#y’all focus on these differences that could work just fine

[supercalime]

Me whenever I go on the RWRB tag

#she ain’t in the movie #neither is Luna Catherine or cash #get over it #saying wHeRe iS jUnE and complaining won’t make her magically appear in the movie #they had to cut characters out #it sucks but it happens #and instead of focusing on how awesome it is that a major streaming platform is hosting such a beloved queer story #y’all focus on these differences that could work just fine #just think with me #you couldn’t read a book this length in 2 hours #it’s impossible #so how the hell could the movie work if they kept everything the same to the book? #lety rambles #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #june claremont diaz #alex claremont diaz #rwarb #Amazon prime #casey mcquiston #memes

[lavendertom]

The Neighbor Across the Street pt. 5

Mike Schmidt x Babysitter!f!Reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6

wc: 3.6k

warnings: angst, little bit sad (if y’all can stick thru this ONE part 🫶), fluff sprinkled in some parts (as always, lmk if there’s anything i’ve missed)

summary: the neighbor across the street needs a babysitter, so you take the job, not knowing what’s in store for you as you grow closer to the siblings. AU where nothing bad ever happens at the pizzeria.

A/N: this is gonna be the “hard” chapter, but it’ll all be worth it for part 6, the official finale of the series 🥹 no worries tho, i still plan on expanding the story once it’s over!!!

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You could barely focus in any of your classes today. Your mind was full of thoughts about one person and one person only: Mike. All of the things that happened in such a short amount of time were eating you alive. You couldn’t take any of it anymore. In a way, you wished Abby hadn’t told you about her secret. You didn’t want something as silly as a “crush” to get in the way of your goal of keeping Abby and Mike happy.

As you drove home from your classes, you didn’t know what to expect that evening. You knew he probably wanted to clear up whatever had happened the other evening. Maybe he just wanted to tell you he was sorry for not paying you again. But then why did he want you there an hour early? What on earth could he want to talk about for a whole hour with you?

You only ever had two serious conversations with him in the two months or so of knowing him, the one the first night shift of babysitting Abby and during your walk with him just a few days ago.

There was that voice, all the way at the back of your head, that was telling you something completely different. There was a voice that was saying this had to do with Abby’s secret. You attempted to quickly get it out of your head, your hands getting sweaty at the thought as you continued driving home. You hated to admit this was making you more nervous than it should’ve been.

The thought of him waiting at his door until you got home crept into your head once more. The way he saw how you looked back one last time like you’d done every time before. How often did he wait at the door like that? Did he genuinely care about you that much to wait?

When you got home you had an hour until you knew you’d have to be at Mike’s house. Of course today was one of those days where your professors just knew you were having an off day and assigned what felt like 10x more work than usual. You hesitantly took out all of your textbooks and notebooks in an attempt to knock out a few assignments before you left.

As you sat down, something hanging on the headboard of your bed caught your attention. The black hoodie Mike had lent you was there. You truly intended on giving it back to him yesterday since you’d accidentally wore it home the other night. Whether you forgot it by chance or on purpose you couldn’t even remember anymore.

It sat there like a painful reminder of not knowing what was to come later. He said it wasn’t anything bad, but maybe he just didn’t want to stress you out. What if he had to quit the night job, therefore leaving you jobless? You didn’t want to leave them hanging. You didn’t care if you were getting paid consistently or not. You just wanted to be there for them. That was all that mattered to you now.

You continued to sit there, looking at the hoodie, thoughts racing through your mind with no signs of stopping. The textbooks and notebooks all over your desk were never opened, you didn’t have the energy now at least. Not when your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing and stomach was twisted into knots. You kept telling yourself “It’s just your imagination, everything is fine. Everything will be okay.” It was already almost time for you to go, so you threw all the books back into your bag, grabbed the hoodie, and made your way over.

The feelings were mutual back at Mike’s house. Mike wasn’t sure why he felt so anxious about having to talk to you. It really wasn’t a big deal at all. He just wanted to clear up last night and, well, some other things too. He was just as scared of the unknown as you were. The kitchen smelled like pasta cooking as he tried his best to distract himself by making Abby’s dinner. Just incase the conversation went really bad and you didn’t want to stay. Not that he was anticipating that it would go badly.

He stirred the spaghetti as the water bubbled, focusing as best he could on everything but his thoughts.

“Mike why are you making dinner tonight?” Abby interrupted standing by the fridge.

“Thought I’d give Y/n a break for one night.” he said, still looking down at the pot of boiling water.

“She makes it so much better than you do though.” Abby started whining.

“Beggars can’t be choosers Abs.” he said with a sigh.

“What does that mean?” Abby said with a confused tone to her voice.

“Life’s not fair, that’s what it means. You either eat my pasta or nothing.”

He could practically hear the girl roll her eyes in response.

“Well, I’m not hungry right now.”

Now she’s just being a smart ass, Mike thought to himself.

“Good thing Y/n can warm it up for you later when I’m gone.”

“I don’t want to eat it later though. It’s gonna be gross later.” she crossed her arms now, she knew what she was doing.

“Well you’re either gonna eat it now, later, or never. This is what you’re getting for dinner.” Mike was getting more impatient with her sudden attitude.

“Your pasta is gross Mike I’m not eating it.”

“Whatever. I don’t care anymore, don’t eat it.” Way to ruin this evening Abby.

“Why do you have to be so-“

“Abby, just stop! I’m not having this today. Go to your room.” he didn’t realize how much he rose his voice at her. Arguing wasn’t uncommon for them, but he rarely, if ever, rose his voice this much at her. He looked back at her, the young girls eyes were welling with small tears. This evening already wasn’t going as planned and Y/n hadn’t even arrived yet.

“I hate you Mike!” Abby shouted before running to her room, slamming the door shut.

Mike took a deep breath, putting a hand over his face. Why did he always have to mess everything up? He should’ve never asked Y/n to come over early. If he hadn’t asked, then this situation would’ve never happened. He should’ve just let the situation go. He looked back at the pot of spaghetti, the water still bubbling, finally deciding to shut off the stove.

He looked at the landline phone hanging on the wall beside the fridge. It was almost calling his name to pick it up, dial your number, and tell you not to come by anymore. He stepped forward reaching out a hand to pick up the phone. Just before he could start dialing the numbers he heard a door slowly and quietly open.

He looked at the clock on the stove, quickly realizing what time it was. There was no escaping the situation now, for either of you. He walked out of the kitchen, now in the dining room as he watched you shut the door and set down your backpack.

“Hey.” you said in almost a whisper, your usual smile on your face to hide the nervousness that still lurked deep down.

Just like that, time felt slower than ever before for Mike. Honestly, every time he saw you it began feeling more and more like that. It wasn’t like you tried to dress to impress or anything like that. The only times you had a remotely “nice” outfit on were the first few days of babysitting and extremely occasionally after that. Even then, it was nothing more than a pair of jeans and a somewhat nicer t-shirt or sweater.

Your hair was in a low messy ponytail, loose strands of hair falling out of the scrunchie. You wore a t-shirt with your college’s name plastered across the front and extremely baggy black sweatpants. This was a look that was all too familiar to Mike. The days you wore outfits like this were days that school was beating your ass. Those were the days he’d come home and find you still finishing up work at the dinning room table far too late in the night.

The way that an outfit so simple and, for lack of better terms, lazy, could make Mike feel this way felt like a crime to him. He was convinced that any other outfit imaginable would not compare to this. There was no way to explain this, but this just felt different to him.

Maybe it was because of your determination and drive for success. It was something he didn’t see in himself. Maybe he envied that you had that in you and he didn’t. He saw how hard school was. He saw that no matter how hard it got, you were still there on time every time. He wished so much he had that level dedication in him.

That’s when his eyes turned to your hand. It was holding the black hoodie he let you borrow when you stayed for s’mores. He had honestly forgotten he even gave you it, but now he was wondering why you’d brought it back. He really didn’t mind if you’d kept it. Now thinking about it, he wanted you to keep it.

“You didn’t have to make dinner Mike, you know I’ve got it.” your voice, still quiet making sure Abby wouldn’t hear your presence, broke the thoughts in Mikes head and brought him back to reality.

“Yeah, um, about that…” he began, sighing heavily.

“We need to talk.” you immediately noticed the tension that was now forming.

“Yeah.” he pulled a chair out of the dining table for you, and you both quietly sat down.

You both sat in silence for a minute or so. You waited for him to start talking and you were going to give him as long as he needed to gather his thoughts. You focused on the salt and pepper shakers in the middle of the table.

“I’m sorry.” he finally spoke up.

“Why are you sor-“

“Let me explain before you try telling me I have nothing to be sorry about.” he interrupted, his volume significantly louder than before.

You didn’t say anything back, you were ready to let him say whatever he needed to say because clearly he needed it.

