#black panter imagine

[ppawmpkin]

Riri Williams Smut HeadCannon

Riri Williams x Black Fem Reader

Description: Making Riri Williams Squirt.

“tell me how much you like when im inside you, ri? how much you like when im fucking my pussy dumb?” you said, smiling as you watched her pretty pussy take in all of you. you couldn’t help but be proud of her for being so good for you, taking your assault on her cunt with little to no complaints. “i-i love it so fucking much, ma.” she moaned, heavy pants between the interludes of her words. you loved hearing her so fulfilled by you, knowing that you were the only one who could make her a needy, wet mess.

you pushed into her harder, feeling her legs wrap around you as you hit her spot over and over again with more force each time you pushed back inside her velvet walls. “shit. don’t stop, baby.” she whined, feeling that tightness in her core increase with every thrust of your hips. you could feel it too, how she wrapped around you with every movement, sending a sensation of bliss straight through you. “you’re so tight for me, pretty. so fucking tight.” you praised, staring at her fucked out face, her eyes filled with tears.

she gasped feeling herself inching closer to the edge of her high, her cunt pulsing around you even more quicker now. “fuck. ma, please, please lemme come.” she pleaded, slurring her words slightly, a pretty pout on her full lips. you thrusted in her even harder at the words, making her brown eyes roll to the back of her head. it was downright nasty, the squelching of her pussy and the slapping for your skin against hers as you worked you both to a release.

“wait just a lil bit, baby. i wanna make you squirt all over this dick, ok?” you coed, in a world of your own. feeling the peak of your orgasm creeping closer with every time her walls sucked you in. you rubbed two fingers on her sensitive clit, hearing her loud moans as you put her senses in overdrive. she almost couldn’t take it, the overwhelming feeling making her toes curl.

“there we go, cum for me, princess.” you panted, curses following as you filled her with your essence, fucking your cum into her greedy cunt. “shit.” riri dragged, her juices sputtering all over your stomach, soaking the off white bedsheets beneath her. you smiled lazily at the sight, “such a good girl, hm? squirting all on me like i wanted you to, yea?” slowly, you rode out your orgasm with her, gradually slowing down your thrust and letting you body slump on top of hers.

after awhile you placed gentle, sweet kisses on her neck, to compensate for any roughness you used, telling her how much you loved her in between each one. she hummed softly, placing her arms around your waist. “mhm, don’t be tryna be all soft now. you is just nasty.” she said, playfully scrunching her face up to mimic disgust. “but you loved every bit of it, so what that make you?” you retorted, kissing her lips before she could argue with you.

“you just as nasty in fact, maybe even worser.” you said, making her roll her eyes at you. she knew it was true though, she was down for anything when it came to you and you only. “i gotta be when you doing me so good, got me seeing stars and shit.” she said, staring into your eyes with a mischievous look on her face. “mhm, at least you can admit it. usually i could have you floating off the bed and you’ll still lie.”you joked, making her lightly smack your arm. “you better savor it.” she said, raising an eyebrow to you.

“oh trust me, i am.” you replied.

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[lunathebee]

Has anyone made a trilogy where the reader is a pretty mermaid who meets Namor and then falls in love, and the final chapter will be him and her swimming-dancing (idk, it's like a mating dance) with Con la Brisa playing in the background or do I have to do that? Come on y'all, I've already got a few things up my sleeve-

"You're a mutant, like me." "Yes..." 

*Y/n shows Namor the pearl jewelry* "Isn't it pretty?" "Yes, so pretty- ah yes the pearl bracelet?...pretty"

Namor shows Y/n his kingdom, Talokan, watching her swim around smiling and interacting with his people.

"What is shining so brightly?" *Namor is too busy staring at her sparkling eyes to answer*

UGH THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS 

#namor #namor fic #namor imagine #namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #kulkukan #black panter wakanda forever #luna 1braincell 💭

[clearlydiamondz]

The Game

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader 

Part Four

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Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

Warnings: SMUT! Strong language, 

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For the past couple of days, (Y/N) has been catching up on everything that she needed. Tonight was a huge back to school event on the football field and a huge after party. 

The majorette team were on for a performance tonight, so (Y/N) woke up earlier than usual so that she could get everything that she needed done today. She ran some last minute errands before she came back to the house.

She sat at her makeup table, doing her hair before her phone started to vibrate. She picked it up seeing it was an incoming facetime call from Erik. She clicked the green button then placed her phone against her makeup brush organizer. It connected and his popped up on the screen. He was laying in bed with his hand behind his head and his bicep flexed in the camera. He looked like he was just waking up. 

“Wassup mamas.” his voice was definitely raspier and deeper. And his voice was already deep and raspy. It immediately made an aching sensation in her lower abdomen. 

“Hi, what’s up?” she asked looking into the mirror putting her curlers in her hair. 

“Nothin much, just waking up.” he said. She looked at the time before saying,

“It’s 12:30. Shouldn’t you be up?” she teased him as he smacked his teeth at her. 

“Actually I woke up at seven and went to the gym. Came home, took a shower, ate some breakfast and took an hour nap.” he said. She let out a mhmm before he chuckled. “What have you been doing?” he said emphasizing on the you. 

“Well I had a debate team meeting at 10:45 this morning, I went for a jog at like 9 o’clock. Now I’m home, doing my hair for my performance tonight.” she told him. He nodded his head before sitting up. 

“Oh yeah. I want you to come over to my house and get ready over here. I wanna see you before the rally and have you here after the party. I want to spend some time with you.” he said walking into his bathroom. 

“The party ends at like one in the morning. I wouldn’t wanna go to your house then back to mine.” she said. She noticed she was on mute not hearing any of the background noises. Finally she heard it and water running. 

“My bad, I was using the bathroom. But yeah, I want you to stay the night.” he said washing his hands. She was thrown off by the statement emotions running through her head. She was nervous, excited, scared, and overall happy that he wanted to spend time with her. 

“Sure, no problem.” she said before turning around. “I have to pack a lot of stuff though, for my performance and stuff.” she warned him looking behind her at the mess on the bed. 

“Okay, make sure you pack enough clothes..” he reminded her. 

“When do you want me to come?” she asked him before continuing her hair. He grabbed his toothbrush placing the toothpaste on it. He shrugged his shoulders. 

“Right now.” he said honestly. She smiled at the eagerness. 

“Well, I’ll finish doing my hair then I’ll head over there. Just send me your address.” she told him. He picked up his phone, sending it to her. 

“How long till you come?” he asked her as she looked at her apple watch. 

“Maybe.. an hour?” she estimated. She wanted to go right that instant but her hair wasn’t done and she didn’t want to do it over at his house.  

“Mhm, I’ll be waiting on you.”

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She pulled up to his apartment building, before texting him that she was outside. She stepped out walking to the trunk to grab what she could. He came down the steps before walking to the trunk smiling at her. “Finally.” he smirked at her before kissing her on the lips. It caught her off guard but she leaned into it. She broke away before he looked at the trunk. 

“Damn, you was not playin when you said you’re bringing a lot of stuff.” he laughed. 

“I warned you.” she reminded him closing the trunk after they grabbed the things she bought. She followed him up the stairs to his apartment. He opened it, and the smell of his apartment hit her like a ton of bricks. It smelled just like him. It was black and red theme, it matching his personality to a T. 

“My room is back here.” he said leading her pass the kitchen and to his room. He opened the door, the king size bed had a black headboard and footboard. It had red sheets and a black comforter that was made. 

He placed her stuff in the corner of the room before she followed the same. He looked her up and down as he drunk her in. She had on a grey skin tight romper, with her scarf and bonnet on her head. She had on a pair red fluffy slides. He has never seen her dressed down in person, and deemed it as his favorite look on her. 

As soon as she turned around, he grabbed her waist pulling her close to him. 

“Mmm, you smell good.” he whispered with his head snuggled into the crook of her neck. She hugged him back, standing on her tippy toes. She pulled away, but he grabbed her chin kissing her. The kiss was sweet but he showed his dominance in it. She pulled away when she heard her phone ring. She looked at it and saw that it was an incoming call from Travis. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the red button before looking up at him. 

“You’ve talked to Travis?” he asked her, she shook her head. 

“I don’t have nothing to say to him.” she nonchalantly said sitting on his bed. He leaned against the dresser putting his arms over his chest looking at her. 

“Hmm, interesting. I guess this is a perfect time then to tell you that he also tried calling me last night.” he told her. 

“You talked to him?” 

“I didn’t need to. I already know what he wanted. To apologize and or to convince me to talk to you about talking to him. It’s dumb as hell and I’m not entertaining him with that shit.” he said laying back on the bed. She looked at him laying  in the bed, with his back placed on the headboard. 

“So much has happened and school hasn’t even started yet.” she groaned rubbing her temples in annoyance. 

“Hmm, I guess it has.” he smiled at her. She knew exactly what he was talking about just by the look on her face. “Speaking of us, I told you I wanted to spend time with you so why are you down there?” he asked her with a tilt of his head. She blushed while giggling as she crawled up the bed as he placed her on his lap. He rubbed on her butt, gripping it then rubbing it. 

She closed her eyes in pleasure, trying not to moan but a tiny noise escaped. She opened her eyes to see him smirking at her. “It’s okay if you like it.” he boosted her. Something happened within her that had her aching. Whether it was just because she was sitting directly on his dick, him being shirtless, the way he was talking and touching on her, or all of it but she was craving his touch. Badly. Her hands touched up his abs, and up to his chest before she leaned and kissed him. 

This time around, it was her being the dominant one in the kiss. She used her hands to trace up his neck squeezing it before letting him go. She broke the kiss before she sat back up. Before she could say anything, Erik grabbed her and kissed her. 

Without breaking the kiss, he pushed her on her back and getting between her legs. He kissed her, grabbing her leg and lifting it as he grinded himself against her. He pulled away, leaving kisses along her jaw and down her neck as she moaned. He loved the way her moans made him feel. He knew that she felt good, obviously, but everything seemed like it was coming off so natural for the two and he liked that.

