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His Sunshine in the Darkness: I'm Safe in Her Heart
Back again with anotha' one. Welcome to His Sunshine in the Darkness Part Two!
Here is where things start picking up. You should already have idea of what's about to go down in this chapter so I'm not even gonna hold y'all.
Here's Part One, in case any of you guys missed it!
Enjoy!
Warnings: Main Character Death
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Everything was going so well for Miles... until it wasn't.
It all happened so fast. It was the start of summer, Miles' sophomore year becoming nothing more than a distant sweet memory. His dad left for work that morning, along with his mom. One of the last things he told him,
"Have a good day at work, papá. I love you." Jefferson smiled that good-natured smile, hugging his son in his famous bear hugs as the boy laughed at his antics.
"Will do, son. I love you too." And he was out the door with a large hand around his mom's waist.
That was the last time he'd seen him so alive.
The next time Miles would see his dad was in the hospital, lying on the bed with his mother weeping over his body. He and Uncle Aaron stood behind her. He felt the weight of his tío's hand on his shoulder while he rubbed his mamá's heaving back.
It was the only thing teetering him to this Earth. The only thing that was keeping him mentally here. He could feel the memories of what had happened earlier that led him to this point.
Seeing the building collapse from the window of his room.
Turning on the news to see his dad's body placed in an ambulance.
Reading the news headline, "NYPD Captain in Critical Condition After Saving A Little Girl From Building Collapse."
Seeing Uncle Aaron on the other side of the door, telling Miles they were going to the hospital to see his dad.
Clinging onto Uncle Aaron as he sped through the streets on his motorcycle, silently praying for his dad to be alright.
Hearing his dad's final words as he stood on Death's doorstep. 
"I will always love you, Rio. You're... the love of my life. Aaron, despite... despite our differences, you'll always... always be my baby brother. Take... take care of Rio and Miles for me, yeah? And... Miles... you'll always be my son. My pride... and joy. P-Panthera... is a good girl for you... she'll t-take care of your heart like your mom has done for me... Just know that... Whatever... you choose to do, I-I know you'll be great at it. I... I believe in you. Never forget that... I love all of you... I love you..."
The sound of the heart monitor flatlining in time with his dad's final confession and the limpness on his hand on all of theirs was deafening. 
Just like that... Jefferson Morales was gone. Taking part of his family's heart with him to the great beyond.
The next few days felt like a blur. The most Miles remembers was watching the news, trying to understand why.
Why he now had to grow up with a father. Why his mother had to continue on this journey called life without her husband. Why his uncle had to bury his older brother so damn soon.
Why. Why? Why?!
The answer? A premeditated plan made by some unknown gang. Since being sworn into his position, Jeff had to deal with the steady rise in crime in Brooklyn. He has done a great job thus far, which made criminals hate him even more. What is the best way to solve the problem?
Get rid of him by any means necessary.
The statement left in his dad's office at the station by said gang about his demise said that much.
That stuck with Miles.
While everyone else was enjoying their summer, Miles spent his time rotting away in his bed. His normally pristine room was a wreck from the rage fit he had when he returned from the hospital.
Plenty of his classmates had stopped by the apartment to offer their condolences, but Miles could barely remember who showed up. Miles never felt more out of touch with reality in his short life.
Uncle Aaron and his mother worked together to put together the funeral. Miles never questioned his tío on how he managed to get the funds to pay for everything, and neither did his mother, who was just grateful to have the funds in the first place.
Then the day came. 
Miles was awake in the wee hours of the morning, sightlessly staring up at the ceiling. The boy knew he was nowhere ready to face it.
The physical manifestation that his dad was never coming back.
But he knew he had to.
The mother and son showered, ate breakfast, and dressed in their respective black dress and suit in silence. They went to the local church early so his mother could ensure everything was in order. Miles sat on the steps outside. Aaron arrived soon after, patting the boy on the shoulder, who nodded in acknowledgment, before heading inside to ensure his sister-in-law didn't stress herself even more.
Soon, it was time for the funeral to start. He, his mom, and Uncle Aaron stood towards the church entrance. A lot of Miles' classmates and their parents showed up. Some of his teachers too. Some old friends from his old school showed up. A lot of his dad's coworkers came as well. Members of his mom's side of the family showed up, at least who could on such short notice. Uncle Aaron and his mom did handle most of the conversations. Miles just nodded in acknowledgment. 
Until she showed up.
Miles always considered Panthera to be an angel. But he didn't expect her to come to her to come as one. 
While everyone, including his family, showed up wearing black, she and her father, whom Miles finally had the opportunity to meet, showed up in white with white face paint adorning their features.
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Miles felt a bit of himself return to reality for the first time since the hospital.
Panthera had left Brooklyn with her dad to visit Oakland just a few days before his dad passed away. He texted her what happened, which led to a late-night FaceTime call with her comforting him. A part of him desperately wanted her to be there with him, hold him, and comfort him. But he knew that she couldn't. When she promised to be there for the funeral, it eased his bleeding heart for the night.
Seeing her physically in front of him was like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for so long...
Miles finally tuned in to the conversation being had between the adults.
"No disrespect or anything, Eric, but um... why white," Aaron asked as he took in the outfits of the young man he helped years ago and his daughter.
"It's customary in our culture to wear white to funerals," Eric answered easily. Aaron raised a brow at this but accepted this.
"Well, thank you for coming and honoring my husband in your unique way, Mr. Stevens and Panthera. Your... Your support means a lot," Rio spoke up, her voice shaky. Eric squeezed her hand.
"Please, call me Eric. And, of course. I'm sorry I never got to meet the man himself, but from Panthera has told me about him... it sounds like he was an amazing man and an incredible father..." Eric's eyes focused on Miles. "I know what it's like to lose a dad. Just know you're always welcome in our home if you ever need it..." With a pat on the boy's shoulder, Eric entered the church. Panthera was about to follow her father when someone grabbed her hand. She turned to find Miles' eyes nervously searching her own.
"I... C-Could you sit next to me during the service, gatita?" Panthera's brows nearly kissed her hairline at the sudden request. She wasn't family, so she had no real reason to be with them...
...but she could see that Miles wanted her to be by his side. No... needed her to be by his side.
"...If it's alright with your mother and uncle, then sure," she said softly. The pair turned to Rio and Aaron, who were already observing the exchange. Rio gave the girl a watery smile, hugging the girl tightly.
"Of course, you can. We already consider you to be family, mija. Please, sit with us." Panthera hugged the grieving widow back.
"Then it will be my honor..."
Soon, the group entered the church to start the service.
Aaron acted as Rio's pillar of support, and Panthera acted as Miles' as they made their way down the aisle. Panthera sent a silent look to her Baba, who seemed to understand that she would be with family rather than with him. His eyes softened at the boy walking beside her, knowing he needed a friend, and Eric was proud that Panthera could be that friend. Miles had a death grip on Panthera's arm as they walked through the pews with people staring at them. Luckily, his precious gatita didn't seem to mind, rubbing his arm soothingly as she offered her quiet support. Soon they were finally in front of the casket.
An open casket.
From the side, Jeff looked as if he was sleeping. It's not until you get closer you see the enormous gash on the other side of his head. The suit concealed his other injuries well.
Still, the sight of his body was enough to break Aaron, Miles, and Rio into tears. Miles couldn't cry for days. Upon hearing the news of his father's condition, the numbness he felt seeped into his bones and nervous systems, stifling all other emotions.
But now? It was like the floodgates were broken, splintered into millions of tiny, unfixable pieces. He collapsed on his knees alongside his mother, crying for a man long gone. Aaron stared at his brother's face as he held his grieving widow, tears running down his angular face like neverending waterfalls. Panthera's comforting arms found their way around Miles' shoulders, a few tears escaping her eyes into his hair.
"I'm here, Mi. Let it all out. I'll still be here..."
The service soon started after Miles and his family calmed down. A slideshow of Jeff throughout his life played on a projector in the background. A choir sang. Tears were shed. And the sermon was preached. Miles felt himself zone in and out until the preacher focused on him specifically, bringing him back with sharp focus.
"For the Bible says in Romans 13 verse 4, "...if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer." Young man... Your father died protecting this city and its citizens. I'm sure one of the things he taught you was to follow your conscience... in an often cruel world. Trust in that. Trust and believe in your heart that the criminals who took him away will face judgment."
Miles felt something twist in his chest as he looked at the preacher, giving a slow nod. Aaron didn't have to look to know that his nephew was glancing at him periodically as the preacher continued his message.
He knew there was gonna be a talk later.
When the man was done, it was time for those who wanted to share a few last words to take a stand and go to the front of the church.
Rio gave a heartfelt speech about her husband and how they spent many happy years together in their marriage.
Uncle Aaron talked about their childhood and how even though Jeff was a pain in the neck to him, he'll always be his older brother and will always love him as such.
Some of Jeff's coworkers spoke on his leadership, his love for the law, and his heart always wanting to serve and protect those who needed it most.
It took Miles a bit of courage to go up, but with reassuring hugs from his family and Panthera, he made his way to the podium. He shared how much of a loving, caring, doting, protective, and goofy dad he was—reminiscing on all the good, bad, and ugly times in their relationship. How much he loves him, even then, as he gazes at his dad's coffin.
"I remember the last thing I told you was 'I love you.' And... only God knows h-how glad I-I am that was the last thing I ever s-said to you. I know there were t-times wh-where we d-didn't see eye to eye, b-but you were still m-my dad at the e-end of the day... a-and I was still your s-son. I-I hope you're a-at peace, d-dad.Te quiero... te quiero mucho papá..." The boy couldn't hold back his tears, sobbing into the sleeve of his suit jacket. The boy couldn't see past his tears as he staggered away from the podium. Luckily, he didn't need to see.
He felt Panthera's familiar embrace wrap around his waist, silently urging him to lean on her as she led him back to their assigned bench. The girl silently handed him off to his mother, who immediately wrapped him in her arms and kissed his forehead. Through his sobs, he heard the preacher ask for one more person to come up before they ended, and much to his surprise, Panthera gracefully turned on heel and made her way back up to the podium.