“It’s just-“ he paused again, putting his face into his hands. He took a deep breath attempting to gather his thoughts and emotions before he spoke again. He wasn’t going to let them ruin this conversation.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/n.” you finally looked up. Those incredible brown eyes met yours. They almost appeared to have tears forming in them.

“You do so much for us Y/n. You’re here on time every day, no matter how much you had going on during the day. You’re always willing to do literally anything with Abby. All of the dumb things I’ve said no to her about, you’ve said yes. You’re the mother figure she never had. She doesn’t act the same way around me as she does with you. She deserves this so much more than I do. She needs you, Y/n. I don’t deserve any of this. I can rarely pay you on time. I’m putting you in this horrendous situation where you go to class every day, then you come home for 2 hours max and babysit for the entire night. You’re working literally 2 jobs and you didn’t even want this. I accidentally threw you into it, you should’ve just not taken it. It’s not fair. And yesterday when I stormed out without explaining anything, that wasn’t fair either.”

“Mike-“

“You deserve more Y/n. You deserve the world. You have so much motivation and determination in you it’s actually insane. You’re always smiling, always trying to be kind and helpful. You put others before yourself. I just feel that someone like me, the complete opposite of you, doesn’t deserve to have you in my life. I have not even an ounce of dedication or care inside of me. You don’t deserve to have to put up with all my crap. You just don’t Y/n.” he stopped, still looking you in the eyes.

You really wanted to break down and sob. How could he think he’s worth nothing? How does he not see all the effort and care he puts into taking care of Abby? He’s trying a whole lot harder than other people who have half the worries in life that he has.

“How long have you felt this way?” you said quietly, you knew if you spoke any louder than a whisper you’d start crying.

“Since the moment you first came by to try out the job.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” small, but noticeable tears were now falling down your face. “You’ve felt this way for almost 2 months and you didn’t say a word?”

“Y/n, please don’t-“

“What do you mean ‘please don’t?’ How am I supposed to brush past this knowing you’ve felt like this for 2 months now?” You wiped the tears off of your face.

Mike was now looking down at the table, avoiding your face at all costs. He knew if he saw you that way, it would be over for him. It was never his intention to make you feel this way, he knew you would care, but he didn’t think you’d care this much.

“Mike, look at me right now.”

His eyes hesitantly met yours. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your head.

“You are the most thoughtful, caring, most determined person I’ve ever met. You sacrifice so so much for Abby and you don’t even realize it. When I talk to Abby, I hear all about a big brother who pours his heart out just for her to be happy. She is so incredibly lucky to have someone who dedicates so much of his time and energy just to make her happy. You didn’t ask for this and I know you’ve been through hell and back, but you do everything for that girl. No matter how much you think she doesn’t see it, you are genuinely her whole world. I have never, ever, met someone so caring in my life. You don’t have to do any of it, yet you are so selfless that you do it.”

“Then why does she hate me? Why does she always say so much about how great you are and how much she loves your cooking more than mine? Why are we always arguing over the stupidest things?”

“That’s what siblings are for Mike.” you said with an airy laugh through your tears. “After I came over to hearing your argument I went to talk to Abby. She said how she thought you hated her, how you’re always working and never do stuff with her anymore. I told her to look at all of the amazing things you do for her, all of the toys and art supplies she is lucky enough to have. I asked her who gets her all of these things. Who works their ass off for her to have the greatest childhood ever? You do, Mike. She just doesn’t know how to put that into words or actions. We’re gonna work on that though, okay?” you reached across the table to grab his hands and held them in yours.

“You need to give yourself a whole lot more credit. All I want is for you guys to be okay.” you smiled, tears still running down your face. “I just want to help you guys in any way I can. I don’t care how much I get paid or how often I get paid, that doesn’t matter to me anymore Mike. I just want to be there for the two of you.”

After all he said, after his vulnerability showed the underlying jealousy he had for you and your kindness you did it once again. You put others before yourself. He didn’t realize you were not going to give up.

“This is exactly why I don’t deserve you.”

“Quit saying that, you deserve me just as much as Abby does.” you squeezed his hands, reassuringly smiling at him. “You’re not getting rid of me.”

All he really wanted to do in this moment was to get up and kiss you. You believed in Abby, and in him, when you didn’t have to. No one was forcing you to do any of this and to know you were taking it upon yourself from the kindness in your heart made Mike feel even crazier for you. You were one of the first people to show genuine care and love to him and Abby since their parents passed away.

“I love you Y/n.”

Those 4 words came out with no thought, no hesitation, no control. It just felt right.

You were both shocked, yet relieved to hear those words. Your next 4 words didn’t have much thought to them either

“I love you too Mike.” you said, not hesitating either. It didn’t feel forced in the slightest, it felt right for both of you. You honestly couldn’t believe what had just happened and neither could Mike. Neither of you would admit it, but you weren’t even sure what to do next.

“Well it took you guys long enough.” a small voice peeped from behind you.

You turned around to see Abby, standing with her arms crossed, a smug look on her face.

“Abby, how long have you been here?” Mike said, quickly letting go of your hand he still had in his.

“Long enough to hear you and Y/n say you love each other.” she said, smiling wide and giggling. “I am so happy you finally told Y/n you have a crush on her! Or did Y/n tell you she has a crush on you?” her eyes lit up with excitement.

“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say that’s what happened but-“

“Oh, he definitely was the one who told me first.” you smirked after interrupting.

“But who decided to hold hands first?” he quickly responded, returning you a small smirk.

Your face began burning up as you buried your face in your hands for a moment, but you also couldn’t help but laugh. Leave it up to Abby to be little miss matchmaker. Of course she’d sneak her way in to finally see her hard work come together. Once Mike realized there was no point in hiding anything anymore, he grabbed your left hand again and held it in his. It felt almost freeing, like a weight was lifted off of him in multiple ways, to be able to hold your hand.

“Also, I’m hungry.” she chimed in quickly, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

You and Mike both looked at each other, knowing that the pasta he attempted to cook was probably off the table now. It was also almost time for Mike to go to work now, which he really didn’t want to do anymore, but there was no other choice.

“I’ll just order you guys a pizza.” he said with a smile, a genuine smile. “Y/n doesn’t need to be cooking for you after this, and I know you won’t eat whatever I can make in 10 minutes Abs.”

Abby began jumping around with pure excitement. Probably a little too excited after just offending Mike’s cooking, but that didn’t matter anymore. As long as she was happy and you were happy, Mike was gonna be happy. He was going to start changing his attitude about everything and he wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else than you. It wasn’t going to be easy, but was gonna try his very best.

“You sure Mike? I don’t mind cooking.” you replied.

“Really Y/n?” he said, sarcastically rolling his eyes.

“Okayyy fineee.” you said holding out the endings extra long, just for dramatic effect.

“Thank you Mike!” the Abby shouted, running up to his chair to give him a hug. Mike smiled at you as the young girl clung onto him.

“Thank you.” he mouthed to you.

You gave him a soft smile in response. You looked down at the black hoodie still in your lap. You brought it in the case he wanted it back, but after the conversation you two just had, there’s a good chance he’d want you to have it. Whether that was his original intention for you to keep it or not, you decided you would keep it. A constant reminder of who you were doing this for. Taking this job, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself in to. You also didn’t know why you were so nervous for this conversation. It couldn’t have gone any better. You were ready to go through whatever hardships and challenges you had to for your two favorite neighbors.

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A/N: get ready for part 6 hopefully before thanksgiving 🥳🫶 also trust i see all of ur comments and i wish i could reply to ALLL of them, but i don’t wanna flood the comments! sending each and every one of u and virtual hug rn and love! 🫂 if anyone wants a little preview of what’s to come, check out of my first work my favorite prize, those r the vibes i am going for in part 6 🤗

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#fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #josh hutcherson #five nights at freddy’s movie #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf fic #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt has my heart #reader and mike schmidt should kiss already 🫣

[ashdreams2023]

hello dear! I don't know if you are accepting requests, but I would like to request a five hargreeves x fem!reader

where the reader is a psychic, and she works in the more "chic" part of the commission and she is interested in Five because of some visions she has of him and nananananana

Anyway, I hope you understood :))

a big kiss from Brazil MWAH!

I reached Brazil?! Y’all I’m worldwide now 😩💕

Five hargreeves x fem reader

Watching

There’s many characters in the commission to say the least, everyone got their story and how they got there, much how you ended up there.

But you weren’t that special, you don’t think so at least, not with your coworker having the head of a cow and speaking fluent Spanish and French.

You didn’t usually interact with other employees there that weren’t in your department, it wasn’t because you thought yourself better than them but everyone other than you moved too fast, worried at lot, but you suppose the calmness comes from knowing what your future is and how very little it takes to change your fate.

It was also noted that your department tended to stay to focus on appearances and self expression, you’ll be mostly found in different outfits and fun makeup, it clashed with the usual uniform but it was fine because in your case, it mattered what you said rather than what you looked.

In your years there you’ve predicted deaths, wars, fallouts and whatever you can think about.

