself steady as the both of you collapsed onto the ground. of course, the fall was the least of your concerns and your laughter further resonated with his own. "babe, it's been forever!" a dreamy sigh tickled the crook of your neck, the tang of cigarette burning the tip of your nose while the pep of a sweet danish bear claw mellowed your senses. he took a moment to nestle his forehead into the warmth of your skin, and eagerly so. "didja miss me? ah who am i kidding? 'course you did." he pulled away from you almost instantly, his hands placed on your shoulders and eyes glistening expectantly, "you did miss me, right?"

you gave him a hearty chuckle, mind probing at the thought of razzing him a little. a teasing hum resounded within your chest. "i dunno. i mean, it's only been about, what, eight months? has it really been that long...?"

the celebrity whined. "what?! that's like, TWO years! babe!"

you cracked the slightest of a smile which failed to reflect your cheeky façade. you quickly tried to cover it up by pressing your lips together into a thin line, but much to no one's surprise, your horrible attempt in doing so went completely unnoticed.

"[name]!" billy pouted, frown hysterically heavy as he distanced himself from you. you couldn't help but let out a chortle, your hands reaching for his arms in hopes of easing the doubt in his mind.

"billy, i'm joking! of course i—whoa!" a gasp escaped your lips as your face was met with an onslaught of fervent pecks and smooches. a smile grew on your lips, your hands coming up to try and push away, but to no avail. your laughter boomed louder with every tight squeeze. "billy—!"

"not gonna stop until i hear you say it!" he says between kisses, each one trailing from your cheek down to your collarbone.

he smiled against your skin, his chuckles tickling you silly. you laughed, "really? that's your plan?" and just when you thought it couldn't get any more hectic, he pressed a wet kiss against your cheek. you craned your head away from the affectionate assault, his lips now peppering kisses behind your ear. "gross!" you shrieked, shoving him back playfully as he goofily giggled in response. his hands came up to cup your cheeks, holding your head in place as he pressed several more wet ones. "i was going to say it until you cut me off, i swear!"

"i'm hearing a lot of excuses and not enough 'oh baby! you're so bro-mazing! i missed you so so much! muah muah muah'!"

"okay, okay! just—" the kisses continued unabated until you were able to catch your breath and pull away slightly. billy pursed his lips, eyes fixed rather impatiently, but solely, on you.

"i missed you," you admit gently, "i really did."

the corners of his mouth pulled upward in a smile. his face was flushed, eyes alight with mirth. the arms around you slackened for a split second and without delay, billy planted a kiss on your lips. "that's more like it." he smiled triumphantly as he swooped back in to give you another, this one a little longer—greedy beyond imagination.

"hey," you muttered softly as you pulled back from the kiss, his lips comically chasing after your own. you stopped him with your palm across his chest before he could follow through on his impulse. he pouts when he sees the smirk on your face. you'll indulge him, you think to yourself, but first: "how was the tour, hotshot?"

his demeanor brightened. he grinned that goofy grin of his, his eyes fluttering shut before kissing you again—one last time. "well, since you're dying to know..."

#bjc #billy joe cobra x reader #alive!billy

[gioelline]

She's alright

That girl's alright with me

Yeah

Ayo (hey, hey, hey, hey)

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)

A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)

Uh, okay

One thing about me, I'm the baddest alive

He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrive

I don't let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try

I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind

They can't be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try

A thong bikini up my ass, I think I'll go for a dive

His ex bitch went up against me, but she didn't survive

On applications I write, "Pressure" 'cause that's what I apply (brr)

P-p-p-pressure applied, can't fuck a regular guy

Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)

A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)

'Cause, what the fuck? This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down

Like, what the fuck? This ain't Burberry, custom brown

He said, "Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?"

Then he said, "Do that pussy purr?" I said, "Yup, meow"

Hold up, fuckboys, ain't need no for you to roll up

Ain't no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up

Keep these bitches on they toes like Manolo

Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO

Oh, whoa

Elegant bitch with a ho glow

If it ain't big, then I won't blow

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Fuck is the tea? I just F'd a G (let's go)

Made him say, "Uh, " just ask Master P (let's go)

Ball so hard, I just took a knee (let's go)

Get me rocky ASAP, nigga, word to Rih (let's go)

Freak

F-F-Freak

Some gyal a freak, gyal a freak

Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)

A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)

#nicki ninaj #super freaky girl #song #dance #audio #social #2022 #Spotify

[sukirichi]

Sukkiiiii YOUR FAVORITE SIGNED HEADPHONES ANON IS BACK nojkjk HAHAHAHAHABut Anywhooo how're uuuuu?? Fine I hope AND okei I have a lot to unpack so as Im typing this while I cut pictures for an anime backdrop poster for our Family Christmas Party—no jkjk I legit had to finish it first

Lemme start withhh replying to ur last reply to my shortest ask yet. Actually at that time my exams were done—they ended Dec 16, then had our Christmas Party at 17 but anywho that's not the point here bc I was actually busy with smth else—I was legit busy cramming the additional tasks my teachers assigned. Anyways enough about that—Im gonna reserve the other for part two

SOOO let us talk about Dusk Til Dawn—YEEEEEEE I Love It. Periodt. I just didn't like how I had to stop bc of my Cold like I had to sneeze every now and then so my reading was chop-chop aaaanddd as a self proclaimed veteran of a fanfic reader and suki fan, right off the bat of reading chap one I alr knew it was too good to be true well like, NGL U GOT ME HOOKED but then I saw that the song for the second chap was from Tears of Gold but did u change it? I think u did—right?I haven’t read chapter two YET but seeing everyone else’s reactions got me goin 🤡😅😂🥲😰🤯🙃 Seeing the Iris hate got me wheezing but dw, I can see myself joining in too

BUT OKEI U UNDERSTAND FILIPINOO?!?!? Well I did have my suspicions since u listen to Ben and Ben so, anyways nakaka-excite lang sya and to the anon who ranted in Filipino—BET AHAHAHAHAHAHA the way you just wanna pull her hair HAHAHAHA

Now when I saw the original plot line of DTD, I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD the whole reason on why Kiyoomi’s song with YN was Wildest Dreams bc They never end up together 😭😭😭😭, but they both shared something that YN could never forget and so “my last condition is” to actually atleast remember what they had even if Kiyoomi is married and happy with someone else that I for sure hate bc I was team Kiyoomi. I was alr crushed just by reading the whole plot so what more if it was written hahaha 🤡🤡🤡🤡 so now let’s just see what this new DTD holds, more heartbreak I suppose but I apparently love how it hurts like u can’t get enough of it ya’know just like Home From War 🤡🤡🤡🤡 but nonetheless I am team still Kiyoomi all ze way

ya’know with Oikawa as Endgame with the original plot. (If I recall correctly thats what I read) Tbh it was eh for me but it made sense as well. It must hurt for Oikawa knowing that he was just a last option but if he does rlly love YN Im sure he was willing to endure it—every unrequited love ever, but honestly Im not super picky with who YN ends up with, Im just KIYOOMI WHY DIDN’T U FIGHT FOR YN?! 😭😭😭😭 I WOULDVE FOUGHT FOR U TOO YKK TT TT

Okei wow that part one, took me year to write—get it? *cricket noise* Hahaha—yeahhhh—HAHAHAHAHA

WITH LOTS OF LOVEEEEE!!! AND POSTIVITYYY!!!

-🎧

AYO HEADPHONES ANON, I’M SORRY FOR THE LONG REPLY, MY DAYS HAVE BEEN HECTIC BUT HELLO OMG I MISSED YOU! also whoa anime backdrop poster? for Christmas? your holidays sounds lit to me 😭

ooh congrats for finishing your exam, I hope you passed with flying colors! OH YEAH I THINK I CHANGED THE SONG but I don’t remember what the original song was – NO WAIT THE ORIGINAL SONG FOR CH2 WAS “YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL” BY LANA DEL REY but I’m reserving that for future chapters hehehe. ALSO YEAH I UNDERSTAND TAGALOG HAHAHA but I don’t understand everything so I’ll have to translate bits and pieces there. and omg yeah I remember the anon who ranted in Tagalog, it was such a mood! sometimes I can’t fully express myself in English too and its just so satisfying to say “gago ka, suna” or something like that, but I actually don’t like cursing in Tagalog because it’s too…intense. yeah, it’s extremely intense.

DUDEEEE OMG (is it okay to call you dude? lmk if its not!) YES WILDEST DREAMS FOR KIYOOMI AHSJKAA im ngl I think most of my series song inspos came from Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift has so much great songs about toxic relationships and the harsh truth of love sometimes, like how Wildest Dreams perfectly captures the, “I know we’re not going to stay forever, but I hope you cherished me anyway” LIKE PLS IT HURTS THINKING ABOUT OMI OMI. and yes, oikawa was endgame in the original plot and looking back at it now, the part of me that’s just obsessed with toxic fictional men is making me throb again. oikawa is NOT endgame here since he’s barely a love interest, but the thought is definitely nice. like hmm yes mean husband. mean, arrogant, handsome, sexy man… RED FLAG…but hot… anyways. NAUR YEAH KIYOOMI SHOULD’VE FOUGHT FOR YN IN THE ORIGINAL DTD VERSION that was so wrong of him smh /lh

TOOK A YEAR TO WRITE AHJSKAA PLS I WOULD SO USE THAT PUN EVERY NEW YEAR TOO HELP. AND SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE BACK, MWAHHH!

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: dusk till dawn #long ask #anon:🎧

[eerythingisshaka]

Ficmas Day #3 “Misfit Wakandans”

[T’Challa x OC]

Word Count: 1.2k

“You won’t win!  You’re just a toy maker, no match for Santa!  Now leave before you’re reindeer food!”

Akini looks over the script in her email as T’Challa claps.  “I don’t think the reindeer food line was part of it, Ezzy.”

Ezzy shrugs, hopping into her father’s lap as she twists her braid.  “They said we can make up some stuff sometimes if we want.”

Akini holds her daughter’s cheek.  “That’s good.  Maybe try something different because reindeer do not eat people, right T’Challa?”

T’Challa appears to mull it over.  “Given the barren environment of the North Pole, it could very well be in the interest of the animal to survive-”

“Well thank goodness this isn’t a nature documentary.  I would just stick to the script for that  part, baby girl.  Just so no one is confused.  Now go wrap your hair and brush your teeth.  Your father will put you to bed in a minute.”

Ezzy deals out kisses to her parents before scurrying to her room.  Akini turns to T’Challa suspiciously.

“Now, what is the meeting so important about that you must go right before our daughter’s first play?”

T’Challa’s hands splay over his knees as he breathes in deep, avoiding Akini’s eyes.  “There are a couple of businesses willing to donate to our center for the holiday.  It won’t be long until that time comes.”

Akini nods, reaching for her husband’s chin to pull his gaze to meet hers.  “You cannot, by any means necessary, be late.”

T’Challa nods, but Akin tugs his chin hair this time.  “I mean it.  The crowds are horrendous at this American school, I won’t be a part of a mob for Kumkani, ok?”

T’Challa wraps an arm around his beloved, resting his other hand on her thigh as he stares lovingly into her eyes.  “I won’t be late.  I promise.  It will all be worth it in the end.”

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“Stop.  Just here is fine.”  T’Challa opens his door and glides out swiftly in front of the elementary school entrance area.  His heart beat picks up as he sees his wife standing outside the front door, arms folded in a tight cross under her chest.  Akini’s  billowing afro hides her expression from him as she looks in the opposite direction while Ayo stands idle by.  Before T’Challa can signal her to remain silent, Ayo’s lips move, alerting Akini to his presence.

Okoye lets out a low whistle next to him.  “That almost scares me, kumkani.”

Akini’s eyes lock onto him as she stomps her booties towards him.  

“Why weren’t you kimoyo beads active?”

“My love, please slow down,”  T’Challa says calmly, approaching to meet her halfway.

“Calm - T’Challa, I have told you to not be late for our daughter’s performance for weeks, the last time being this morning, yes?”

T’Challa puts a finger to his lips, holding Akini’s arm to escort her to the school.

“I know, I know.  But something came up, this has happened before.”

Akini stops walking to turn and face him down despite her short frame.  “Heh!  I know it has!  Ezzy has been practicing her American Christmas recital for so long.”

T’Challa nods, hanging his head slightly.  “She has shown me at home.  She is quite good.”

Akini claps for emphasis.  “And when it actually counts, where is her father?  And you know she hates a scene.  If you got here when I asked, I wouldn’t worry about people gawking at you instead of paying attention to the children.  Now there will be a fuss over your presence.”

T’Challa holds out his hand for Akini to place hers into.  “It will be fine.  Has it started?”