She pulled the wireless mic from the stand before turning her attention to address the crowd.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Panthera Stevens. A close friend of Miles Morales... I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Morales towards the end of my freshman year. Upon our first meeting, I could see how fiercely he loved. How he would tenderly gaze at Mrs. Morales. How warmly he would watch Miles speak about our experiences and interactions. How welcoming he was to me, curious and willing to open his home to someone his son befriended. Since then, I have spent much time with the family. They made me feel as if I was family. He spoke to me as if I was a daughter than just a friend of his beloved son. I could see where Miles got his heart from..." The family gazed up at the girl in awe as she spoke. Her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, but her voice remained steady and resolute. Panthera's warm gaze lingered on the trio.
"What happened to Jefferson Morales was sudden, tragic, and heartbreaking. I know... I know it may seem as if this is the end of life, but I beg to differ. You see... in my culture, my father's culture, my grandfather's culture... death is not the end. It's more of a... stepping-off point. You reach out with both hands, and Bast and Sekhmet... they lead you to the green veld where you can run forever. We celebrate the life the person lived on this plane and the start of their new one in the plane beyond, which is why we dress in white. He may not be here with us physically, but he will always live in the hearts he touched while he was here. If the family permits, I love to sing one song in his honor and memory." Rio nodded to the girl, giving a weepy smile. 
A member rushed up to the front; one quick conversation was all needed before sprinting away.
Soon the instrumental of the song played through the stereo system.
"Stand if you would like. Mr. Morales... Jeff, this for you..."
If you were to ask Miles to describe Panthera's voice in one word, he would say "passionate." He's heard her sing many times before, but this time...
It was like she was pouring out everything within her to sing this song in front of everyone. To say the words his father could no longer say for himself. From the corner of his eye, he could see his mother clasp both hands over her heart, beaming despite her heartache. Aaron's eyes shimmered with pride, happy to see his brother's philosophy performed so beautifully by a girl he would've loved to see become his daughter-in-law. Panthera approached the family, a ghost of a smile could be seen on her lips.
"I just want them to know..." 
She grasped Aaron's large hand with her small one, squeezing comfortingly, "That he gave his all, did his best..."
Panthera moved on to Rio, hugging her briefly but fiercely, "Brought people some happiness..."
She stopped in front of Miles, cupping the back of his neck so he could rest his forehead against hers for a moment. His teary tawny eyes met her warm expresso ones. "Left this world a little better just because..."
The girl turned to face the closed casket, a single tear escaping her eye. "He was here..."
Panthera sang the song's final lines with all she had, laying a single hand over the smooth wood of the casket as she sang the last line. When she finished, the crowd burst into tearful applause, but she wasn't paying them any mind. Her gaze remained focused on the closed lid that hid its occupant from sight.
"Rest in Power, Jefferson Morales..."
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The funeral procession made its way to the cemetery. Panthera and Eric ended up riding with the family at the insistence of Rio and Aaron. The adults were talking amongst themselves while Miles held onto Panthera in silence. Panthera mindlessly rubbed Miles' neck as his face was hidden in hers.
"You okay, Mi," she asked softly, not wanting to draw too much attention to them. She felt him nod, lips brushing against her sensitive skin.
"Just wanna hold you..." The girl let out a mute chuckle, relaxing further in the boy's arms, much to his delight.
"Of course, anything for you..."
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The burial was a quick affair. When the time came to lay Jeff to rest, everyone was emotionally haggard. When everyone threw in their choice of flowers, Panthera and Eric threw in a single Black-Eye Susan.
Eric and Panthera silently crossed their arms over their chests as the dirt was thrown to cover the coffin.
"Phumla ngoku, joni," Eric whispered. Panthera felt her bottom lip wobble but stood strong alongside her Baba.
"Enkosi ngenkonzo yakho... siyakuthanda," she said quietly.
It was finished. 
Here Lies Jefferson Morales: Father, Husband, Brother, Hero.
Rest in Peace...
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It's been about two hours after the funeral and burial, and Miles hasn't moved from his position on the couch for about an hour and a half. Aaron had stepped out for a while, promising to return by dinner. His mother had decided to take some time to sleep before deciding on dinner.
It would most likely be takeout again. Rio Morales hasn't had the energy to cook since Jeff died. The most she'll do is figure out what her son and brother-in-law were in the mood for and go from there.
Miles was mulling over what he could possibly eat tonight when there was a knock on the door. The boy huffed from his position on the couch, not in the mood to deal with any more people for the day. Whoever it was seemingly didn't get the message and knocked again, more insistently. Miles glared tiredly at the barrier, hoping the person would get the hint and go away.
Soon his phone started to ring. LOUDLY.
The song "Hide" played through the phone speakers, immediately alerting Miles of who was calling him.
Panthera.
The boy scrambled to answer the call.
"P-Panthera," he asked slowly, confused as to why she was calling.
"Mi! I know you're inside, get off your ass and open the door before my arms give out!" Miles didn't need to be told twice, as he could literally hear her annoyance over the phone and outside his front door.
He met with the sight of Panthera and his father holding bags and containers. The pair were dressed down, wearing matching black wife beaters, gray sweats, and black socks with black Nike slides.
Miles blinked owlishly as he moved back to make room for the duo to enter his home (shoes off, of course) and head to the kitchen.
"Not be rude or anything, but... why are you two here," Miles asked as they set everything down on the counter or on the floor. Eric gave the boy a smirk.
"Your mom has mentioned to Panthera in passing how you all have been eating takeout more often than an actual home-cooked meal. My little girl has taken it upon herself to change that and make dinner for you all." Panthera glared playfully at her father, smacking his chest.
"Not little," she mumbled, completely ignoring how she was the shortest of the group. Miles and Eric chuckled, choosing not to comment on it.
"Sure, gatita. Thank you for Panthera... for everything." The girl spared a glance at her friend, finding a tired, vulnerable, yet grateful expression on his face. She sent him a small smile.
"Think nothing of it, Mi. Now go to sleep. You look half dead," she said, shooing the boy away. The boy let out a tired chuckle, leaning over to brush a sleepy kiss on the girl's temple before he went on his way. Eric raised a brow at that.
"Baby girl?" Panthera looked up to her father, who had a thoughtful look.
"That boy Miles... do you think he likes you more than just a friend," Eric quietly asked, not wanting to be overheard. 
'I love you, mi vida...' Panthera cleared her throat, pulling the produce she'll need for the recipe she had in mind for tonight.
"What makes you say that," she asked instead, cleaning off the veggies in the sink. A hand landed on her shoulder, forcing the girl to acknowledge her father's presence.
"I'm serious, Panthera. I know he's grieving the loss of his father, and it's wonderful that he has someone like you in his corner. He seems really comfortable with you to be considered just a friend..." Panthera pursed her lips, mulling over her next words.
"...It wouldn't surprise me if he liked me like that... I like him too, Baba. Very much," Panthera whispered, glancing at the slumbering boy on the family couch. Eric could see the soft look in his daughter's eyes as she looked at him. She didn't have to admit this to him. Eric knew Panthera loved the boy. And he could see Miles' love for her, clear as day whenever he looked at her...
But there was something there. Something... darker...
Maybe it was just Eric, but he could see a bit of himself in Miles. He lost his father when he was a young boy, having to witness his body grow colder and colder until nothing but a shell remained. He had to grow up alone. All Eric wanted was to be seen. 
To be heard. 
To be loved. 
But he was left alone, unable to get into contact with the people who seemingly rejected his father—rejected him. 
If he had someone like his daughter in his corner, he would've done anything and everything to keep them in his life. 
Even if it meant getting rid of others that stood between him and his person.
He would burn it all if it meant that one person who showed their love to an unfortunate soul such as himself would stay, be with him, and continue to love him. All because he loved them.
And if they didn't... well... they would have forever to learn to love him again, now wouldn't they?
Eric mentally shook off that last thought and looked at his daughter, who was looking up at him, those dark eyes peering curiously into his own.
"I know you do, inkosazana yam encinci. Anybody would be lucky enough to have your love... just be careful." Eric watched as Panthera's brows pinched in confusion.
"What do you mean, Baba..." Eric sighed, gazing at the occupant in the next room over.
"Love is a powerful emotion. It could empower you, give you purpose, and make this thing called life all the more worth it... but sometimes, it can change one's moral compass. Make them wanna do anything and everything to keep it close. People do unexplainable things when they're in love... I just want to know that the person that falls in love with my little girl can make her happy the same way she makes them happy. Freely..." Panthera hugged her father.
She wasn't entirely sure what to make of his words, but she knew that there was a reason behind it all. Maybe he'll explain it more when she's older...
"I'll do my best to be careful, Baba. Ndiyakuthandana," she mumbled into his broad chest. The man hugged her back, squeezing her.
"Nam ndiyakuthanda..." He kissed her forehead.
"I have to go now. I have another job tonight. You going to be okay," Eric asked softly. Panthera nodded.
"I'll be fine, Baba, I know things are getting worse ever since Mr. Morales died, but you took a lot of precautions to make sure I can defend myself if necessary. Hopefully, I can get home before it gets too late, but if not, I'll see if I could spend the night here and go home in the morning," Panthera said. Eric nodded. It wasn't the first time Panthera had spent the night at the Morales household, so either way, Eric can trust she'll be in good hands.
"Okay. Bye, baby girl, see you soon..." The girl followed her dad to the front door.
"Bye, Baba, see you later."
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Miles awoke to the smells of rich spices and seasoned meat a few hours later. The boy blinked blearily, eyes catching sight of Panthera cooking and dancing to the music playing through his portable speaker in the kitchen. Miles sighed dreamily as he watched his little wife-
I mean girlfriend-
I MEAN, FRIEND!
Yes, friend, make herself more comfortable in his home. It seemed so natural for Panthera to be there. God, what he would give to have something like this every day...
Panthera turned around, finding Miles' sleepy grin there to greet her. She smiled.
"Hey there, sleepyhead. How are you," she cooed, walking over to the couch. The Afro-Latino immediately sat up, pulling the girl into his lap before she could try to find open space on the couch. Panthera raised a brow at this.
"Mi, I'm not a teddy bear, you know," she drawled as Miles nuzzled her neck.
