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fortunaestalta · 1 month
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cetaceanhandiwork · 4 months
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literally every time I come across stories where someone's saddled with a destiny or quest that they don't want and react by questioning its credibility I think back to how Dinner Warrior somehow managed to land the definitive riff on the topic in ten seconds flat in the middle of a youtube poop
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yasminsqueendom · 8 months
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Where There's Smoke (BP/EKS fanfic)
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A fiery tale about rekindled romance packed with action and intrigue. Micky, a directionless writer, runs into her fine ex in a park on one fateful day. Upon seeing her, Erik remembers why he loved her in the first place, her inspiring mind and extraordinary resilience. But, as all good and bad things must come to an end, Micky finds herself in a unique position to be the hero of her own tale for once. Does she fold, or does she grip the wheel of this wild ride until the tank runs out? As she gets pulled further and further into Erik’s world, Micky realizes how short life really can be. Can she take ownership of her fate? Erik has faith in her, but does Micky have faith in herself?
***EACH INDIVIDUAL CHAPTER WILL HAVE ITS OWN TW/CW***
!*!*means seggs
This is my first ever fanfic so please be gentle with me...
PS. The first 9 chapters are from 2019. Chapter 10 was completed last month.
PPS. Be patient with me, as I've never made a master list before. I'll try to get some chapters added today.
Chapters:
Where There's Smoke...
Handling Business
Family Drama
Re-up !*!*
Inspiration !*!*
From 0 to 60
Complications
Change Takes Time, and We Don't Have Any
....There's a Fire
From the Ashes
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lokahjarta · 3 months
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Excerpt from PORK magazine, issue 23, Sean "Goblin" Aaberg
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matthewdwhite · 1 year
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Ansley, MS 2/16 
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sheenoffeen · 4 months
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Quote from "CRIMINAL INTENTIONS: Season One, Episode Six: WHERE THERE'S SMOKE" by Cole McCade -
"The realization that sometimes, no matter what one did, they could not change how cruel and terrible humans were for no reason other than because they could be."
Sad but true
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thonetsightings · 7 months
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Maarten Baas, Where There's Smoke, 2004
Featuring Michael Thonet's No. 18 and 16 chairs
“In nature, everything is in flux, which creates a certain beauty. Yet, it’s a very human tendency to keep things as they are supposed to be and keep them beautiful as they originally were. Smoke plays with both perceptions of beauty.” 
After the pieces are charcoaled, they’re preserved in clear epoxy resin, which makes them firm enough to become functional again.
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choicefineart · 1 year
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Superman the Animated Series Original Production Cel with Matching Drawing: Clark Kent, Jimmy, Volcana
MEDIUM: ​Original Production Cel with Matching Drawing IMAGE SIZE: 12" x 10.5" PRODUCTION: Superman the Animated Series, Where There's Smoke SKU: IFA6794
ABOUT THE IMAGE: Superman: The Animated Series is an American superhero animated television series based on the DC Comics character Superman of the same name. It was produced by Warner Bros. Animation and originally aired on Kid's WB from September 6, 1996 to February 12, 2000. It was the second series in the DC Animated Universe after Batman: The Animated Series, and was acclaimed for the thematic complexity, quality animation and writing, faithfulness to the source material, voice acting, maturity and modernization of the title character's comic-book mythos. This piece comes with a certificate of authenticity.
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stil-lindigo · 8 months
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scorched earth.
a comic about a princess who died in a fire.
(this is a sequel to bite of winter, a comic about Snow and what became of her after her death.)
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all my other comics
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yahoo201027 · 1 year
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Day in Fandom History: April 1…
The Tillermans attend a wake as part of Paige looking for evidence for her story regarding the mayor's well-doings as Bitsy and Helen attempt to convince a big investor during his visit to join him to buy Central Park. “Where There’s Smoke” premiered on this day, A Year Ago.