It was your job anyways and no one knew your face to point fingers at who is telling on their little failed schemes.

Although….there has been a change of atmosphere since you began seeing some interesting visions about a certain agent.

Five Hargreaves.

An oldie he was, yet surprisingly this was the first time you’ve seen him do something so….unexpected.

End of the world? His family? A new threat from within? Interesting.

You find yourself watching him, from your department, from the windows, he always walked with a purpose and heading somewhere.

Your coworker likes to tease you about this…sudden interest of yours calling him a call for help and that you need to get laid or something along those lines.

"There’s a thin line between sliver box and a grumpy git sweetie"

"Oh come on, aren’t you even a little curious? He’s so…mysterious"

Your staring had led to some rumors spreading around but nothing crazy, you weren’t the first to show any interest in five but it did become slightly embarrassing when you caught him staring at you during a New Year’s party.

Then you were surprised to find him up in your department looking for you.

"I thought I’ll drop by instead of our regular routine of you staring down at home like a hawk and me pretending I don’t see you"

"Oh…sorry?"

"I’ll accept good coffee and a conversation as a form of apology, meet at six outside."

Did he just ask you out? You weren’t so sure about it but it did happen and there were cameras, and to say the least, you became everyone’s business within a few hours.

"Care to tell me why a woman like you was staring at old me? I know your job here and what you’re capable of" He was so calm it made you shiver but you still kept your professional face on.

"You know as much as me that if I let something out both of us would be counting our days here"

"I see the rumors are true" He smirked

"Which ones?" Your curiosity peaked.

He took a sip from his cup "that’s a subject for another day with a much filling meal"

You bit your lip and chuckled "Are you asking me to dinner?"

The older gentleman eyed you so intensely you could almost feel the blush creeping at the back of your neck "I know a good restaurant in 1987 France"

"Hmm, it’s a date then"

"Only if you keep wearing that red lipstick of yours"

So he was watching you too "don’t tempt me I might rebel off and put something else, mess with you a little"

"I thought your department was too much of a bunch of goody two shoes"

You smiled at him then moved your under the table and kicked foot making him wince in pain.

"Pick me up at 7:30pm and a word of advice, watch out for chainsaw at your next mission" You stops leaving him stunned and clearly interested.

"Will do, will do."

#five hargreaves x you #imagine #five hargreeves x you #five x y/n #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five the umbrella academy #five x reader #five headcanons #five hargreeves #netflix the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy

[traffic-was-a-b1tch]

anthem of the heart

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

summary: you and your best friend move into a new apartment after college, wanting a fresh start in nashville. however, you come to find that your neighbors are musicians. very loud musicians who like to keep you up at night. especially one, who likes to bother you on purpose. you would hate him… if he wasn’t so hot.

warnings for overall series: eventual SMUT!!!, angst, mentions of past abuse (not jake), abuse (not jake), mentions of past sexual assault (not jake), sexual assault (not jake), enemies to lovers, cursing, let me know if I missed any. (i’m still making this series up as I go along so it might change)

warnings for this chapter: bitchy jake (iykyk), slight arguing, let me know if I missed any.

author’s note: heyyy guys! this is my first ever series! i’m super excited to write it and I think its gonna be a fun one lolz. please feel free to give me feedback, requests, comments, etc. enjoy!!!!

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Chapter One:

your pulse beat rapidly. you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this.

you put the last of the moving boxes on the couch and looked at kaylee. your smiles radiated as you took in your new place. the two bedroom, one bath apartment stared back at you.

the walls were painfully white and bare, but the dark blue couch added much needed color to the middle of the living room.

“it’s not much to look at right now”, she started, “but I think we can work with it.”

“let’s hope”, you laughed.

of course you both could work with it. y’all could turn a dumpster fire into a trendy café. you distinctly remembered that your dorm was in a similar condition y’all’s freshman year of college. and let’s just say you had to fix a few nail holes and tear off so much wallpaper when y’all moved out.

“I got it!”, kaylee gasped, “dark blue and white chevron!”

“chevron? are we in 2014?”, you gave her a look.

“oh please, you know I know best. here”, she positioned you to where she was standing by your shoulders, “look now.”

after a few head tilts, you hated to admit it but, you were starting to see her vision.

“hmmm ok fine. but the couch would have to go there”, you pointed, “and the lamp there against the wall.”

she gave your shoulders a squeeze and rested her head in the crook of your neck, “awe you finally trust my artistic eye.”

you shrugged her off with a laugh.

“you know things will be better, right? he’s not here to bother you, and you get a nice fresh start.”, she added hesitantly.

right. one of the main reasons you left your home state after college, your ex. you tried to push him out of your mind, nodding at kaylee.

you tried to focus on the room before you. your mind was starting to race with ideas and approaches, and the place was slowly piecing itself together.

the rising excitement was going to keep you up all night.

or so you thought.

you would have a different enemy tonight.

after hours of planning with kaylee, you finally started to get tired. the long hours of the day suddenly hit you and all you could think about was your mattress. it was on the floor as of now, but it never looked more comfortable.

after doing your skincare, getting in pjs, and brushing your teeth and hair, you laid down on the bare mattress. your eyes were slowly drooping as you started to slip into sleep.

just then you were startled awake with the sound of a guitar.

what in the world?

you waited for a second, thinking it was just your mind playing tricks. then, a second strum of an electric guitar echoed through the wall.

it was followed by a riff, cool and sharp, ripping through the quiet night. then came drums, pounding a dull beat that the guitar followed.

the music was good, great even, but it was too late for it.

you sat up, annoyed and tired, and looked over at kaylee, who had woken up from the same sounds.

“ugh. your first roommate duty.”, she grunted, pointing at the wall the music was coming from.

“no way, kaylee. are you kidding?”

she pointed again at the wall, strictly.

you rolled your eyes, standing up to stretch.

“ooohhh mama”, a man’s raspy voice came in with the music.

you cursed as you walked out into the hallway, not wanting the confrontation but needing sleep. the neighbor’s door reverberated with the vibration of music, making it obvious where the musicians were stationed.

you sighed and knocked at the door.

no response. just music.

“la di da di da oooohhh”, the singer’s voice was clear and distinct, mocking the guitar’s strums.

you knocked louder, growing frustrated.

suddenly, a voice interrupted the flowing sound and one by one the instruments stopped. the music ceased, and you could hear footsteps growing closer.

the door opened slightly, giving you a view of half a man’s face. his dark brown eyes sweeped you up and down, and you abruptly became aware that you were at their door in a big t-shirt and sleep shorts. a little embarrassed, you crossed your arms in front of you.

“can I help you?”, he asked, annoyance dripped from his husky voice.

“um- hi. sorry, me and my best friend just moved in next door.”, you pointed to your door.

his neck craned to see, opening the door a little more. you took in his appearance. the brown hair draped over his shoulders, reaching his upper back, was flowy and dark. he had on a black button up only buttoned to the middle of his torso, exposing his tan chest.

damn. he was attractive.

your eyes traveled further down, spotting an electric guitar hanging on him.

so this was the guitarist.

he looked back at you expectingly, waiting for an explanation.

“anyway, we were just going to come ask if y’all could quiet down just a little bit. it late and we have long days tomorrow and we would just really appreciate it.” you smiled sweetly, sort of wishing he found you attractive the way you found him attractive.

he raised his eyebrows, looked you up and down again, and turned to face some other men in the room. you could only see their heads, but you saw three men standing around instruments in the cramped apartment.

“what do ya say, boys? should we keep it down?”, he murmured, his voice mysterious and yet sweet. the other men laughed half-heartedly from inside, causing the man at the door to chuckle.

he looked back at you.

“look, sweetie. we are a professional band and we need our practice. now, we only can get together at night. so, what do you suppose we do, hm? stop our productive, important practice for you and your little friend to get beauty sleep? I don’t think so. we haven’t gotten any complaints yet, so I think that you just need to go back to your apartment and invest in some earplugs if it bothers you that much.”

you were taken aback, mouth slightly open in shock. you’d have never guessed such rude words would fall out of his beautiful mouth. he looked like a dream, but acted like a nightmare.

“well”, you started, unsure of how to respond, “I guess i’ll be the first to complain.” you lifted your chin up defiantly, not letting him see how much he disappointed you by being rude.

his eyebrows dropped, his face forming a deep glare.

“now then, let’s not be rude here.” he was testing you, seeing how confrontational you would get.

“yes”, you smiled sarcastically, “let’s not. so, practice is cancelled tonight?” you looked behind the man and into the room to see three slightly shocked faces.

one of them, with a seafoam green bass in his hand, broke out into a smile, “well i’m free tomorrow at noon.”

“shut up, sam.”, the man at the door barked, looking back at him.

“oh, give it a rest, jake. you know we can postpone and be fine.”, sam added.

oh, jake was the man at the door.