"Mmm... yes, you are. You're my teddy bear," he mumbled, pressing his lips against her throat as if to imprint those words onto her skin. Panthera chuckled, trying to pull Miles out of his hiding place only for him to let out a whine of complaint. 
"Nooooooo..." She could partially feel his pout.
"C'mon, Mi, let me up. I need to double-check to see how the food's doing." As if on cue, Miles' stomach let out a loud growl. Panthera laughed freely, knowing the boy was blushing.
"C'mon, you can come with me, and we'll see if I can feed the beast from within," she teased, poking his belly. The boy let out a disgruntled grumble before releasing the girl, simpering happily as she held his hand to lead him into the kitchen. 
"Smells amazing, gatita. What're you making," Miles asked as he watched Panthera taste-test the dish.
"Injera, Doro Wat, and Gomen, it's Ethiopian Spicy Chicken Stew and Collard Greens served a Flatbread," Panthera said offhandedly, leaning into Miles' embrace when she felt his arms make themselves at home around her waist. Miles rested his head on the girl's shoulder, curious.
"Want a bite," Panthera offered. After a small nod, Panthera guided a forkful of chicken dipped in sauce into the boy's awaiting mouth. The boy let out a happy moan at the series of flavors exploding on his tongue.
"Ohmygod," he groaned, squeezing the girl. Panthera smiled at the reaction.
"Good," she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Mhmmmm... I'm so marrying you so I can have this for the rest of my life," he said. Panthera burst out laughing. Little did the girl know that Miles was being dead serious.
"Relax, Mi. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Plus, we're still years away from even thinking about that," Panthera chuckled, plating the food.
"Can you go set the table and wake up your mother? I'll finish plating everything and wash the rest of the dishes." Miles nodded, kissing Panthera's cheek before wandering off. The girl paused a bit, blushing.
'That felt... oddly romantic? I mean, we did almost kiss at his dad's party, but it's not like either of us has really made a move since then. What changed? Could Baba really be onto something here?'
Before the girl could think harder on the matter, she heard the front door open and close, hearing Aaron announcing his presence.
"Umalume! Just in time for dinner," she smiled. The older man looked surprised to see her, similar to Rio, as she groggily trailed behind her son, who immediately helped his friend set the plates on the table.
"Hello, Mrs. Morales. I hope you managed to get some rest." Rio blinked at the table arrangement before on Panthera's shy smile.
"Hello, Panthera and I did, thank you. Wh... What is all this?" Panthera's smile brightens a little.
"After you told me that your family hasn't had a real home-cooked meal since Mr. Morales' passing, I got my Baba to take me to the supermarket and brought some food prep from home to make you all something." A slow smile spread on Rio's lips as she hugged the girl.
"Oh, mija, thank you. You've been a literal angel throughout this time, and I can't be more grateful that Miles has someone like you in his corner. Muchas gracias querida." PAnthera hugged the woman back, heart full.
"Of course, Mrs. Morales. You've all been through a lot. This is the least that I can do," Panthera said. Rio pulled back, hands firmly on Panthera's shoulders as she looked the girl squarely in her eyes.
"Please, mija. Call me Rio. I meant what I said today when I said that we consider you to be family. You are family, Panthera." The girl teared up a bit but smiled, nodding her understanding.
"Okay, Rio. Now come, best to eat while it's still warm." Panthera urged the family to find a seat at the table, taking a seat by a heart-eyed Miles.
Rio and Aaron sent each other a silent look.
'She's good for him.'
'Yeah, she is.'
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The Morales/Davis family finished dinner with full bellies and content smiles. They complimented the girl on her culinary skills, who accepted the praise with a blush. Panthera offered to take care of the dishes, which was vehemently rejected by Miles.
"You've done so much today, muñeca. Lemme do this for you." Then proceeds to kiss her cheek in front of his mother and uncle. You could cook on an egg of Panthera's face with how hot her cheeks were burning. Rio and Aaron only smiled secretly, chuckling at the two teens.
As soon as Miles was done, they all sat and chatted, occasionally laughing and joking with each other. Panthera soon looked down at her phone, staring in shock at the time.
"Bast! I didn't realize how late it was getting! I need to go home," Panthera exclaimed, standing up and patting her pockets to ensure she had everything. Miles felt his heart drop to his stomach.
Panthera squeaked when she suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around her, pulling her into a solid chest. Miles buried his face in the crock of her neck, not caring if his mamá y tío could see him and Panthera like this.
"Miles-"
"Stay." Panthera shivered as the single word was whispered right next to her ear.
"I probably really should try-" Rio interjected.
"No, please, Panthera. Stay the night. Walking the streets alone is too dangerous, especially since crime has been increasing nearly every day." Panthera looked into the pleading eyes of Rio before turning to Aaron.
"Umalume, can't you walk me home? You know I don't live that far from you," Panthera tried. Aaron sighed.
"Sorry, lil cub, but Rio is right. I've been caught in a couple of fights just trying to get home. I don't want to risk you being caught up in that." Panthera pursed her lips in thought. It wasn't until Miles turned her around and cupped her face in his hands.
"Please, gatita. I don't want to lose another person. I can't lose another person in my life. Especially not you. You mean too much to me. Please, stay... I need you..." Damn it, if the vulnerable look in those tawny brown eyes didn't seal it for her, his words did.
"...okay, I'll stay. I'll take the guest bedroom..." Panthera's question trailed off when she noticed the semi-sheepish look on Aaron's face.
"Sorry, Panthera, but I've kinda been using it." The girl smiled at the man, silently reassuring him. 
"No worries then, I could take the couch-"
"No, the heck you not!"
"Absolutely not, mija!"
The girl looked at mother and son with an exasperated expression.
"Then what do you suggest," she huffed. Miles was quick to respond.
"You could sleep in my room. It's not like you haven't done so before." Panthera glanced at Rio, silently asking if that was okay. Rio smiled and nodded.
"Just keep the door open, you two~!"
"RIO!" "MAMÁ, PLEASE!"
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After a quick and embarrassing escape, a change of clothes, and a quick night routine, Panthera and Miles lay side by side in the dark room. Miles, in his wife beater and gym shorts, couldn't help but admire Panthera in his clothes.
He gave her one of his old t-shirts that swallowed her frame, reaching her thighs. She rejected the shorts he tried giving her, claiming too much clothing makes it harder for her to sleep at night. He didn't put up much of a fight, finding the view she provided quite enticing. He wanted nothing more but to reach out and caress those brown thighs...
"You can come closer, you know," he quietly stated, drawing random shapes on her arm. Panthera blushed.
"You sure? Wouldn't that seem..." The boy raised a brow, waiting for the girl to finish her sentence.
"Intimate?" The boy blinked before giving a little shrug.
"I mean... it would. But I wouldn't mind that... do you?" Panthera chewed on her bottom lip, mulling over her answer.
"I... I don't mind either..." Miles smiled, tugging on the girl's waist to pull her closer. The boy even went as far as to rest one of her legs on his hip.
"Mmm, comfy," Miles asked, finding Panthera's eyes in the dark. The girl nodded, unable to get her voice to work without it coming out as a high pitch squeak. Miles chuckled, kissing her forehead.
"Heh, so freaking cute. Goodnight, gatita. Sweet dreams."
"Goodnight, Mi. Sweet dreams..."
The pair managed to doze off into a comfortable slumber.
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Miles stared at the beauty sitting next to him. The pair was out on top of one of the building's rooftops. The moon was out tonight, ethereal light bathing the girl in a breathtaking glow. He could see the stars twinkling in her eyes, creating a new galaxy in those dark orbs. Panthera glanced at him, noting the dazed look in Miles's eyes.
"What are you looking at, Mi," she teased good-naturely, ignoring the warmth feeling flooding her cheeks.
"You, princesa," Miles answered easily, scooting closer to the girl. He took note of the confused blink he received as he cupped her cheek.
"God, you're so beautiful, Panthera. How are you even real," Miles whispered, looking into her galaxy-decorated eyes. The girl's eyes began to cross as Miles approached her face.
"Mi...?" A shiver escaped the boy. He always loved the way that nickname sounded coming from her.
"I love you, Panthera. Te amo tanto, mi vida," Miles sighed, leaning in for a long-awaited kiss...
Only to be shoved away at the last second.
Miles' furrowed expression turned into one of fear. The disgusted look on Panthera's face, the cold look in her eyes.
"What the hell, Miles?! I don't love you like that." His heart shuddered to a stop.
"Wh-what?" The girl stood, backing away from him.
"Why would I ever love someone as needy and broken as you? Be so for real, Morales. I don't want your deranged love. Keep that shit to your fucking self." Panthera turned on her heel and ran inside the building.
"Panthera, wait! I'm sorry, please!" The boy chased after her, heart aching as she remained out of reach. The staircase seemed to go on forever as he tried racing down them.
"Leave me alone, Miles!" 
"No, gatita, please! Don't leave me, don't leave me!" Tears ran down the boy's cheeks in ragged streaks, losing sight of her. The boy took a harsh tumble as he accidentally stepped on his untied shoelaces. After an eternity of rolling, the boy reached the bottom of the staircase. He could see the exit just meters away—the door was left wide open, blowing in the seductive scent of his beloved. Miles stared into nothingness. The aches and pains going off in different parts of his body were nothing compared to the gaping hole in his chest.
He curled into himself and sobbed.
"Panthera, mi amor, mi vida... Vuelve, por favor. Te amo. Lo lamento, Lo lamento..." He begged and cried. Silently pleading for the girl to hear his cries and come through that door. To hold him and say she was sorry. That she didn't mean any of her cruel words and will never leave him...
That she will always love him.
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"...les... Mil... Mi, wake up! You're having a nightmare. Wake up, please..." Miles let out a tired moan, his swollen eyes struggling to open. His eyes struggled to focus, but slowly, he could see and worried and frantic Panthera straddling him. 
"P... Panthera," he croaked, his voice thick with sleep and unshed tears. He watched as her face morphed into one of relief.
"Oh, thank Bast, you scared me, Mi! I just slipped out to use the bathroom, and when I came back, you were shaking and crying in your sleep. You were speaking in Spanish, but you sounded so hurt, Mi," Panthera whispered frantically. She didn't want to wake Aaron or Rio with their conversation. Miles shuddered at the lingering memory of his dream, wrapping his arms around the girl, hugging her tight.