Ayo speaks up.  “Five minutes ago, but Ezzy will not be on for another 15 minutes.”

T’Challa nods approvingly.  “Then you and Okoye secure an area in the balcony, front seat.  Maintain a distance on the east and west until it is time to dismiss.”

Okoye and Ayo open the doors to the school for Akini and T’Challa to enter.  A starstruck volunteer hands T’Challa  a program before they make their way up the stairs to the balcony.  T’Challa doesn’t let go of Akini as they walk hand in hand to their designated seat.  A musical number begins to taper off as Ezzy makes her way to the stage.

Akini points.  “Look!  Look at her!  Oh, she is the cutest looking ragdoll isn’t she?”

T’Challa smiles warmly, seeing his daughter under the bright spotlight with crimson circles on her cheeks and her natural hair in braids and bows.  Despite taking the appearance of a ragdoll, her costume was more of an abstract art piece than rags.

“Santa needs our help to get the toys to the children!  Who is with me?”  Ezzy commands, stamping a buckled shoe on the wooden crate she stood on over the cheering crowd.  

“Aye, you hear her?  She speaks clear and strong, just like I told her.  She studies me well, eh?”  T’Challa beams with pride as she leads a march toward an evil toy maker’s cave who tries to end Christmas but fails thanks to Ezzy and her crew.

When Ezzy had practiced the play before, T’Challa was not sure if the story would measure up enough to carry a performance worth watching, but Ezzy livened the cast in a way that was infectious to the crowd as well.  When the curtains closed for the end, the crowd erupted in loud praises and whistles as the cast took a final bow.

“We should go now,”  Akini says, standing up in her seat and motioning for Okoye and Ayo to follow.  Soon as T’Challa and Akini start their journey to the lower auditorium, the crowd begins to notice the King of the richest country on earth.

“Whoa, look!”

“T’Challa!  I seen you on the news!”

“Hey King!  I’ve got an investment opportunity you may be interested in!”

T’Challa has good blinders for these kinds of hassles, but Akini struggles, shushing people and turning them down for conversations and pictures and autographs directly when anyone is brave enough to talk past Okoye or Ayo flanking the couple.

T’Challa grips her hand tightly, mouthing that everything is fine but they couldn’t get to their daughter fast enough to make their exit.

“Baba!”  a big voice from a tiny frame calls out.  T’Challa follows the sound of his offspring’s voice, expertly finding her in the hoard of children and parents buzzing with excitement.

“There she is!  Come here!”  T’Challa takes his arms wide, letting Ezzy jump into them.  Akini pats her back for attention.

“I was here first, you know!”  Akini pokes out her lip as Ezzy looks down from her father’s arms and reaches for her mother.  Akini takes her into a tight hug.  “You did exceptional, my girl!  Let’s get out of here so we can talk all about it.”

Ay and Okoye helped them safely outside and began to make a path for the car until T’Challa felt something shift.  He turns back and sees his wife appear bewildered and stumble.

“Aye!  Come!”  He pushes through bystanders, holding Akini close as Ezzy climbs into his arms.

“Someone pushed Mama,”  Ezzy says.

“I’m fine, let’s go,”  Akini says flustered.

“Hey, King!  I said wait up!”  A middle aged white man tries to close the gap before Okoye’s staff separates him from his target.

“Do not touch the king or his family,”  Okoye warns.

He holds his hands up.  “Hey, I didn’t know they were together.”

“That does not excuse your actions,”  T’Challa says curtly.

He stammers as the crowd around him notices the drama.  “Sure, I just got too excited I guess-”

“That is no one’s problem but your own.  You have nothing more to say to me.”  T’Challa turns to leave, holding tight to both of his girls as they get into the car for a safe ride home.

“I’m so sorry Akini.  You were right.”  T’Challa confesses, looking down at his daughter resting her head on his chest.

Akini holds his hand to her face affectionately.  “I was too harsh with you.  But I will accept the win nonetheless.  WE are going home, that’s what matters.”

Ezzy looks up at her father.  “Baba, remember in the play when the toymaker tries to make the toys think they are better with him than with Santa?”

T’Challa thinks for a moment.  “I do.  Why?”

“You kinda sounded like me talking to that pale face guy.  I think you could be an actor.”

T’Challa grins.  “No, I could not because that wasn’t an act.  I love you and your mother very much and no hurt will come to either of you long as I am around.”

Akini lays her head on his other shoulder.  “While also teaching our daughter to protect herself...she is lucky to have you as her father.”

T’Challa kisses his love’s hand, inhaling the sweet smelling oils in her hair as his calm nature begins to cement.

Ezzy puts a hand to her father’s ear.  “Did you get Mama’s present today?”

T’Challa puts a finger to his lips, nodding.  “Mama thought I was late, but I still got to see you.  She is lucky her birthday and Christmas are on the same day; she may forgive me.”

Ezzy eyes widen with wonder.  “Two presents?!  Is it the moon and sun like you always say you want to give?”

T’Challa shrugs.  “You and her will see,”  he whispers.  “You’re a big girl for helping Baba with this task.”

Ezzy snuggles under him.  “I know.”

#t'challa fic #shakafic #ficmas

[ydolanssss]

A hood love story: G.D

Warnings: violence, sexual innuendos, a lot of cursing.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan X female reader.

Summary: bottom line is... remember where tf you came from.

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Friday night lights.....most basic ass idea for a football game.

Just a whole shit-ton of rich ass white kids, acting like they hard when in actuality they have no awareness of anything outside of thier little gated community.

They weren't aware of the situation Grayson was in.

They either villainize him and where he's from, Or they romanticize where he's from. Either way they never talk to him.

They talk to ethan though, because unlike his brother he decided to just forget who he was and where he came from...that including his brother.

But you didn't think like them, you didn't treat people differently because of where they come from, or where they live. So you became friends with gray, best friends, and y'all were together all the time.

"hey gray you tryna go to the game today? You asked leaning on the locker next to his.

"there's a game?"

"yea against the cougars, you wanna go?"

"....mmm" gray never really went to any school event because well...he was kind of a loner, you didn't blame him tho.

"pleeeeeaaaseee, gray can we?" You asked with pleading eyes, and a quivering pouty lip.

"...fine"

"YESSIRRR, let's goo" you shouted, and skipped to class.

You went through the next couple of classes pretty quickly, went home, did some homework and waited for Grayson to come over.

"when you coming over hoe"

"I'm already outside, come on"

You run outside lock the door, hop in the car and head back to the school. The game had already started, but no one had scored yet. You and gray sit on the bleachers, and eat some popcorn.

"who you think finna win?" Gray said shoving food in his mouth. "I don't know, but prolly not our school, they haven't won a game in like...ever."

"true true" gray nodding in agreement untill his phone starts ringing. "Ayo hold up I gotta take this."

"hmm oh okay, I'll stay here" reassuring him. He walks to the back of the bleachers, "yo, wassup?"

*Anonymous* "Ayo when I see you, you getting lit tf up".

"Whoa, what? Who is this?" Gray asked confused as too who was tryna kill him.

"you know who this is lil bruh, it's daymen, oscars brother. You stole some shit from him the other day, and gave it to ya lil rich ass friends."

"what? Rich ass friends? Ion got no rich ass friends."

"okay okay, so you gon lie to me now huh?, Alright look, bring my lil brother his money or you getting lit tf up, and I take ya lil bitch for myself. You know the fine one, wit the braids."

"Don't you fuckin touch her."

Meanwhile you on the bleachers

"bitch what the fuck are you talking about?" Looking at claire and her lil posse.

"you know what I'm talking about, how long you been fucking my boyfriend."

"claire....who's your boyfriend?" You ask genuinely curious, because you do not keep tabs on miss bam-ba-lam-my-cars-a-hundred-grand.

"Grayson is duh." Because apperently that was common knowledge.

"g-grayson, Grayson Dolan the brother of Ethan Dolan, correct, just to make sure, Grayson with a "a" and a "o" not a I or a E. That Grayson?" Ya know...just to be clear.

"yes that Grayson, god are you dense?!"

"Oh no ma'am very much I am not, because the only grayson i know, don't fuck with bitches like you. Oh hell no, cuz yall don't fuck with people like him. And out of the mother fucking blue, he's your man, sweet-pea, i-is that what you telling me?" Because miss ma'am got you fucked alllll the way up.

"oh really how are you gonna tell me who I'm dating, I had sex with and who stole weed for me?" You pause....

"bruh what? Ugh now I know you tripping because Grayson don't fucking smo-"

"Aye, come on! Games boring anyway." Grayson yells from the bottom of the bleachers.

"alrighty well, miss. Thing I don't know what to tell you. Gods speed finding your Grayson because mine don't smoke." You picked up your things and walked with gray back to the car.

"hey what was the call about?" You asked

"huh? Oh it's was just my mom asking how long we were gonna stay at the game, I told her for the next hour so we could go do something else." He said.

You notice he kept looking around a lot, like he's was paranoid, waiting for something to happen.

"gray you good? You keep looking around, what's wrong?" You out ur hand on his shoulder concerned.

"huh?! Ohh nothing nothing let's go, come on"

He drags you to the car, and open the door for you, and he gets in the driver's side and drives off.

"ok I guess, um whatcha wanna do, wanna go to the park, or that on abandoned house that has a perfect view of the sunset, or ice cream, or ice cream and sunset. You looked at him, lip pouting head turn to the side, waiting for answer.

"uhh...ice cream only I wanna get you home okay?" He sighs, hands gripping the wheel tight as hell.

"umm what no I don't wan-"

"No! I have to get you home. I just, I just do, okay? Please I'm sorry for yelling come here." As you two pull in to the ice cream parlor's parking lot.

You lean in and he kisses you on your forehead, " I just need to be safe okay, it's late I don't want you out at night okay?"

"what? What do you mean I'm with you?"

He walks to your side of the car to open the door, "I know but....you cant be around me now at night at least it's not safe." After you get out he walks to the counter and tells you the get a table, you stand puzzled for a bit but you go anyway.

when he gets back with two oreo milkshakes, you ask him, "gray wait why isn't it safe? Why can't I be around you? What going on?." You ask frantic, worried your friend is in some sort of trouble.

"just because you can't don't- who is that?"

He asks leaned down a little.

"who is who? You turn around, and see a car speeding towards you both." Gray grabs your arm and pulls you down.

"GET DOWN! GO RUN BACK TO THE CAR!"

You do, you get to the car get inside and lean down, then you hear gun shots fire.

*bow bow bow bow*

The car skids off and everything is quiet, you look up and you see Grayson laid out on the ground. "oh my god...".

You get out hesitantly walking towards his body, "g-gray...baby, please oh God please no, god don't tell me he's gone" tears streaming down your face, you can't bare to walk any closer, and you drop to your knees and sob.

"no..please not my best friend." As the smoke clears you say this, the sun is setting in the background, it's a somber feeling somehow you feel safe and sad at the same time, while in that same moment your best friend, very much could be breathing his last breaths.

Then, like the miracle baby he is, Grayson wakes up, with a hell of pain in his shoulder. "Wha-? Ohh fuck my shoulder, holy shit, wait where's? Hey, hey, pretty girl why you crying?" He asks litterally sitting up looking at you holding his shoulder.

You stop crying, eyes shoot open. "Wha- GRAY!!" you run over and hug him, crying.

"i-i thought you were dead, *sniff* you were-*sniff* laying there not moving." Say sobbing into his shoulder.

He holds you with his good arm, "shh shh, it's ok, I'm not dead baby, I'm right here, I'm bleeding out of my shoulder and I should probably go to the hospital, but im not dead." His head sitting on top of yours

"oh shit, yea okay let's go." You help him to the car and start driving, you drop him off at the hospital and tell him you're gonna go take care of something.

You get back in your car and drive to a harbor, you then park and start disassembling his gun.

"god...I don't even know why he has this thing, granted he did get shot at but for fucks sake." You mumbled to yourself.

You speed back to the hospital,the doctors tell you he already out of surgery and he's doing fine, and they tell you his room number.

You walk back to his room. "Hey...Grayson baby, you okay?" You whisper not wanting to scare him.

"hmm? Oh yea hey come in." He's sitting up in bed both of his arms in slings. "Can you do me a favors and grab my juice box?"

You look on his tray and there's a little apple juice, juice box on it. "Oh yea sure sweetie." You poke the straw through the hole and hold it up to his mouth.

"Thank you."

"your welcome lovie." The doctor came in. "Ah, I see your already on it, that's good, very sweet of you." You look at him confused.

"um care to explain sir, or am I slow."

He chuckles, "my apologies, um since your friend, I'm assuming has two bad shoulder that have made him unable to move his arms at all he will need around the clock assistance."

You set down the juice box that he basically breathed in. "What do you mean both shoulders I thought he only got shot in one?"