He pulled away staring at her in the eyes, seeing if he could see any doubt in her eyes, but all he saw was adoration and lust. “You sure you want this? Once I start, I’m not gonna wanna stop.” he warned her. Her hands found their way to the band of his basketball shorts. She looked down and could see him growing, it occasionally bouncing against her core. She leaned up kissing him, trailing down and rubbing his dick. He grunted in the kiss as she let him go. He grabbed the strings of her shoulder pulling it down. Her chest was exposed, as he broke the kiss. He pulled them off of her, seeing her pink underwear that sat nice and fat. He kissed up her down her calf, on the side of her knee and stopped there. 

He saw the wet spot on her panties before rubbing her clit in slow motions. She moaned biting her lip looking at him. “Sexy ass...” he whispered, continuing the motions. “Pussy so wet for me..” he pulled her panties to the side, her pussy looking fatter than before, her clit swollen when a throb. His middle finger went between her folds. She slightly started to grind against his finger. 

“Fuck.. Erik. Please.” she moaned throwing her head back. He smirked at her desperateness, seeing her whine her hips harder. 

“You gonna let me eat this pussy?” he asked her. She nodded eagerly, staring at his every move. He laid on his stomach between her legs before he placed kissed up her thought and around her core. It made her wetter, he could smell the arousal dripping off of her. 

“Yes please.” she begged him. She looked so innocent asking him to devour her. 

She heard about his sex stories and how good he was in bed. But this was the complete opposite of what she heard. He was so soft and gentle with her, like she was made out of glass. 

He flattened his tongue against her, licking upwards towards her clit, licking around the bud. He was teasing her for sure, just to see how wet he could get her. He placed more pressure around her clit, every once in a while letting his tongue hit the bud force on. 

She knew he could do better then that, just by his teasing. “Stevens I know you can do better than that.” she whispered to him. He raised an eyebrow at her, in a challenging way. He didn’t even attempt to argue with her, he was going to show her. 

His lips wrapped around her clit as he inserted two fingers in her. He sucked on the bud as more wetness produced dripping down his chin. He removed his finger, bringing it up to her lips. She opened her mouth letting his fingers inside her mouth. She closed her lips sucking on it as his tongue entered her pussy. He tasted her moaning at her taste.

He ate her like he didn’t have a taste of pussy in years. For the next couple of minutes, he ate her without saying a word. She was speechless, she never was eaten out like this before. It was like he was trying to suck her soul straight from her. 

“Erik.. shit!” she moaned finally, her juices starting to leak from her. 

“Fuck mamas, why your so sweet, huh?” he asked her rubbing her clit as she moaned at the over sensitivity. He replaced his hand with his lips, sucking on the clit again. She placed her hands on his forehead attempting to push him away. 

“W-Wait I-” she was cut off by him inserting fingers in her and pulling his lips away from her. 

“Nah, I told you once I start I don’t wanna stop.” he smirked before attacking her clit again with his fingers still going at it with her g-spot. She opened her mouth but not a noise or a word came out. Her eyes fell back into her head as her toes dug into the blankets with her grabbing it. 

Unknowingly, she whined her hips against his lips. He looked at her, seeing how lost she was in her pleasure. His dick was already painfully hard but seeing her chase her climax had him grinding his own hips against the bed for some type of relieving. 

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” she chanted before she squirted all on his face and his sheets. For sure he thought he was finished, but the smirk she saw made him realize that it was far from reality. He flattened his tongue again, licking up to where her clit was and circling her clit with his tongue, playing with it. 

He pulled away finally letting her get rest before smiling at her, chin and around his lips were covered in her cum. “And to think... I thought you were innocent. Look at this mess you made.” he said, giving her vulva a tiny little slap. 

She jumped a bit, licking her bottom lip as she grabbed him by the back of his head to kiss him. He got from between her legs, going to his night stand and grabbing the unopened box of condoms. He grabbed on before turning around and seeing her touch herself. 

“Fuck.” he grunted pulling his pants down, freeing his hard-on before moaning rubbing against it. “Freaky ass... over here playing with this wet ass pussy. You want this dick don’t you?” she nodded eagerly. 

When she saw him, she immediately wanted to suck his dick. It was just that gorgeous. A good 10 inches with a nice curve to it. Tip seeping his arousal so much that it dripped on the floor like a dripping faucet. She licked her bottom lip wanting more then just to taste it. 

He ripped the condom open, rubbing his dick before he placed it on his dick. He grabbed her ankle pulling her to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his dick between her folds teasing her. “Please... I need you inside of me.” she whimpered grinding against nothing. That’s how much she wanted some type of attention. 

“Seems like you haven’t had some dick in a minute.” he said rubbing his tip on her clit. She hated yet loved the teasing. With every touch he does, including this one, he made it feel like it was twenty times more powerful. “Isn’t that right? You haven’t had somebody treat your body like this.” she shook her head. 

It was true. She hasn’t really met anyone who gives her a run for her money. One thing for certain, she had a feeling that he was the one that was going to match her energy. 

“Don’t worry about none of that anymore, I got you.” Before she could even regain herself, she felt his tip at her entrance slowly pushing it. As soon as he was in there, he stayed still staring down at where they were connected at.

He didn’t know she had it like this. He let out a shaky breath before slowly pulling away, but she was tugging him. “Fuck...” he grunted, pushing back in as she gasped. 

“Damn..” she whispered, feeling him stretch her wider. “Your dick is so big...” she moaned rubbing her clit, getting her wetter than before. She felt like she was on cloud ten. There was a pressure every time he pulled back, that most likely was gonna make her squirt again at any moment.. 

“Good ass pussy. This my shit? Huh, tell me this mine.” he leaned down, kissing her jaw and the side of her neck. “Tell me.” he grunted. 

“This pussy is yours.” she whispered in her ear. That’s when she decided to flip the tables on him. She grabbed his face, as he fucked her with a rhythm.

“You like the way my pussy feels daddy?” she moaned looking him in the eye. “I love the way your big dick feels. Fucking me like this? I’m gonna cum all over you...” she moaned. He pulled away, stepping back as they both stared at each other. She stood up from the bed walking grabbing him, turning them around and pushing him on the bed. He moved back to the middle of the bed as she followed him, getting on top of his lap. She grabbed his dick from underneath her and placing it at her entrance as she sat down directly on it. 

He closed his eyes with his mouth wide open, the position letting him get a deep feel from her. She got on her tippy toes, put here hand on his shoulder and got to work. 

She slowly moved up and down, his hand on her ass gripping it to the point his fingernails were digging in her skin. “Good girl.. daddy didn’t even have to tell you to come ride his dick. You’re a slut..” he smirked at her as she moved faster. The smirk slowly falling from his face, feeling her wetness drip down to his sack. 

“I’m your slut daddy..” she told him before grabbing his face and kissing him. Still on her tippy toes, she removed her hand from his shoulder and started to bounce faster with her ass shaking. The recoil of her ass hitting against his thighs was so much, that he could see it from the front where the thighs and ass met.

“Yeahhh bounce that ass on this dick.” he grunted placing his hands behind him and leaning back, watching her work herself. Her hands were on her knees, her feet flat on the bed as she twerked on his dick. 

He was so astonished by the way she was working him. She looked so innocent now and even in the past. But what he was seeing was a different switch. There was nothing innocent about her right now. She was riding dick like she was a professional. 

“I’m about to cum..” she whispered, getting back on her knees feeling weak from her near climax, but he stopped her. He fucked upward as she screamed at the sudden movement . “Erik!” she squirted all over him again.

“Thaaats it. Give me that nut. Look so beautiful cumming on my dick like this.” he whispered to her. His back hit the mattress, as he leaned up reaching for her neck and tightening his grip around her. She put her hands on top of his as he continued to fuck into her like it was nothing. She was getting closer to her orgasm. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” he repeated feeling himself about to cum. She leaned down, licking and sucking his sweet spot. 

“Are you going to cum? Cum daddy.” she whispered in his ear. At the pace he was going, she came again with him following right behind her. 

“Damn...” he groaned as she pulled herself off of him. He took the condom of while she fell beside him as he turned over, grabbing her face and kissing her. She kissed him back, about to get on top of him again but she stopped herself because she knew they would go at it again. 

She pulled away before touching a wet spot on the bed before cringing. “My bad about the bed. I should’ve told you I do that.” she said standing up. “I can wash it for you.” she rambled as he chuckled. 

“As much as I’d love for you to walk around my place like this, I got it. I’ll run you a shower.” he sat up, grabbing his pants and slipping them on. “I know you need some rest for tonight.” he said kissing her lips. 

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A couple hours later, she woke up to find the bed empty. She looked at the time and saw that it was three. She only had two hours until she needed to be in the lockers before they had a last rehearsal. 

She walked out into the kitchen to see him eating out of a Chinese container with chopsticks. “You know how to eat with chop sticks?” she asked him. He looked up putting the chop sticks down before reaching into the big brown bag. 

“Yup. I wanted to learn it when I started watching anime.” he said grabbing two things of the Chinese carts. He handed it to her as she sat next to him. “I got you shrimp fried rice and general tai chicken.” he said handing it to her. She smiled at the food before he handed her the chop sticks. She looked at them before looking at him and saying, 

“I don’t know how to use them. Teach me?” she said. She was lying. She just wanted a reason to touch him. He chuckled before grabbing her hand and showing her what to do with it. She started to eat before she looked at him. 

“You like watching anime?” she asked him as he nodded. 

“Ever since I can remember.” he said drinking from his water bottle. 

“I would have never guessed that.” she said, astonished. This man just keeps getting better and better. 

“Because I don’t walk around here looking like Urkle?” he asked her, making her giggle. 

“No. It’s not that. It’s just.. I’ve never heard you mentioned it.” she shrugged her shoulders. “If I would’ve known, I would’ve invited you over to my house so we could watch together.” she said taking a bit of her chicken. Now it was his turn to be shocked. 