“yes, jake”, you cooed, “let’s postpone, hm?”

his eyes found yours, surprised and slightly impressed at your tone. his hard mouth slowly let up.

he scoffed, “you playing with fire, baby. be careful.”

your eyebrows raised, testing him to try you. you backed away, eyes never leaving his, and walked the four feet to your door.

the last thing you saw was a glimpse of his eyes following you into your apartment.

the intensity of the encounter haunted you, playing back in your head over and over. you leaned your head back onto the door, waiting for the music to resume. waiting to see if he had the gall to keep playing. still after a minute or two, there was nothing but silence. you sighed, sluggishly walking back to your bed.

then you collapsed, sleep slowly enveloping you into its warm arms.

good, that’s the end of that, you thought.

until you woke up at 3 am, to the sound of a guitar riff.

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eeeeeeeekkkk!!! so excited to start a seriessss. (also please excuse my use of y’all. i’m from the south and it just comes naturally lmao). PLEASE let me know what you would like me to write next, give suggestions, feedback, anything!

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka #daniel wagner #jake gvf #sam gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #gvf smut #gvf fic

[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend pt 3 (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You wake up at Warrens house, then finally indirectly break up with your boyfriend.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of Warrens wounds from the fight, mentions of weed

A/n: Okay y’all, i think this might be the last part. I could probably continue this for another part or two if i really wanted to. (i have a couple rough ideas) but I’m probably gonna focus on other fics.

Pt 1, Pt 2

As I open my eyes, I’m startled for a split second, not recognizing the bed I’m in or the ceiling I’m looking at, but the familiar scent of weed and the sound of a bong bubbling while a Green Day CD plays in the background reminds me that I’m at Warrens house. I sit up in his bed, the t-shirt of his that I’m wearing hangs off me, still smelling of his cologne.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty,” Warren says between coughs, I sit up in the bed yawning.

“Why’d you leave me,” I frown, looking at the cold spot next to me where Warren fell asleep last night.

“Well, I waited for you to wake up for like an hour, I got bored,” he laughs, standing from the couch then walking to the bed, bong in hand. I smile at the boy in front of me. His disheveled brown hair that’s falling into his bruised face, the white tank top that hugs his torso snug and his grey sweatpants that don’t leave much to the imagination. “Does this make up for it?” He hands me the glass and the lighter.

“Only if you go get me some water,” I smile sweetly, accepting the bong.

“Anything for you,” he winks, making my heart flutter as he turns to walk up the steps. I take a small hit from the bong before laying back down on the bed, watching the smoke I blow out cloud above my head and dissipate into the yellow light in the ceiling.

‘How did I get here?’ I think to myself. Just last month I had a routine. I was comfortable- albeit bored. I knew what every day was going to consist of, there were no surprises. I woke up, smoked, then either went to work or went to Dakota’s house. If I went to my job at the library, I had a set task list; the exact same every day. If I went to Dakotas, we either went on deliveries or argued because he’d been cheating on me again. Sad, I know, but that’s how it was, and I was fine with it. Everything’s different now, not in a bad way though. Warren invaded my thoughts and my heart as soon as we reunited, and I don’t think he intends on leaving anytime soon. I’m grateful for him. He’s made me see that life can be exciting-and messy. I’ll never be able to think of sex the same for the rest of my life, regardless of what happens with us.

‘Us,’ I think to myself. ‘What are we?’ Are we friends with benefits? Is he seeing other girls? He wants me to break up with my boyfriend, but I don’t even know where he and I stand. I’m going to break up with Dakota- for many reasons- but, do I really want to jump straight into a relationship again? Is that what Warren wants? Will he lose interest once I’m single? Regardless, I don’t want whatever me and him have to end; That’s the only thing I know for sure.  

“Here you go, beautiful,” Warren interrupts my thoughts, his voice bringing a smile to my face as he hands me the glass of water.

“You’re so chivalrous,” I giggle before taking a sip of the cold water. Warren crawls over top of me and flops down on the bed, laying on his back with his toned arms crossed above his head. He smiles and sighs, turning his battered face to look at me with heavy eyes.

“What?” I giggle, unsure of why he’s staring. His grin stays plastered on him as he shakes his head.

“Nothing… It’s just if you had told 13 year old me about this past month, I would have never believed you. How did I manage to get the most beautiful girl in Fayette County in my bed, wearing my shirt…only my shirt?” he says in a dreamy tone as he props himself up on a bruised arm. I can’t help but blush at his words. He knows exactly how to flatter a woman.

“Oh stop,” I giggle. “You’re quite the looker yourself,” I smirk as crawl on top him, sitting on his stomach. “You look really good in this wifebeater with your busted lip,” I run my hand up his chest and to his face, brushing my thumb over his healing abrasion. He brings his strong arms to my hips, leaning into my hand on his face. “You look dangerous,” I wiggle my eyebrows, smirking. He laughs as he flips me over so that he’s hovering above me, he slips his hand under the t-shirt I’m wearing, ghosting over my bare core.

“You have no idea,” he whispers lowly in my ear before nibbling on my neck, sending electric shoot through my entire body.

“I don’t think that I thanked you properly for defending my honor,” I smile, before pulling the shirt up and over my body, leaving me completely bare underneath him. His eyes scan my body as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“This view right here is thanks enough,” his sultry tone resonates in my ears as he runs his busted knuckles over my curves, leaving goosebumps on every inch of skin that he touches.

“I have a little bit more to offer,” I smirk as I sit up, shoving him on to his back. He watches in anticipation as I settle between his legs. “I gotta say,” I purr slowly as my hand ghosts over his crotch. “You looked really hot fighting for me,” I smile through my lashes as I slide my fingers under the top his waistband.

“And I’d do it again, especially if you’re my reward,” he brings a rough hand to my cheek, pushing my hair out of my face as he stares bullets into my soul. I’ve always adored his dark eyes, the color of freshly brewed coffee; bitter yet comforting. A single glance from the man below me is enough to make my core ache.

“You know Warren,” I begin as I slowly pull his sweats down, holding his gaze. “When you look at me like that, you could get me to do absolutely anything you want,” I say before biting my lip in anticipation as I slide his boxers down to reveal his semi hard cock awaiting my attention.

“Mmm, I could say the same thing about you, darlin’,” he groans out, his deep voice sending chills down my spine straight to my core. I spit into my hand before grabbing his cock, pumping it a few times to fully wake it up. He hums at the contact, his body relaxes as he lays flat on his back, laying his arms above his head. I cup his balls in one hand and his base in the other as I slowly sink my mouth down on him until he hits my throat, earning a low moan from the back of his throat.

“You always treat me so well, baby,” Warren groans, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. I begin to bob my head up and down on him, hollowing out my cheeks. “Mmm, atta’ girl. Just like that, beautiful,” he sits up to watch me gag on him; a feeling that I’ve grown to love. Every ounce of praise he gives my goes straight to my stomach, fueling the butterflies that are erupting. His eyes, dark with lust, gaze down at me. I lose myself in the moment. His moans and words of praise fill the room as he repeatedly thrusts against the back of my throat. My jaw starts to go numb, but I ignore it; The site of Warrens face contorted in pleasure and the compliments falling from his blushed lips is worth every ounce of pain.

I see his hand go the night stand, picking up my vibrating phone. I pull away from him, catching my breath as he puts the phone to his ear.

“What do you want?” he asks with a sly grin before gently guiding my head back to his erection. I’m confused, but I obey and slip him back into my mouth. “She’s right here, but she’s a little busy at the moment,” he smirks into the phone.

‘Oh god. It’s got to be Dakota’ I think to myself as I kitten lick around his tip. I hear him raise his voice on the other end of the line.

‘Yep. It’s Dakota,’ I think I hear him ask warren to put me on the phone, followed by some curses. Warren laughs as he thrusts deep into my throat, making me audibly gag.

“She can’t talk right now man, her mouths a little preoccupied,” he winks at me, my cheeks burn red. I can tell Warren is enjoying this- maybe a little too much and I hate to admit that I also find this situation extremely hot, so I play along. I take his entire length into my throat, past my gag reflex until my nose is nestled against the small patch of brown hair decorating his skin.

“Fuck! Just like that baby,” he moans loudly, chuckling into the receiver. He begins to thrust deep into my throat, groaning in pleasure. “What’s she doing?” He laughs breathlessly as his free hand uses my hair to hold my head in place as he violates my mouth. “Mmm, I’ll spare you the details, dude,” he says, his stupid grin not leaving his face. I can hear Dakota cussing Warren out. His eyes focus on me as thick strings of spit drip from my mouth around him as he fucks my throat, my gagging filling the room. Warren uses my hair to pull my head back, spit rolling down my face as I gasp for air. He holds the small phone up to my mouth. “Do you like gagging on me y/n?” he asks I nod my head still trying catch my breath. “Use your words beautiful,” he says with the biggest shit eating grin, using his eyes to motion to the phone.

“I fucking love it,” I say breathlessly, a smirk falling across my own face as my knees becoming weak from how aroused I am. With that, he shoves his cock back into my mouth.