"oh he did but his other shoulder is slightly sprained it's should heal up in a around 2 and a half weeks, while the other shoulder should take at most 4, but normally three. So due to his situation, his arm mobility is hindered untill a later date." He says with his arms crossed over his clip board.

You sit next to gray and look at him, "well I'm down, it's not like we don't spend every single second with each anyway." Gray laughs, "yea I guess thats true."

The doctors clear him and you help him get dressed but since it was late you threw a hoodie on him since there was no use for the sleeves.

You both get in the car and drive to your house, "come on gray we gotta get you to sleep." You tap and rub his tummy to wake him.

You get him up and walk up stairs to your bathroom. "Ok lemme brush your teeth." You sit on the sink and brush for him.

"okay that's done. Um alright it's 2 am ur tired I'm tired we can do the rest tomorrow okay?" You ask Grayson who's barley keeping his eyes open. "Okayyy." He says yawning.

"all right let's go to bed." You walk him over to the side of the bed and help him sit down.

" all right be careful and don't drop all the way down be careful not to lose your- oh fuck!"

You both lost your balance and fell on the bed, your on top of him millimeters away from his face. You never really looked at Grayson that way, never really looked at his eyes, dark as the ocean pulling you deeper and deeper to the point where you don't care if you drown.

Or his lips, they look so soft and smooth, if you were to kiss them it would feel like silk pillows. His lips..."oh fuck his lips."

Grayson catches your eyes staring at his lips and he sits up. "My lips baby, hmm that what you want?" You both sitting up on the bed. "Where? Your neck, cheek?" He drags his nose up the side of your neck to your ear.

"or that pretty little pussy?"

You gasp and get up off of him. "Um okay time to go to bed for real this time. Uh you good? you okay? Need any thing?"

"uh nah, nah I'm good. I guess...I'm laying flat then?" You turn to look at him.

"um yea I think that would be best."

You both start to relax and go to sleep.

"hey gray? I gotta ask you something, you know what's up with clair because she came up to me claiming I'm fucking her boyfriend, who's apperently you and also you stole some weed for her and that just dosent make sense to me."

He jerks his head to look at you "wait what!? When?"

"when you left to answer the phone she said your her boyfriend and she would know the person's she's been fucking and the guy who stole weed for her."

"so that's why- ughh fucking ethan."

"what? What about him? And what was that phone call about?"

He sighed "okay so I got a phone call from this guy named daemin, and I guess he thinks I stole weed from his little brother oscar, and I guess he's been watching me or something he said if I don't get his money he'll light my ass up and he'd go for my lil bitch himself, the one with the braids."

"oh shit so it was Ethan who stole the weed and prolly gave that guy your number, and prolly claimed he was you...now what the fuck wrong with claire?"

"Claire don't know that theres two of us and she don't talk to people he's friends with so he probably lied to her to."

Laying there in shock you think to yourself. "What kinda fucked up shit you got going on to lie about your whole identity and pretend to be your twin brother that you treat like shit?"

"ion know ask him."

You said it outloud.... again. "Oh shit my bad. But I will actually."

"what? No don't-"

"no gray this shit is crazy. YOU GOT SHOT! I'm not gonna let him get away with that shit gray! Now go to bed."

He sighs and closes his eyes.

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Next morning comes around. You wake up early to make grays' breakfast. A protein shake with some greek yogurt mixed with fruit.

You go back upstairs and he's awake.

"hey boo sorry to keep you waiting. I was making your breakfast. Need help?"

"yeth please."

"okay silly, sit up, legs out, and stand up on three okay? One, two, three...theeeere we go."

You walk over to the bathroom. Brush his teeth, wash his face and...help him pee.

"okay so how do you wanna do this gray?"

"umm you could hold it? If you wanna."

"seriously grayson. But that's like-"

"look your gonna have to bathe me at one point within these three weeks so like might as well get used to it."

"mm true, gosh okay."

You pull his pants down quickly trying to get this over with as soon as possible.

"okay so do I just like h-hold it or something? Or like do I just let it hang there?"

"no no you got to hold it bro otherwise I'll piss on myself then you have to change my pants and my underwear and wipe my legs down."

"ewww... Okay okay I guess this is better. Um sorry if my hands are cold."

"your all good."

"speaking of shower, let's just get that out the way because you haven't showered in a brick."

He sighs "alright"

You help him get his clothes off and turn on the shower.

"alright hop in big dic- oop- I mean big head." You giggle to yourself.

"ouu ok baby, oh and just for pure curiosity, which head?"

You slowly turn to him. "The one that made you think of that dumbass question, goofy get in, naughty ass."

"okay! Okay! Shit you the naughty one." Said with a smirk followed by a failed and painful attempt to slap your ass.

"ow! Ow! Fuck my shoulder!"

"and that's what ya get, hop in." You say giving him a pinch on the ass.

"what a nice butt, good for you!"

"thank you queen." He smiles

"your welcome king." And proceed to bathe him

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A couple hours later you left Grayson at home with him and a tv and left out all the snacks on the counter at a reachable level, whole you went out and....handle some business.

On the phone: "hey, meet me at the bleachers okay I need to talk to you about something."

"uh yea sure I'll be there."

A couple hours later, your sitting on the bleachers with the cold New Jersey air, causing your nose to become ice cold.

"hey." You jumped.

"oh shit! Oh hey sorry you scared me."

"ha, yea um sorry about that, so what did you wanna talk about?"

Now to most that seems like a very obvious question, it'd go something like 'hey why the fuck did you lie about your identity and completely drop your twin fucking brother'. Right? No.

The problem is you and Ethan have history, which also adds to the reason why your a lot closer to gray than Ethan and was like the breaking point of Ethan and Grayson relationship.

Basically in freshman year of highschool you and Ethan....dated?? Well no you did date but...it was shorted lived because he decided to cheat...on you. Crazy right? I know. And you'll never guess who he cheated on you with.....Claire!!! Isn't that amazing, what a coincidence.

So the day you found out was kinda intense.....

"What is wrong with you!"

"Why would you do that to her!"

"As long as we've know her!"

"Huh Ethan! What's the matter with you! Who raised you! It wasn't ma! I most definitely wasn't dad!"

Grayson being the lovely, kind, understanding soul that he is decided to give Ethan a piece of his mind after consoling you in the living room.

"Jesus Grayson! It wasn't even that bad!"

With his hands on his hips, mouth ajar and eyes bugging out of his head.

"you've gotta be shitting me. You made out with the bitch ON SNAPCHAT! THEY GOT YOU IN 4K BRO! What do you mean it isn't that bad!"

"look why does it bother you so much? Like it's not your relationship. It's mine."

"Because your my brother and I love you and I love her to, I want her to be loved and appreciated the way she deserves, and I expected better from you, I never thought, my brother, a fucking scumbag of a man. Had the audacity to cheat on his girl. I guess I stand fucking corrected."

They sit in silence for a while. Your in the living room nervous because you've seen them fight of course but, never this heated.

"well if you love so damn much you be with her, I don't fucking want her if there's gonna be this much drama."

Time for you to get angry.

"First of all motherfucker you cheated! Don't you fucking switch this around on me."

Grayson stands in front of you, tear filling your eyes by the gallons.

"I fuckin loved you....so much, so hard...I did. And this what you fucking do...this the last time I love someone as much as I loved you."

And with that you stormed out. Grayson followed disgusted with his brother.

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"....so what did you wanna talk about."

You snap back into reality.

"umm well one your fucking brother was shot!"

He jumps back. "What?! Was he really? When by who?"

"a few days ago. most likely by a guy named oscar...who shot him because apparently, Grayson 'sober4L' Dolan™, stole weed from him. Now the only people in this damn highschool that smoke are those rich ass kids you hang out with, and gray got a phone call about this whole situation and claimed that if he didn't get his money or the weed back, he was gonna shoot up him and take his lil girlfriend, 'the one with the braids'."

He rocks back and forth anxiously, knowing he was caught.

"and of course the only girl he's around with braids is me."

"okay look i-"

"Aht aht wait, I'm not done."

"because at the same time grayson was on the phone I had and interaction with the lovely ms.claire. She claimed I was 'fucking her boyfriend' and I asked who and she said 'grayson the one who stole weed for me'."

He puts his head in his hands.

"so now I'm looking at her like she dumb because we both know Grayson dosent smoke, so a couple hours later I ask grayson about the situation and then he tells me about the phone call, so we put two and two together."

"so gray got a call from someone claiming he stole thier weed, claire your lovely girlfriend enlightened me on the fact that I was sleeping with her boyfriend, who stole weed for her. Knowing Grayson is neither dating her or smokes. So who on earth, could have Grayson's number, steal Grayson name and identity and create a whole new fucking life. Oh hmm let's start with the fuck-amato who made the fuck sure no one knew he was a twin and also dates the girl that my ex boyfriend cheated on me with...who just so happens to be the fucking twin. what do you have to say for yourself?"

There is a pause between you and him.

"umm....I'm sorry."

"y-your sorry....SORRY YA BROTHER GOT SHOT AND ITS ALL YOUR- you know what here what we're gonna do."

You pull out your phone and you had saved daemin's number.

"you are gonna call oscar and tell him the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and tell him you'll get his lil cousin his money back okay?" Because if not I will..."

"okay, okay, call him."

You call and the phone starts ringing. He picks up.

"hello?"

"hey daemin I have the actual guy you wanted to shoot at and damn near kill"

"word? Who is it then?"

"his twin brother."

"ohhhh shit. Aw damn aye is gray good man I feel like shit he didn't deserve this."

"he's fine but his brother ethan, on the other hand is the guy you should've got, but look since I don't want both of them shot the fuck up he is gonna over there and hand you the money okay?"

"shit alright"

You end the phone call and he sends you the address.

"alright let's go."

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You and Ethan pull up to daemin's house.

"look when we get in here don't say shit give him the fckn money and don't say shit."

"alright alright"

You walk towards the door and knock on it. It's opens and there stands a guy around Ethan's height.

"um hi are you daemin?"

"yea that me, you got my money?"

"oh yea we do, Ethan give it to him"

He pulls 85 dollars out of his pocket

"here you go man, um sorry for-"

The door slammed in our faces.

"umm I guess that it-"

"how's Graysons shoulder?"

"oh it's good it's getting better I gotta get back to him though, he can't do everything by himself."

"alright cool I just wanted to make sure, does he need anything like I got bandages and a first aid."

"oh no no its fine my mom's a nurse I got all the stuff I need thank you though."

"alright bye drive safe"

"okay thank you!"

You and Ethan get back to the car.

Ethan turns to you. "Um he's nicer than expected."

"yea...um okay, I'm gonna take you back home. "

"yup okay sounds cool. "

The drive to Ethan's was awkward and quiet. He still stayed at him and Graysons childhood home. You haven't been there in years.

"well here we are. God it still looks the same."

"yea hasn't changed since the last time you've been here."

You turn to look at him.

"alrighty well- mphm"

Ethan kisses you holding the side of your face.

"I miss you. I do. I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you. You didn't deserve that, I took you for granted. Please give me another chance."

Your in shock to say the least. Staring at him in disbelief.

"...no Ethan."

"what? What do you mean?!"

"I mean no, I'm not going to go back to you I don't feel that way about you. And honestly once a cheater always a cheater, I just can't give myself back to the same person that changed me emotionally, to where it's hard for me to love people as much as I used to. Like what you do if I cheated on you, would you come back to me? And be honest with yourself."

He moves his hand.

"...no"

"exactly...so don't expect me to be the same. Goodbye Ethan."

He gets out and goes inside and you drive back to your place.

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You come back home Grayson in the living room, on the couch.

You sit next to him and talk to him about what happened, he was worried and frustrated at first with the fact that you went but understood it was your life at risk to. A couple of weeks pass, Graysons wound is fixed and you guys are let out for winter break.

Spending time with Grayson made you realize, what you deserved in a relationship, the love, appreciation, affection, loyalty. All of it, you deserved it.

And you got it, you and Graysons infatuation with one another, grew bigger and bigger over winter break. The Christmas vibes, sleeping in onesies and making cookies. Making love next to the fire place, trails of kisses going down both his and your body.

Afterwords..."hey Grayson? Can I ask you something."

"of course beautiful what is it?"

"how would you feel if we went back to school, ya know together?"

"when were we going separately?"

"nooo silly like together, a thing, an "item". We go back in a relationship. If that's something you want?"

"Are fucking joking! Of course I would baby. God, I've been waiting." And with that you finally found the love of your life, whom which in the future you had your two twin daughters with. Inez and Felicity.

You've never been so content.

#gray #grayson dolan #grayson and ethan #grayson #love story #ethan dolan #bw #dolan twins

[tkachow]

Les Habitants in 4, babe.