“You watch it?” he asked her, she nodded. 

“Yup. Now you seem surprised.” she said noticing the shocked expression on his face. 

“I mean, you’re probably the first girl I’ve ever talked to who watches it. Everyone else was like, it’s boring or it’s lame.” he rolled his eyes.

“What’s your favorite show?” she asked him. 

“Jujutsu Kaisen.” he said immediately. Her eyes perked up by the name. 

“Oh my god yes. Sukuna is so damn fine-” she stopped herself when he was glaring at her with his tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. “Ah don’t give me that look. It’s not like he’s real. I wish though.” she mumbled the last part, he pinched the side of her stomach. She winced. 

“Ouch.” she said rubbing it. He stood up cleaning up his mess. 

“What time do you need to be there?” he asked her. She looked at her apple watch before saying, 

“Around five. Get there, get ready to perform.” she said standing up before cleaning her belongings. “I’m so excited, it’s been a minute since I’ve performed.” she said, the excited evident on her face. She walked around the counter, walking into the kitchen where he was. 

“I can tell, I can’t wait to see you dance.” he said grabbing the dish rag and putting soap on it to wash the dishes he had in the sink. He noticed the look of confusion cover her excitement, instantly curious. “Something wrong?”

“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to come to it. I mean, I’ve never seen you come to the games. Even with Travis, you didn’t go. And the only reason I noticed is because everyone who hangs with us goes, excepts you.” she said in a matter of fact tone. 

“I guess I can say the same for you with the after parties.” he smirked at her. “But, you’re my ole’ lady now. I wanna support you.” she couldn’t help but blush at that statement, and the fact that he called her his ole’ lady. 

“Thank you.. It means a lot.” she said to him. After she said that, she went silent deep in her own thoughts. He saw how blacked out she was before saying, 

“Something on your mind?” 

“I was just thinking. Nothing to worry about.” she reassured him. 

- - - - - - - - - -

She stepped outside of the locker room to make a call so she could hear. She listened to the sound of the ringing before the phone answered. “Hello? Mom?” she heard on the other end. 

“(Y/N), how are you?” she heard on the other end. 

“I’m okay. Just getting ready for my first performance of the year.” she said excitedly. 

“Mm, oh.” she said. 

“Yeah.” It was silent before she spoke again. “So um, I’ve met someone. His name is Erik.” she said excitedly. 

“I don’t know why you’re dating. You spent all that money to go to that college and wanna be distracted by a boy.” her mother started, making her roll her eyes. 

“Mom, I’m doing just fine between my school and extra stuff. I know how to keep manage of those things.” she admitted. “And I didn’t pay a lot.” she mumbled the last part. 

“Mhm, so how are you suppose to manage a relationship if your main focus is school and dancing?” she asked her. 

“Erik and I still have our moments with each other. Like I’ve said, I know how to manage and balance things.” (Y/N) responded as her mom scoffed. 

“Mhm.. well we’ll see how this goes.” her mom trailed off. (Y/N) closed her eyes before changing the subject. 

“So how is Cyrus and CJ?” she asked worried about her step brother and step father. 

“Well your dad is working on another car in the garage. Cyrus is downstairs playing his game. I need to send him to the bank to get himself some cash.” she said, sounding like she was moving around. 

“Oh.. he doesn’t have a job yet?” she asked him. 

“He did. He was working at the gas station on 18th street, but they fired him. They accused him of stealing out the cash.” (Y/N) knew not to question it considering that she knew her mom was going to argue her down. This was a repeating factor with her step brother. He lived at home with her parents, didn’t have a job currently, and just stayed at home playing video games all day. 

“What I was actually calling about, I wanted you and Cyrus to come up here one day. Meet Erik, show you around Houston, even catch one of my performances. You guys stay in the house and you need a vacation.” she said as her mom sighed. 

“That’s not an option. With how tight money is and-”

“I’ll pay for it if money is an issue.” she offered. 

“No no. It’s not only that. I know for a fact that you wouldn’t want CJ to come and no one would be home to-”

“Mom. CJ is a 32 year old grown ass man. He is capable of watching himself.” she reasoned with her. “Know what, this isn’t even about him. If you don’t want to come, just say that. Don’t make excuses.”

“Now wait a damn minute I have never said I don’t wanna see you. I don’t know where you-”

“Mom your words speak louder than your actions. I have asked you a total of 34 times to come down here and you have came up with 34 different excuses. It doesn’t even matter. I won’t bother you no more.” Before her mother could say anything, she hang the phone up. She turned around and saw Omariana standing there with her arms crossed. 

“No luck?”

“Gosh it’s like she treats him more like her child than she does me.” she scoffed walking back into the locker room, with Omariana following right behind her. 

“Don’t worry about her, I know it’s your mother and all but she doesn’t deserve your effort. You are about to graduate and be something of this world. If she wants to claim that piece of shit as her child and not you that’s her lost. Not yours, you hear me?” Omariana stopped her, getting in front of her. She smiled at her. “And plus, everyone else will be in the bleachers cheering you on. 

“Yeah.. Stevens said he was coming to see me.” she said with a smile on her face. Omariana raised an eyebrow at her with a smirk. 

“Gonna tell me what happened? Getting Erik to come to a game is like trying to get an atheist to a church.” she chuckled. 

“I don’t kiss and tell.” she joked before walking further into the locker room. 

“Oh no, not you being grown.”

About an hour and a half later, the ladies were out on the field. Her eyes scanned the bleachers as the crowd cheered them on. Her eyes landed on Erik who was sitting next to Jakeen, Kobe and Ty. He winked at her, making her blush. As her eyes started to scan again when she landed on a familiar face. It was Travis who was looking directly into her soul. He was sitting around a couple of people that he knew, maybe from the football team.

He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her before she looked back at Erik. 

Erik noticed her face change. He assumed it was the nerves eating her up but she looked excited a moment ago. 

The music started to play as they started the dance routine. Out of all the girls on the field, his main focus was on her. Dancing was added right on the list with the things that turned him on about her. One thing he took in noticed was how flexible she was. He took a mental note of that, it could come in handy later, he thought. 

After the event, Kia, Brandy, Omariana and (Y/N) walked to the parking lot in their track suits. Everyone was standing at their cars waiting for the girls to come.

‘You guys did good.” Kobe said hugging them as they hugged him back. 

“Thank you. I was so nervous.” Brandy said, as the other girls agreed with her. 

“So who’s house are we meeting at to leave for the party?” Kia asked throwing her bag in the back seat of Kobe’s car. 

“We can meet at mine.” Erik said shrugging his shoulders. “Just give me a couple of hours to clean up and stuff. It doesn’t start till like what?” he asked looking at Jakeen.

“At 10. That’s what I heard at least.” 

“Alright, well I’m finna head out.” Kobe said walking over to his car. “(Y/N)? You need me to walk you to the car?” he said as everyone poured into his car that was riding with him. 

“Don’t worry about her. I’ll walk her.” Erik told him as he nodded. Kia, Brandy and Kobe got into the car and left. Now it was just Erik, her, Jakeen and Ty. 

“We should head out too. I wanna take a nap before the party.” Jakeen said unlocking his car door. “You gonna bail on us (Y/N)?” he teased her. She chuckled then shook her head. 

“Nah, don’t worry. I’ll be in attendance.” she said as he smiled at her. The two of them got into the car, leaving only leaving the two. 

“Lemme walk you to your car.” he grabbed her hand as she looked down at it.

“You’re very bold.” she stated, but didn’t let it go. “We’re suppose to be keeping us a secret.” she reminded him. 

“Right right. But what are the chances of someone seeing us, in a parking lot, filled with cars.” he asked her. 

“That said parking lot is filled with other people too.” she included, making him playfully roll his eyes. “My car is over there.” she said pointing towards her car, seeing her red Malibu in the a couple of spaces down.  

“I know but I have something in my car to give you.” he unlocked his car door reaching over his passenger seat. He grabbed her a banquet of flowers giving it to her.

She gasped grabbing the banquet of white and red roses. “They’re beautiful.” she said hugging him as he hugged her back. “Thank you.” 

“It’s just something small. Nothing too much. I be seeing how after recitals and shit they give flowers so I thought-”

“I love it Stevens. Thank you.” she smiled at him. She looked to make sure that no one was starring before she stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. She pulled away smiling at him, the same goofy smile on his face. 

“Thank God you’re coming home with me.” he said. 

“Plus, on top of that I done found out your little special talent.” 

- - - - - - - - -

Travis jaw clenched as he looked outside his wind shelf seeing the two of them kiss. Something told him to let it go, she was never going to see him like that again. But on the other hand, there was something else in him telling that there still had to be some feelings for her. 

Travis stepped out off the car after seeing her drive off. Erik was about to step in his but Travis called out for him, 

“Erik!” Erik recognized the voice, slowly turning around. 

“Bruh, I thought yo dumb ass would’ve got the hint when I was ignoring you.” he snapped keeping the door open. 

“I’m not trying to talk to you, I’m trying to reason with (Y/N).” he told him making Erik let out a sarcastic laugh. Even though he found this hilarious, for (Y/N) sakes this was just crazy. 

“And what makes you think she wanna talk to you?” he asked tilting her head to the side. “Nigga did you forget what you told me told me when you found out she had feelings for you?” he chuckled walking closer to him. “Something along the lines of.. I can’t fuck with shorty. She not my type. Now, what makes her your type?” 

“I-” he stopped himself not knowing what else to say.

“You what?” Erik asked waiting for him to answer. All Travis did was look to the side with his jaw clenched. “Exactly. Now you wanna walk around like I did something to you nigga? You’re not talking to her.” Erik snapped. Travis turned around, offended by the statement. 

“You can’t make her stop talking to her friend nigga. Mind you I was here before you.” Erik busted out laughing grabbing his chest. 