“Holy fucking shit,” he growls in a way I’ve never heard before as he drops the phone on his chest, Dakotas small voice still shouting on the other end of the line. Warren grabs either side of my head guiding me up and down his cock a couple more times.

“Fuck, just like that, baby. I’m cumming,” Warren groans as he releases deep into my throat and onto my tongue, I lap up every last drop, pulling away gasping again. “Did you swallow all of it, darlin’?” he asks, panting as he wipes a tear from my cheek. Dakotas frantic voice still chirping through the small plastic brick.

“Yes sir,” I giggle opening my mouth, sticking my tongue. Warren smirks, grabbing my ass to scootch me up to him. “Good girl,” he says against my lips.

“Warren!” I hear Dakotas infuriated voice boom from the phone. Warren laughs holding it up to his ear again. Dakota bellows every slur, insult, and curse word I’ve ever heard through the cell until Warren cuts him off.

“Yeah that’s why I fucked your girl,” he laughs loudly, his shit eating grin plastered proudly on his battered face. “Bitchass cuck!” he shouts before ending the call, tossing the phone to the side.

“Warren, what was all that about,” I giggle as he attacks my bare skin with kisses and love bites.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” He pants against my skin. “Turn over, beautiful, I’m not done yet,” he slaps my ass, standing to remove his tank top, his dick still hard as ever. My stomach flips as I get on my hands and knees on his bed. He comes up behind me, pulling me to the edge of the bed, using his hands to spread me open. Wasting no time, he licks a long strip across my core, earning a whimper from me. “You taste so sweet baby,” he coos before inserting a finger inside of me. I whine at the contact. He begins pumping his finger inside of me. “You really liked that, hm? You’re soaked,” I can hear the smirk in his voice, all I can do is nod my head as he curls exactly where I need him most.

“Fuck Warren,” I whimper, desperate for more of his touch.

“You’re so fucking stunning,” he runs his hand down my back and over my ass, admiring my body while he slips another finger inside of me, I whine in response. It’s strange the kind of affect he has on me; With one touch from his hand, I’m soaked. I’m so pathetically attracted to this man, I’m almost ashamed. He fuels a lust deep inside of me that I never even knew was there. No drug is any match for the way that Warren can make me feel.

“Fuck me, Warren,” I whimper out as his fingers pump into me. “Please, I can’t stand it, I need you Warren, please,” I plead in a way that I’d never imagined I would beg a man.

“Anything for my girl,’’ he coos, pulling his fingers out to lean down and place wet kiss on my lower back, nibbling at the skin, sure to leave a mark.

‘His girl’ the phrase fills my heart with joy.

Soon, I feel Warren slowly pushing into me. His hand reaches up, snaking gently around my throat as he pushes deeper and deeper into my sopping wet cunt. I let out the unholiest of sounds as he stretches me out.

“Fuck,” my voice comes out shaky and desperate as he begins to thrust into me.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, his grip on my throat tightening as he pounds into me. He slaps my ass, making me gasp loudly. He rubs his hand gently over the stinging skin. “This is mine,” he growls lowly, then he wraps his other hand around my torso, pulling me up to so that my back is flush against his chest as I rest my knees on the bed. This new angle allows him to hit even deeper inside of me, making me see stars. I lean my head back on his shoulder, my eyes rolling back in their sockets. He grabs my face and ducks his head down to pull me into an intense kiss. His tongue explores my mouth as he pounds my pussy into oblivion.

“You’re all mine,” he growls against my lips, his grip tightening on my throat a bit. My knees go so weak that his arms are the only thing holding me up, keeping our sweaty skin pressed together.

“Fuck Warren,” I pant out, barely audible. The rubber band that has been tightly winding in my stomach snaps, sending ecstasy to every cell of my body. My walls convulse around him while he continues to thrust into me mercilessly. “That’s my girl,” he groans lowly in my ear, reaching down to rub my clit to encourage my orgasm. I come completely undone around him, my body begins to shake as I scream out his name, the pleasure almost to much when he reaches his own release. He pumps me full of his cum, fucking it deep into me as I clench around him. His warm seed drips out of my cunt around his cock as he rides out his orgasm, surely leaving bruises underneath every fingertip gripping my neck. He finally slows down, pulling out of me before picking me up with shaky arms to lay me gently on the bed. I lay with my eyes closed trying to catch my breath, a sweaty puddle on the disheveled bed. Warren lays down beside me. “I’m sorry, was that too much?” he asks sincerely, placing a loving hand on my stomach. I open my eyes, turning to look at him.

“Are you kidding,” I giggle weakly. His worried expression quickly matches my own. “Warren that was amazing,” I crawl up to lay on his sweaty chest, his quick heartbeat is comforting as it rings through my ears.

“You can always tell me if I do something you don’t like,” he says honestly as he traces circles on my back, using his other hand to run his fingers through my hair.

“Warren Lipka, you know that you can do no wrong,” I giggle as I snuggle further into him. He laughs lightly, the room is filled with a comfortable silence.

“Hey, how ‘bout we get cleaned up and I take you to that new cafe that opened up in town?” He offers. I sit up to meet his gaze, he has a serious expression on his bruised face.

“What? Like… like a date?” I smile a bit sheepishly. He smiles right back.

“I’d sure like it to be,” he says hopefully. My grin stretches from ear to ear as I stand from the bed, tugging on his arm.

“Well, come on then. I don’t want to go on our first date with your cum dripping down my leg,” I laugh as I pull him into the bathroom.

“Hm, I don’t know. Sounds kinda hot to me,” he chuckles as he closes the bathroom door behind us, pulling me into a deep kiss before he turns the shower head on.

#evan peters #evan peters smut #ahs cult #ahs hotel #jimmy darling smut #kai anderson #kit walker smut #ahs asylum #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #warren lipka smut #warren lipka #kai anderson smut #kit walker x reader #evan peters x reader #peter maximoff smut #peter maximoff #tate langdon smut #tate langdon

[chaos0pikachu]

so I saw a post that was like “which NC were better kinnporsche or love in the air” and it made me think about sex scenes in BL/GL in general right, so like I know everyone jokes about kinnporsche being the “fuck nasty” show and like it is but it’s also closer to erotica than smut which is what love in the air leans more towards. now before ppl get all twitterpated and shit calm down i’m NOT saying lita is “bad” b/c it’s smutty. smut in general has a bad reputation b/c America is a puritanical society and most smut based romance media (like novels and film) are geared towards women but smut as a sub-genre of romance isn’t inherently a bad thing it’s just A Thing 

my point is there’s a scale when it comes to NC scenes that I’ve noticed especially in more recent years, you have shows that lean more towards erotica - sexually explicit, but also with a focus on sensuality and passion -  and other shows that are like, let’s go to pound town and have fun with it. Both are 100% valid, I don’t think either is “better” than the other they can coexist not everything is a competition

here’s a visual example of what I’m talking about: 

forgive how messy my bisexual graph is but on one end you have Kinnporsche which are on the extreme end of Erotica: there’s nudity, and clear explicit sexual activities happening but there’s also an emphasis on passion, sensuality and emotion. 

Take the infamous handjob scene in KP, yes they fucking nasty in Vegas bathroom rip Vegas taking those L’s but also there’s a focus on the line of Porsche’s waistline, there’s the close up of their faces as they find ecstasy, and the scene doesn’t end in climax but in an embrace with the camera lingering on their emotions. 

In comparison to something like, LITA where the sex is much more straightforward (but no less good or whatever! again this isn’t a competition!!! both work and both are valid) there’s not a LACK of passion in LITA it’s just presented in a more straightforward manner. 

You could argue that the real different between erotica and smut is how pretentious you wanna be and I implore y’all to argue that b/c I love seeing literary ppl get cranky lmaoooooo

Then you have shows like Big Dragon, contains nudity and the music etc it’s going for erotica - personally don’t think it fully accomplished that goal due to editing but it tried! - similarly Moonlight Chicken went for a more erotic and sensually route but kept it very, very tame so it leans more towards that middle section which is like, there’s the acknowledgement of sex happening but that’s kinda it. It’s acknowledged, Dean wants to bone Pharm, Pharm’s shy about it, they bone but it’s extremely non-explicit (which is ALSO fine again no competitions here) meanwhile on the other end of the scale you have shows that lean more towards smut, tharntype falls into this while it’s not nearly as explicit as Check Out or LITA it has That Vibe like if Mame was allowed and if MewGulf were down it probably would’ve been more explicit but overall it was just really horny. 