"I'm sorry I scared you, Panthera," he weakly apologized, snuggling closer to the girl's warmth. Panthera returned the embrace, running her fingers over the week-old stitch pattern of the boy's braids.
"Shhh, it's okay, Mi. I'm here, I promise," she whispered. He looked into her dark brown eyes, seeing their familiar warmth.
"Really," he asked in a small voice. As much as Miles didn't want to admit it, that dream scared him just as much as he had seen his dad's broken body on the news. The strong potential of losing someone close to his heart scared him. 
He loves the girl. He would move heaven and Earth to keep her in his life. 
He needed to know that she'll stay.
"Of course, I promise. I love you, Mi." Miles let out a shaky breath when he felt those full lips press against his clammy forehead. God, he wanna bask in this moment forever...
"I love you too, Panthera..." Miles couldn't help himself. He kissed her clothed chest, right where her heart was. Panthera allowed herself to be maneuvered to Miles' comfort. She laid on her back with his head on her chest; his ear pressed against it to hear her heartbeat. Miles' long body was nicely accommodated by the softness of Panthera's thighs over his hips. The featherlight touch over his hair and eyes coaxed the boy into a peaceful slumber.
Panthera watched as the boy slipped back into unconsciousness, her mind wired.
She wasn't expecting such a drastic reaction when she returned from using the bathroom. Miles was sleeping so peacefully when she left...
She also didn't tell Miles she heard her saying her name. She had an okay understanding of his mother tongue and could help but blush at the parts she did understand.
'Panthera, my love... please... I love you...'
She wasn't entirely sure what Miles was begging for, but whatever the dream version of her did left him with an empty, scared, and heartbroken look in his tired eyes.
Something about that look unsettled her. She never wanted to be the cause of that look; she loved Miles. She wanted him to be happy...
The girl let out a tired sigh.
'Sleepy, sleepy...'
She looked down at the boy sleeping on her chest and bit her lip.
As carefully as she could, she tilted the boy's head up. She watched fondly as his face unconsciously scrunched up and let out a whine at being moved. Only to be silenced when she gently pecked his lips. She had to suppress an amused giggle when a dopey smile crossed his face, and he snuggled up to her.
"Goodnight, Mi..."
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The rest of the year was very busy for Miles. When Panthera left that morning to go back home, and his mom went to take a shift at the hospital, he spoke to his Uncle Aaron about his "business dealings."
"Miles, I don't think it'll be a good idea-"
"Tío, please. You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important to me. I want to be able to protect the people I love. What if papá wasn't enough for them? What if they manage to get to mamá or even Panthera? I can't lose anyone, Uncle Aaron, I can't. I won't let those bastards get away with what they've done to my family."
"...alright, kid. Lemme take care of a few things first, and we can start...."
It took a couple of months of training and remodeling a suit, but soon Brooklyn had a new Prowler. 
The newcomer was just as good as his predecessor, if not better. And he was always in high demand.
Miles was proud of the name he had created for himself in the crime underworld. The business was doing well, so he could support his mother at home and at her job. With the extra bonuses he and his uncle received, he would save most of it, spend a little on himself, and hopefully soon, on his precious gatita.
With it being their junior year and his new mantle as Prowler, Miles had difficulty spending time with her outside of school. He missed the days when they would spend their days together, whether they drew in their respective sketchbooks or curled up on his couch watching "Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron" for the 50th time (it was Panthera's favorite movie, he wasn't going to deny his precious kitten anything). 
The last time they spent real time together (like for more than an hour) was toward the end of summer. School was supposed to start in less than two weeks, and Miles was still training but was about to take up his first assignment as the Prowler in just a few days. Miles had stopped by Panthera's apartment to ask her to come tagging with him. What resulted from that was a mural of his father. He remembers staring up at the smiling face of his papá. At that point, it's been over a month and a half since Jeff died. He wanted a physical reminder of what he was doing this for...
The comforting feeling of having Panthera's arms around his waist warmed his chest. Her words rang sweetly in his ears.
"Whatever you do, I know your dad would be proud of you, Miles. You will always be his pride and joy..." Miles allowed his hand to find hers, intertwining against his stomach.
"Thank you, Panthera... it means more than you know..."
In the months since then, the two would spend time in class, studying, or spending a rare Saturday together. Despite their limited time together, Panthera could clearly see the difference in Miles. The coldness in his stare. His aloofness to the majority of their classmates around him. The silent, almost predatory vibe in his stance and walk. 
He morphed from the Summer Child she knew from their freshmen and sophomore year until a Winter Soldier.
Their classmates had noticed this, some choosing to stay out of the boy's way while others flocked to him, finding this change cool and finally worthy of their attention. Guys soon began calling him their homeboy, while girls batted their eyes at him with flirtatious grins on their glossy lips.
Miles remained indifferent to this attention. Only seeking the attention of one person.
Panthera.
He knew his precious kitten never liked having so many eyes on her, and ever since he became "popular," he was hardly alone. There were a few moments when he could snag her away for a few minutes of solitude. Panthera would always find herself in the boy's lap. His arms circled around to keep her close. He would normally find his face buried in her neck or resting on her chest to listen to her heartbeat.
She was his small piece of heaven.
Miles had found his eyes straying to the couples in the halls during passing or in the lunchroom. Often times imagining himself and Panthera in the same setting. His mamá y tío have been waiting for him to finally take the leap of fate and ask her to be his, officially. 
He decided their junior year would be the start of their love story.
Neither of them anticipated how bloody of a start it would be...
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CLIFFHANGERRRRR! Sorry not sorry lol. P.S. I know the font with Miles' dream is off, I honest to God don't know what Tumblr is on.
Dedicated to @444morales and @l0v3morales
Translations:
~Spanish~
Mija : Darling
Te quiero... te quiero mucho papá : I love you… I love you so much dad
Muchas gracias querida : Thank you so much dear
muñeca : doll
Te amo tanto, mi vida : I love you so much my life
Panthera, mi amor, mi vida... Vuelve, por favor. Te amo. Lo lamento, Lo lamento... : Panthera, my love, my life… Come back, please. I love you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry…
-Xhosa-
Phumla ngoku, joni : Rest now, soldier
Enkosi ngenkonzo yakho... siyakuthanda : Thank you for your service… we love you
inkosazana yam encinci : my little princess
Baba : Father
Ndiyakuthandana : I love you
Nam ndiyakuthanda... : I love you too...
Umalume : Uncle
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multifandomteddybear · 8 months
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Decided to switch back to Ben 10's prime universe for a bit and do some art with my OC, Sal. And here I depicted a moment where Salvadora, who has known Joseph Chadwick since the time he was the director of alien technology for the Forever Knight, meets her dear adversary once again for the first time after most of the Forever Knights' forces were destroyed in the war against Dagon and Chadwick became the king of the few remaining members of the organization.
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chaneajoyyy · 2 years
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Do you know of any Halloween/fall M’Baku or T’Challa fics?
M'BAKU / T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS
M'BAKU HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS
shadows in the closet- @supersizemeplz
risky dreams- @eerythingisshaka
wakanda as warewolves imagines, wakandan supernatural au’s/imagines, willing heart, your worst nightmare- @youreallyshouldtalkmore
the arrival series- @muse-of-mbaku
girl of his dreams- @tchallasbabymama
T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS
three king of dreams (ft. erik and m’baku (for christmas but still a little spooky), a single prick series- @supersizemeplz
fictober 27 ��remember, you have to remember”;  “fictober 29″ at least it can’t get any worse”- @eerythingisshaka
wakanda as warewolves imagines, wakandan supernatural au’s/imagines, your worst nightmare, noble intentions- @youreallyshouldtalkmore
ever after- @wakandan-flowerz
crossroads blues @tchallasbabymama
howl- @hearteyes-for-killmonger
***IF YOU HAVE OR KNOW ANYONE WHO HAS M'BAKU AND T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS PLEASE HIT MY LINE SO I CAN ADD!!!***
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cursivebloodlines · 9 months
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MUSE: Logan Chadwick (Page still under construction)
OPEN TO: F/NB | Mutuals & Non-mutuals
PLOT/CONNECTIONS: Inspired by this
CREATED WITH: Beta
@indiestarter | Open Starters Tag
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"I know I like to move fast and live in the moment but let me just get this straight -" Logan trailed off, pausing to laugh at the absurdity of the situation that had just been thrust upon him. "How do we suddenly go from 'you're coming with me to my high school reunion' to 'Oh, by the way, we're engaged?' I haven't even got a fake ring to give you. Will a Haribo one do?" He crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed, "Romance is dead now, apparently." He still allowed the thought to cross his mind. At the end of the day, wasn't he doing his friend a favour? There were definitely worse situations or favours he could be asked to do. Besides...who doesn't love a good party? But...Logan, being Logan, was never the type to simply cave so easily. A stubborn man at best, one who liked to push his luck. "Okay, alright. Let's pretend I'm entertaining the idea for a moment. If I do this for you, what's in it for me?"
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unamused-boss · 8 months
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Good energy
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Okay. This is my first ever fic on here, so I do appreciate polite criticism pls! Plus I've read almost everything for every character I am unhealthy obsessed with... sooo here we go!
Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader
(Billy might be a bit OC in this)
Warnings: strong language, under age drinking
Summary: When Billy moved to Hawkins Indiana he expected rednecks, hicks, and cows. Which he did see and was very much disappointed with. But that was until he sees some color pop out of no where one night in Hawkins.
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Billy was spending his time in Hawkins as patiently as he could, which was close to none. The people were bland, the school was bland, and the weed was bland. 'God I want out of here' was a common thought that crossed his mind through out his day. Between having to deal with his shit-bird of a step-sister Max and with the ass kissing wannabes that do nothing but stick to his ass. All Billy wanted to do was go back to California. The sunsets, the beaches, the waves, the girls, all of it he wanted it all back. The only slight enjoyment he got was when he took the title as 'King' from 'King Steve'.