“Nigga that shit don’t matter who was here first.” Erik said then walked closer. “Lemme explain something to you pussy ass nigga, I’m here now. And she’s mine. You’re not going no where round her, especially since now you gotta lil crush on her. So that means stop blowing her phone up, stop pulling her to the side to say what you gotta say, quit it. Because the next time I find out you contacted her, Ima beat yo ass and Ima make everybody watch just to show how much of a pussy ass nigga you really are.” he snapped at him. 

“Nigga ain’t no body scared of yo ass.” Travis snapped. 

“Okay. Gone head and try to talk to her nigga. See what happens.”

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[hexjulia]

books i might wanna read when i don’t have 67123576512 other things to read or whatever if you’re curious you can just google the titles because i didn’t save all the info in my notes app

Voices from the Chinese Century: Public Intellectual Debate from Contemporary China The Crooning Wind: Three Greenlandic Poets Untrodden Peaks and Unfrequented Valleys Crude Chronicles: Indigenous Politics, Multinational Oil, and Neoliberalism in Ecuador In the Shadow of Islam The Black Jacobins: Toussaint L'Ouverture and the San Domingo Revolution Seeing Like a State White Skin, Black Fuel: On the Danger of Fossil Fascism Memory and the Mediterranean Losing Earth: A Recent History Cosmic Liturgy: The Universe According to Maximus the Confessor Karlamagnús Saga: The Saga of Charlemagne and his Heroes The Sinner and the Saint: Dostoevsky and the Gentleman Murderer Who Inspired a Masterpiece Icebound: Shipwrecked at the Edge of the World Panpsychism in the West Facing the Anthropocene: Fossil Capitalism and the Crisis of the Earth System Marx's Ecology: Materialism and Nature The Savage Frontier: The Pyrenees in History and the Imagination Winter Pasture: One Woman's Journey with China's Kazakh Herders Babur Nama: Journal of the Emperor Babur The Singer of Tales by Albert Bates Lord Slavery and Empire in Central Asia The Adventures of Sayf Ben Dhi Yazan: An Arab Folk Epic The Travels of Ibn Battutah I Burn Paris by Bruno Jasieński The Book of Dede Korkut The knight in the Panter’s SkinTravels with Herodotus by Ryszard Kapuściński Deep Sea and Foreign Going Big Dead Place: Inside the Strange and Menacing World of Antarctica The Story of the Mongols Whom We Call the Tartars   The Journey Of William Of Rubruck To The Eastern Parts Of The World Recollections of Tartar Steppes and Their Inhabitants The Expedition of Cyrus by Xenophon Xenophon's Retreat: Greece, Persia, and the End of the Golden Age From Samarkhand to Sardis: A New Approach to the Seleucid Empire The Gobi Desert - The Adventures of Three Women Travelling Across the Gobi Desert in the 1920s Black Lamb and Grey Falcon Forbidden Journey by Ella Maillart The Riddle of the Labyrinth: The Quest to Crack an Ancient Code The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III: Multiple Universes, Mutual Assured Destruction, and the Meltdown of a Nuclear Family Cycles of Time: An Extraordinary New View of the Universe The Poorer Nations: A Possible History of the Global South No Less Than Mystic: A History of Lenin and the Russian Revolution for a 21st-Century Left Philosophy and Real Politics Writing East: The "Travels" of Sir John Mandeville Poetry of the Taliban Cabool by Alexander Burnes Warrior Saints of the Silk Road | The Place of the Skull by Chingiz Aitmatov Starship & the Canoe   Nauru Burning Our Women on the Ground: Essays by Arab Women Reporting from the Arab World Death Is Hard Work The Rights of Nature: A History of Environmental Ethics A Grain of Wheat Fossil Capital: The Rise of Steam Power and the Roots of Global Warming Annals of the Former World So Long a Letter by Mariama Bâ The Jakarta Method: Washington's Anticommunist Crusade and the Mass Murder Program that Shaped Our World

[onesmallspark]

Mister, Mister

And they call it puppy love...

Erik Killmonger x OC

This one is extra short, but the visual was haunting me. Next one will be smut.

Warnings: none, fluff

“What a handsome boy,” Lia cooed, laying on her back as the black lab puppy nuzzled into the warmth of her chest. “Just so handsome, aren’t you?” She asked, stroking its velvet-soft ears.

Lia massaged the pup’s ears as he exhaled loudly into her skin, tired from running through the backyard all day.

“Daddy is going to love you so much,” she assured, pressing little kisses to his warm snout. “We just need to potty train you right way and keep you away from his sneakers, huh Mister?” She asked.

Tired enough that he didn’t even perk up upon hearing the garage door open, Mister happily chewed on Lia’s fingers with his sharp little puppy teeth.

“Okay, let’s go see Daddy,” Lisa said, clutching the pup to her chest as she pulled herself up from the ground.

“That’s right, Daddy’s home,” Erik called, stepping out of his shoes and hanging his car keys. “Now come give him some sugar,” he added.

“Hey Daddy,” Lia simpered, meeting her husband in the kitchen.

“Lia,” Erik said warningly. “That better not be what it looks like.”

“Erik, don’t let him hear you,” she insisted, smoothing a hand down over Mister’s ears once more.

“Lia,” Erik eyed the dog wearily. “Come on, you know we don’t have time for this.” He shuffled back as she stepped closer and closer with the puppy in her arms.

“Just hold him, Daddy,” she insisted, pouting out her lower lip.

“Li,” he groaned. “don’t do this.” He insisted.

“Come on Daddy, one little snuggle.” She watched his Adam’s apple jump in his neck.

Erik reluctantly took the puppy into his arms. Mister could sense his unease, and unceremoniously planted little puppy kisses all over the underside of his jaw, accentuating with little nibbles.

“Aye, that’s the money-maker,” he scolded, tapping the pup on its nose.

“Baby, we both know that’s not your money-maker,” Lia smirked, stepping closer to her husband to cradle the puppy between them.

“Li, I’m not picking up shit.” Erik said, running his knuckles over the top of Mister’s head and behind his ear, hiding a grin as the  dog’s back leg kicked in happiness.

“Fine,” Lia said airily. “Then I can only suppose that if you won’t pick up after Mister, you won’t pick up after a baby.” She glanced up at him through her freshly-filled lashes.

Mister let out a little, gruntled howl as he demanded attention.

“What baby? Daddy being mean?” Lia asked, scooping the little guy from Erik’s arms. “I know, he’s a grump, isn’t he?” She peppered his soft little head with kisses.

“Where’s my kiss, huh?” Erik called. “Where are Daddy’s kisses?” He asked, watching as his wife disappeared into the family room.

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[welldonebeca]

Natural Silence

Summary:

“I wanted to ask you a question,” he affirmed, leaving the silverware aside and you did the same “Do you think you’re ready?”

“I do.”

Pairing: T’challa x Reader WC: 500 words Warnings: Proposal fic. Loosely based on this headcanon from @emilyevanston . A/N: This story was queued in February 6th, and to this point, I haven’t watched Black Panter yet, so don’t worry about spoilers. Reader is from Wakanda. 

You enjoyed the silence. Not full silence but natural silence, the one nature offered you. It was a good change to be alone with T’challa after he’d reserved this time for the two of you only.

Dating the king of Wakanda wasn’t an easy thing. You always knew the people came first in his list of priorities and that would never change. You’d grown up with him, you knew every single protocol he had to follow and learn, and they became part of your life as much as it was part of his. You knew everything that involved your future role’s duties before even knowing it would be yours.

You smiled when you felt his eyes on you. To this day, you still could remember the two of you hiding for hours in these same gardens, getting yourselves space to be children. He’d never asked you for anything but there was nothing more than you wanted to do than to be by his side all the time. When you two came to terms with your feelings as young adults, you already had the support of his family and set a goal of convincing the rest of the country that you were, indeed, a good spouse to their future king.

That was years ago, though, and you were still there with him, being the best partner you could be for both the man, the king and the superhero.

You didn’t usually have time to yourselves, T’challa usually woke up before you did, and you only met for meals which had their own protocols every day – and before sleep. Sometimes, you trained together but they weren’t frequent occasions. This night was scheduled three weeks ago, and you were happy to enjoy it the best you could.

“How is your food?” he questioned.

“Amazing as always.”

He’d prepared a candle-light dinner to the two of you, right at the gardens and all alone. You couldn’t even remember the last time you two did that.

“I wanted to ask you a question,” he affirmed, leaving the silverware aside and you did the same “Do you think you’re ready?”

He wanted you as his queen.

Ever since your relationship came public, there was a pressure on the two of you getting married or breaking up for once, but he was stubborn enough to give you enough time to adjust but you couldn’t stay in the limbo for too long. The committee had already approved you and everything – everything – was ready for your wedding. The invitations were only waiting to be sent, your gowns were ready and decorations… Everything.

“I do.”

He smiled sweetly and put his hand in his pocket as you offered him your hand, waiting silently for him to position the ring on your finger.

He kissed your palm for a moment and then looked at your face again.

“Be honest,” you leant close to him, staring at his eyes. “Decades ago, when we were playing here and growing up. Did you think this would happen?”

T’challa smiled, using his hand to pull your face closer, caressing your chin and laying a soft kiss on your lips.

“I never had a doubt.”

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[brilhantineybag]

Ser filha de t'challa e nakia incluiria

ESSE IMAGINE É TRADUZIDO COM AUTORIZAÇÃO- creditos:

@lazydoodlesandfanfic

Personagens: T'Challa X Filha! Leitor X Nakia

Universo: Marvel, Vingadores, Pantera Negra

--

- Você é uma princesa literal, antes de tudo.

- Depois de sua tia, você é o herdeiro, e conhecendo sua tia, ela provavelmente vai apenas passar a coisa de ser governante para você.

- Tia Shuri incentiva sua travessura, curiosidade e teimosia.