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lovely-v · 1 year
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Gomez Addams is often appropriately categorized as a wife guy, but very rarely recognized for the himbo that he is
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recent oc doodle pages
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cetaceanhandiwork · 6 months
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yasminsqueendom · 7 months
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8. Change Takes Time, and We Don't Have Any
WC: 4433
TW: None
Erik walked into his condo feeling frustrated. Micky hadn’t hit his phone all day, and that made him feel stupid. Had he been wrong to start opening up to her the way that he did? Maybe she really wasn’t ready to be in his life. Maybe she had reconsidered his offer. Maybe I shouldn’t have told her that I love her. 
He realized he was staring out the same window again, and decided to sit on his couch. He could still smell her there, so he went to his room instead. Should I call her? Vulnerability was very unusual for him. His family couldn’t even break through his walls as a kid. Somehow, Micky melted his icy ass and had him questioning parts of his life that he never considered. Several thoughts kept swimming around in his head. Does she love me back? Did I fuck up too many times? This shit never bothered me with any other women. Why does she have me like this? Should I just cut ties and let her go? Nigga stop being so paranoid! Sitting on his bed, staring at nothing wasn’t helping, he needed to get up and do something. 
The sun was almost down, but that wouldn’t stop him from jogging around the park one time. Monsters in the dark weren’t a threat to him. I’m way more dangerous. He found himself thinking about Clarence again. He’d seen on the news that Ms. Clarita Hayworth had reported him missing. Since Clarence was Black, the news had brought up previous sexual assault charges against him. There were short clips of his grandmother saying that he was a “good boy” despite the fact that he wasn’t invited to any family functions because he was “a little strange.” People always made excuses for things that should be dealt with harshly. Especially, if the nigga was family. He’d seen the same bullshit in the news any time a Black celebrity got in trouble, unless it was a woman. Erik was disgusted. 
He finished changing out of his work clothes, deciding on jogging the three blocks to the park. He never needed music. When Erik exercised, his mind naturally went silent without prompting. Just like when there was an important mission to be done. He could think and react still, but it was in a detached way. His body wouldn’t even register pain the same way. After a short stretch to loosen his muscles, he hopped up and down a couple times, then began his run. 
Ten minutes later, he was rethinking the lie he’d told Micky about the new scar on his left arm. Should I keep the truth from her? She’s understanding, but there is only so much I can throw on her shoulders. It was a hard thing to reconcile with. He’d gotten into this life because he was full of rage as a child. Then, he’d seen Wakanda, and it had made him even more furious than before. Staying there made him feel so much disgust for how isolated that place was from everywhere else. Yes, T’Challa did what he could, but he was only one man, and his morals stood between him, and following through on the mission. 
Erik’s responsibility as a Prince of Wakanda was to revisit the places that his cousin could not. Bad guys around the world were perfectly aware of how busy heroes could be. They knew the chances of being caught again were slim, especially not right after a recent bust. So, they went back about building their illegal enterprises slowly and more carefully. That’s where Erik got involved. He just killed as many as he could, leaving only the weak ones who would run poor operations. Occasionally, they would find a new leader, but he’d set up his own system of war dogs to monitor as much activity as they could. His special forces, that he proudly renamed Bloodhounds, were allowed to be more active in ways that War Dogs could not. War Dogs mostly just observed and didn’t act. Useful in some cases but not in the way that I need. The Bloodhounds would fight if they found it necessary. It was his proudest achievement. 
Erik’s mind continued to wander while he jogged. He thought back on the day his uncle, former King of Wakanda, had come to get him. He’d been out of school for a year, learning life on the streets. His father had taught him to fight, so he’d picked up a reputation for being fierce. Puberty hadn’t made him tall yet, so he’d picked up the name “Lil Kill.” It had bothered him a lot at the time, but it stuck until he hit his growth spurt when it was shortened to Kill. He was sitting in a jail cell, not for the first time, when a big dude in a catsuit showed up and sliced his way through the bars. That was the second most shocking day of Erik’s life. The first being the discovery of his father’s body in their apartment.
Bzzz bzzz. He checked his phone. Call me. Speaking of family, his Auntie was texting him. It was rare that she would message him unless she was being nosey or had something important to tell him. He hoped this wasn't an emergency.