I forgot to add Cutie Pie into the mix to which I woulda put it probably between UWMA and Moonlight Chicken, it also goes for a more sensual route but keeps things extremely tame in terms of presentation. Like yeah there’s tongue kissing but the energy is pretty tame

anyways

#big dragon the series #kinnporsche #moonlight chicken #tharntype #love in the air series #lita the series #chaos pikachu speaks #this isn't a this is good this is bad take #I can't emphasize this enough b/c ppl always be reading into shit #it's a here are two different styles of sex in media #here's the different ways these things are explored in media #and that's interesting! #chaos pikachu metas

[munson-mayhem]

This is the Prologue to the story

This is part 1

And part 2

I’ve never tried to link anything before so If this doesn’t work out I’ll keep trying !

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Part 3

We all jolt and look around trying to find the source of the scream when all eyes focus on Ronal, she’s panting and clutching her baby bum and it all seems to click at once. Most of the group is frozen possibly in shock but I jump up ready to help I see Kiri and Tsireya jump up also. When we look at each other it’s me who speaks.

“Shit it’s the baby ! Kiri Tsireya go get the Marui ready. Tonowari can you carry her ?”

We’re all about to start running to help but Ronal grunts out a “No , we won’t have time the baby is coming now I trained you three for this you can do it.”

The three of us girls that were trained by her lock eyes and walk to each other we take each others hands and take a few deep breaths without thinking about it we all speak at once

“Get her into the water” and we break apart all going to complete different tasks.

I walk over to Ao’nung he’s stressed you can see it on his face so I take his face in my hands

“Be calm we will take good care of your mother we’ve been training for this. Trust me ok. I need your help though I need you to go get your mother’s birthing kit from the Marui.” I tell him while running my thumb across his face, I lightly brush his lower lip. He nods taking on a look of brave determination then he takes hold of my hand and kisses my palm and takes off running into the village. Kiri sends Jake and Neytiri to go inform the village and let them know that we would update them when there was news. And lastly Tsireya stayed by her mothers side helping her with breathing as Tonowari carried his mate into the water.

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Many hours had passed, we had long since sent everyone away at Ronal’s command including her mate the beach was filled with sounds of her struggles. We were all sure that the entire village could hear from the other side of the island. Tsireya focused on keeping her mother calm and directing her through breathing, Kiri focused on the spiritual aspects, and I delivered the babe.

The entire beach seemed to fall into a deafening silence for only a few seconds before I hear the babe in my arms start to cry.

Ronal looks up at me out of breath and very clearly exhausted.

“ Tsireya and Kiri will escort me to my family’s Marui and make final preparations for the little one to join us there. You dearest Y/N should take my new son to his father and tell the Clan all is well. “ she huffs out at us

We all nod and begin to move. The babe seems to quiet down as I walk with him. I cradle the baby boy into my arms and begin walking to the main part of the village where meetings are held, I can see the whole clan as I approach and they all turn to look at me as I walk to the middle where Tonowari and Ao’nung are standing, my family is off to the side. I stop in front of my clan leader and hold out his son to him he takes him happily and I begin to speak.

“The Tsahik is well she is recovering and the girls are helping Finnish up preparations for the babe at your Marui.”

The entire clan gathers around to sneak a peak of the new babe. In all the chaos Ao’nung moves to my side and discreetly takes my hand holding it in his and squeezes, I squeeze his hand back and smile without looking at him but I know he can see me at the angle he’s facing. Tonowari finishes up talking with the clan and makes his way over to us he smiles and hands Ao’nung his baby brother.

Ao’nung is silent for a few moments but a large grin breaks out on his face and he laughs

“He’s cute ……. But not as cute as me” he says while chuckling. Father and son laugh together and it takes a second but I giggle too and that soon turns into a full laugh with them.

When I finally stop laughing I look up and Ao’nung is staring at me and I turn away feeling my face heat up. Our attention is drawn to Tonowari when he asks

“Will you two care for him for an hour or two, I wish to see your mother and make sure she’s well rested.”

Before I can agree Ao’nung answers for us both

“Of course father we’d be happy to” as he says this he looks at me and we smile at each other.

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We’ve been walking around for only about 20 minutes when the baby starts to cry, Ao’nung tries a few different thing to get him to stop but nothing is really working. I walk in front of him and start leading him to the beach

“Follow me I have an idea” I tell him as we walk. Once we get to my hiding spot on the far side of the island I walk about until the water is about half way to my knee it’s warm and gentle. I make my way to where I see a few rocks so we can lean against them but before I can sit down I hear Ao’nungs voice

“ can you take the baby for a second I have an idea”

“Of course” I reply to him as I reach out to take the crying baby. When I have the baby securely in my arms Ao’nung walks to one of the bigger rocks and sits with his back leaning against the rocks his knees bent and open he smiles

“Sit here and lean your back on me the rocks hurt” he says as he invites me over

“O..ok” I mutter feeling my face warm once again.

It takes a little bit of coordinating between us but once I’m finally sitting I lean back and feel his warm chest on my back. His arms wrap around mine as we lower the baby into my lap so there’s just a little water on his back and legs. It doesn’t even take a full minute before he stopped crying. Ao’nung and I both sigh in relief and when I do I lay my head back onto his shoulder and look at the stars.

“My mother was from the stars she was a sky person in the Avatar program with Jake, my father was Tsu’tey he was supposed to mate with Neytiri before everything with Jake happened. In the final fight they rode together as brothers he died there and my mother she died giving birth to me. When I was born Neteyam was only a few months older than me so we practically got raised together always exploring or going on an adventure and when the others were born we started acting as their protectors. We had to stick together many excepted us as Na’vi but before Lo’ak was born there were a few who didn’t they would tell me I was a demon sky person like my mother and that’s why no one would ever love me, that that’s why everyone around me always dies. I had never believed it…… not until Neteyam died” I paused to take a breath before I spoke again “ that day that I kicked you in the face here on the beach it’s when I realized that I wanted to keep living to be happy again and and keep his memory alive by living” a few tears slid down my face as I turned my head to look at Ao’nung he was look at me too. I take a deep breath this time “there’s something I need to tell you” I hesitate for a split second but push on because I know if I don’t say this now I never will I look into his eyes and whisper “ I see you and I love you” the second I say it his lips are on mine.

We kiss for what seems like forever and at the same time not long enough but it comes to an abrupt end when we hear a giggle. Looking down we see his little brother staring at us and giggling. Laughing along with the baby Ao’nung moves his arms so his hand is resting just below my navel and leans forward to whisper in my ear.

“ we could have one of our own you know”

I can hear the smirk on his face as my own turns flushed and hot.

I jerk forward as he chuckles

“Ao’nung you Skxawng shut up ! Don’t joke about that” I scoff at him.

“I’m not joking” he answers with a grin.

#aonung #aonung x reader #avatar #avatar: way of the water #neteyam #avatar movie #avatar x reader #lo’ak #neteyam x reader #pandora #ao’nung #ao’nung x reader #tonowari #Ronal #jake sully #sully family #kiri #tuktirey #tsireya #tsu’tey #neytiri

[alwritey-aphrodite]

The Thanksgiving Episode

Chapter 11 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: everything will be fine… at some point. Also, I hope everyone who celebrates has a great thanksgiving, send my love to y’all

Unfortunately, your plans to stay locked up in your apartment forever are thwarted when you realize you have work, and that Rose is closing with you.

Most of your morning is spent trying to reassure yourself that Rose won’t hate you and there’s nothing to worry about. Still, your hands shake as you open up the back door and tie on your apron, preparing yourself for the worst.

“Hey!” Rose says when she enters the kitchen, a bright smile on her face. It takes you aback, but you recover quickly and grin at her in return.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” You exclaim as she hurries over to squeeze you into a quick hug. It probably hadn’t been more than a week, but you’d become so used to seeing her on a daily basis that even going a few days feels like you’ve been separated for eternity.

“I know!” The two of you make your way to the front of the shop, where the line is dwindling down as it gets closer to closing time. Even being with Rose for just a few seconds works wonders to calm you down; she could never truly hate you, especially not over something as silly as accidentally kissing a mutual friend.

It’s nice, being able to just chat and catch up with Rose as you work, the number of customers dwindling the closer you got to closing time, until you flipped the sign to ‘closed’ and it was only you and Rose inside the shop.

“Thanksgiving plans?” Rose asks, wiping down the counter as you sweep.

“No,” you start, continuing with your tasks, “I normally just hang out at home, start watching holiday movies.”

“Well, we - me and Rey and Finn and Poe - do this ‘friendsgiving’ type thing where we all just bring food and hang out, if you want to come over?”

Despite the way you feel your heart stutter and stop at the mention of his name, you can’t deny how nice that sounds, to spend a holiday with the little family you’d found. It sounded absolutely perfect, your mistake pushed to the back of your mind to make room for your excitement.

“That sounds really nice.”

“Perfect!” She grins, causing a smile to grow on your own face, “We’ll start planning soon, I’ll let you know when we have more details about what to bring and when to come and all that.”

Ever since you started college, the holidays have been a rough time for you, especially such a family-centric holiday like Thanksgiving. For years, you’d been spending it alone, trying to pretend like it’s just a normal day and that you don’t feel a twinge of jealousy when you’d see the pictures your friends post of happy families gathered around a dinner table on your feed.