- Okoye também

- E a sua mãe

- Quando você for muito jovem, seu pai vai sentar você no colo e apenas ouvir o que você tem a dizer a ele e contar todas essas histórias maravilhosas sobre seu avô e seus ancestrais.

- Se seus pais estão ocupados, sua avó ficará mais do que feliz em passar tempo com você.

- Sua tia Shuri apresentando você a Bucky, e os dois gostando da sua reação ao ver um cara branco pela primeira vez.

- Então Bucky te apresenta a Wanda, e ela tem poderes ????

- E eles têm um filho da sua idade ???

- Melhores amigos imediatamente.

- Você está pensando que os poderes da filha deles são legais.

- Playdates o dia todo, todos os dias.

- Você literalmente a leva em volta de Wakanda e ninguém pode te impedir porque você é filha do rei ???

- Ambos causando travessuras.

- Shuri ajudando.

- São suas mães que têm que te disciplinar porque seus pais são moles demais.

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espero que tenham gostado

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[crazyfreckledginger]

[x][x] § Shuri Udaku Imagine §

Arm in arm, you both strolled through the huge mall.

“Ooh,” you cooed, stopping the both of you in your tracks. Shuri eyed you as you stared at a jacket in the windw.

“Do you like that one?” she smiled.

“Uh huh,” You nodded eagerly.

“Go try it on, it’ll look swag on you!” she followed you eagerly inside with a huge grin on her face.

Requests Are Open

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[delicatelyherdreams]

Teardrops on Lashes (Part 16)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After the Chitauri invaded New York and nearly ended your life, you moved to Bucharest to get away from the superhero stuff. You simply wanted an uneventful, ordinary life. But when a stranger moves into the apartment next to yours, you begin to question those aspirations and choose to risk it all for love.

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 6178

Teardrops on Lashes Masterlist

Previous: Part 15

Next: Epilogue

Your heart was pounding as, several hours later, the Wakandan’s jet was touching down right outside the palace. You’d been so nervous the entire flight, your mind running rampant with various scenarios and explanations as to why Bucky hadn’t come to get you himself, why he was here, and why T’Challa had started saying that Bucky was about to undergo something. 

Him being hurt and going through with a surgery was the only reasonable explanation you could come up with. That had to be it. What else could it be?

But then that led you to a whole new set of questions that needed answers. How did he get hurt? How badly was he hurt? Did T’Challa lie to you when he said that Bucky was unharmed?

You folded in on yourself, resting your forehead against your clenched fists on your knees. “Please, be okay Bucky...”

“Miss (l/n), we have arrived,” one of the flight technicians called over at you.

You looked up, your eyes blinking rapidly as you registered the figure of T’Challa standing in front of you holding his hand out.

“Come with me. I will take you to him,” he said kindly.

You reached up with a shaky hand and took his. You stood up with his help and followed him down the ramp of the jet. Your eyes were immediately assaulted with sunlight and you lifted your hand to block the blinding glare.

T’Challa gave a small laugh. “Fear not, we will be inside soon enough.” He continued to walk up to the palace and, once he got there, he pulled open a side door. “This way to the medical bay.”

You followed without hesitation as he led you through a bunch of twists and turns in the intricate floor plan of the palace when, finally, he stopped at the opening of a large white room.

Doctors and nurses bustled about the room, carrying supplies and machines you didn’t recognize around the room. They seemed to be prepping, but prepping for what, you didn’t know. Their main focus seemed to be on a large, glass tube that was standing alone near the edge of the room and on a small medical bed whose occupant was blocked by the broad shoulders of a certain blonde super soldier.

Steve had his arms crossed. “You sure about this?” he asked, his question directed towards the occupant of the bed.

“I can’t trust my own mind,” a new and painfully familiar voice answered. “So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under is the best thing... for everybody.”

Your breath hitched as you stopped dead in your tracks. “Bucky...” you whispered.

Steve’s body swung out at the sound of your voice, giving you a clear view of Bucky.

You felt your stomach drop.

He looked relatively fine, save for a few scratches and bruises on his face and the large gap where his arm was supposed to be. He was dressed in a stark white tank-top and sweatpants and had a solid black cuff sitting on the base of his metal shoulder. He looked exhausted and was in desperate need of a shave, but somehow he still managed to look as handsome as ever. 

His eyes connected with yours as you said his name, and immediately his face grew solemn and apologetic. “Steve? Can you...?” he asked looking up at his friend.

Steve shot a glance between you and Bucky before nodding. “I’ll be back in a bit, Buck.” At Bucky’s acknowledgement, Steve walked towards you, paused briefly at your side, and then promptly left the medical bay leaving you and Bucky alone in the company of the doctors.

Bucky shifted in his seat as he looked at you anxiously. “(y/n)... I can explai—”

He didn’t even get a chance to finish that sentence because within the next few seconds you were across the room and crashing into him, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I-I thought you were hurt o-or worse! Don’t you ever d-dare do that to me again!” you wailed as you buried your face into his right shoulder.

His arm was around your torso in seconds, holding you as close to him as he could manage. “Hey,” he cooed gently into your ear. “It’s okay. I’m here now. Bucky’s here.”

That didn’t calm your crying. “I-I was so scared that s-something happened to you Bucky! Wh-When you didn’t come and T-T’Challa said you were about to undergo something, I-I thought you had gotten hurt and needed to go into surgery but you look fine and...” You looked up at him, teary-eyed. “Bucky, what’s going on?”

He licked his dried out lips as his brows furrowed. “I... Doll, you should probably sit down for this.” He scooted over on the medical bed and pulled you over to his side.

You complied and sat down next to him, sniffling and trying to get your crying under control.

He waited until you were somewhat calmer before he moved. He reached over and rested his hand on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the stray tears making their way out of your eyes. “Before I tell you, I need you to smile for me, doll. Can you do that for me?”

You barked a very wet laugh. “You want me to smile?” you asked, your lips twitching upwards.

He nodded. “I need to see a smile before I tell you what’s going to happen because I need to know you’re going to be okay.”

You managed your best smile. “Good enough?”

He breathed a laugh. “Sure.” He let his hand stay on your cheek as his small smile melted away. “I have to go away for awhile,” he said slowly. “I-I’m not safe. The Winter Soldier, the words, everything that HYDRA put into me is still there. I can’t trust that they or someone else will use it against me and make me hurt you or anyone else I care about. I just can’t risk it, (y/n). So...” He swallowed thickly and looked up at the men and women bustling about the medical bay. “The Wakandans have offered to help me. Their medicine has advanced farther than anyone else’s and they think they can figure out a way to cure me. But until then...” He bent his head down and glanced sideways at the large glass tube.

You too turned your gaze towards it and you felt your stomach plummet. “Bucky...”

“They’re going to put me to sleep, doll. I’m going on the ice again,” he confirmed.

You couldn’t be hearing him correctly. There was no way those words were coming out of his mouth right now. “Bucky, no,” you whispered. “No no no no please tell me you’re pulling my leg here,” you said shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, but this is how it has to be. I can’t let myself put you in danger. Not again.” He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. “(y/n), these people can help me so I can never be used as a weapon again. So I will never act against my will again. So I can just be Bucky.” He moved his hand to under your chin to draw your gaze to him. “I have to do this, doll. For you, for me, so that we can have a chance at a normal future where we don’t have to worry about people using the soldier against us.”

You were already starting to cry again, the teardrops sticking to your lashes and clouding your vision despite your best efforts to keep them at bay. Your heart was racing in your chest as you thought about it: he was going back under for lord knew how long. 

His expression shifted to concern as he watched the tears trail down your cheeks. “Oh doll,” he muttered as he took his hand from your face and wrapped it around your torso pulling you into his body with as tight a hug as his single arm would let him. 

You cried into his chest, hugging him just as tightly as he was hugging you, if not tighter, as you mourned and lamented over what you were about to lose. You were about to lose him—not for good, you knew that much, but for long enough that it would hurt. You hugged him like you would never get the chance to again because you weren’t sure when you would have this, Bucky here right in your arms, again.

He seemed to be holding onto you in the same manner, his hand trailing itself all over your back as if it was trying to memorize the feeling of your figure under his skin. 

You both stayed silent for a few moments, dwelling on the situation at hand.

Finally, you nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck. “I know you have to, Bucky. I know you do, but I’m just going to miss you.”

“I know you are, (y/n). But it’s not forever. They said they’ll wake me up when they figure out a way to fix me and then we can be together. We can do whatever you want to do, go wherever you want to go, and nothing will stop us.”

You smiled softly. “I can’t wait...”

“Me neither...” He sighed as he looked around the room. “They’ll be putting me to sleep soon,” he said quietly.

“I know... but until then, let’s just sit here,” you said settling into his side. “I just want to spend these last few moments with you.

He nodded. “Okay.”

You sat there in a content silence, your head resting on his shoulder and his hand clasped tightly between yours. It wasn’t until someone spoke that your small little bubble was burst.

“Sergeant Barnes?” called a voice from your side.

You both looked up only to see the head doctor standing there, waiting patiently.

“We are ready for you,” she said, a small, sad smile on her face. 

“Thank you,” he said mirroring her solemn smile. 

She nodded and turned back to the cyro chamber, prepping it to hold a body.

Bucky swallowed thickly and stood up, turning to face you. “Well, I guess this it then.”

You forced a laugh. “Yeah... I guess it is.”

He took a deep breath. “I should probably call Steve in,” he said, shifting his weight. “I told him I’d tell him goodbye before... you know.”

You nodded. “I’m sure he would appreciate that.”

Bucky looked up at one of the attendants. “Can you bring my friend back in please?” he requested.

He nodded and left the room.

Seconds later he returned with Steve bounding in on his heels.

The super soldier quickly found himself at yours and Bucky’s sides. His gaze was bittersweet as he stared at his friend. “You’re going to be alright, Buck.”

“I know, Stevie. I just have to go to sleep for awhile.” Bucky smiled and rested his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back, okay?”

Steve chuckled. “I can’t make you any promises.”