Erik sighed. His relationship with his Aunt Ramonda was complicated. While they technically shared no blood, she’d taken over most of Erik’s care. Ramonda took one look at the angry boy and saw what he needed in that moment: a mother. His “Auntie” was the only one who could scold him and actually make him feel bad about the shit that he did. However, when Erik ran away one too many times, she began to pull away from him, feeling like he might be beyond help.
Erik found it hard to talk to her sometimes because he felt like he let her down. She was never rude, but her over-politeness made him uncomfortable. It was hard for him to explain his need to do what he did to anyone, sometimes even T’Challa. The stain of his father’s murder by T’Chaka sat heavy on the family, making it hard for all those who were old enough to remember him to deal with each other. It made Erik grateful that Shuri was so young when it happened. She adored him in ways that no other member of the family could. 
Erik finally gathered up the nerve to make the call. “Hey Auntie.”
“Hello, Erik. How are you doing?” He always loved the velvety sound of her voice. It caressed his ears and brought a smile to his face despite his nerves. 
“I’m doing good. How are you?” Even if it was an emergency, his Aunt required this formality from him. It was almost comical when he thought about it. Shuri would still be running her mouth about her reason for calling, not giving him the chance to speak until she ran out of breath.
“I’m doing well.” There was a hesitant pause. “Have you heard from your cousin T’Challa recently?” 
“No, ma’am. It’s been about a month. You probably would have seen him last.” Erik looked around himself at the park. It was dark, so he would only make himself more visible if he used his kimoyo beads out here. “Let me get back to my place and I will call you there.”
“Please do, Erik. It’s important.”
Now, he was nervous. Despite her formalities, Erik could hear the nerves in her voice. Something was going on and it involved T’Challa. She wouldn’t call him like this unless it was serious.
He began his jog back home. Micky probably won’t like this. I don’t like it either.
Micky went back and forth about whether or not she should call her mom. The lady had pissed her off so bad, she really wanted to stay away for a long time. At the same time, it felt weird being cut off from all forms of support except for Erik. He was likely to be getting a new mission soon, which meant that Micky would be alone again, and most likely would end up right back in the mix with her rude ass relatives. 
Just call the old lady. Micky dialed up her mother’s number, breathing deeply to calm her racing heart. When it went to voicemail, she almost fainted from relief. I wonder what she’s doing. She almost never misses my call. Deciding it wasn’t something to panic over, Micky went back to filling out job applications. 
Some time later, after sending off writing samples to multiple blogs and sites that discussed interesting topics and current events locally, Micky turned off her laptop and flopped back on her futon cushion. Erik better be quick about replacing my shit. He has way more money than me. Speaking of him, it was time to apologize for her shenanigans. Micky dialed him up.
“Hello.” He answered almost immediately. Alright then.
“Hey, Erik. I know it’s a little on the late side, and you had work earlier.”
“You know none of that shit matters, ma. Wassup?” 
“I’m sorry for cutting up earlier. I know you have your reasons for keeping some things secret. It’s only been a few days. It’s not an excuse, but I got other things going on and…”
“I know. It ain’t a thing, babygirl. I left you alone because I figured you needed a minute. We cool.” 
“You sure?” It seemed like this was too easy. There had to be more. Surely, he wanted to yell a little bit.  
“I’m sure. We need to have a talk, though. Where are you?” 
“I’m at home. You want me to meet you somewhere?” Anything to get out of the house for a little bit. It was late, but surely somewhere was open in the city. 
“Yeah. Maggiano’s in 20 minutes?” Damn, no time to get cute. 
“Ummm ok. Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll see you there.” 
After a quick hoe bath and some lip gloss, Micky was ready to go. Maggiano’s was a little hood pizza store that had space for people to sit, and it was quiet. One of their first dates was here, and the feeling of nostalgia made Micky long for how things were in the beginning. She spotted Erik’s truck outside of the pizza store, and parked behind it. He was already sitting inside with a large order of hot wings and fries. There was an empty cup for her to choose her own drink. Most of the other details were lost on her as she focused on Erik. He had on workout gear like the other day, basketball shorts and such. His shirt had long sleeves this time, though.