Currently Billy is walking out to his camaro, wait on his bitch of a sister, drive as fast he can home, hopefully avoid everyone in his house, then go out and get drunk in someone else's backyard. But the universe had other ideas... those idea's being Tommy fucking Hagan. He saw him running up to him from a mile away.
"You gotta be shitting me." Billy muttered irritatedly leaning against his car. Billy to a long drag of his cigarette, hoping for some relief.
"Hey Billy!" Tommy slightly shouted, he seemed somewhat winded from his short run. " You got plans tonight?"
"No, what's it to you?" Billy replied, taking another drag from his cigarette.
"Well there is gonna be a party down by the quarry tonight." Tommy said with a grin on his face.
"Okay? So what's that gotta do with me?" He was getting irritated now. Not only was Max running late but Tommy was still here.
"Harrington's got some girl coming with him, probably his rebound from Princess Wheeler..." That perked Billy's interest, making Steve miserable is his favorite thing to do. "So, what do ya say Hargrove?"
Billy stood still for a minute. No expression on his face only throwing his cigarette on the ground and snubbing it out.
"Count me in... Can't wait to steal Harrington's new girl." Billy laughed as he moved to the driver's seat of his car.
'little shit can skate home' He thought as his car roared out of the parking lot.
On the other side of town at the Chadwick (that will be your last name... sorry not sorry) residence...
Steve was pacing a hole into the floor as his childhood best friend went through her clothes.
"Do you seriously want to go with me tonight? I mean you moved away when you were in sixth grade now you're back... and I mean NOTHING has changed!" Steve was stressing way to much about one party, that being your first party back in Hawkins.
"Steve I'll be fine, the energy that you are putting off right now is not good." You smiled to him. "Good energy will come to you if you let it, you love parties what's got you so worked up plus you've changed for the better."
"That right there! This hippie shit is what is wrong!"
"Steve. If you're gonna worry about me like some mom don't come with me then okay." You didn't want to hurt his feelings but you wanted to have fun. "I get they are all judgy and whatever other adjective you used on the car ride over here, but I don't care. I like who I've become, so "this hippie shit" is trying to decide on the flowing warm skirt or the flowing purple pants!"
"I just don't want you to get mixed into the wrong people." Steve retorted.
"And I won't. I get the you broke things off with all of your old friends and who ever this Billy guy is but you don't have to protect me." You reassured.
"Fine." Steve sighed. "And go with the skirt it will look better with the top."
You smiled to him. "Thank you Steve... now get out I gotta change."
Steve made his way to get out of your room for you to get ready. "Yeah Yeah whatever."
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The time was currently 12:39 am. While the party in the quarry has been going on for quit some time now. Many of the familiar faces of the so called popular crowd made their way in, those faces being Tommy, Billy, Tina, Carol, and among a few others. Billy was buzzed. It may not be a back yard but at least he'd get drunk at the end of the night. Music was blasting from some dude's portable speakers. There was a bonfire lighting the night away. Everyone was either dancing or talking, a few were some were throwing up in the bush. Billy was about to down another drink when Tommy came hurdling right into his back.
"What the hell Hagan." Billy shouted not only for him to hear him but also out of anger.
"Harrington's here with his new girl." He laughed. "You gotta see her, Carol come over here!" Tommy ran and in quick follow so did Carol. Billy sauntered his way over, with what little drink he had left, to where the two love birds perched themselves. And that is when Billy Hargrove saw a burst of color. There she was. She didn't dress like anyone else in Hawkins (Think Stevie Nicks Style). 'She couldn't be from this shit hole. Her hair was frizzy and a but unruly. Her skin glowed with the warm light. The clothes held to each curve of her body but flowed so elegantly as she walked. Who is this babe, not chic she's to pretty to be called a chic, and why was she with Harrington.' All these thoughts pondered Billy's mind.
"Holy shit." Carol said. Tommy and Billy can bot clearly see the shock on her face.
"What?" Tommy questioned, "Do you know her?"
"That's Y/N Chadwick! She moved in the sixth grade!" Slapping Tommy's arm. He gave no response only to be in more shock than Carol.
"Ain't no way... she looks great." That comment got a direct and aggressive response from Tommy. To which he responded with a vocal "Ow!?".
With you and Steve, you guys were just strolling by the bonfire. A cup of jungle juice in your hand with Steve was cupless due to being the driver of the night.
"So first party back in Hawkins, how does it feel?" Steve asked.
"Pretty far out, kinda better than any party from the city." You answered joyfully. To be honest you were happy to be back in Hawkins. City life was fun but it was getting to be to much for you.
"STevE!" An uneven voice yelled out across the rocky yard from us. You saw a girl with bangs and a bob cut calling over to Steve. Clearly she has had her fair share of alcohol.
"Hey Robin!" Steve responded. " You don't mind if I go talk to her do you?"
"No, go have fun!" You cheered. " Go flow, relax!"
"Good energy." Steve gritted through his teeth with a smile as he made his way over to this Robin girl. While you stayed right by the fire with your drink.
Billy saw his opportunity, you were alone and he could talk to you with Steve out of the way. Billy made his way over to you by the bonfire. You look to the guy that has just appeared beside you in the moment.
"Hey." He said it very smoothly.
"Hello." You respond with a sweet smile. Billy could just stare at you smiling. 'Come on man... you just met her get it together.' Billy thought.
"I've never seen you around before, I'm Billy." As Billy introduced himself, he took a step forward to close some space between the both of you. You ,however, stayed where you stood just smiling to the guy Steve was telling you about.
"So you're Billy." You grinned to him. 'God why do the jerks have to be so pretty'. "Steve mentioned you a few times but he didn't tell me how handsome you were."
"Well at least you get the in person experience." Billy answered, " So from what I've heard you have returned to Hawkins."
"Yes I have, what's it to you?" You questioned with a grin.
"Well sweetheart I wanna get to know you, I get you moved back but I am no longer the new kid on the block."
"Well what do you wanna know?" He is trying to be sly. You wanna see were this plays into. His eyes glance behind you.
"If you're gonna ask me if I'm dating Steve you would be wrong." You stated. "He was my best friend as a kid that I kept in contact with, plus he has a lot of stressed energy."
"So you're a hippie girl?" Billy said it as if he was fascinated by you. " Could you tell me what my energy is?"
"You're very hostile." You answered. "You are very tense, you have not relaxed since you have started talking with me. If this is some front you're putting on... I don't dig it." Billy was stunned.
"I'm not putting up any front." He retorted.
"Billy you seem like you have a lot of inner conflict with yourself, and don't try to say other wise." You said. "I already know about the stuff you've done around here and to Steve."
"What?" Billy is confused. "I thought you were into me but now you're giving me this psychoanalysis shit." Billy was clearly getting frustrated with you. So much so it was able to catch Steve's attention.
"Listen, I get some of the stuff I say is weird but I'm not wrong and you know it..." You said. "And I am into you but not if this front you're putting is what I'm getting."
Billy could not believe it. He was getting rejected, rejected by a beautiful girl. ' What the hell'...
"Billy." She cuts him out of his thoughts. "I would love you get to know you if you let me." She stepped closer this time, gently placing her fingers into his. She looked to him, he wants to answer but words aren't coming out of his mouth. 'Say something stupid... anything.'
"How about next Saturday, at 6... good for you?" He said this more gently this time. His frustration and building agitation was gone now.
"I would like that Billy." You answered with a smile, a smile that caused Billy to return. It was like a moment was set in place for you both. Billy could no longer hear the laughing or music, all he was looking at was you. There was something different about you, in a good way. Billy wants to know what that is. Your somewhat romantic moment was busted when a certain head of hair popped up next to you.
"Do we have a problem, Hargrove?" Steve asked. Not only did he get too distracted that Billy walked up to you but he seemed to have been in a sort of deep conversation with you. If you can call it that.
"No. No Harrington we're all good here, right sweetheart." Billy answered, he grinned.
"Yeah, we're fine Steve... I'll see you later Billy." You walked away with Steve. Well more like Steve dragging you to his car to leave after the interaction. You gave a small wave to Billy as you were dragged away.
"What was that all about?" Tommy asked drunk and confused.
"I think I got a date." Billy answered still looking off to were you left. In that moment Billy Hargrove had a thought he never thought he would have... 'I hope this works out.'
When you and Steve reached his car, he instantly went to mom mode.
"What was that about!" Steve shouted, frazzled at the look and thought of the two of you interacting.
"I think I have a date." You giggled. Steve paused...
"WhAT!"
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Okay so I'm gonna end it right there. Please tell me what you think, I would love to hear feed back. As well as what to do to improve myself.
Thank you so much for reading!
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adri-2022 · 2 years
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Boy Crap
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Fandom: Chicago PD
Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader/ OC Evelyn Halstead
Warnings: slight swearing/ fluff/ comedy?
Word count: 795
Jay Halstead Materlist
A/N: Hi guys everyone. This is a request from the beautiful @tinfoilhat2719
[Second pinture is what I think Evelyn would look like, also is from google]
Don't be afraid to leave your comment!
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Arriving at home Jay felt all of the day’s worries slipped out of him, he couldn’t wait to get home to his wife Y/N and Evelyn -Evelyn Celeste Halstead, his pride and joy-. Even from the outside of your two-story house he could hear the laughter coming from the house. Walking through the front door his ears instantly heard a pitter patter coming towards him at full speed, and he knew who it was, so he bend down opening his arms,
“Hey there’s my beautiful baby girl!” he said smiling while picking his 3-year-old and kissing all over her face while you watched her giggle in her fathers arms from the kitchen doorframe. That’s all he needed every night when coming home, his baby girl and his beautiful wife. You made your way towards them so you could join the family hug, to which Jay threw his arm around you giving you a kiss, making your daughter push you slightly away from Jay, making both of you laugh,
“no…” “Missy, I married him first you know” “no uh” Eve said to you while shaking her head making her ginger locks bounce -yeah ginger, she got the ginger Halstead gene-. Green eyes, ginger hair and slight freckles -she looked just like Jay, with the exception of the hair- oh yeah and the sass that was pure Jay Halstead behavior.