Bucky grinned. “I know. Just don’t get yourself or anyone else killed.”

“Now that I can promise.” Steve smirked and pulled Bucky in for a quick hug. “I’ll see you when you get up, bud.”

Bucky nodded as he slid out of Steve’s grasp. It was your turn.

You quickly pulled Bucky by the arm into your embrace.

He hugged you back. “You be careful while I’m gone. Okay?”

You nodded. “I will.” You pulled back from his chest and held him at arm’s length. “Have sweet dreams for me, ‘kay?” you asked, managing your best and kindest smile.

He chuckled. “So long as you’re in them, they’re guaranteed to be.” The smile lingered on his lips as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “I love you.”

You hummed. “I love you too. Sleep well, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He smiled softly. “I’ll be waiting.” At that moment, he pulled away from your grasp and made his way over to the tube. With the doctor’s direction, he carefully climbed into the pod and settled himself in.

The doctor secured the strap over his legs before locking the one around his torso into place in order to keep Bucky from moving in his sleep.

Bucky shifted in the meager restraints to get comfortable and turned his gaze up to you.

His eyes spoke volumes, but his lips didn’t move; he had already told you everything he needed to, now it was just a matter of waiting for that final step.

The technician pressed a few buttons on his computer and slowly the glass casing of the tube began to slide up.

Bucky’s eyes locked with yours as the tube slowly rose above his body and he smiled at you a comforting, soft smile as if to tell you that it was going to be okay. Just as the tube was getting ready to seal itself, his lips quickly moved, forming silent words, “I love you,” and then it shut. He rested his head back against the padding and closed his eyes. Seconds later a quiet “shhh” sound filled the room as the tube frosted over from the inside, putting Bucky to sleep and keeping him in suspended animation.

You took a shuddering breath as he stilled, trying hard to ignore how the unnatural stiffness looked almost liked death. After the deed was done, you turned your back on the tube and walked to the little area just outside the bay.

Steve followed you, apparently needing some air too and the two of you stood there, staring absentmindedly out the wall of windows in the small space at Wakanda’s cities. You were both grieving in your own ways. He was grieving the loss of his best friend. You were grieving the loss of your love. And damn did it hurt. You knew he wasn’t dead, and some rational part of you was screaming that he’d come back, but that didn’t ease the very real pain that was burrowing itself in your heart.

You were joined a few moments later by T’Challa who opted to stand on the other side of Steve.

Without glancing to the side, Steve took a deep breath. “Thank you for this,” he said, sincere gratitude heavy in his voice.

T'Challa smiled slightly and nodded his head. “Your friend and my father, they were both victims. If I can help one of them find peace…” he trailed off, not finishing the thought, but you got the gist. He wanted to help Bucky, and for that you would be eternally grateful.

Steve finally turned to him. “You know, If they find out he's here… they'll come for him,” he warned.

T'Challa smirked. “Let them try.”

You couldn’t hide your satisfied grin at that. Because, despite Bucky staying here, you knew that the Wakandans would protect him. And that made you happy.

You glanced back at his pod where he lay asleep and frozen as the doctors began to clear up the area. He was safe, that was all you could ask for.

“(y/n)...” T’Challa addressed you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm?” Your head turned back to him.

Steve had taken his leave some time ago, leaving you and the Wakandan prince alone together. His eyes were kind and sympathetic as he looked at you. “I understand that you and Sergeant Barnes are closely involved. Is that correct?”

You nodded, not exactly sure where he was going with this. 

“I thought so.” He pressed his lips together, letting them form a thin line on his face. “I know how hard it can be to be without and away from a loved one, and I would not wish that pain on anyone. If you so choose to, there is a place here in Wakanda for you to stay close to Sergeant Barnes.”

You blanched. Oh god, could you stay? Could you really stay so close to him? But what about Romania? What about Nicole? She was about to have her baby and you knew that Andrei was out dealing with the whole Vienna/Winter Soldier thing. Could you leave her on her own?

As if by magic, you could picture her face when you told her that you gave up staying with Bucky to be with her.

“Are you out of your ever loving mind?” she’d demand, hands on her hips and her best “mom-face” plastered on her features. “You get back there right now and wait for your man. I am a grown woman and I can take care of myself and my own children.”

The very thought made you want to giggle, but you were too focused on the offer at hand to laugh at what your friend would say.

You bit your lip gently and looked at T’Challa. “Are you sure it will be no trouble?” you asked cautiously. “I don’t want to intrude.” The last thing you wanted to do was be a burden on these people who had already done so much for you already.

He smiled. “I am positive. You deserve a rest after the past few days. Please, allow us to give you some comfort.”

The offer was so tempting and too good to be true. But here it was, a prince offering to let you stay in his palace while your boyfriend got better. How could you say no?

Slowly you nodded your head. “Then, if you’re positive it’ll be alright, I guess I’ll stay. But, um... I’m going to need a few things from my apartment back home; clothes, toiletries, stuff like that and I’d need to let my friend know where I am so she’s not worrying over me.”

He smiled at you, satisfaction taking over his face. “Of course. If you can write up a list of necessities, we will send some attendants to retrieve your things over night. Until then, will you allow me to show you to your room?”

You nodded again. “Y-Yeah. That’d be nice. Thank you, your majesty.”

He shook his head and held up his hands. “There is no need for that. T’Challa will be fine.”

“T’Challa,” you repeated, testing the name out. “Alright.”

He smiled with satisfaction. “Come this way.” He turned on his heel and began to walk down the hall and away from the medical bay. 

You followed after him, not daring to look back because if you did, you knew you’d break down into tears.

He led you up a few levels in the palace to a comfortable looking hallway. “This will be your suite until you decide you don’t need it anymore,” he said stopping in front of two double doors. He settled his hand on the door handle and opened the door.

Your jaw dropped.

The suite was huge. It looked like a large studio apartment. A decent sized kitchen and small dining room was covering the area to your left. To your right, a large king sized bed adorned with royal purple covers was perched against a wall made of windows. Against the wide wall was a large armoire and a fully stocked desk with pads of paper and jars of writing utensils sitting on the surface. 

You walked slowly into the room and spun around. “Oh my God. T’Challa, this is too much.”

“Oh nonsense,” he said humbly. “We provide only the best for our guests. Especially the guests who will be staying with us long term.”

You nodded. “Well, I can’t thank you enough for this. How can I ever repay you?”

He smirked slightly and tilted his chin up. “I hear you are a woman of technology and codes. You can thank me by speaking with my little sister. She too is fond of technology and will appreciate a friend to talk to.”

So you get to stay here for free and explore Wakandan technology with their princess? This was too good to be true. You beamed up at him. “I would be honored.”

“Then it is settled.” He smiled and made his way back to the door. “I shall leave you now to get comfortable and assemble your list. Please, feel free to give it to me at dinner and I will pass it on to those who will go retrieve your things.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

He only nodded in response before backing out of the room and shutting the doors behind him.

You let out a breath you had been holding without realizing and slowly made your way over to the desk. You pulled the chair out and sat, pulling paper and a pen closer to you.

First, you wrote a letter to Nicole explaining everything. You told her how Bucky was actually the Winter Soldier, a prior weapon for evil people against his will and how he had escaped and made his way to Romania only to become the James both of you knew and cared about, making sure to explicitly and repeatedly tell her that he was still a good person whose past didn’t matter. You weren’t worried though. You knew she and Andrei would base their judgement of him based on the Bucky they knew. Then you explained to her the current situation, how Bucky was in cyro sleep until the Wakandans could help fix his mind and how you were going to stay with him until further notice. 

“I’m sorry to leave you guys now,” you wrote, “but he needs me here for him right now. I can’t leave him. I’ll try not to be away for long, but only time will tell. Until then, I’ll be sure to call and Skype you when I can get my hands on a computer. I hope you all understand and I’ll see you when I can.”

You quickly signed off the letter and folded it up, setting it aside to be joined later by your list of essentials, and started a new list. You quickly wrote down some simple things—clothes, your toothbrush and toothpaste, hairbrush, a few books, your computer, and whatever else they thought was important—along with where they might find them so they didn’t have to search for long. You knew you were a little quirky with where you kept things so you figured you could give them some help.

You finished your scribbling and then leaned back in the desk chair. You let your head fall back with an exhausted sigh. So much was going through your mind right then, but you felt your brain would explode if you tried to process it all at that moment. So instead you let your mind fall free to wander where ever it wanted to.

Unsurprisingly, your thoughts turned to Bucky, creating a mental picture of the smile he had given you and the words he had mouthed right before he had gone to sleep. You imagined what it would be like to have him here with you, right in the moment. 

He’d be sitting on the bed, looking out at the city line, admiring all the technology he was being exposed to. He was always a little tech nerd. He would love this place if he got to properly experience it. 

You could picture it so clearly. You could see his excited, puppy dog look as he forced you out with him into the city, gushing over everything new and interesting.

The thought made you smile softly. Maybe when this whole thing was over, you could do that together. 

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You’d given T’Challa your list and letter that night at dinner, and the next morning, just as you were waking up, there was a soft knock on your door. 

“Miss (l/n),” called a feminine voice from the other side of the wood. “We have your things for you.”

You stumbled out of the warm and very comfortable bed towards the door to open it. You probably looked like a mess, but you didn’t care. You opened the door to let in your company.

Several women entered the suite, all of them carrying bags from your luggage set. You stood to the side as they brought in all the luggage, feeling slightly awkward at not offering your help but also not wanting to get in their way. If there was one thing you knew about the Wakandans, it was that they were very methodical and had their routines for everything. So, you just waited quietly by for them to finish stacking the bags in the middle of the floor so you could begin to unpack.

It wasn’t until the last woman set down her bag on top of their mini stack that you spoke up, a little more awake at the sight of an unfamiliar bag.

“Um, I don’t think that’s mine,” you said pointing at the black tactical backpack that was sitting there idly.