“What you staring at?” He noticed her wandering eyes.
“Uh, nothing. Sorry, I’ve been moving around all day. I’m tired.” Not entirely a lie. 
“Sit down.” Now, Micky felt her instincts kicking in. Usually, a hug or kiss would have followed his teasing. Why was he being so distant now?
“Oh. Yes, sir.” She planted herself in the dingy booth across from him. It never ceased to amaze her that this fine specimen of a man enjoyed eating at some of the unhealthiest places. Everything about this place screamed “HEALTH VIOLATION” but he loved it here. They’d come here multiple times while they were dating before. 
“We need to talk.” Micky’s heart fluttered a little. She couldn’t decide how to feel about this. Erik knew she had anxiety, so he shouldn’t be using open phrases like that. 
“Please just say it. You’re leaving again, aren’t you?” Unwanted tears made her vision blurry. Her mind told her that she was overreacting, but her emotions weren’t in her control anymore. 
“Babygirl, please don’t cry.” Concern wrinkled his brow. “It’s about my family. My cousin is missing. They need me there now. I have to help find him.” 
Micky’s emotions were all over the place. His cousin is missing? He’s leaving me? His family needs him. Shuri needs him. But I need him, too. “Alright. Yeah, you should be with your family. I understand that completely. I will miss you, though.” She meant every word, even if it tore her to pieces inside.
“I’m glad that you understand. But I don’t want to leave you here alone. I know you got a lot of shit going on with your family.”
“I’ll live with it. I been doing that for 25 years. I’ll be okay.” At least, Micky hoped so.
“You shouldn’t have to deal with all that bullshit, though. Listen, I had an idea.” He looked at her hopefully. Micky nerves were a wreck and she was trying not to snap at his incomplete phrasing. She needed him to just say what he wanted from her, rather than saying that he wanted something.
“Please, just come out with everything. Stop leaving it open. My anxiety can’t take all that.” This was driving her insane. 
“Okay, damn. Here’s the deal. I want you to live at my place while I’m gone. 
Well, then. “I….uh….don’t really know how to respond to that.” 
“I’m not gonna have time to get you a new futon. I’ve been so busy with work and everything. I would rather just have you live there. Shit, somebody has to use the space. I don’t have anyone here, but you.”
Micky felt a weird mix of feelings. She had a lease at her current place, so she would have to break it if she moved. There was also the fact that Erik probably didn’t want Rufus tearing shit up in his place. The biggest problem was that Micky was currently unemployed, so how she would afford anything there was beyond her. Another thought occurred to her while she went over the possibility of living with Erik.
“What did you do with that review that I wrote about Minxie’s?” She thought about it periodically throughout the day, but was more worried about making sure that she apologized to him for snapping before. 
“That’s not what we’re discussing at the moment.”
“I know, Erik!” 
He sighed in poorly contained frustration. “I can show you that when we get back to my place.” He glanced away. “Or yours.”
“As in, my current place?”
“Tell me what you wanna do? I’ll go with it either way.” 
“I still have a lease.” 
“I’ll buy it out. My condo is paid for. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything like that.”
“Your cousin is missing?” Now, more details were starting to filter through her first wave of shock. 
“Yes.” 
“And you’re worried about me having a place to stay.”
“My family is sending transportation for me within the next two hours.”
“Well, that’s fast.” 
“None faster. Not on Earth, anyway.”
“Not….on….Earth.” Micky felt panic starting to rise in her chest again. She focused on her feet, the way they were placed on the ground. She needed to be aware of her physical self so she didn’t get caught up in her emotions. She concentrated on wiggling her toes, flexing her calf muscles, tensing and releasing her core. This went on until she felt her spirit settle a bit. 
“Better?” Erik waited patiently as ever for Micky to get herself under control. Micky nodded that she was okay. “You can refuse the offer if you want. It was just an option that would benefit both of us. Someone would be keeping up my place while I’m gone, and you would have less expenses to worry about.”
“True. I just don’t know what to say.” 