But now, it seems like this year will be different. Instead of the typical dread you felt as November progressed, you felt a strange type of anticipation, of excitement, bubbling up in your gut. It reminds you of the way you used to feel about the holidays, back when everything felt magical and you waited desperately for the first snowfall.

You spend the day before Thanksgiving in a baking frenzy, movies and music playing as you prep and mix and bake and cool, and repeat over and over again. You’d volunteered to bring dessert, and you’d planned on just making a pumpkin pie but then you weren’t sure if everyone liked pumpkin pie so you decided to make a pecan pie too and then you decided you might as well make a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

And while that normally would have stressed you out, you find yourself more calm than you’ve been in a while. It’s wonderful, to zone out and focus on measuring the right amount of each ingredient, of switching your brain from baking mode to cleaning mode when one treat is in the oven, and then back to baking mode to start on your next dessert.

This is the way holidays should feel, you think: a whirlwind in the best way possible. You’re fueled by adrenaline, not anxiety. You knew that if you only show up with a pumpkin pie, no one would be upset, removing the pressure you’d feel otherwise to make each dessert absolutely perfect, allowing you to simply enjoy yourself.

Once your baking is complete, you take a long, hot shower before dressing in your coziest pajamas, resisting the urge to spend the rest of your night watching holiday movies. Instead, you watch a few reruns of your favorite feel-good TV show and head to bed, feeling exhausted and excited for the day to come.

You aren’t supposed to be meeting at Rey and Rose’s apartment until lunchtime, so you spend the morning slowly, enjoying a nice breakfast and taking the time to really take care of yourself. You package up the desserts and get yourself ready, spending a little extra time to mentally prepare yourself for seeing Poe.

In the weeks since the incident, you haven’t spoken to him at all, your dead flowers remain on your nightstand. You’d been too scared to talk to him and too scared to get rid of the flowers, and now you’re regretting it, you can practically feel the awkwardness already.

But you try your hardest to push those thoughts out of your mind, taking a few deep breaths and focusing back in on getting ready and just enjoying the holiday with your favorite people. Because even after what happened, what you did, Poe’s still one of your favorite people ever.

Surprising to no one, you’re the first to arrive at Rey and Rose’s, greeted by a very flustered Rose who’s convinced her mashed potatoes still aren’t quite right. You greet her with a shoulder bump, your arms laden down with desserts. You remind her that everything she makes is perfect, and shout out your greeting to Rey, who’s still getting the dining room set up.

Sometimes it amazes you, how the two of them work so well together. In so many aspects of life, they’re complete opposites. Rose is a planner, through and through, and Rey is a last minute, ‘go with the flow’ type of person. Rey thinks if you’re not early, you’re late, and Rose always shows up just on time.

Though, their opposition is what works best about their relationship: Rey sleeps on the left side and Rose on the right. Rose cooks, Rey does the dishes. They’re so in love with each other, and you know that those little differences are what make them so wonderful. All you hope for is that one day, you can have a relationship that works as smoothly as theirs.

Soon, Finn is entering the kitchen with his contributions to the meal, which is just a variety of alcohol that you assume was taken from The Resistance. As soon as his arms are free, he’s wrapping everyone into a hug, taking his time to give everyone a proper squeeze. Hugs used to make you uncomfortable, but now you know there’s nothing better than a hug from Finn, he always knows the perfect amount of pressure to apply, how long to keep you wrapped in his arms.

The four of you are crowded in the kitchen, just laughing and catching up as music plays softly from someone’s phone when Poe arrives, carrying what looks like twenty different containers. A friendly, loving argument breaks out, with Poe repeating “You just said ‘side dishes’! That's a vague term!” over and over while you and Finn look on and struggle to contain your laughter.

You’d almost forgotten about your mishap until Poe’s greeting everyone individually, and there’s a part of you that assumes he’ll just skip over you, give you a wave and ignore you the rest of the night. Instead, he comes over and tugs you into a one armed hug, planting a kiss on the top of your head. All of the tension leaves your body.

Soon, all of the food has been arranged at the table, and you and your friends are sitting down to eat. You’re overwhelmed with your feelings, overtaken by how much love you have for your friends. You’d spent so many holidays alone, being able to spend one with the people you loved most in the whole world seemed like a miracle.

Hours are spent at that dining room table, everyone eating and laughing and having a good time, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Eventually, the meal is replaced by your desserts, and your friends pile on the compliments, making you feel beyond cared for.

After you all help with the dishes, or at least try and help with the dishes before Rey shoos you all away, you arrange yourselves in the living room, spreading out across chairs and couches and the floor. The whole day, and the days leading up to it, have felt hectic and frantic, making this lounging even better.

Even though spending time with your friends like this is a regular occurrence, there’s just something extra special about it being a holiday, something that makes it extra wonderful to be with your favorite people.

Because of your late lunch, by the time dinner rolls around no one wants to move, too full to even think about getting up from your seats. Poe, though, heaves himself up off the couch with a groan.

“I’ve gotta go, my dad’ll be here in an hour or so.”

Everyone protests, shouting at him to stay even as he waves you all off and gathers up the containers he brought before pulling on his jacket and shoes. At this point, everyone mustered the energy to get up and say goodbye. You, though, try and linger, wanting to steal a few moments away for you to just talk with him, to make sure that everything is really ok, that your mishap has been forgiven and hopefully forgotten.

You end up cornering him in the entryway, after the rest of your friends returned to the living room.

“We’re good, right?” You ask, whispering so only Poe can hear.

“Of course we are,” he squeezes your hand for extra emphasis, “my dad’s gonna be in town for a few days, but we should meet up, catch up and hang out and everything.”

He sounds nervous, uncharacteristically so, but you just brush it off, ignore it as stress for the impending arrival of his dad, who you know he loves more than anything and most likely is trying to make his visit as perfect as possible.

“That sounds great,” you tell him, even though it actually sounds awful and you’re already feeling nervous, “have a good night.”

“You too,” he responds with one last squeeze to your hands, and then he’s out the door.

You take a minute to collect yourself, to stop yourself from thinking the worst about Poe’s odd behavior, and then head back out to the living room.

“What was that about?” Rose asks as you emerge from the front hall and seat yourself on the couch next to Finn.

“Oh, I just left something in Poe’s car last time I was with him, I wanted to see if he still had it.” Rey and Rose nod in understanding at your lie, but Finn isn’t so easy to convince.

Luckily, though, he doesn’t say anything beyond an “mhm” as you sit next to him on the couch.

For the next few hours, you stay in the comfortable atmosphere of Rose’s living room, filled with warmth from the drink in your hand and your friends around you. Eventually, you all call it a night, wonderfully full and feeling wonderfully happy, with exhaustion starting to creep in.

Finn gives you a ride home, and you laugh so hard you’re spending most of your time in the car crying and struggling to breathe. You’re not sure how Finn’s able to hold it together enough to drive. When he parks outside of your apartment, you have to spend a moment bracing yourself for the cold, after which you lean over to plant a friendly kiss on Finn’s cheek in lieu of a goodbye.

“At least you didn’t kiss me smack on the mouth,” he tells you as you pull away, and you can tell he’s fighting a smile as your mouth drops open in shock.

“That was uncalled for!” You exclaim, struggling to get words out through your laughter.

He laughs even harder, cackling as you smack him on the shoulder before shouting a goodbye as you race out of the car, running from the cold until you reach your building. You send Finn one more wave before you head up to your apartment.

It’s perfectly warm when you enter your front door, the lamp you left on casting the space in a golden light. You kick off your shoes and change into comfy clothes, settling in on the couch with a fluffy blanket. You feel happy in a way you haven’t before on a holiday, and you realize this is how things should be.

You shouldn’t have to spend holidays alone. You shouldn’t have to spend holidays agonizing over whether you should reach out to try and get together. You shouldn’t have to spend holidays wondering if your best friend hates you after a silly mistake.

Tonight, you feel none of those things.

You warm up the leftovers Rose pushed on you as you left, and turn on your favorite holiday movie, ready to get in the spirit now that Thanksgiving is over, feeling a weightlessness you haven’t felt on this day in ages.

A few hours later, when the world starts freezing over and snowflakes flutter past your windows, your phone buzzes with a message.

Plans tomorrow? We should talk soon

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drive

gk!harvey dent x wife!reader

note: i love writing these lmaooo

this one’s got a bit of angst, and the ending sorta sucks but whatevesss! the next one i wanna write is gonna me my interpretation of the two-face debocle, specifically when he actually becomes two-face (dc fans, y’all know what i mean 👀) bc i have a rlly fluffy and sad idea for it and now want nothing more then to write it. that’ll prolly be my last harvey imagine til i get more inspo from the next gotham knights episode. BUT! i also wanna start writing for other characters, mainly star wars and supernatural so if you have any ideas,pls message me!

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“okay, where are we going?”