After Jay reassured her that he was only hers, she smiled big, giving him a kiss on the cheek before running to the living room to play with her toys -she knew she had him wrapped in her fingers-. You had gone to the kitchen to make sure the food didn’t burn, until you felt a couple of hands wrapping around your waist and planting a kiss on your shoulder,
“I missed you” “…me too. She has you wrapped around her tiny fingers; you know?” he smirked “…what are those?” he paused before pointing to a vase with roses that was siting on the kitchen table. You turned around to face him and smiled,
“Flowers… they’re not mine if that’s what you’re trying to ask, goldfish” you said laughing at Jay who had his eyebrows furrowed and was opening and closing his mouth. Relaxation crossed his features before he started shaking his head and dragging his hand on his face,
“Nope, throw them out…now” “Jay…” “Nope who was it?” he asked with a serious expression still with his hands on your waist.
“Why are you going to arrest a 3-year-old?” he gave you a pointed and unamused look, so sighing you answered,
“Chadwick a boy in her day care” “Chadwick?” “Mhm…what?” he gave you an almost disgusted face that made you furrow your eyebrows,
“Who names their kid Chadwick, what in the fu...” “Jay Halstead!” he raised his hands in surrender,
“She like him?” he gave you a worried yet horrified expression which made you laugh cupping his face,
“Baby, they’re 3, I’m pretty sure is harmless” “No…” he whined throwing his head back out of your grasp, before leaving the kitchen and you were pretty sure as to where he was going so you slowly followed him to the living room, standing on the doorframe.
You saw him sit down legs crossed behind his daughter, looking at Eve with heart eyes before pulling her to his chest -she didn’t even protest-,
“Daddy!” he smiled at her. “You got to stop growing up…” he whispered into her hair giving her a kiss. You just watched him, the side of your mouth going up a bit, before he looked at you,
“I thought I had at least 15 years before the whole boy crap” he looked at you with a sad expression.
“Honey, it’s just flowers, they’re not getting married… she’s daddy’s girl” you said approaching them with a sweet voice while he looked at you and you caressed his cheek.
“That’s right daddy is the only man in your life, right?” “Yaaa” she responded which made you both smile a little. “…and it better stay that way” he muttered under his breath while kissing her head and rocking her side to side while she just snuggled to him.
“Babe you can’t really be serious” you said chuckling at his protective-dad mode. He looked at you raising one eyebrow to which you raised your hands in surrender. There was no changing his mind,
“Oh I am. She’s not having a boyfriend until I’m dead…plus two weeks just to make sure” to which you burst out laughing and shaking your head. Then sitting down with them putting your head on his shoulder. To what he glanced at you giving you a quick kiss and putting his head on top of yours while you both looked at your little family.
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that1nerd-20 · 27 days
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Hydra hurt us, but he brought us together Masterlist
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Keira Williams was a Hydra asset known by many as Reaper. But, after 2012, she was forgotten in Cryo. When the Avengers found her, she ultimately was handed over to SHIELD, where she would become an agent. Keira becomes an Avenger, but when Bucky resurfaces as the Winter Soldier and Steve wants to go after him, she helps Steve even though shes risking her home with the Avengers. Old memories and feelings resurface, but will it be enough?
Bucky Barnes X F!Oc
Warnings: THIS IS AN OC FIC NOT A X READER!!, there will be mentions of death, death, abuse, mentions of SA, mentions of suicidal thoughts or actions, Canon typical violence. If there is any missing please tell me.
Authors note: please mind my rant here. there will not be an endgame or Infinity War. I hated those movies and almost all of the shows that took place after them. This whole book will be a happy one (for the most part) where everyone is alive; there's no super unhappy ending. If you don't like that you can leave. So no Steve going back in time (because that just throws his whole arc out the window), no Wanda vision, no Loki show (that show drives me nuts and I hate it with every fiber of my being), no She-hulk, and no ‘no way home’ (still haven't seen it, and never will) we are also going to pretend T'challa is alive (but rest in peace Chadwick), also no love and thunder either.
(That movie ruined Guns and Roses for me, also it made no sense to me, also I'm probably gonna get hated on but fuck Jane) pretty much all of the Avengers live together, besides when Tony and Pepper get married and he moves out, all of the Avengers + Loki (and yes he lives with the Avengers) live in the Avengers compound (the one they move to after the tower) obviously there will be some avengers that dont live in the compound, like Antman, captain marvel, and strange. but yeah, hope you enjoy this,
Let me know if yall would like to be in the taglist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
And more to be determined
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tim-hoe-wan · 2 years
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Best superhero/villain casting in your opinion? Doesn’t matter if it’s Marvel or DC.
Won’t comment on the DC tv series cause I don’t watch them. Only listing the casting which I think or can’t imagine anyone else pulling off the role just as well.
Christopher Reeves - Superman
Michael Keaton - Batman
Hugh Jackman - Wolverin
RDJ - Iron Man
Sir Patrick Stewart - Professor X
Ryan Reynolds - Deadpool
Michael Fassbender - Magneto
William Dafoe - Green Goblin
Alfred Molina - Doc Oc
Chadwick Boseman - Black Panther
JK Simmons - J Jonah Jameson
Dafne Keen - X-23
Dan Stevens - David Haller
Aubrey Plaza - Shadow King
Michael B Jordan - Kilmonger
Paul Rudd - Ant-man
Tom Hiddleston - Loki
Elizabeth Olsen - Scarlet Witch
Charlie Cox - Daredevil
Vincent D’Onofrio - Kingpin
Kevin Bacon - Sebastian Shaw
Evan Peters - Quicksilver
Josh Brolin - Thanos
Anthony Starr - Homelander
Margot Robbie - Harley Quinn
Lauren Ridloff - Makkari
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entiish · 1 year
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what do you think about deceased fcs (if you don't mind me asking)? especially the actors/actresses that have died more than a decade ago, i think it's a shame that we can't use them in threads or create resources in case it upsets someone. not that i'm looking to do as much and i understand if in your rules it states you won't rp against a deceased fc, then that's fine but there has to be a line drawn somewhere else i should think?
hi, it's skye. (related/inspired by these posts x x ig!) not at all, ask away!! so i'm someone who originally felt it very hard to used deceased actors or to be okay with it particularly when i was younger, because there were and are younger actors who passed unexpectedly and seeing their faces often brought up a lot of sadness and grief as they were gone far before their time. however, i've developed a more thorough opinion on this topic.
as with my post about underage fcs where i explained the npc deal/masterlist/graphics pov (i wont restate here but if u need a refresh go have a peek; main point: most of my opinions are formed on my experience navigating these issues as an admin), i feel the same way with deceased actors but with a more finessed personal code. i don't use anyone who has passed recently, they deserve time and peace and the acknowledgement that they are a human being outside of their career. regardless of how integral they are to a universe, such as robbie as hagrid, we and they and everyone deserves time and respect. in the past, as npcs within a world, i have used sir christopher lee, who passed in 2015, and john hurt, who passed in 2017. so im clearly operating on a 'actors who passed of old age' point of view. i feel like in some cases, it is more disrespectful to recast them rather than honour their body of work as that character. some actors are a certain character, as sir christopher lee is saruman in LOTR. and if i decided to portray him as a canon indie character, or perhaps in a canon LOTR roleplay, i would (with permission of admins) use lee as a first and foremost preference.
this is where i have a few clear rules when it comes to honouring a deceased fc but incorporating them in your world via. graphics, family fc casting, npc roles in the world of ocs (or even as a canon character):
if you are not an admin, ask permission first. admins have the right to have final say in the world they create.
if you are an admin and you decide to incorporate them, i highly suggest positing the idea to your muns and seeing their opinions as i did. if you have used them from the outset, make sure that you've made that clear in your rules page, or somewhere.
if you are an indie, just tag appropriately.
do not use people who have passed in tragic circumstances, which includes passing from health conditions also. there are so many beloved actors that we have lost to these circumstances and, while it is sad to not use them, it's sadder still that their life was stolen and i don't think it's very fair to use their faces. that's just my preference though.
do not use people who have passed recently!!
i absolutely agree that it is a shame, but i feel it's more of a shame that they are no longer here. i know many actors who were young and in their prime who passed, i would adore using them, but i think that it comes down to moral comfortability overall. for example, i remember a lot of back and forth around chadwick boseman, and i've always been of the firm opinion that someone who lost their life to a disease so suddenly... it's just awful. it's sad for him, for his family, friends, community, for everyone. i don't believe we should use people, especially young people, who have passed unexpectedly and sadly. the loss of their life is SO much bigger than our need and desire to create and write, and i personally find it very had to look at some faces because their passing reminds me of person trauma and experience. i'm sure a lot of people find that too. honestly, sometimes i just hurt looking at certain people's faces bc it sucks so much they are gone.
in conclusion, there is a middle ground and there is a way to use and honour actors who are gone, but it shouldn't be focussed on those who were taken in their prime. most people, from what i have seen, have wanted to use people who have died from cancer, ODs, s--cide, m-rder, and other tragically horrid experiences... please don't, let their souls rest and let them be. i believe that it's bigger than us in those cases.
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airis-paris14 · 5 years
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The Wedding Pact 4
Sorry this is a little on the short side, but I need to keep the next section together. Hope you enjoy! Reblog and comment please. Let me know what you think!
Summary: He made a promise, she didn’t expect him to keep it.
(Search #theweddingpactfic for all chapters)
“Baby wait,” Chadwick’s voice echoed down the hall. “May, why would you do that?” Your father’s eyes clouded. “Because I will not condone this marriage! It is obviously a cover up for something. Those two never showed any interest in each other, now they wanna get married? Is it so hard to believe that she’s pregnant?” Your mother fired back.
“Is it so hard to believe that someone would want our daughter if she’s not pregnant!”
“Nobody wanted me!”
“Damnit May! This isn’t about you!”
“Baby let me in,” sun filtered in slants into the back hallway. Empty rooms lined the halls. The empty rooms staring Chadwick in the face. His hand ran over his face. The faint click of the door calmed the actor. “Baby, his hands pressed the withered wood open. His eyes zeroing in on your form. “Hey,” he shut the door behind himself.
“Hi..”
“Why don’t you come tell big daddy what’s wrong?”Chadwick balanced himself on the edge of the tub. “Shut up,” You sniffled.
“Come on. Tell me what’s wrong babygirl.”