Whoa, whoa ok-ok whoa, whoa holiday wait hold on hold on holiday!

You can't give it to 'em dry like that

You gotta get that shit wet first ***** like c'mon now

You gotta prep them for shit like that

They can't just get that shit right off da top

Like you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back

Holiday season

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Ayo, I was on the plane with Wayne

You can call me Whitney I go to Hillman

Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in da game

Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane

When you was in New York you was fuckin' da yankee

I was fuckin' with bass, I was pitchin' da Frankie

These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky

But mami I'm cold give me me my blanky

Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel

Keep the snow white I can buy it by the bundle

Step ya cookies up for they crumble

Don't be actin' like the cardinals and gone fumble

‘Cause I'm a stealer

Fresh up out the dealer

All da dope boys gon' feel her

Flow so sick I need a healer

Fuck is my M.A.C. Concealer

I be out in queens in da back of

Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers

I'm a big bill

That's why I get more head than a pigtail

Pussy mansion I'm gettin' the munchies

I think ill have a rap bitch for my entre'

'Cause they be thinkin' n***** spit, spit shine my shoes

You know I keep a bad bitch let me sign your boobs

I'm the only thing hoppin' like a kangaroo

I mean the only thing poppin' like a can of brew

Listen u should buy a sixteen 'cause I write it good

That 808 woof woof 'cause I write it good

And bitches can't find they man 'cause I ride it good

I'm the wolf where is little ride-uh ridin' hood

Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in a market

Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it

I don't fuck wit pigs like Asalamalakim, I put 'em in a field

I let Oscar Myer bake 'em

And if you see a itty bitty piggy in a market

Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it

I don't fuck wit pigs like Asalamalakim

I put 'em in a field and I let Oscar Myer bake 'em (bake 'em)

It's like I just single-handedly annihilated

You know every rap bitch in da building like

Like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewenski, Nicki Da Ninja

Nicki Da Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie

Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls even bother at this point

Like keep it up, it's me, I win, you lose ha-ha, oh shit!

Ha-ha-ha-ha, oh shit ha-ha yo I'm bad bitch

I'ma-I'ma bad bitch, I'm bad bitch, I'm-I'm a bad bitch

I'ma bad bitch, I'ma-I'ma bad bitch, I'ma bad bitch

I'ma-I'ma bad bitch ha-ha-ha, ah I told you, I told you before

I told you, you gonna have to pick my fruit out now listen

In addition to pickin' my fruit out

I want y'all to start goin' to the boutiques

Know what I'm sayin'? Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me

I want, I want you know leopard skin and you know

I want, I want all dat crazy lizard skin, shit you know

You know you can be my personal shopper ha-ha-ha, ayo!

Woo-uh-huh-uh-huh

#i’ll delete this in like 5 minutes but #im nicki minajjjjjj nicki lewinskyyyyyy #i was listening to #the leaf report #and they essentially said that shea webber is the perfect defensemen to defend auston matthews #and i mean like #something like #19 goals in 24 games?? #so uh #if this is the logic y’all are banking on here ..... 😐 #long post

[kissthiskunt]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yoo

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo y o yo y o yo y o y o yo yo yo

Ayo I was on da plane with da Wayne (yo)

You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman

Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in the game

Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane

When you was in New York you was fuckin' the yankee

I was fuckin with bass, I was pitchin da Frankie

These bitches so cranky give d'em a hanky

But mami I'm cold give me my blanky

Whoa, whoa ok-ok whoa, whoa holiday wait hold on hold on holiday!

You can't give it to em dry like that

You gotta ***get that shit wet first nigga like c'mon now*****

You gotta prep them for shit like that

They can't just get that shit right off da top

Like you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back

Holiday season

Yo yo yo yo yo yo you yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

Yo yo yo yo you yo yo yo yo yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoo

Ayo I was on the plane with Wayne

You can call me Whitney I go to Hillman

Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in da game

Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane

When you was in New York you was fuckin a yankee

I was fuckin with bass, I was pitchin da Frankie

These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky

But mami I'm cooooold give me me my blanky

Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel

Keep the snow white I can buy it by the bundle

Step ya cookies up for they crumble

Don't be actin' like the cardinals and gone fumbllllleeee

Cause Im a stealer

Fresh up out the dealer

All da dope boys gon feel her

Flow so sick I need a healer

Fuck is my M.A.C. Concealer

I be out in queens in da back of

Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers

I'm a big bill

That's why I get more head than a pigtail

Pussy mansion I'm gettin' the munchies

I think ill have a rap bitch for my entre'

Cause they be thinkin' niggas spit, spit shine my shoes

You know I keep a bad bitch let me sign your boobs

I'm the only thing hoppin' like a kangaroo

I mean the only thing poppin' like a can of brew

Listen u should buy a sixteen cause I write it good

That 808 woof woof cause I write it good

And bitches can't find they man cause I ride it good

I'm the wolf where is little ride-uh ridin' hood

Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in a market

Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it

I don't fuck wit pigs like Asalamalakim, I put em in a field

I let Oscar Myer bake em

And if you see a itty bitty piggy in a market

Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it

I don't fuck wit pigs like Asalamalakim

I put em in a field and I let Oscar Myer bake 'em (bake 'em)

It's like I just single-handedly annihilated

You know every rap bitch in da building like

Like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewenski, Nicki Da Ninja

Nicki Da Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie

Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls even bother at this point

Like keep it up, it's me, I win, you lose ha-ha, oh shitttttttttttttttt

Ha-ha-ha-ha, oh shit ha-ha yo I'm bad bitch

I'ma-I'ma bad bitch, I'm bad bitch, I'm-I'm a better ad bitch

I'ma bad bitch, I'ma-I'ma bad bitch, I'ma bad bitch

I'ma-I'ma bad bitch ha-ha-ha, ah I told you, I told you before

I told you, you gonna have to pick my fruit out now listen

In addition to pickin' my fruit out

I want y'all to start goin' to the boutiques

Know what I'm sayin'? Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me

I want, I want you know leopard skin and you know

I want, I want all dat crazy lizard skin, shit you know

You know you can be my personal shopper hahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa ayo!

Woo-uh-huh-uh-huhhuhuhuhuhu

#gk #me #kunt #miss you #hitmeup #I’m bored #carnivaltomorrow #iwannamakeoutnotwithyouthough

[mbakusthrone]

Kings’ Trip (11.1)

T’Challa | M’Baku | Redeemed!Erik

Part 11/11: The Search

Warnings: Profanity, Mention of Sex and Drugs

A/N: Who would have guessed that I would be late lol. I tried to pull this all together as best as I could I wanted to mention as many parts as I could. This is a collaboration started by @royallyprincesslilly! Everyone has done an awesome job so far, thank you for letting me be a part of it!! I couldn’t fit it all in one post so I had to make another post y’all!

Erik felt that he was waking up, and immediately knew that he didn’t want to. The first thing he noticed was the headache. A strong jabbing pain was piercing his eye and throughout his scalp. Then there was his aching muscles, it felt like someone threw him through a wall.

“Shit,” he muttered, his dry mouth giving off the strong taste of Henny. He must’ve gotten fucked up. Erik’s eyes fluttered open, he squinted hard as the daylight was too much for him. A grown man getting a damn hangover, he thought.

He was in the living room of the suite. Wrapped up in a bunch of blankets on the couch like a kid at a sleepover. At least he made it home. Erik felt oddly comforted, as if a strong warmth was surrounding him. Erik swallowed again, and knew he needed to get to a glass of water, a gatorade, pedialyte, something. Erik moved to get up, then realized that something strong and warm WAS surrounding him. He looked down, and saw two brown arms locked around his body. Oh? Did a nigga get lucky last night? That must be why his body was so sore….

Erik’s eyes trailed up the arms to see the lucky lady, only to find the calmly sleeping face of…..

“AAAAHHH!!” Erik jumped up, his foot getting caught on a blanket and tumbled to the floor.

T’Challa gasped out of his sleep, his fists immediately in a fighting stance.

“Wha-WHAT!! WHAT IS IT?” T’Challa screamed, his eyes still half closed.

“NIGGA WHAT THE FUCK YOU GOT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME FOR!!”

“Arms?? What, what are you talking about??” T’Challa took a step towards Erik, Erik put his hands up and frantically scooted away.

“Uh Uh!! You need to stay over there far away from me! I should kick yo ass!”

Both cousins sat in silence as they rubbed their throbbing heads.

“Please, N’Jadaka, stop screaming, my head is killing me.”

“You too? I thought hangovers didn’t happen to you.”

“I am not sure what this is, my mouth tastes like gasoline, and my body feels like it was bulldozed.”

“Damn, that’s a hangover for sure. You remember anything from last night?”

T’Challa paused for a moment as he truly tried to remember the events from the night before.

“I remember, you went to the poetry night, and then, it was my turn to choose what we did and then….nothing. It is like there is a big grey area in my mind.”

“I don’t remember nothing either….” Erik stopped and took a look around the room, “Yo what the fuck is all this white shit!?”

The room was covered in delicate white feathers. T’Challa bent down and picked one up.

“I am assuming they are from some sort of pillow, or blanket.”

“Yo...I ain’t ever partying with yall again it gets way too comfortable around here...and where the fuck is King Kong race track hairline ass at???”

It was true. M’Baku seemed to be nowhere to be found. While Erik sat on the couch on his phone, T’Challa searched every bedroom, bathroom and common area. The Great Gorilla Chief was missing.

“Well I guess we must go find him.” T’Challa said, getting dressed. Erik snorted.

“Nigga, we? I ain’t gotta do shit but sit here. You do what you gotta do tho...wait.Wait what the fuck??”

“What is it?”

Erik turned his phone around, showing a selfie of M’Baku and Oni, clearly at Frenchie’s Bar and Grill.

“Wait how the fuck he preying on my play? Oh uh uh we gotta find Mr. T so I can straighten him out. You ain’t dressed yet? Let’s go.”

-

Frenchie’s was a difference place in the daytime. The atmosphere was much more relaxed, almost charming. Erik quickly dissolved that.

“Ay!! Bartender!!” Erik yelled, leaving the door slamming into T’Challa’s shoulder as he walked in. The bartender looked up, his eyes widening. The bartender gulped and immediately turned and ran.

“EH!! Come back!” T’Challa ran after him, hopping over the counter and busting into the back, Erik following closely behind. Erik and T’Challa dodged through the kitchen and burst into the back alley of the bar, T’Challa grabbed the bartender by the back of his collar and slammed him back onto the concrete.

“Ah! Wait I didn’t do anything!”

“Then why’d you run dumbass!” Erik seethed. Erik pulled out his phone and stuffed it in the bartenders face. “You seen this dude? Where is he!” The bartender looked confused.

“You guys don’t remember?”

Erik and T’Challa shared a look.

“Just tell us what happened.” T’Challa said lowly.

“Well you guys, including that big fella and the girl came in. Making a big ruckus. You were with some young guy and girl. A whole fight broke out, took all night to clean!”

“Must’ve been Shuri and Adrian.”

“What was the fight about?”

“Look I don’t know, something about the Majestic Nightclub, please don’t hurt me!”

-

As they made their way to Majestic, T’Challa tried to contact Shuri’s kimoyo beads, but she must have turned them off. He wondered what the fight could have been about.

“Oh. Oh hell no. No! Get away from here!”

T’Challa and Erik had barely approached Majestic before an older woman outside of it began to scream at them.

“And who the hell are you?” Erik said, chest already puffed for altercation.

“I own this club! And you two are banned for life! Including that big man and his girlfriend.”

“Ma’am please, we have no memory of last night. If we have done something, I truly apologize. We just need to know where the big man is at.”

The woman considered T’Challa’s apology.

“Last I saw him he was headed somewhere with the singer.”

“Singer?? Max!?”

“Ohh shit, this nigga done got your girl too. We both finna kick his ass now huh.”

T’Challa almost showed a spark of anger before turning back to the woman.

“Do you know where they went?”

“Hell if I know! Now get off my stoop! You aren’t welcome here...starting fights and putting holes in my club….”

Erik and T’Challa looked up in surprise. Another fight? What was going on?

-

T’Challa took another deep breath, his fist aimed at Max’s door, ready to knock.

“Bruh...I swear if you don’t knock on this damn door.”

“I am just...preparing mys-”

T’Challa didn’t get to finish his sentence as Erik pushed in front of him and knocked. There was a shuffling inside, then the door opened, revealing Max in a robe, holding a cup of orange juice. Her hair was disheveled and there was a look of satisfaction on her face.

“Oh...T’Challa. I didn’t expect you back so soon. I had a great time last night.” She said, giving T’Challa a sly smile.