“Keep my keys. If you decide to move in, you’ll already be that much closer.”
“But what about the people who own the building? What will they say about me just showing up randomly?”
“My family owns the building.”
Micky wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly. “Your family…..?”
“They own it.” Erik’s gaze was intense as he fought to get her to understand how serious he was. “I’m leaving in less than two hours, babygirl. That’s a fact. How long I’ll be away is undetermined. I have to find out what happened to my cousin. But, I need to make sure you’ll be alright while I’m gone. Don’t tell anyone about my place. Let it be somewhere you can go where no one will ever bother you. Don’t bring anyone there. Do you understand?”
Micky nodded slowly at him. This was a little too much for her. Erik was leaving, and giving her a condo at the same time. There was nothing normal about this conversation. 
“Eat.” It was a quiet command and she obeyed it without further comment. Every time I get a handle on my feelings about him, things change again. Why couldn’t I have dated a normal man? Why did I respond to his text the other day? I knew I should have blocked his number. 
Micky finished off the last of the wings, eyeballing the fries as she realized she hadn’t eaten the entire day. Erik pushed the plate toward her as an invitation, one she accepted with enthusiasm. When she finished, she felt less lightheaded. Erik was polite enough not to stare while she ate, but his eyes were focused on her intently, now. “We should go back to my place.” He said after a few moments. I need to show you something." 
Erik was fully aware that Micky was having a hard time processing all her emotions. Life had been unkind to her these last few days, but she was going to have to push through it. He needed her to be alright, but his reasons for giving her his place to stay at went deeper than that. If T’Challa was compromised, then so was Erik. Their organizations worked in tandem, and only they had full access. That meant that a lot of things would be changing fast. Had someone spilled on them? This was going to be tough, but she was strong enough to take it.
Back at his place, he handed her a parking pass to keep inside her glove box whenever she entered the garage. It was keyed to her alone. She already has his key card for the door, but he wanted her to have the access codes to change the information should the card get lost. He’d also had a set of kimoyo beads made for her, but he wouldn’t have time to teach her the basics of how to use them in case of emergency. Those would have to be typed up.
He’d already put Shuri to work getting a secure phone for her to use. The number wouldn’t change, but it wouldn’t be hacked easily as long as she was careful. Shuri would also be securing a laptop for Micky. Any person that he cared about needed to be protected, and that included Micky. 
As Erik explained all of this to Micky, he could see that much of it wasn’t sinking in just yet. He’d typed up basic instructions to help her later when reality set in. He was pissed that he didn’t have the time to go over everything in great detail with her. By the time he was finished, another hour had passed, and they had maybe forty minutes left with each other. 
“Listen.” She looked up at him. “I love you, and I’m saying all this shit because I want you to be okay.”
“I know.” She looked so sad, but not broken. There was more of a look of resignation on her face, as though she had already accepted how fucked up everything was. “Show me what you did with the stuff I sent you.”
It took him a moment to understand what she was referring to. “You mean the video?”
“What video?” That got her attention. 
He pulled out his phone and loaded it up. It was at an awkward angle, but there was Kelly’s greasy ass face in all its ugly ass glory counting money as a very courteous Erik asked for her attention multiple times. It was a short clip, but it was damning enough, and by now would be on several sites that carried customer reviews of stores. 
Micky gasped as she looked up at him. Several seconds ticked by before she spoke. "Petty Wap." A hesitant smile curled the corner of her mouth. "You really did this?"
“Yeah. It’s really small. I been thinking about making some other things happen, too.”
“Like what?” She looked concerned, but curious.
Should I do it? Should I tell her how badly I wanted to put sugar in Kelly’s gas tank? Should I tell her my other thoughts about Kelly? “I thought about a lot of things. Sugar in the gas tank. Or even sending a more direct message, but I didn’t want her trying to retaliate against you when I wasn’t around.”
Micky thought about his words for a moment. “Sugar in the gas tank is actually a cool idea. I just don’t want her children to be without transport. If that bitch was single, I’d even go with you when you did it so I can learn.”