She looked up at you, her gaze unaffected. “It was sitting on your coffee table, Miss. It seemed important so we brought it with us. It had this sitting on top of it.” She pulled from her pocket a small folded piece of paper and offered it to you.

You took the paper cautiously. “Alright...”

The head of the group turned to you, her smile kind. “Will that be all, Miss, or is there anything else you need of us.”

You shook your head. “No, thank you.”

They all bowed their heads politely before exiting the suite.

You waited til they had gone before you pounced on the black tactical bag. It was notably heavy in your arms and you carried it over to the bed making you wonder just what the hell was in this bag. Oh you hoped there was nothing alive.

You plopped down on the bed and set the bag aside before taking the folded piece of paper out and unfolding it. You were met with sharp and concise handwriting.

We retrieved this from the Barnes case and thought you might need it. Don’t worry, it’s not evidence. It’s yours. Enjoy. -Everett Ross

In the Barnes case? Was this Bucky’s? 

You threw the note aside and quickly pulled the bag up to you. You quickly tore open the zipper and pulled the main pocket open to see what was inside.

It didn’t look like much at first. There was a set of spare clothes, a simple black, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans, bundled down at the bottom of the back and on top of them, several journal like books were piled in.

A small frown turned your lips down as you pulled out the first journal. It wasn’t the one you had given him, but it was filled to the brim. The pages were obviously used, all crinkled on the outside and stuffed full with little scraps of paper and what appeared to be pictures. On the cover, in the bottom right corner, a small number was printed: 2015, the year you and Bucky had met.

You slowly flipped it open and looked at the first page.

Bucky’s messy handwriting stared up at you from the paper in its dark ink.

Your eyes scanned the first line.

I already filled the last journal, the one that (y/n) gave me, and it’s been less than a week. So, here we’re going to continue the present.

I want to get these memories down first. These are the ones that have her in them, and I’ll be damned if I forget her.

Your breath hitched. These were continuations of Bucky’s memory journals. These were private. You shouldn’t be reading them, but at the same time, there was nothing more you wanted to read more. And so, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head saying “No, don’t do it,” you read on.

She’s interesting. She doesn’t see me to mind my presence much which I like. She’s not afraid of me. Just this morning she shot me a smile and lingered around to ask me how I was doing with my memory problem. I told her I was doing fine, which I am. Her idea was so helpful and I can’t thank her enough for this. Maybe I should bake her a pie. Now all I have to do is figure out a recipe.

You chuckled a bit. You could pick out exactly where in time this was. Not days later he had brought you his mother’s cherry pie. The very thought brought a bright smile to your face and you flipped a couple pages ahead.

I can’t believe this. I can’t even comprehend it. She’d gotten hurt because of me. Some HYDRA thug found her and tried to use her to find me. I don’t think I can ever forget the sight of him towering over her, that knife of his aimed at her face. Thank God I was passing by and stopped her from being hurt. I can’t even imagine what I’d do if I lost her. I couldn’t bare it. She’s the only thing keeping me grounded anymore. But now I have some hope. She told me she cared about me too, and I don’t know if she means what I think she does, but I can’t help but hope for it. This feeling is one of the very few real things I’ve had since I left D.C. I don’t want to lose it just yet.

You shuddered at the memory of your attack in the alley. You remember being so scared, but so relieved when Bucky had come to your rescue. You thought that maybe that was the moment when you realized you had underlying feelings for him. You skipped ahead again, this time landing on a spread that had folded pieces of paper wedged in between the pages. You pulled one out and opened it up.

You look really pretty today, (y/n). Just thought you should know.

You pulled out the next one.

The way you did your hair today was nice. You should do it like that again.

...And the next one.

Thanks for the laugh today. I really needed it.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat. It seemed that all these little pieces of paper in the pages were notes he had written to you. You’d thought that he’d stop writing them shortly after you started to see each other almost every day. The “You owe me a pie” note was the last one you could recall receiving. But here they were: a bunch of notes he had written, but had never given.

There were more notes in between other pages, all of whom held similar messages. You read through them all, each one making you smile fondly at his short but sweet sentiments. When you had finished each note, you promptly returned them to their original spot, mentally marking where each one was if you needed or wanted to revisit them. 

Each note made you happy; happy that he never stopped writing to you even after you began to see each other more frequently, happy that he thought about you, and happy that he noticed little things about you that you didn’t even notice about yourself.

Slowly but surely, you made your way through the entire journal, reading Bucky’s inner thoughts and looking through how he saw the world at the time. Some of the events he described, you recognized (your first date and your first kiss among other things) but some were completely new (like the fact that he had gotten a promotion in the moving company without telling you or the fact that he had to discreetly take out some of his prior handlers that had found him and stalked him for a while). But each event, while being new and interesting from his perspective, gave you a peak into his mind and, even though he wasn’t going to be around for a while, made you feel like you knew him just a little bit better. 

You flicked through the last few pages to the end where there was one more folded sheet resting between the pages and the back cover. You slowly pulled it out and looked it over.

The page was full of words and had a small photograph paper clipped into the top corner. The sight of it made your heart flutter.

The photo was of you and Bucky sometime in the third month of your dating. You were closer to the camera but you weren’t looking at it or holding the camera, making you realize that it was taken by an outside source, probably Nicole or Andrei. You both were sitting on your couch. You had your knees curled under your body and your eyes were squinted shut in a laugh; Bucky must have just told a joke or something. He had his eyes trained on your form, a large and amused smile on his face as he watched you laugh and the look in his eyes made you realize that Liza was right. He looked at you the way Andrei looked at Nicole.

Your eyes trailed from the photo to the page, and you realized that it was a letter. You slowly began to read it.

(y/n), There’s so much about me that I can’t tell you. I’ve done real evil in my life. I’ve killed people, I’ve torn apart families, I’ve destroyed lives, and never once did I feel regret for it. But I want you to know that the man I was is not the man I am. The man I am now is different. The man I was was incapable of feeling anything or doing anything other than what he was told. He was a weapon, an asset at the disposal of monsters. But the man I am now is so much more. I’m a man who can feel and I feel s much about you. I love the way you smile at me, the way you laugh, the way you seem to brighten up any room you walk into. I love the way you make me feel. I love you. You are one of a kind, a person who has accepted me and all my faults without hesitation because you believed I was a good person. And I can never thank you enough for that, for seeing the person you made me want to be rather than the person I was. You made me who I am, and I love you for that. I don’t ever want to lose you, but some days I feel like you should go away where you’ll be safer and happier. You should find someone who will love you better than I can and give you a family, but you stay anyways and I love you for that. Know that I will do my best by you. This is my promise: I will love you and cherish you to the best of my ability. I will do my best to give you every happiness you deserve. I will do all in my ability to keep you safe for as long as I live. Know that I will do all these things and more because that is what I can offer you. Know that I love you, even if I don’t say it that often or at all. Words have never been my strongest suit, and even as I write this, I find it difficult to properly convey how I’m feeling. But I hope that, if you ever read this, you understand just how much I love you. Because I do. I love you, (y/n), and I don’t think I can ever stop. With all my love, Your Bucky

By the time you had finished reading his letter to you, you were crying freely. clutched his written words to your chest.

You couldn’t believe that he had kept this only to himself. When he got out of the ice you were so going to have a conversation with him about this.

The thought brought a small smile to his face. When he got out. You didn’t know when that would be—it could be days, weeks, months, or even years—but you knew it was going to happen. You knew they would wake him up when they developed the medicine to help repair his mind and they’d help him. And you’d be there for him, to support him and help him yourself. And then, when it was all said and done, you two could be together, living as normally as you could.

You carefully set the paper back down onto the bag and turned away from all the journals. Your gaze set itself on the city’s skyline, right at the point where the sun was peeking out over the skyscrapers on the horizon. The blinding light slowly cascaded down, illuminating the room.

You squinted as it reached your eyes, giving a small smile in response to its silent greeting.

Everything would end up alright, you just knew it.

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[lunathebee]

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫

"Let's burn the world together..." ― "HUh?"

"The pearl looks lovely on you In yakunaj (my love)" ― "Thank you...my king"

"What are your thoughts on my...I mean, our kingdom?"― "It's so beautiful..."

"When that filthy man lays a hand on you, it's destined for war to happen" ― "Please Namor-" ― "¡LÍIK’IK TALOKAN!"

"You will be safe here, with me...I'm devoting my heart to you"

"What is that sound?" ― "Do not worry my dear, it's the siren from our Talokani warriors, they're coming to save us"

 "In k’áatech" ― "I love you?" ― "Your Mayan is getting better In yakunaj (my love)"

"Áantení! P’atéen tíin juunaj! (Help! Leave me alone!)" ― "Silent!" (dark-ish Namor oof)

"Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I'm begging you...please. The war is over; we won... but without you, it doesn't matter to me anymore."

"I- I don't understand, why won't you let me leave?" ― "Leave? This is your home now"

Hey ya, my requests are open, so if any dialogue from this list interests you (or if you have a dialogue of your own), feel free to hop into my ask and send a request! Here is my navigation, and I'm planning to make dialogue prompts for all the characters that I write for!

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[octobersmog]

“Ugh, I hate you.” & “It’s not so good to lie to yourself.”

Requested by Anonymous

Word Count: 471

Pairing: T’Challa X Reader

Warnings: None

A/N ew im sorry this is so terrible and so ooc. i’m trying to clear my ask box and wanted to get a couple of things out today while i have the time. also i feel like i really twisted this prompt sdjsakj please forgive me for this abomination.

"Ugh, I hate you."

"Lies."

You glared at the man standing in front of you, hands on your hips. "You give me good reason to."

You could never bring yourself to truly hate T'challa; you were both childhood friends, nearly inseparable. But when he just happened to crash your date again, you were more than a little annoyed.

"I'm sorry," he grinned. "But its funny to watch your dates scurry off like mice."

You pursed your lips, crossing your arms over your chest. "No, it's not."