“Ohhhh shit! You knocked down her walls bruh??”

“Erik shut up! You...did we...we had sex last night?” T’Challa questioned. Max’s face dropped, then her brows furrowed in anger.

“You know what? Fuck you!” Max threw her cup of orange juice in T’Challa’s face. Erik jumped back, avoiding the splash, not holding in any of his laughter.

“Yooooooo! You want me to beat her ass cuz? These hands rated E for Everybody!”

T’Challa stood solemnly as the door slammed shut in his face. T’Challa raised a slow hand and wiped the orange juice from his face. He slowly knocked on the door.

“Go away!” Max called from inside.

“Max, regardless of your feelings towards me, I need to speak to you right away!”

The door swung open.

“Look. This is exactly why I didn’t want any part in you guys taking those weird pills last night.”

“Wait what?? What fucking pills?”

Max gave them a look.

“You two... really don’t remember anything from last night do you?”

“As the westerners say, DUH.”

“Well T’Challa said he wanted to meet with me at the club. You guys were super late and when you got there you were already drunk. Then some guy approached you and gave you some really weird pills. I don’t take nothing I don’t know about so I can’t relate.”

“What man gave us the pills Max? Do you remember?”

“I don’t know, he was a really young dude. M’Baku kept calling him CUZ and you kept calling him BROTHA.”

“Whoa whoa whoa. Adrian gave us some fuckin drugs? What the fuck going on here?”

“Like I said I don’t know, then Erik and M’Baku got into some altercation and M’Baku threw Erik through a damn wall then we all got kicked out.”

Erik put up a hand.

“Aye, you lying now. I didn’t get thrown arou-”

“Like a rag doll.” Max interjected.

“Wai-”

“You flew like a bird. Yelling like Sisqo the whole way.”

“I am quite enjoying this fact.” T’Challa said, a big grin on his face.

“Nigga shut up Tropicana. What else happened Isis?”

Max shrugged.

“That’s about it. Oh, and ya’ll kept saying brunch when yall got there. It was real weird.”

-

​“I’m sorry, but you two have been banned from this establishment.” Stephanie looked meek as T’Challa and Erik stood outside of their brunch spot.

​“What did we do?”

​“You caused quite the racket…”

​Erik tuned her out as he saw a familiar conquest walking by, dressed in waitress garb and holding a tray of mimosas.

​“Ayo Lisa!! Lisa!!”

​It took a couple of times before Leslie realized someone was calling her name. Astonished, she walked up to Erik, took a mimosa from her tray and threw it in Erik’s face.

#m’baku #black panther #m’baku imagine #black panther fanfiction #fanfiction #black reader #t’challa #erik killmonger #kings trip

[thekrazykeke]

Title: Best I Ever Had

Fandom(s): Black Panther, MCU

Relationship(s): T’Challa x reader. T’Challa & Okoye. Reader x OC. Ayo & reader.

Request: Any time I read a story about Reader fucking up or not doing right by Tchalla she’s either evil or he just leaves her crying in the dust. I want a fic where she fucks up but apologizes, confesses how much she really loves him and is just scared, and HE. FORGIVES. AND LOVES. HER. And she shows him how much she loves him...wink wink. Basically what we do for Erik in these docs where he fuck up but we forgive him! Except Reader and his level of fucked up! Thank you!

Requester: Anonymous

Summary: I’m not afraid of commitment. I’m afraid of surrendering control too quickly, of putting my heart in hands that do not know how to hold it.

Warning(s): Angst, bad decisions, fluff

(Suffer with me) @adiafegan @wikiwakanda @melaninmarvel

Honestly, T’Challa is a cinnamon roll and if anyone’s unhappy in a relationship, just end it. I give that advice every time, you do more damage staying with somebody who you honestly don’t even like because you scared to be alone/lonely. That’s fucked up, so just let that person go, let them be with someone who can appreciate them. Anywho! I know it’s probably implied in the request about ‘Erik’s level of fucked up’ meaning she is supposed to be having an affair/cheating but I couldn’t go through with the whole thing because I’ma sucka. 

#CheatersNeverProsper

~

You had been born in a country that didn’t want you and fighting against a system designed to keep you at the bottom, scrambling for scraps. Being black in America meant that from jump street, you’re at a disadvantage. Even more so, you’re a black woman, and that comes with it’s own set of stereotypes and little boxes to be checked off so other minorities and Caucasians can feel justified in their treatment of you. 

Be too loud, then you hood. Talk too soft, then you shy, overlooked. Dress conservatively, you a square. Show some skin and you a ho. So what do you do with these mixed messages thrown in your face all the time? 

Not give a fuck!

Or at the very least, master the art of pretending to not give a fuck. 

Mama taught you to be independent and how to take care of yourself, pay your bills on time and be a lady. Daddy had a gambling addiction and while he could be sweet as gold, the pipe dream of hitting big and being a millionaire is too tempting for him to kick; you learned that some people are just lost causes.

The core lessons stuck. 

Throughout your life, you bumped your head, stumbled and got lost trying to find who you are as a person. You lost friends along the way, chasing your dreams. Romanticist to the core but you’d been played too many times to the point where you knew all the tricks; you ended up being the one calling the shots in relationships. 

No one had the power to hurt you anymore because you wouldn’t let them. 

One night them and move on, that’s the number one rule. 

Until T’Challa Udaku. 

He swept in your life and thrown everything out of wack. You was used to the hood niggas, fools who wanted you to spread your legs and close your mouth or the hoteps who were fake ‘woke’ and wanted you to be ‘all natural’ and worship them for breathing. Workplace hook ups were entirely too messy. Businessmen, lawyers, doctors, etc. were serious about their craft but they tended to prioritize work over relationships in your limited scope of experience. 

This man, though? 

He was...He is good. 

He treated you with respect, listened to and valued your opinion. Had no issue with spending money on you and wouldn’t complain about the price for anything, opened doors for you and treated you as if you were important, beautiful. T’Challa is one of those rare, one of a kind people and for some reason he wanted you. Can you imagine that? You, one of the many translators that the U.N. had employed but out of everyone there during the press conference where he made history by announcing on live television that Wakanda would be more involved in the world, and share it’s resources, after decades of isolationism, it’s you who caught the attention of a king?

Talk about surreal. 

Admittedly, you thought that T’Challa was just after some easy pussy. You wasn’t no ugly bitch, you’re confident enough to say that much, but you didn’t have time for other people’s foolishness, not even, maybe even especially, a king. Thus, you ignored the chemistry between y’all and tried to keep from lusting over his sexy, polite ass. 

It’s an exercise in failure. 

The first time you ended up in his bed, or to be specific, in a ritzy upscale hotel and he’s all up in ya guts, hitting your G-spot and making you see stars, the morning after, you blamed it on being drunk even though all you did was nurse a beer all night. You tried to sneak up outta there without causing a scene but the Dora Milaje caught you; Okoye didn’t think much of you but your presence seemed to amuse Ayo, her amusement growing when T’Challa joined y’all in the hallway and dismissed them. He wanted to see you again and you made up an excuse for why you couldn’t, or so you tried. It’s a little hard to stick to your guns when he’s french kissing you so sensually and skillfully, reminiscent of when his tongue had played wit yo punani...

Long story short, he’d gotten his way, much to your (delayed) irritation.

Again and again, y’all linked up and the dicking down that you got is always good. Your prerogative is to keep your distance and although you had tried, there’s just something about T’Challa that drew you in, made the walls around your heart trembled and shivered with the need, the want to come down and let him in, especially when he’s open with you. Somehow this had been going on for a month before he asked you if you would date him and despite your misgivings, despite the instinctive response to deflect and retreat, you told him yes. Yes, you told him even though you wouldn’t allow him to come to your house. Or meet any family members. Yes, you told him and while you liked him, truthfully, you’re sprung and in love, you still tried to remain a sense of separation, of independence because that’s all you knew and the rings of self-preservation crawled up your spine every day that you spent at his side and he proved to be a genuinely good man. 

Good men didn’t love like damaged women such as you.

The two of y’all had been together for just under four months now and it’s clear that he wants more. Hell, he deserves more, deserves better. And part of you wants to give in and trust that T’Challa will catch you, each time your mouth opens to throw caution to the wind, you become frozen and chicken out. Maybe it’s that type of vulnerability which Sebastian DeMarco, your ex, sensed and capitalized on, suggesting that y’all get drinks and catch up while he’s in town. Any other day, you’d have refused, cited work, going to church on Sunday, or any other random thing you could think up. 

No, not this time, this time, you said yes. And you didn’t tell T’Challa about it. You said that you were working late and that you’d see him tomorrow. He’d texted back an affirmative, the response a little more clipped than usual since y’all had gotten into an argument earlier. 

For the first time in awhile, you didn’t think about anything or anyone’s feelings, let alone your own. You got turnt the fuck up, bih! It was so much fun, so easy to get a rush of this type of energy. Sebastian had always been fun type, wild and carefree, why hadn’t you hung out with him again before now?

Turning to ask him, you blink when his lips are on yours. 

Just as you go to shove at his chest and demand what the fuck--

“Y/N.” 

Oh. No. 

Heart beginning to pound with anxiety, drunkenness starting to wear off, you turn to see that it’s T’Challa and another male, some resemblance to him, possibly his cousin that he sometimes talked about? 

“Ba--” You try to take a step toward him while the other guy immediately went after Sebastian (”Wassup, nigga!?” “Whoa, whoa, whoa, bro, I’m just tryna smash!”). 

“You told me that you were working late.” T’Challa stated, voice frighteningly blank. “You lied to me.”

“I just needed a night to myself.” The minute to those words leave your mouth, you know it’s a mistake. Hurt flashes across his face before his features become frighteningly blank. 

“Do not worry. You can have the rest of your nights to yourself, from here on out, Y/N Y/L/N.” He says in the coldest tone you’ve ever heard from him. “N’Jadaka!” Calling out sharply to the other, at the corner of your eye, you see that Sebastian’s face is a mess of bruises and bloody. “Let us go. We are done here.” 

“Nigga, is you forreal?! He kisses yo girl and you letting his punk ass walk away breathing?”

“T’Challa, please.” You try to plea, but he ignores you.

“Now, cousin.” As T’Challa turns to go, you reach out for his hand and he dodges your touch. “Do not---!” Biting back words, he shook his head, disappointed and disgusted.  

You stand there, trembling with suppressed emotions, watching as he got further and further away from you, his cousin chewing him out,  tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat. Leaving Sebastian groaning on the ground, you find a cafe and have the owner call you a cab. Once you arrive at home, you stand in your empty, lonely apartment. Hand going to your head, you walk past a mirror hanging on the wall, pausing as you catch sight of yourself. 

You look shell-shocked, dumbfounded. Like a woman who had the world in her hands but lost it because she was an idiot. A surge of anger flows through you and you yank the mirror off the wall, flinging it. 

Shards of glass decorating the wooden floor. 

Pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes, you laugh and laugh and laugh. Until you cry. For the longest, you just stand there, shoulders shaking and breath seizing your throat as you tried to be silent in your misery. 

And things do not look brighter in the morning. In fact, things look absolutely shitty. Your head hurts because you’re hungover, you can’t talk because your voice is scratchy and you just look like a straight up mess because you fell asleep on the couch, without a bonnet or scarf or nothing. 

Wolf Woman is a thing now. 

If you had the power of time travel, you’d rewind back to two days ago, when you’re in another fancy hotel room, T’Challa tracing the words, ‘I love you’ into your skin while you were ‘asleep’. You cry in the shower because of that. You cry while making breakfast. 

You cry before you leave out for work.

Sebastian calls you while on break and you let it go straight to voicemail. Then delete his number and contact info that he’d snuck into your phone yesterday. God, was it really just yesterday when your whole world came crashing down? Fingers hovering over the buttons, you stare at the screen for a new text message, leg bouncing up and down with anxiety. What do you say, what could you say? Exhaling roughly, you send him the address to your apartment and turn off your cellphone, because you’re a coward. 

Even now you’re trying to protect yourself from more pain and rejection. 

If he doesn’t show up, he doesn’t show up. You’ll accept it. Leave his life and let him move on with someone else. That’s what a good person would do, right? Right, and you’re trying to be better. Throughout the day, you try to focus, but it’s pointless as your mind keeps going back to him and you know your boss is irritated by your behavior but you’re not called out on it, thankfully.

When you get home, it’s not T’Challa waiting for you, but Okoye and Ayo. 

You’re barely able to get a foot out of the car before the General of the Dora Milaje is on you and not in a sexy way, but in a threatening, I will end you type of manner. Her elbow is braced against your throat, applying pressure and she smacks the shit out of you more than once. Literally, you don’t think you have any taste left in your mouth or feeling in your face before Ayo pulls her off.