“ I knew she would be upset, but after your parents, I started to hope she would take it as well as they did.” You sighed, allowing him to wrap your hands in his. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t know why the took it that well,” his thumbs ran circles on the backs of your hands. “But they still took it well. I’m just tired of every major milestone coming with a lecture.”
“She’s just trying to protect you baby,” he soothed, running his hands over your shoulders. “From what!” You threw his hands off of you. “You’re a good man. I’ve lived my whole life for her, now I try to do one thing and she won’t condone it.”
“Well I guess you need to ask what is more important, your happiness. Or your mother’s expectations.”
“May, He is a good man!” Your father argued. “So was James,” she glared. “Stop covering for him May! He left you.”
“I do not want to have this conversation here!” Your mom hissed.
“We have waited too long to have this conversation May!”
“And I will not have it in someone else’s home!”
“We are not running may! Ever since James left you have been running!”
“How dare you!”
“What is wrong with you May! What are you so afraid of!”
“I will not have Chadwick leaving my daughter!”
Chadwick’s mother shot up, “now with all due respect May, you will not tear down my son in our own home! We raised Chadwick better than that. Just as you raised your daughter!”
“I think you should take her home,” Chadwick’s father advised yours. “Your babygirl doesn’t need to hear this conversation.”
Your father nodded in response, “let’s go May.” He turned back to the elder Mr. Boseman. “Tell my babygirl I’ll be back. I’ll leave her stuff here.” The other man nodded. “Well take care of her.”
“I’ve always wanted everyone’s approval,” you began.
“If you do that, then you sacrifice part of your own happiness.” Chadwick fingers traced the side of your face. “I know,” you mumbled.
“But trying does not make you a bad person. If your mother’s approval is a deal breaker then we can end the engagement,” the actor sighed. You quickly jumped off of your seat on the toilet and straddled his lap. “Hey, no,” you reassured him. “I want to be with you. My mom can’t change that.” You grinned, pulling his face gently between your hands. “No one can change that. ” You gently pushed his eyes up to yours.
He nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. His forehead came to rest against yours. Your head tilted slightly before your lips met. This kiss just as magical as the first. Your hands found their way to the nape of his neck. Fingers tangled in his coils, he pulled you closer. His hands gripping your waist as he pulled you down, grinding into you. His tongue tracing the seam of your lips. With a sigh, you granted him access to your mouth. Your hips grinding onto his.
The opening of the bathroom door startled you both apart. “Y’all young kids really don’t care where you are do you?” Chadwick’s father grinned down at you. You buried your face in Chadwick’s neck, his hands slowly venturing from under the back of your shirt. His laugh tracing the edge of your ear. “Thanks for knocking pop.” His hands running circles on your back. “No problem. Now. As much as I would love to let you “love birds” finish what you started, this old man needs to use the restroom.”
“Understood Mr. Boseman.” You smiled, Chadwick helping you off of his lap. You walked out of the bathroom hand in hand. The creaking of the wooden floor the only sound as you ventured down the hall.
“You know I always hated this hallway when I was little.” the actor admitted. “Why?” your laugh drifted down the hall fingers tumbling with Chadwick’s. “It’s so long, in the winter there’s no light in this hall. The trees used to cast shadows and I always thought they were big hands reaching out to grab me.” Chadwick pulled your hand into his. His thumb tracing circles all along your knuckles. “So the great Chadwick Boseman is afraid of stuff that goes bump in the night.” You teased, stopping and pulling him into you. Your fingers toyed with the buttons on the front of his shirt. He reached a hand out to caress your face. His fingers lightly tracing the the outline of your face. His full lips leaned into your ear, his breath brushing the side of your neck. “Shhhh. It’s our little secret.”
His breath traced the edges of your ear. A shiver ran down your spine, giggles tumbling out of your mouth. You bit your lip, nodding your head in agreement. “Ok,” his laugh filled the back hall as you tucked yourself back into his side.
“Ok.” you laughed, both of you heading back to the front living room of the house.
The white wooden arches of the house’s living room welcomed you as you rounded the corner. Tucked under Chadwick’s arm you floated into the living room. “If it isn’t the couple of the hour.” Chadwick’s mom smiled from the kitchen. The wooden floor creaked softly under your feet as you padded into the kitchen with Chadwick. He pulled himself away to help his mother grab a pot.
You smiled softly at the scene before glancing out the window. Your finger gently nudged the curtains apart, noting the absence of your parents car. Chadwick’s hand on your waist shocked you. “Hey, you ok?” He frowned. “Yeah, Yeah,” you shook your head, trying to clear the fog.
“Mrs. Boseman, do you know where my parents went?” You turned back to the window, Chadwick’s hand covered yours glancing out as well. Her hand stilled over the stove, one immediately reaching for the kitchen towel stowed on the handle. “Well,” her dry hands began running through the towel incessantly. “Your father said he’d be back soon,” his mom offered.
You nodded in reply, fighting back the tears.“ Well, do you need any help in the kitchen?” You squeezed Chadwick’s hand in reassurance. “No baby I’m good, but you all should get started on wedding planning. While you’re away from prying eyes. It’d be a good way for you both to bond.”
“Well. Honestly I don’t even know where to start.” You admitted, settling into a chair at the kitchen table. “Google it,” his mom offered.”I mean y’all google everything else.
“She’s gotta a point,” Chadwick teased. “She’s got a point,” you mocked, settling down into the kitchen chair. “Shut up big head,” he smiled back.
“I love you,” he smiled. “Love you too,” you smiled back goofily. “Wedding planning. Remember?” His mother reminded. “Right.” You turned away from his gaze.
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melodyofmbaku · 3 years
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Like a Cream Puff (T’Challa x OC)
Prompt: “You deserve some sex.”
Word Count: 1,072
Warnings: Domestic Fluff & Implied Sexual References
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She caught sight of the box from her favourite bakery and sat right up.
“Did you get the one with the —“
“Lychee? Yes.” He replied busying himself around the room and plating the large cream puffs.
His back was turned as he shuffled around the various takeout bags on their chest of drawers.
She caught a glimpse of the Popeyes bag in his hand and bit her lip in anticipation.
“Did you get the chicken mild? Because the spicy one —“
He cut her off. “Gives you heartburn? I know that mama.” He replied in amusement, back still turned.
“And I asked for lemonade. The one from —“
“Burger King? It’s right here.” He continued lifting up the large cup and shaking it lightly.
Perspiration beaded on the exterior of the cup and Corina heard the ice meet the sides rhythmically. It soothed her.
She was probably doing the most but she couldn’t help it.
When he shot her a look over his shoulder she smiled sheepishly.
He walked over with a plate of cream puffs and chicken tenders and placed them on the nightstand, before sitting on the edge of the bed.
He grabbed her hand in his. Admiring the smooth skin
He pinched the inside of her wrist softly and her eyes shot up to meet his.
“I listen to everything you say. I may not say much but I lock it away right up here.” He pointed to his temple with one hand while rubbing circles on her hand in the other.
“I know… thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She leaned forward and placed a grateful kiss on his cheek.
“Go ahead.” He encouraged her to eat what she had asked him for.
She reached for the plate, settled it on her lap and paused.
Her eyes began to water. What had she done to deserve this man?
It was 8:30pm on a Sunday night and they had just packed in for the night. Corina was 7 months along her second pregnancy but never got less demanding when it came to her cravings.
So when she tried (and failed) to curb her wants she had sheepishly asked her husband for the snacks their baby demanded.
T’challa got up without complaint to get what she wanted even though he had a slew of meetings the next day.
Without question.
“You always take such good care of me”. Before she could stop them tears were rolling down her face, she tried to blink them away rapidly.
Her damn hormones had her crying *all* the time.
He had an almost baffled look on his face.
“Of course I do. You’re my everything. I’ll always take care of you and your needs. You’re my woman. It's my job.”
He brushed away the tears that slid down her face with his fingers.
“No more crying please.” He requested.
She laughed in a watery fashion before quickly wiping away her tears. She sniffed.
“Okay.”
“Now eat your chicken before it gets cold.”
“Yes sir.” She threw up a mock salute.
Ignoring his direct request she went for the cream puffs instead. Grabbing the large pastry with a delicate hand. She lifted it to her mouth and bit into the cream puff and couldn't contain her moan.
The cream had a slight tartness to it and the crisp of the pastry created a melody in her mouth.
She heard him laughing quietly to himself.
“That good huh?”
“Uh huh.” She nodded as she licked some cream from the center of the puff.
He watched as she did a little happy dance before taking a chicken tender in her other hand and biting into it.
She shimmied her shoulders as she chewed.
He loved seeing her like this. Happy. Fulfilled.
“T’challa you deserve some sex. After this I’m going to give you some.” she promised shoulders still moving.
He shook his head at her, adorning eyes admiring her.
“Sounds like a plan.” He said knowing that as soon as his wife finished her food she would knock right out.
When she made it to the end of her tender she did the most pregnant woman thing ever. Almost like she was fighting an urge she dipped the chicken tender in the cream and popped it in her mouth.
T’challa worked hard to school his features, but had to turn his head to the wall to prevent himself from teasing.
“It’s good.” She said defensively.
“I’m sure it is mama.” He pat her leg before standing up and heading to his closet to change back into his sleepwear.
It gave Corina enough time to polish off her snacks and wash her hands.
She had just finished settling into the bed when she saw her man approach.
He was shirtless and wore a pair of sleep shorts that hit his mid thigh. Quite frankly he was dressed like a slut. She wanted some of that.
She stared at his thighs hungrily and he was completely oblivious to her oogling.
When he settled into the bed and reached to turn his lamp off Corina's hand stopped him.
He turned his head slightly.
“What’s up?”
“It’s your turn.”
“Hm?”
She leaned over and slipped what she could of her hand around his torso. Her bump restricted her movements but she was a woman on a mission
He covered her hand with his in comfort.
“It's time for you to fill me up like a cream puff.”
T’Challa gave her a blank stare before cringing.
“That… that was so bad.” He snickered.
“C’mon baby. I want it.” She pouted, sliding her hand over her husband's package.
She rubbed him gently before trying to slip her hand down his shorts.
“Cor —“
He turned around and grabbed her hands, now he was facing her.