You knew from the start that your decision to start dating wouldn't go down very well with T'Challa. Even from a young age, he'd been extremely protective of you, which hadn't changed in the slightest over the years.

Snatching up your bag, you turned to stalk past him, but he caught your shoulder.

"You should come tonight," he said. "You'd make it a little more interesting."

"Fine."

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The crowd was milling around the room in a thick throng when you arrived. You worked you way around the edge of the crowd, locating an empty table in the corner.

You hadn't heard from T'Challa since the 'incident' that morning, and you weren't sure whether that was a good or bad thing. He always reacted the same way after he made sure your dates were well and truly ruined; he found any excuse to keep you in his presence, be it a party, a walk through the city, or just relaxing.  

You weren't clueless; you knew what he was doing. It wasn't hard to miss the small glances he gave you when he thought you weren't looking. Any girl you'd ever met would have given anything to be the muse of T'Challa, but to you it just felt...well, strange. Not that you didn't love him, but it was strange to think of him as a lover instead of your best friend, something he'd been to you your whole life.

Shuri appeared in the crowd, winding her way over to you and slipping into the chair opposite you. "So," she began, a small grin on her face. "I hear your date didn't go very well today."

"You could say that," you replied, smirking into your glass. Looking back on it, it had been quite funny to watch the colour drain out of your date's face as he'd realised who T'Challa was.

"You know, I think he likes you," she said slyly, her grin growing.

You snorted "Don't you generally have to like someone to be friends with them?"

"You know what I mean."

You didn't reply, looking down at the glass in your hand, a faint smile on your lips.

"It's not so good to lie to yourself, (Y/N)," she said, a knowing smile on her face.

"I just don't know, Shuri," you said quietly. "I just don't know what to do."

#black panter #black panther imagine #black panther x reader #t'challa #t'challa imagine #t'challa x reader

[yaszx]

someone suggest me good Avenger imagines what I could read during lunch break or when i just need to distract myself for a while. can be long! longer the better! good plot can have ships! preferred: imagine reader.

#marvel #imagine avengers #imagine reader #need something to read and cant find any #have been reading so much #steve rogers #captain america #winter solider #bucky barnes #peter parker #spiderman #thor #tony stark #black widow #black panter #t'challa #tbh any marvel avenger character #tho... no Loki.. #been reading way too many of those.

[arecomicsevengood]

Reading Barry Windsor-Smith’s Monsters at the moment, don’t know if I’ll write a longer review of it when I’m done with it, depends if I come up with a take on it that has a thesis. At the moment I have a few unrelated thoughts:

It’s really dense! I’m reading it in chunks, I wonder how it would’ve read released as a serial first. I’m imagining something like how Sammy Harkham’s been releasing Blood Of The Virgin, like 36 to 48 page chapters every other year.

Something that’s funny about this -- and it’s true for David Mazzucchelli’s Asterios Polyp too -- is that when a book comes out, it draws attention to an author’s backlist, but win BWS’s case the only book in print is Weapon X, a Wolverine comic that has perpetually had attention through virtue of that fact. I do think this book is better than Weapon X but that’s also the only thing to compare it to. (You could compare it to Mazzucchelli’s Big Man actually.)

I wish Bill Sienkiewicz would do a big graphic novel in black and white! But this whole book, and how long it took to make are a reminder of the circumstances that shape the medium, and dictate the pace of production, who is given the space to produce work at their own pace, the complete disinterest the industry has in supporting people who aren’t just constantly receiving royalties from decades-old work.

As ever, I hope the older generation is paying attention to what younger artists are doing, or even just their same-age peers working in different modes of expression -- do you think Fantagraphics made sure BWS got a copy of Gary Panter’s Crashpad?

[gataclism]

Aladdin Au (Presents scene)

'This is Plagg.' said the prince, petting the furr of the huge black panter sitting next to him. 'Do you like cats?'

Next to her, princess Bourgeois shivered, she had arrived before her (and Marinette guessed) have had a less than pleasant encounter with the feline. She snorted just by imagining it.

'What's funny?' asked the prince. Princess Bourgeois smirked, daring her to continue and hopefully screw up.

'Your highness, I just find hilarious for you to call such a majestic animal a "cat".' to her surprise, as if understanding. Plagg sat up straighter, aparently pleased by her words. Prince Adrien smiled.

The prince kneeling down next to the animal to aggressively scratch his neck was all the aswer she had. The panther seemed to like it because he started to purr, filling the silence.

'I... I s-stand corrected, your hi-highness.' she was barely holding her laugh. The prince must have noticed because he started laughing himself. It was the most beautiful sound Marinette had heard.

The Bourgeois girl laughed awkwardly with the prince, and Marinette found herself letting some giggles fall out of her mouth.

'Very well' interrupted the sultan. 'Let's continue with the formalities, please present your gifts.'

Adrien's shoulders sagged and he sighed. Standing to his full hight, all traces of laugh long gone. She frowned, thinking about what could she do to change that. Next to her, princess Bourgeois hurried her handmaiden up. The poor girl could barely hold onto the heavy box she was carrying. Adrien walked to her quickly, taking the chest she almost dropped and reassuring her when she apologized for her carelessness. Marinette blushed, with the cold sultan as his father, where did this boy learn kindness.

'Thank you for the gift, princess Chloe.' he said, putting it aside.

'B-but you didn't even ope-' started saying the blonde but was interrupted.

'I'm pretty sure the jewelry inside that chest is gorgeous, just like the one I alredy have in my room.' he interrupted, not looking at her.

Ouch, she thought.

The sultan looked down at him from his throne, a little almost invisible smile appeared in his face. He then called upon the grand vizier. The surprisingly young looking girl whispered something in his ear and he nodded. The brunette then looked at her, as if expecting something, but the mean look in her eyes told Marinette it was everything but her success.

'What about you?' asked the prince, this time looking at her. She bowed and went to Tikki to grab whatever she had thought of.

'It's empty' Tikki whispered, at the question in her eyes. 'Whatever you want to give him will appear if you think about it, you have all the way over there to decide.' she added at her panicked face, but it helped to nothing.

Marinette took the chest. It was light, of course it was! It was empty! And turn to the prince who made an attempt to help her. But she rejected his help with a shake of her head and started walking.

Internally she was screaming. Adrien was looking at her with confusion in his eyes. But she could only look at the empty box.

Jewelry was a big no.

He already had money.

His clothes were lovely and he had a full closet full of them, surely.

What could he want that he didn't have.

Her eyes widened when she remembered their first encounter and when she finally directed her gaze to the prince and handed him the chest, it had barely changed its weight. The surprise in the prince's face made her smile.

'It's a promise, my prince.' she said in a cryptic tone. The blonde frowned at the chest and then at her, curious he went to open it and everyone (Tikki included), tried to take a peek.

'A flower...?' said the prince in bafflement.

'A flower!? A single flower for that!? What kind of lame attempt...' started princess Chloe, but Adrien made a gesture with his hand that made her shut up.

'Could you please explain your gift, princess Ladybug? I find myself quite curious.' he said, still looking at the flower in amazement. What a silly thing to make him happy, she thought. But she had to concede, because this was a special kind of rose, never seen before in Agrabah.

'A promise, my prince.' she repeated, and then added. 'for that is not any rose, I brought it with me all the way here.' she bowed. 'It is no normal flower, this rose is one of its kind and will never perish, just like my loyalty to you.' at that Adrien looked at her, breathlessly.

'Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. It's just a plant. A cut plant that will die in no time...'

'Mages and scientists had work on it, and I have designed it especially for you, my prince.' she countered, looking harshly at the blonde girl. 'I assure you, whether you preferred to put it in water or not, no harm will come to it. It has magic on it...' she let her eyes go back to the prince and faltered at the sight that received her.

'You... You designed this yourself?' the way he was looking between her and the rose made her blush. He was looking at both like they were the most amazing treasures he had ever seen. She looked at Tikki behind her, the genie nodded in approval with a sweet smile.

'Yes.'

He brought the flower to his face and smelled it, smiling, he asked a guard to take the chest but kept the flower in his hands. Princess Chloe was fumming.

'If that is all, you are all dismissed.' spoke the sultan. Marinette startled, she had forgotten he was even there. 'Tomorrow night we'll have a party in honor to our visitors. You can rest tonight.' he stood and left, quickly followed by his advisor.

Adrien walked up to her and she held her breath.

'It looks weirdly similar to my mother's favorite flower.' he said, she was going to answer but before she could he added. 'but it smells like jasmine, which is my personal favorite... And pine trees, how is that even possible? How did you knew?' she smiled and got closer to him, she had to stand on the tip of her toes to reach his ear.

'As I said, my prince. Magic.' He looked at her in suprise.

'I see. Well, thank you, princess Ladybug.'

She watched him leave, black panter in tow. But before he went out of sight he looked back at her and smiled. She all but melted on spot, blushing furiously. He laughed quietly and left the room, not a single word of farewell given to princess Chloe. The blonde stomped off and left too.

Noone was there to hear the squeals of joy the girl and her genie let out.

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Based on this post.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #Ladybug #Ladrien #ladrienjune #aladdin au #Self indulget #Personal #Cat writes #(tries*)

[sassy-headcanons]

Ironpanther

The most awkward thing to happen between T’challa and Tony (so far) was when T’challa got a notification on his phone, looked at it, and asked Tony “What does it mean to be ‘Daddy as fuck’?”

Tony almost choked on his coffee and had to lay down because of how hard he was laughing.

#tony x t'challa #t'challa imagine #t'challa headcanon #ironpanther #avengers headcanon #avengers imagine #iron man headcanons #black panter headcanon #marvel headcanon #marvel imagine

[welldonebeca]

How many of you would read a T’challa one shot I just wrote? I haven’ watched Black Panter yet but it is not related to the plot. 

(Let me know so I can add you to the character’s tag list) 

#T'challa #t'challa imagine #t'challa fanfiction #Black Panter #Black Panter imagine #Black Panter fanfiction