“Have you no shame?!” The fierce, bald woman demanded, her eyes wild, angry.

“General...General, stop.” 

“You think that because he is soft for you that you can treat our king in any manner--” Ayo blocks her before she can lunge at you again. “I should kill you!”

“I just want to see him.” You say, calm and even toned, heart racing with adrenaline. 

“And you think you have the right?!” Okoye presses a hand on Ayo’s shoulder, about to push her aside but Ayo isn’t budging. “I knew you were not right for him...I told him, I knew it!”

Before you can come up with something witty or smart-alecky to get another smack across the face, “That is not up to you.” 

Okoye ceases trying to murder you for the moment, “Kumkani...”

Ayo hesitantly let her go. 

“We will discuss this breach of trust and insubordination later.” T’Challa says calmly, as if he hadn’t just probably witnessed that embarrassing one sided fight. “Dismissed.” 

“Kumkani...” Disbelief coats Okoye’s voice and features. Ayo, however, merely crossed her arms in the Wakandan salute, marching away. “T’Challa, are you really going to just forgive...” Looking at you with disgust, she closes her mouth, curtly nodded before she also saluted and marched away.

Silence lingers between the two of you for several seconds. 

“Do you want to...come in? Talk, maybe.”

“I do not think that is the best idea.” T’Challa stated, clipped and short. “I should be going as well. I only followed them because I wanted to know what all the secrecy was about and now I have my answer. It does not interest me.”

“Please, T’Challa...” Hand on his wrist, you’re surprised that he allows this. But also, you’re elated because only a day without him and you think that you’re going crazy. You had spent so long with his arms around you, in constant contact, that now that you’re on you’re own, you’re constantly cold, bereft. “Please, just five minutes. Please.”

T’Challa half turned to face you, looking down at you with a blank expression, “I told you that I was done with you.” 

“You’re going to throw away me away for one kiss that I didn’t even initiate?” Again, you’re putting your foot in your mouth. “He kissed me. He kissed me, I didn’t want it.”

He scoffed. “Yet you let him kiss you all the same.”

“I was going to push him away. You came across us before I even got the chance--” His hand is on yours now, he’s trying to get you to let go. “I’m telling the truth, T’Challa, please. If you would just listen to me...”

“You had months to talk to me!” T’Challa shouted. Then when he realized you were staring at him with huge eyes, his normal soft tone returned, “You had months and you chose to just lead me on. Making a fool of me, Okoye was r--”

And you couldn’t stand this anymore. “I was scared, okay?!” Apparently today is the day for dramatic outbursts. “I was t-terrified....of the way...that you make me feel and I...” Vision going blurry with tears, they fell down your cheeks unchecked. “When I get scared, I try and push the problem away but I didn’t want to push you away. And I’m sorry I’m difficult and mean and I don’t always know how to talk about... about anything, but I love you. It’s scary because you see through me sometimes and I can’t...I can’t...” Hiccuping, you let go of his wrists to cover your face, trying to maintain some dignity. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for wasting your time. I’m sorry.” 

This is it, the end of the road, sis.

You had made your pitch and now that he’d seen you for the pathetic, waste of space that you are, just like you promised, you’d let him g--

T’Challa gently gripped each of your wrists, moving your hands out of the way. Embarrassment welled through you and in reaction, even more tears fell down your face. You want to stop crying but it’s so difficult and this isn’t cute or right, tears are not to be used like weapons against people that you loved, after all. “...Do you realize that this is most you have confided in me since we met?”

Guilt stabbed through you. “I’m sorry.” 

“Stop saying that.” He lets your wrists go and you let them drop to your sides. “...I was hurt by you kissing that man, yes. Or he kissed you, there is no real difference. But more than that, I was hurt that you lied to me about your whereabouts. I thought I needed time and space away from you, and while I am irritated by Okoye’s actions and interference in my personal matters, her concerns are well placed.”

Swiping at your eyes, you try to get ahold of yourself, “I know.” You bite your bottom lip to avoid apologizing again.

He lifts your chin, making you look at him. “Do you know? Do you understand how cruel you have been to me?” T’Challa doesn’t let you get a word in edgewise and keeps speaking, “We would probably both be better off and better people if we stop seeing each other.” You try and look away but again, he makes you keep eye contact. 

“But like the fool that I am, weak as you make me, I still love you.”

Then much to your astonishment, T’Challa is crying too. 

You probably look like two idiots, crying outside like that and making gossip for your neighbors, but you don’t care. For once, the facade of being a strong, take no shit type of woman is the last thing on your mind as you blubbered, apologizing over and over again. Eventually though, the two of y’all did migrate to your apartment. The reality that you could have lost him, and very much still could if you didn’t handle your shit like an actual functioning adult and communicate more, hit you full force in the face. 

“‘Challa.” Fingers massaging the pulse point of his left hand, you waited until he hummed, showing that he’s listening, “I love you.” Glancing up, you see that the umber skinned male is watching you. Maintaining eye contact, you guide his hand downdowndown, the fabric of your booty shorts the only obstacle, “I love you and I don’t want anyone else to t-t-to...touch me...” Voice stuttering towards the end as his fingers have disappeared underneath the shorts and his long middle finger dips into your puss til the knuckle, sinking in and out, in and out. Hips rising of their accord, wanting more of that touch, still, you tried to stay on script. With shaking, unsteady fingers, you got the zipper of his pants down. When he added another finger, brushing up against your G-spot teasingly, you went a bit cross eyed before you clenched your eyes shut.

T’Challa smacked you on the ass, hard, causing you to flinch and moan. “Do not stop. This is about me right now, not you, and if you cum on my fingers before I am inside you...”

Oh God, the thought of cumming on this man’s fingers. Pulling down his boxers, his dick came free, saluting you practically; your lips find the mushroom head, kissing the tip before swirling your tongue around, collecting pre. You heard him let out a quiet hiss, abdominal muscles tensing and flexing before he relaxed, and rewarded you by adding one more finger. Deciding to be a bit of a tease too, you massaged his balls gently, kissing along either side of his cock for a few seconds and just before he could warn you again, you took him in your mouth. His hand is on the nape of your neck and his hips rose, making you take more and more, relaxing your jaw, you let him use you, fuck your throat. 

By now, you’re practically soaking his hand and maybe even the couch. 

You could probably cum from this. 

As if sensing wayward train of thought, T’Challa removed his fingers and you let his dick fall out of his mouth without being told. 

“Come here.” There’s no way that you’d disobey. Half rising up, you straddle his waist, legs thrown over either side of him and you sloowly sink down on his cock. T’Challa’s hands are on your hips, fingers slightly bruising when you’re finally seated and he’s buried to the hilt. You have to pause for a second there because he’s not some small guy. It’s only when you’re squeezing his shoulder and wiggling in his lap does he start thrusting. The rhythm is slow and drawn out, he doesn’t rush to get off and he’s not going to let you off that easy either, you belatedly realize when you shuck off your shirt and his head dips to take a nipple in his mouth. 

T’Challa knows your body so well and he has the restraint to edge you over and over again, asking in a calm, almost unruffled tone, who you belong to, who is fucking you so good, and each time, you answer him, all but screaming himhimhim, you belonged to him. And just when you thought that you couldn’t take it anymore, he changed up the game again, delivering short, hard strokes to your G-spot, fucking you so good, so right and when you came all over his dick, screaming his name and probably disturbing your neighbors, but who cared cuz the dick was too bomb-- His spine stiffened and his hips stuttered as you clamped down around him, trying to suck him for every last drop of cum as he came inside you. Leaning heavily against T’Challa’s chest, you can feel his own heart thundered beneath your ear, “I love you.”

You heard him snort. 

Then his hand circled the nape of your neck, thumb caressing the skin. 

“I love you too.”

Not everything is magically fixed between the two of you, even with the best dick session to help things along, and the both of y’all knew that. But this was a start, y’all were going to work it out, then maybe, hopefully, be better in the future.

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bts reacts ; flinching during a argument

ayo ladies and gentlemen!

anon request; bts reacts to their s/o flinching during an argument?

yo. wassup y'all! so i'm here again with another react,  please make sure you read the message at the bottom of this post because yeah... it's kinda important, and even though i've already said it i'm still getting requests for reacts and imagines. but yeah, that's about it, thanks for reading my loves. i hope you all enjoy it and that's about it. let's get going!

seokjin;

he would raise his hand slightly to run his hand through his hair, face plastered with stress and anger, and you'd flinch. you actually flinched. his face would soften and his mouth would open wide.

"no- no, no, no._____, i- i would never," he'd stutter, his voice would start to crack and eyes water with hurt. did you actually think that he was going to hit you? "you have to believe me, _____. i wouldn't- i couldn't-" he adds, with the smallest tear rolling down his face.

you just stand there, looking at him, shocked and still a little scared. "you know, that don't y-you, you know i wouldn't hit y-you, right?" he'd ask, muttering as his sentence finished. "oh, god. princess, I'm so, so sorry," he'd say.

he'd walk over to you, and hug you as tight as ever. placing a small kiss on your forehead as he held you tight. "i love you, _____,"

"i love you too, jin," you state, hugging him back.

yoongi;

"for fucks sake, _____! just leave me alone- how many times do i need to tell you this? are you stupid?" yoongi would yell at the top of his voice. the anger in his face was highly noticeable, yet all you tried to do was to get him to relax after working for days straight without a break.

"yoongi..." you say quietly, hoping that he would cool down due to your quiet tone of voice. maybe it was a heat of the moment and he didn't really mean it.

"i said fuck off!" he yells, slamming his fist against the wall in frustration, but you- not noticing that he was actually going to hit the wall- flinched back in fear. your lips trembled and tears sprang from your eyes. the second eh sore you like this, his facial expression dropped and turned from anger to regret and sadness.

"i wasn't going to- oh gosh, no-" he says stumbling over his worlds, tears pricking his eyes as he realised what he just did. the scared expression on your face would literally wreck him inside, and that sad expression was because of him. "fuck," he'd mutter under his breath as you ran off.

he'd would literally chance after you, full speed, in hope you'd let him apologise. "_____, please- please!" he'd yell, but by this time you'd already locked yourself in the bathroom.

"yoongi, just go away-" you cry out, you knew he wasn't going to hit you- yoongi would never do that to you, but you still couldn't face him, not after that.

"____," he sighs, you could hear his breath getting heavy from through the door, and you could tell he was on the verge of tears too. "you know I'd never lay a finger on you, don't you?" he croaks out, "shit- _____, I'm so fucking sorry. you must believe me, i didn't mean to scare you,".

you slowly unlock the door, opening it slowly to see a broken yoongi. he couldn't believe he did that to you, and both of you knew he would never forgive himself for it. "oh, _____, I'm so, so sorry. i don't even know-" and his sentence was cut off with a light kiss.

"it's okay, yoongi. you didn't mean too," you smile at him, "i love you,".

"i love you too."

hobi;

you sat there, watching hobi curse to himself as he was trying to practice this dance for a show tomorrow, and for some reason he just wasn't getting it.

"baby, i think you should take a break, rest your body and mind for a second or so," you advise thinking it'd be best for him.

"no, i'll be fine," he huffed, practicing again and again, this one dance move he "couldn't perfect"- yet it looked pretty perfect from where you was standing. after another couple minutes later you stood up to go up to him, to get him to stop because you could tell he was over working himself.

"hobi, i really think-" "well i don't care what you think!" he yells over you, causing you to jump backwards in fright as he turned round speedily, almost knocking you over. and the second you stepped back he would be right next to you again, begging for your forgiveness.

"oh lord, i didn't mean to yell. please forgive me," he'd say, hurt that he was the one that scared you like this. "i'm so, so, so sorry. i shouldn't have done that."

"hobi, i'm fine," you say as he pulled you into a soft hug, wrapping his hands round your neck.

"god, i love you _____."

namjoon;

"_____, please. i need to finish the lyrics for this song, i'm already behind on writing them. i'll watch the movie in a moment," is what namjoon said... 5 hours ago. you understand that he has his work and his career to work for, but he keeps making endless promises and then never fulfilling them. yeah, once or twice isn't bad, but 13 times this month- yes, you've be counting- isn't okay, well not to you anyway.

he walked into your shared room, just as you was going to bed. "oh, i thought we was going to watch that film?" he asked, looking at you laid on your side.

"yeah, about 5 hours ago... I've always watched that film, and another one," you explained, a little bit of annoyance in your tone.

"well, if you was just gonna watch it on your own then you shouldn't have interrupted my work," he said under his breath. making you sass back at him; "and maybe you should stop ignoring me and breaking your countless promises. how about that?".

"whoa, _____. what the fuck? i'm trying to work, that's more important then spending time with you," he explained, but just made the situation worse. you looked at him, disbelief in your eyes.