Erik was shocked. He stared at Micky for a solid 10 seconds before he was able to speak again. “You think that shit is cool, huh?” He felt himself getting hard at the thought. “You feel like cutting up a little bit?” 
“I feel like setting up boundaries and making sure there are consequences when people don’t listen.” She said it so smoothly, but there was no joke in her voice. She meant that shit. 
“Okay, babygirl. Remember you said that shit for when I get back.” If I get back.
She looked sad again. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Aht Aht. I don’t have enough time to play with you tonight. I gotta go in…” He checked his phone time. “...15 minutes.”
She sighed. “Alright. So, do we just sit here and wait, then?”
“Nah, I wanna tell you something else. I wasn’t born in Wakanda, but all my family is there.” There was only fifteen minutes to get it all out. “My father was murdered when I was young. My mother’s been gone so long I don’t remember what she looked like. Several years after my father’s death, my uncle came and found me, offering me a place in his home in the African nation of Wakanda. He was the king there, and as his brother’s son, that made me prince. I started working for him at a young age, since I could never listen to anyone else. He was killed by a high level fence, called Klaw. My cousin is king now. Shuri is a princess. There’s not enough time to tell you anything else, but I will tell you when I get back. I promise. If I come back, I’ll take all my time telling you anything you want to know about me.” There it was.
“So, that’s why you have all this shit?” Micky looked around the living room.
“No, my family owns the building, but I work for my shit. Just like you.” He wasn’t sure how to feel about her reaction. 
“I believe you. You can’t sit still too long to let someone else take care of you.” She smiled at him slyly. 
“Kiss me, babygirl. I gotta go.” He reached across the couch and pulled her towards him. She squealed at the sudden loss of balance, eventually settling in his arms. Her lips were so soft, and slightly spicy from the hot wings. It didn’t bother him. He wanted this moment to last forever, and nothing mattered as much as the feeling of her body against his. Erik wanted to savor the taste of her for as long as he could. Micky matched his enthusiasm, gripping the back of his head to deepen the kiss. 
At the precise moment that Erik was about to throw caution to the wind and strip both of them down, he felt his wrist vibrate. Fuck. Of course he would be cockblocked by the goddamn Dora Milaje. It was time to be a prince. He felt himself going cold as he pulled away from Micky. 
“It’s time for me to go, babygirl.” It was hard to focus on her face right now. The tears she was fighting back were so close to falling, and he hated more than anything that he was the reason for them.
“Be safe. Come back, okay?”
He nodded to avoid the need to speak again. He wrapped her in his arms one last time before heading out the door. He never bothered packing, since his transport would be well stocked with anything he needed. On his way up to the roof, he felt his heart freeze solid. T’Challa didn’t need Erik right now, he needed Killmonger. And that’s exactly who was coming to save his sorry ass. 
Micky felt hollow. He’d walked out of her life again, and now that she knew the severity of the situation, it felt like maybe he wouldn’t make it back. She began to wonder why she’d asked so many questions before. Maybe not knowing was better than this. 
Who the fuck am I kidding? This has been one the wildest rides of my life and well worth it. I’m a different person than just a few days ago, and have access to so much more now.
And it was true. Micky was more confident, more assertive, more inspired than she had ever been. Even with Erik gone, she knew she would ultimately be alright. It would be lonely, unless she decided to date someone else, but she could handle that. That wasn’t unusual for her at all. She had a lot of hard decisions to make in a relatively short amount of time, but she would make them. Rufus was probably staring at his food bowl, angry at the world because he could see the bottom of it. There was also the matter of her family for her to deal with, but that could wait until she figured out where she wanted to live. And who the fuck wouldn’t want to live here? 
But there was also the issue of whether or not Erik would still want her when he got back, and if she could live with him leaving for long periods of time. I suppose this would be a good test of whether or not I can make this work. There was much to do and little time to do it.
“I’ll get it done, though.” She spoke out loud to herself.
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lokahjarta · 2 years
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couple of johns
Lucky, lecherous eye
Come on baby, let's get high
Wet your appetite and cut my teeth
Do you want do it? Do you wanna do it two me?
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