“What’re you doing?” He asked esparated.
She looked down. “This one may want some company in there.”
She rubbed her belly looking up at him with wide eyes. She watched him swallow. She decided to press forward.
“You never know.” She shrugged.
Now they both knew that was very impossible. But T'challa's dick liked hearing it anyways.
He groaned.
She knew how much he loved her pregnant and this was all she needed to use to get him right when she wanted him.
Inside her.
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A/N: Hope you like this one. I have some one shots with Erik on the way :) Not much progress on In Between the Lines but working on it! Always open to requests ✨
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raynnawrites · 3 years
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Troubled Highness
Warnings: Fluff, comforting, swearing
Synopsis: After two years on the throne, negativity starts to get the King. Good thing he has help.
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“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to get out of bed!” T’Challa teased as you dragged your feet and sat on your usual spot.
“Fuck off.”
T’Challa faked an offended look.
“My, my… so early and already in such a bad mood. Might I add that disrespecting the King has consequences?” The King spoke again with a smug smile and gave you your usual cup of coffee.
“My best friend’s under that shitty crown.” You replied, opening your sleepy eyes and seeing T’Challa’s small smile.
“Indeed he is. But, since I am a friend and not a King here, tell me… what did you do last night?” T’Challa asked you, taking a sip from his own coffee.
You sniffled and chuckled.
“Me and Nakia went out for some drinks. Do I look that fucked up?” You replied as T’Challa laughed.
“No, ‘Mani. Not at all. But, your eyes are red and tiny.” He smiled, seeing you groan.
Once you finished your coffee and had breakfast with T’Challa, you both headed out and started your usual busy day.
“I have a meeting with the council in 5 minutes. We still have a lot to talk about!” T’Challa told you, as you nodded, “good luck!” You teased as he sent you an annoyed glare and rolled his eyes. You laughed and kept working on the reports he had sent you before.
You walked over to the office you were lucky enough to share with the Wakandan King and transferred the data to your desk, where you opened a bigger screen and continued to work.
Not soon after, the sliding doors opened to reveal Princess Shuri, T’Challa’s younger sister.
“Good morning, Amani! You look beautifully radiant this morning!” She smiled, making you chuckle and sigh.
“What did you break?”
Shuri gasped.
“Me break something? Never! I just wanted to see where my beloved brother was.” Shuri replied, “where is my brother?” Shuri then asked as she looked to his empty desk.
“He’s in a meeting,” you replied, seeing Shuri frown. “So early? Those elders will make him go grey sooner than I thought.”
You laughed at Shuri’s comment.
“But, nevertheless… When he is done, tell him to come to my lab! The updates for his suit have been completed and he needs to try it out. Oh, and tell him to bring you with him. He’s already kicked enough things in my lab.”
You chuckled, “he’ll bring me anyways.”
The Princess left and you remained alone, smiling to yourself.
Shuri was always kind to you, but not so much to her bigger brother, all in sibling fun. But you couldn’t help but to wonder what type of update she came up with now.
While you typed away, checking and answering reports, your eyes grew tired of staring at a screen and sighed. You rubbed her eyes and took deep breaths, fixing your posture and continued with the work.
Time passed by and you were able to get a good chunk of work done. Proud of your progress, you found motivation and kept on typing away what you were allowed. Certain paperwork was for the King only.
“Bast…”, you heard in a husky voice.
You looked up and saw T’Challa, who seemed as annoyed as ever. You couldn’t help but to giggle.
“These elders need help.”
“Tell me everything, T.”
T’Challa sat at his own desk and began to tell you everything.
You laughed most of the time, but felt bad for your friend.
“You don’t happen to have any pills there, do you?” T’Challa asked as you checked in the drawers, “headache?”, “yes.”
You gave the pills to the annoyed King and bottled water.
“I am starting to think they doubt I can be a good king.” T’Challa suddenly said, sad face in full effect.
You felt your heart sink.
“And you believe that?” You asked him, seeing T’Challa look up at you. That sad face made you tear up. Already you missed his usual smile.
“They constantly doubt me and my rules, Shuri does the same and even Mama. Whenever I ask her if I am doing a bit better she remains quiet… I don’t think I am cut out for this…” T’Challa spoke, voice low and shaky.
T’Challa then stood and rushed out.
Shuri could wait, but for now, you needed to help this troubled king.
You saved everything once more and rushed out as well, looking for T’Challa.
“Okoye!” You called, seeing said General turn and smile.
“Have you seen T’Challa?”
“No. Is everything alright?”, Okoye’s grip on her staff tightened.
You sighed, “he’s okay, but he’s going through a tough time. If anyone asks-”
“The King is unavailable. I know.” Okoye replied as you nodded and kept looking for T’Challa.
You then got an idea of where your best friend could be. You ran to the gardens and found him in the gazebo. Catching your breath, you slowly walked over to the gazebo, going up the few steps.
“T’Challa?” You called softly.
Said man turned and revealed crying eyes.
“T’Challa… you don’t have to go through this! You know the elders criticize everything! That ain’t your fault!” You cooed as you got to T’Challa’s side and rubbed circles on his broad back.
“It is not just the elders, Amani. It is everything. I have been at this for two years already, and I see no change. I do not feel any different. If anything, I feel worse, I feel… I feel like I am not good enough.” T’Challa admitted, tears rolling down his eyes.
You felt anger bubbling in your chest. T’Challa has been one of the best Kings Wakanda has ever had.
He was intelligent, kind, humble, and strong. The people loved their humble King. As a son he had more than just fulfilled his role and he was an incredible big brother.
He was also an amazing friend.
Composing yourself, you took a deep breath and felt T’Challa lean on you. You welcomed him and held him as he softly cried. You hated seeing T’Challa cry, but if it was needed to cleanse, then you were here for him. As always.
“T’Challa, you’re better than whatever they think. You’ve been an amazing King, brother and friend. Please stop listening to those old fuckers.”
T’Challa laughed at your last statement.
“It’s just… hard.” T’Challa said, as you sighed, “I know. I’ve seen what you had to do, but take it from me. Forget everyone else, you’re an amazing King, son and best friend. I promise. I’m not lying.” You replied.
T’Challa trusted you, and believed you, feeling himself calm down and stop his crying.
“Come on, let’s get you back to your room.”
While you went up to his room, he hung on to your arm. Once you reached his room and saw him enter, you saw that he stopped from closing the door.
“Stay…” he whispered as you gave a hesitant nod. You walked inside of the King’s room and went to his bedroom.
“Want some tea? You know it can help you relax.” You offered as he nodded and started taking his shirt off.
As T’Challa changed, you went to his kitchen and got the tea bags and kettle. You filled the kettle and waited.
Once it began to whistle, you poured the water into the mug, along with the tea bag and let it sit for a few minutes.
When the tea was ready, you saw T’Challa behind you, staring at you with tired eyes.
“Cheer up, T. I cleared most of your work and now you get to rest.”
T’Challa chuckled, “I would love to stay in for the day, but after this I must head out once more. The day is not over yet.”
You gave him a glare.
“The King isn’t feeling well. If anyone fucks with you, I’ll just call Okoye so she can spear them from behind.”
T’Challa laughed as you gave him the mug.
“Come on, back to bed with you.” You then said as T’Challa laughed again. It felt good hearing him laugh again.
Once he got to his bedroom and then his bed, you turned.
“Wait!”
You turned back around to face the King’s bed.
“Stay… here…?” He begged.
You only sighed and closed the door and went to the bed, seeing his eyes shine. You blushed furiously, but thanks to your rich, dark melanin, the proof was nowhere to be seen.
You styled your curls into a comfortable bun and laid under the covers, feeling T’Challa’s arms wrap around your waist and keep you close to him.
“Thank you, mhlobo wam. It means a lot” T’Challa suddenly spoke, making you smile, “of course. Anything to make you feel better. But I’m going down there and givin’ those ol’ fucks a piece of my mind tomorrow.”
T’Challa chuckled, “it shall truly be a show. Okoye must record it.”
You shared a laugh before calming down and drifting into a calm sleep. But before you fully succumbed to the slumber, you couldn’t help but to feel a blossoming warmth in your chest.
Unbeknownst to you… T’Challa felt the same.
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Translation:
mhlobo wam = my dear
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A/N: This is my first T’Challa one-shot! Let me know what you thought and if I should write more for T’Challa.
If you would like to be added to the “T’Challa Taglist” let me know!
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chaneajoyyy · 2 years
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Y’all wanna know what story still breaks my heart?! 4am series by my very good sis @dramaqueeenamby 😭. She was gonna hear from me after reading the whole thing! Actually she did!😭.
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renaissance35 · 2 years
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This dashingly charming kid with great style, and a great taste in music, and fascination for the modern outside world, is Chris. As a cool jokester, and a bit irresponsible as he may seem, he is actually very responsible, mature, steadfast, and calm, and accountable in a heavy situations. He’s not his father, but he looks up to him very much and and he hopes to be as great as a king as his dad is.
That black, and purple earpiece sits on both ears, and it activates his mask that forms over his face His gloves has built in claws that are retractable He also wears "Sneaka's" made by yours truly, his Aunt Shuri 
I hope you love him as much as I love this beautiful boy😊
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ct-offical-sexyman · 3 years
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Riory (Cory Watsford/Rikki Chadwick)
“I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here.”
Rikki looked up for a second.
“No big deal.”
“It was a pretty big deal to me.” Cory joked. “If you ever need anything, let me know. You know, just to repay the favour.”
Rikki gave her a small smile.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” 
Taglist: @ocfairygodmother @randomfandoming1 @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle @eddysocs @anotherunreadblog @foxesandmagic
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screamxqueenx94 · 3 years
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Marvel
Where's Peter?
MCU Cast
You're A Dick, Dude...
Youngest Avenger... Well, Sorta
X-MEN
She's Been Enrolled Pt. 1
She's Been Enrolled Pt. 2
She's Been Enrolled Pt. 3
Your Song (She's Been Enrolled)
Headcanons
Warren Worthington III Sex Headcanon 🔥
Peter Maximoff Sex Headcanon 🔥
Alex Summers/ Havok
It's True Love... Asshole
🔥🔥= smut
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