"okay, wow, thanks. nice to know i'm important to you," you spat, getting out of bed and trying to walk out the room.

"hey, don't walk away from me. i didn't mean it like that," he sighed, but not wanting him to see you cry, you just carried on walking. "i said 'son't walk away from me'!" he yelled, causing you to literally jump out your skin.

his mind would flip out, doing summersaults and backflips with regret. "oh, baby... no, i wasn't going to," he muttered under his breath, pulling you into a hug from behind, assuring you that he would never hurt you.

jimin;

the second you flinch away from him, it'd be like a slap to his face and his heart would drop. his little angel was frightened, because of him, the person who vowed to never hurt her and look after her. like yeah, he must admit that he can be scary when he's angry but he would never in a million years dream about scaring you- hurting his world, his everything.

"baby," he says, but you'd just step back even more, and his steps would follow yours. "princess?" he lightly cups your chin, pulling your gaze up to his face. "i would never hit you, okay? i could never do that, I'd never forgive myself," he explains, looking at you in the eyes.

"baby, angel, please you have to believe me. i love you too much to ever, ever hurt you," he coos, pulling you lightly into a hug.

"i love you too, jimin," you sigh, into this chest.

taehyung;

"taetae, i need your help," you say trying to reach up for something on the top shelf, but obviously, you couldn't quiet get there.

"god, why can't you do anything yourself?" he snarls under his breath, before reaching up for the jar off the shelf and slamming it onto the side.

"well, i'm so sorry i cant reach it," you reply quietly, loosing the jar so it would open. but it took you a little effort, and you still couldn't do it.

"oh my god, _____, you're so incompetent!" he yells open the jar up for you before slamming the jar onto the side again, causing you to flinch backwards- your hands placing themselves onto the counter. the look on your face would cause his heart to crack into to pieces.

he took hold as your hand slowly. "i'm so sorry, I'd never-" he cut himself off "i would never hit you, i couldn't touch you in that way,". all he would do, not knowing what else to say- both from shock and not wanting to cry- was hug you tightly, reassuring you that he did love you and he wouldn't ever hurt you.

"i'm sorry," you mutter into his chest.

"no, i'm sorry, _____. you have no need to apologise."

jeongguk;

recently jeongugk had be upset- for a reason unknown, because, jeongguk being jeongguk, he wouldn't tell you. all you would do was comfort him and "cradle him" so that he knew you was there if he ever wanted to talk to you about what was on his mind.

one day you was making dinner and he walked in after work, then suddenly start to burst out crying. "whoa, jeongguk," you say, noticing that he was beyond upset at this point, you started to walk over to him to go and hug him but no- "stop fucking treating me like i'm a baby- i don't need cradling!" he practically screams. you swear you raised your two hands in front of your face, just to defend yourself from those strong fists that weren't even coming towards you- even though you assumed they were.

he'd stare at you, shock in his eyes. shocked because he actually yelled at you, and shocked because you actually flinched. he took one look at you before literally dropping down against the wall and breaking down, tears streaming down his face in hate for himself.

"i didn't mean to," he stutters through the tears "i-i love you, i couldn't do t-that," he says upset with himself.

"jeongguk, it's okay," you smile kneeling down to hug him "you didn't mean to, i know you didn't," you explained, holding him in your arms.

"i'm so sorry," he sniffles, hugging you back with a tight grip.

"i love you kookie."

hi guys, so i just would like to announce- since i've had a few requests- that i'm no longer taking requests for reacts or imagines because i have a lot of exams over the next few weeks and i need to revise. and, if you know me, you should know its takes me forever to write imagines and reacts but i just don't have the time to do so. however, moodboards and bullet imagines are still open. don't worry if you requested something from a week ago or so, i'm gonna empty my inbox and i won't be answering to new requests for reacts and imagines. thanks, and i hope you understand; school sucks massively.

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[arcxnumvitae]

Brown eyes slowly creaked open, the haze that covered them clearing to reveal to him a room. ...A room? It wasn’t a familiar one, he could tell that much. He tried to take in his surroundings but trying to gather his thoughts was difficult, it felt as if his mind was wading through sludge. Carefully, Arata slid out of the bed, his bare feet hitting the ground beneath with a wince as the movement caused a dull ache of pain to spread throughout his body. He looked down, spotting bandages that ran across his chest and shoulders, pain laying below the gauze. His mind wasn’t functional enough to wonder how he managed to acquire so many wounds, or how he ended up in an unfamiliar room, so instead Arata rose to his feet, eyeing the only door in sight. Each step was slow and painful but soon his hand gripped the doorknob and turned it, revealing to him a small but tidy living room. 

Light streamed in through the window, causing Arata to wince and shield his eyes, the last place where he had been had been dim and the sudden change in brightness stung his sensitive eyes. In the corner of his vision there was a shuffle of movement and Arata risked a glance towards it. There on the couch, among a mess of blankets with what looked like a textbook held in hands with scars that ran up to his elbows, sat a boy, his eyes wide and mouth open as he stared at him. He looked young, like a teenager, and at the sight of Arata he jumped to his feet. “Y-you’re up! Whoa!” Suddenly, he then turned to pat at the blankets on the couch, seemingly looking for something and muttering, “Of course Mani would be gone the moment you finally woke up, I’ve gotta...text her...where’s my phone?” 

Arata remained in place, practically using the door to hold him upright as he watched the other move with blank eyes. He was an...elf, he dully noted. Before he could possibly pursue that train of thought any further, the boy found what he was looking for and held up a cellphone triumphantly before he began to type away on it. “My name’s Ayo,” he introduced himself as his fingers flew across the phone. “We didn’t get a chance to ask before you passed out, which makes sense I guess considering how we found you, but what’s your name?” 

Silence greeted him, and the other paused what he was doing to lift curious eyes towards him. “Did you...did you hear me?” 

Rather than pay attention to his questions, his mind had begun to wander. How they found him? Arata tried to think, he was covered in bandages so he must have been hurt when they found him. But why was he hurt? 

At the lack of a response, Ayo tilted his head. “O-oh...are you...deaf...? But I guess you couldn’t hear the question anyways if you were...” The boy bit his lip, pressed a final button, and slid his phone in his pocket. “Um, alright, do something, anything if you can hear me. Nod once.” 

Brown eyes refocused at that, Arata’s brow furrowing as he gave a short nod. A bright grin grew on the other boy’s face at the small action. “Oh okay! I was worried! You seemed like you could hear us when we found you but I didn’t know if you lost it because of how badly you were hurt...? I don’t know, I’m not a doctor. I’m glad you’re up though! I don’t want to think of what would have happened if we stumble across you in that alley, but now I’m wondering how you got there in the first place.” His brow furrowed, “I’m not supposed to ask though so I won’t.”

The hand gripping the doorknob tightened as he listened. An alley...wounded...how he got there... How did he end up there? Arata wracked his brain, trying to remember. However, in an instant it all clicked into place, his breath stilling in his chest as he remembered. The sound of bullets in his ears, the pain of his own injuries, his mom’s sightless eyes.

His mom.

“Mani,” the other boy chattered on unaware, “that’s my sister by the way, she’s the one that found you, went out to go buy groceries just a few minutes ago, but I just sent her a text so she should be back soon so you can--hey!” he yelped in surprise, eyes widening, “Are you okay?” 

Arata hadn’t heard him, however, as his hand released the door knob, unaware of the dents that now marred it, as he sank to the floor. His eyes were wide and unseeing, hyperventilating as he wrapped his arms around himself. They were all dead. His mom, his mom was-- Lips moved but no sound came out as he repeated one word over and over again.

‘Maman. Maman. Maman.’

Arata shivered uncontrollably, unaware that Ayo had rushed towards him in concern and was now shaking his shoulder although the other gave no acknowledgement to the boy nor to the the fact that he’d pulled open his wounds again and blood was now soaking through the formerly clean bandages. 

It was supposed to be an ordinary meeting, nothing was supposed to go wrong! But now, because of a few words from one man, the only person who’d ever meant anything to him had been ripped away. And he wasn’t even lucky enough to follow after her. Something within him flared to life, a flame of rage that threatened to overwhelm him. Alexander. He was going to kill him. If he did nothing else with the shell of a life that was left behind after that carnage, he was going to use it to strangle that man and gladly watch the last of the life leave his eyes--! 

Something entered his vision and Arata was suddenly pulled from his thoughts, tawny golden eyes meeting his own. A woman crouched in front of him, worry on her features as her hands rested on his shoulders and tried to still him as Ayo peered at the two of them worriedly from behind her. “You’re going to hurt yourself even more,” came the calm, commanding tone, but Arata couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop as it felt like he was gasping for air--

The woman’s expression tightened, eyes flicking away with hesitance in her gaze. But she seemed to make up her mind about something and she met Arata’s eyes, steel glimmering now where there was hesitation. “Go to sleep,” was all the other said and Arata blinked as he felt a sudden wave of exhaustion sweep over him. His body grew lax, fists unclenching as the tension drained from him, thoughts and rage now slipping into oblivion. His eyes began to close, the last thing he saw before they shut being two worried faces peering down at him.

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My Reaction to “Black Panther”

Wakanda Forever!

*silently scats along with the Marvel opening theme*

Is that TV in the background showing footage of the Rodney King riots?

T’Chaka’s Black Panther suit looks a lot more... refined... like it’s more stately and more like a military uniform a king would wear.

“... Grace Jones-looking chicks with spears.”  Oh my God...

Whoa...

Whoa wait... why is Nakia there...

Whoaaaa.....

Oh I like the music!

“Nakia... hi...”  Hahahaha!

OK, so this takes place right after “Civil War” or so.  Gotcha.

Ohhhhhhhhhh I’m so downloading this soundtrack when it comes out!

God, the Dora Milaje look so cool...

Wait, that’s the one lady [Ayo] from “Civil War!” 

Move... or you will be moved!  :D

Angela Bassett!

I’ve only just met T’Challa’s mom and sister and I love them already

Oh hey Michael B. Jordan!

That Igbo mask that Erik looks at (and eventually takes as we see in the trailer) kinda has the same outline as the bottom of the Wakandan ships.  Coincidence?

*mouth drops in shock when Andy Serkis comes on screen*

*Erik starts making out with one of the goons in the ambulance*  Oooohhhh....

I love these outfits!

Forest Whitaker!

Bor Gullet!  Boogity!

Wait, so you have to take a special something in order to have Black Panther powers?

“Can we all just wrap this up and go home?”  Hahaha!

Whoaaaaaaaa.....

M’Baku!  Man-Ape!

Ohhhh, you did not just insult T’Chaka...

Wait, I just noticed that the Jabari have their bodies covered in silver like gorillas!

Hooooo.....

Ohhh!!

Wait, why are they [T’Challa and M’Baku] being edged toward the edge of the waterfall?!?

Whoaaa... you can see it [the herb] course through his [T’Challa’s] veins!

It’s like freaking Kilgrave in the S1 finale of “Jessica Jones!”

I’m gettting some serious Lion King vibes...

Whooooooaaa!!

*slams hands on thighs with each word*  I want this soundtrack like yesterday!

I don’t wanna sound rude but does the actor who plays T’Chaka [John Kani] have a bum eye? 

Oooohhh are they [T’Challa and Nakia] holding hands?

That’s Daniel Kaluuya!

Wait, did Okoye just refer to W’kabi as “my love?”  Did I hear that right?

Wait, so if Wakanda hides its true nature from the world (when it comes to the production of vibranium), then what does it look like to the rest of the world?

I want Shuri’s white dress like right now

WHAAATTT ARE THOOOOOOSEEE?!?!?!?

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

Hahahaha oh my God, I love Shuri!

Ultimate Disney royal siblings:  T’Challa and Shuri.  They have joined the ranks, people.

All righty, South Korea...

Americans?  Wait, what?

IT’S ROSS!

“The King of Wakanda is here.”  Heck yeah he is!

Bilbo and Gollum reunited at last.

Wait, what, there’s a mixtape?

Klaue’s probably got a little bit of Die Antwoord on there probably.  Pink Floyd maybe?

Nooooooooooo he [Klaue] kept it [the vibranium] in his pants!

OH MY GOD IT’S ONE SHOT!

*Klaue realizes that he’s out of bullets*  Ohhhh ha haa!

“What side of the road is it?” Oh my gosh...

I hear you, Kendrick!

He [T’Challa] tipped the car with his claws!  Oh my God!

Noooooo she’s [Okoye] getting on top of the car....

Waaaaiiittt he’s [T’Challa] gonna do the flip....

Ooooooooohhhhh!

Okoye just freaking surfed on the debris like Legolas!

Did Klaue just lose his arm again?

*Klaue starts making kissing noises at the two-way mirror*  Oh my Godddd....

What’s that language that Okoye speaks when she threatens Ross?  Is that Xhosa?

“Does she speak English?”  “When she wants to.”  OHHHHHHH!!!

*Klaue starts singing “What is Love?”*  I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS

*sing songs*  There he [Erik] is...

Whaaaat?!?

“Great.  Another broken white boy for us to fix.”  Pffftt....

Oh I like the layout of Shuri’s lab

“... or your Bonnie and Clyde routine ends today!”  Wait, what?

*Erik pulls down his lower lip*  Whoaaaaa...

They killed Andy Serkis!

Is that Sterling K. Brown?  That is!

Oh noooo... is that Klaue’s corpse?  Euuggghhhh!

“Don’t scare me like that, colonizer!”   Pfffttt.. hahaha!

I will say, this feels almost nothing like a typical Marvel movie and it’s super cool. 

I like that they don’t abruptly wedge the romance between T’Challa and Nakia in this movie.

“Hey, auntie.”  Oh my God....

“I [T’Challa] accept your [Erik’s] challenge.”  Wait, why?  You’re already king!

Whoaaa... the scar tattoos on Erik though!

Oh, c’mon T’Challa...

How many times is T’Challa getting stabbed in this movie?!?

*gasps loudly*

Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Okoye...

*sing songs*  Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit...

Whoaa.... wait, he didn’t land directly in the ancestral plain!  It’s just outside the place where his dad died!

Very clever, movie.  Very clever.

Wait, why would Killmonger burn all the herb?

Whaaaaattt... this camera angle though...

W’Kabi nooooo...

The set for M’Baku’s throne room is awesome

“I’m kidding.  We are vegetarians.”  Pfffffffffffffttttttt....

Martin Freeman is so short compared to the other cast members that it’s hilarious

*grinning uncontrollably*

“Ugggghhhhh, are you [T’Challa’s family] done?  Are you- are you done?”  Hahahaha!

“I could use an army.”  “Yeah you could, but no.”  *almost chokes on food in hilarity*

Whoa what?

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

LION KING VIBES OUT THE ROOF, BABY!

YES OKOYE!

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaatt?!?!?

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This end battle scene on the field is awesome

*gasps*

Nakia’s Dora Milaje armor is awesome

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Oh, go Ross!

“Oh shit.  Shit shit shit shit.”  Same, man.

Shuri!

How can you punch someobody in free fall?  Is that even possible?

This train scene with T’Challa and Erik arguing is really cool.

THE JABARI!

Noooooo Shuri’s lab!

Kick his [W’Kabi’s] ass, Okoye!

*slams hands on thighs with each word*  I WANT THIS SOUNDTRACK LIKE YESTERDAY!

Oh shit!

Wait...

“Just bury me in the ocean.  Bury me in the ocean with those who threw themselves off the ships...because they knew death was better than bondage ”  ... no words...

I’m... speechless...

*T’Challa and Nakia kiss*   Whoooooooo!!

Ohh that was a nice transition shot

“... I thought you meant Coachella or Disneyland.”  Hahahaha!

*T’Challa sets up an outreach center in America*  Oh that’s awesome

I am totally digging T’Challa’s scarf

“What is a nation of farmers [Wakanda] gonna offer to the rest of the world?”  Hahahaha...

Martin Freeman literally has the same reaction as me

BUCKY!

#the blogger reacts #black panther #black panther spoilers #marvel #tchalla #nakia #erik killmonger #michael b jordan #kendrick lamar #ulysses klaue #andy serkis #chadwick boseman #okoye #mbaku #the lion king #Disney #shuri #martin freeman #dora milaje #wkabi #daniel kaluuya #ayo #angela bassett #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #bucky barnes #wakanda

[sadrien]

what’s the stitch? | pt.1

on ao3

from the high school senior that brought you wanna chat? comes another chat fic that no one asked for

just so we're all on the same page, alya has the fox miraculous, nino the turtle, and chloe the bee. i latched onto this team of miraculous holders a while back and now i'm just throwing up random stuff. initially i wasn't going to write more than a small snip of this but @breeeliss​ is a horrible enabler (<3)

i'm still working on the dynamics for them, especially since they're still getting to know each other, so sorry if it's rough

anyway let's do this

18:23

Cat: What does this do? Oh COOL

Bee: what in fresh hell is this

Turtle: yo wassup this is rad wait lemme see…

Fox: HELLA

Ladybug: Chat what the hell did you do

Cat: Hey don’t blame me for being bored

There are fun settings on these things and I wanted to explore them

Fox: this is rad as hECK

Bee: i hate you all

Fox: this is going to be lit i cant believe i can text the crew through a weapon the magic whatevers that created these things knew what was up

Turtle has changed their name to michael angelo

michael angelo: hell yeah

Cat: Whoa what we can do that!!

Bee: this is going to be the most obnoxious chat ever i can feel it let me leave

Cat has changed their name to :3

Bee: holy shit let me out wait why the hell don’t these things have emojis i am personally offended

:3: Ah yes let me just call up the ancient gods and ask them to install emojis on our weapons

Bee: listen here you piece of shit

Fox has changed their name to foxy lady

Bee: can i give back my miraculous i don’t want it anymore

foxy lady: this is the best thing to ever happen

michael angelo: aYO

:3: I love it It’s like a less awful skype

Ladybug: Can we maybe try to keep this for talking about where akumas are?

:3: Hmmm

foxy lady: i mean we COULD

Bee has changed their name to beeutiful

beeutiful: ;*

michael angelo: yeah no way thats happening ladybug

:3: Its bonding!!!

Ladybug: Now I want to leave

:3: Awww join in on the fun my lady! Please??? Team bonding

foxy lady: @chat do u know how 3 get youtube on these things ive got videos to send

beeutiful: ummm what sort of videos?

foxy lady: ;)

michael angelo: if you send a meme ILL give up my miraculous

foxy lady: good we dont need u

Ladybug: Did you say team bonding??

:3: Yes that’s exactly what this is Duh

 6:13

michael angelo: well shit i really hope your kwami alert you of messages or something cause im actually going to use this the way its supposed to be used akuma at eiffel tower

 6:17

beeutiful: disgusting i’ll be there in a minute

:3: You’ll BEE there?

beeutiful: im going to punt you off the tower

foxy lady: i ws going to tell u 2 shut up unfortunate wheres the bug @

michael angelo: um??? backup??????? please????

foxy lady: OH right omw

 6:19

Ladybug: Ill be there in a sec

 6:48

foxy lady: i cant believe u all bolted like that i was gonna ask if we could do breakfast

Ladybug: I’m about to destransform, sorry! Ill talk to you all later but really since my kwami can only tell me that I have a message but not whats in it please try not to talk here too much I wont be able to tell whats important

:3: I can’t beelieve this

beeutiful: im literally going to rip your head off

foxy lady: everything is important anyway food i guess ill find some on my own then on my own pretending hes beside me :’(

beeutiful: @ladybug if you figure out how to mute this please let me know because oh my god

michael angelo: bro im just gonna snag a bag of chips before class

:3: Healthy

michael angelo: what was the last thing you ate cat boy?

:3: You’re going to judge me

beeutiful: im always judging you

foxy lady: oooooo

michael angelo: what are you a health nut or osmething cn?

:3: Not by choice

foxy lady: unfortunate

michael angelo: alright next patrol were getting super cheap pizza

foxy lady: and fries and milkshakes and possibly also hamburgers superheroing makes me hungry

beeutiful: ewwwww

foxy lady: dont like junk food???

beeutiful: no!!! its greasy and disgusting and sooo bad for your skin like who wants to deal with THAT

:3: Ok true I don’t have time to deal with acne

foxy lady: u both have unfairly perfect skin

michael angelo: ^^ true tho how do you manage that??

beeutiful: good genes and a fantastic skin care routine sure i’m naturally gorgeous but it takes a little work to reach true perfection

:3: So many different types of scrubs and creams So many that I could drown in them And also makeup Usually concealer and foundation every day

beeutiful: true my contour btw? art

foxy lady: thats cool but u havent seen my cat eye

:3: ;)

michael angelo: yeahhh makeup isnt my jam i suck at it 0/10 not attempting again

beeutiful: what!!!! makeup is EVERYONES jam i mean if you don’t like it whatever but with practice and patience you too can look as good as moi if you think you don’t look good with makeup on it’s just cause you’re not doing it right trust me

foxy lady: yeah bro if we didnt have these masks id totally do u up during patrol one night

:3: Add that to the list of things to do if we ever reveal our identities Makeovers

michael angelo: theres a list???

beeutiful: wait i thought we could never ever tell each other ever boss’ rules

:3: A cat boy can dream

foxy lady: do we think ladybug likes makeup

beeutiful: oh my god the most important question shit i’m about to detransform anyway check out my contour next time we’re out because it’s flawless

michael angelo: im out too ive been pushing it later dudes

foxy lady: and then there were two

:3: Benefits of using catacylsm at the end I guess

foxy lady: :P this miiiiight b difficult if we can only use it when transform eh w/e ill take what i can get

:3: Same honestly

 17:34

foxy lady: im bored and my actual friends are busy

 17:39

michael angelo: so we arent your friends then

beeutiful: i am not your friend

foxy lady: wow rude

michael angelo: what saving paris together doesnt make us friends?

beeutiful: as if!! being my friend is a privilege it’s like getting access to an exclusive club

foxy lady: soooooooooooo u dont have many friends then

beeutiful: fuck you i have plenty of friends

:3: Children please Ladybug is literally going to have my head

michael angelo: broski you were talking wiht us earlier

:3: Yeah but I didn’t have her glare burning holes into my soul the entire time

foxy lady: UR!!!!!!!!WITH LADYBUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:3: Yeah of course I’m with Ladybug?

beeutiful: and why exactly were we not invited??

:3: Parents need alone time sometimes

michael angelo: oh my god

foxy lady: #rude #betrayal #urnotmyrealdad #ettuchatnoir #whentheydontloveuback

beeutiful: stop before i hunt you down and stop you myself

foxy lady: #fucku

michael angelo: question is lb seriously that annoyed

:3: She’s not thrilled Hmmm how to Got it

:3 has sent a photo [selfie of Chat Noir smiling and holding up a peace sign with an unamused Ladybug in the background]

michael angelo: well thats a look i never want to face head on

foxy lady: rip u id face it down if it meant i got to spend more time w ladybug

beeutiful: fangirl much

foxy lady: oh shut up i kno ur the same

beeutiful: oh do you????

foxy lady: ummm yeaH i remember our first day do u

beeutiful: shit

michael angelo: i like to block most of that day from my memories

beeutiful: no one asked you shellhead

:3: Children please Wait really?

michael angelo: ehhh i mean it was really cool and life changing and all that shit but also i embarrassed myself in front of two of the most awesome people ever so yeah

beeutiful: kiss up

michael angelo: listen my dude i was not ready to be a superhero before this the most exercise i got was climbing the stairs to my apartment and the occasional run from akumas

Ladybug: To be fair Chat and I werent ready either

foxy lady: !!!!!!!!!! she speaks!!! ok but ive been prepping to b a superhero since i was like 4

beeutiful: same actually

:3: I watched way too much Sailor Moon not to be ready But I still wasn’t ready Lots of face planting

Ladybug: It gets easier and you have chat and I for help You dont have to figure this all out on your owns

:3: True Doing it by ourselves was unfurrtunate

beeutiful: moment ruined

foxy lady: im tearing up thank u i feel loved

michael angelo: ok so who wants to teach me tricks to get out of class and work for akuma attacks because bru h

:3: Uhhhh

Ladybug: Um

:3: You’re on your own good luck

beeutiful: wow you’re a great mentor we’re so lucky to have you

Ladybug: Be creative in your lies and dont repeat the same ones too often??? But also dont get too extravagant because then its a mess and gets out of hand Now stop messaging here its annoying!!!!!!!!!!!

 19:03

:3: Does anyone have cheese?

Ladybug: Chat if this isnt relevant I will end you

:3: I swear it is!

beeutiful: umm yes why??

:3: I need some We’re out and I didn’t realize Could you meet me somewhere with it?

beeutiful: i guess if it’s that important? what kind

:3: It is that important Anything If you have camembert that But anything

michael angelo: how is this relevant

:3: Grumpy hungry kwami

beeutiful: i have camembert how do you not have food for your kwami?

:3: It’s been a long week sue me Tower in ten?

beeutiful: i can’t believe i’m doing this but yes you owe me whiskers

 19:11

foxy lady: thisll be the weirdest brush contact paris has ever seen

#marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #chloe bourgeois #alya cesaire #my fics #whats the stitch #this is ridiuclous om gody