“now if i told you, that would ruin the surprise!” you exclaimed, glancing at your husband in the passenger seat. 

he was currently blindfolded, a mixture of curiosity and content written in his expression. harvey dent used to hate surprises. the anticipation, not knowing if he would like it or not, the stress was unbearable.

until you came along.

harvey dent now loved surprises. 

they were never for birthdays, or any sort of special occasion, it was just out of the blue. he’d come home from work very late and you’d be waiting with a surprise dinner of all his favorites, or on his off days, you’d wake him up bright and early, shove him in the car and drive until you reached your secret destination. 

it was moments like these that harvey looked forward to the most. he never had anyone love him and treat him this way, and he was beyond grateful to have you. 

“are we almost there?”

“are you a child?”

harvey laughed at this, “well, we’ve been driving forever, and i’m starting to think that maybe this isn’t a surprise, but you’re actually taking me out here to murder me.”

you scoffed jokingly, “right and leave lincoln march as mayor, you’ve discovered my plan, guess i gotta kill you now.”

you both erupted into a fit of laughter, but it was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. “harv, could you-“

“i’m blind right now, darling.” 

“well, i guess you could take it off for a second, can you check my phone?“ you didn’t know who could be calling you, but it never hurt to check. 

harvey pulled the blindfold up, ruffling his hair in the process as he reached for your small purse, shuffling through the contents until he found the phone. his light eyes narrowed, causing anxiety to claw at you. 

“why is a psychiatrist calling you?”

shit. shit. shit. 

“oh, must be a wrong number.”

stupid. stupid. stupid.

“you have her number saved.” 

his voice was stern. not angry, not disappointed, but upset. you suddenly were aware that you knew exactly what was going on. 

“harvey-“

“you were calling about me, weren’t you?“ a sigh slipped past your lips, and he had his answer. 

“are you fucking kidding me?”

“harvey-“

“i told you, i’m fine! i’m just stressed!” he exclaimed, annoyance lacing his tone. “i thought you were fine too.” you said, trying to keep your temper at bay and keep your focus on the road.

“oh yeah, and what changed that?” 

subconsciously, your foot pressed down on the gas pedal, unease settling in your stomach, “the other day, you called me. and it was as though you were a completely different person.” you began, but was interrupted by harvey shouting, “watch out!!” your gaze turned back on the road and you realized you had drifted lanes. so you did what any sane person would do and pulled off road, slamming on the brakes until you came to a halted stop in a ditch. 

heavy breathes filled the air as you tried to recover from the rush of adrenaline. in that moment you were fearful that you’re last moments on earth were going to be in the middle of an argument with your husband.

thank God, He’d given you another day. 

the man recovered quicker than you did. harvey furrowed his brows, tilting his head slightly, “what are you talking about..?”

“exactly. and you told me that you had simply ‘zoned out’. harv, that’s never happened before. and i’m scared.”

“scared of me?” his voice was soft, and it almost broke you. “no. scared for you.” you corrected, your voice slightly breaking. 

“honey..”

he reached across the seat, taking your hand, “i’m gonna be okay. nothing’s gonna happen. but if it makes you feel better, i’ll go see the psychiatrist.”

you glanced at him, “you will?”

harvey nodded, “anything for you, my love.” 

a smile tugged at your lips, and everything seemed okay. 

“but can you promise me something?” 

“anything.”

a devilish smile appeared on his face as a gravelly voice spoke, “promise me that you’ll never speak another word of this. and if ya do, i’ll gut you like a fish.” 

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Learn Ya || Chapter 9

​Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Author Notes: SURPRISE SHAWTY. Shout out to everyone that lowkey bullied me into continuing this fic some three years later. I love y’all for that. I kept the same tag list as before so if you no longer wish to be tagged, just let me know.

Amaya felt like her whole world had come crashing down in a matter of seconds. 

She’d had her life planned out from the time that she was a young girl, and now all of those plans had gone astray. She could understand that her mother’s job was having financial issues and there needed to be cut backs as far as employees went. What she couldn’t understand was why her mother needed to be included in that. She sort of knew that she was being selfish about her true reasoning for caring that her mother lost her job, but she couldn’t help it. Her entire world had just been flipped on its head. 

She couldn’t afford school anymore. The financial aid she had been given didn’t cover the complete cost of her first year. Her mother was going to cover the difference so that Amaya didn’t have to worry about the financial strain of school and could solely focus on making sure she made the best grades that she could. She was even going to cut back on the hours she worked at the centre to give her all to her academics. 

That wasn’t the case anymore. 

She had to come up with the money in a very short amount of time and she had really only two options as far as she was concerned because deferring a year simply wasn’t going to work for her. 

She could either work more hours at the centre to get the money to pay the difference or she could take out student loans. Honestly, neither of them were stellar options, but she was heavily leaning towards the student loans. It would give her the money she needed right in that moment and she could deal with the fall out to her credit score and paying it back later in life. All she wanted to do was go to law school. How she did it really didn’t matter to her anymore. 

“Is everything alright, Amaya? You have been unusually quiet tonight?”

She looked up from the plate of food she had been toying around with the last few minutes, pushing around bits of mashed potatoes across the ceramic, and saw T’Challa looking at her. Concern was etched into his features, brows sitting low on his face and his full lips pulled down into a soft frown. 

She really should have canceled their date but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to do that. It had been a few weeks since she had last seen him and she knew he was a busy man. Though, she supposed canceling would’ve been better than going and being in a sour mood the entire night. 

“Yeah, everything is fine.” She did her best to put on the most convincing smile but the look that he gave her showed that it didn’t work in her favor. 

“I do not appreciate being lied to.” The frown was still etched on his face but his voice was soft, almost as if he didn’t want to scare her. 

Amaya pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and let out a small breath through her nose. She certainly hadn’t meant to lie to him but she wasn’t sure if they were at the stage where she could dump all of her issues onto him. Everything up until that point had been lighthearted and fun so it was hard to say if he truly even wanted to know. She allowed silence to settle between the two of them as she continued to push around food on her plate, lost in her thoughts. It might be good to talk to someone who could provide an outside prospect of things, and he might even have some sort of sage advice to give to her. 

“No, really everything is fine,” she had every intention of leaving it at that but the way he lifted one brow let her know that it wasn’t going to fly a second time. “My mother lost her job and now I’m trying to figure out how to pay for law school.”

She hadn’t really said those words out loud. Other people might have said them to her, Charlie or her brother, and she might have thought them on more than one occasion, but the words had never once left her mouth. Not even when her mother had sat her down and told her the whole truth. Saying the words out loud would only make the reality of her situation settle in, making it that much harder for her to try and deny the truth. She had hoped that if she simply just remained positive then maybe things would work themselves out, but with each passing day, she could see that a positive attitude wasn’t going to work and that very same attitude diminished and made way for a more negative one. 

When his hand moved across the table, she didn’t hesitate to slip her into his. Regardless of whatever mood she was in, her body sought out the physical comfort from him because there was something about his presence that had been nothing but soothing for her, even in the times he made her heart stutter in her chest. 

“How much is your balance?”

“A lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“$19,980. I gave them $20 so they would stop calling me for a few days but really I just think the lady felt bad for me when I started crying on the phone. Half of that needs to be paid by the end of next week.” Again, she had thought about her situation plenty of times but saying it out loud only made it that much more daunting for her. 

“I will take care of it.” His tone was so final as he squeezed her hand. 

“T’Challa, no. I can’t ask you to do that.” The very last thing she wanted him to think was that she had only told him in hopes that he would pay for it. 

“It is a good thing you are not asking and I am offering.”

“I mean I get that but I’m still saying no.”

“It is also a good thing I am not seeking your permission on this.”

Amaya rolled her eyes and kissed her teeth. “Now is not the time to be playing that little game where you need to have control over everything. This is serious and it’s too much money for you to pay and I can’t pay you back,”

“You will not need to pay me back. Consider it an early graduation gift if that will help you feel better about accepting the money.”

“I don’t need you to do that. I can figure something out.” She made a face and could start to feel herself get defensive. 

The logical part of her knew that he was only doing this out of the kindness of his heart and not because he thought she couldn’t do it on her own (which they both know that she couldn’t). But there was also some jaded part of her that felt like he was doing it because he expected something in return. Sex maybe. 

Of course there had been indications that the two of them were sexually attracted to each other, anyone on the outside looking in could see that, but he hadn’t given her any reason to believe that was the one and only thing that he was after. It was yet another thing she had to remind herself that set him apart from the men she had dealt with in the past. Particularly Rod. 

“Come here.” A frown had once again settled onto his face as she pulled her hand away from his. 

“You can’t just distract me with whatever you’re going to try and do.”

“Amaya,” her name was a rough warning on his tongue that she felt right between her thighs. What was wrong with her that him being even a little stern with her was making her wet? “Come here. I won’t tell you again.”

She watched as he pushed his chair away from the table a little bit. Any other time she would’ve pushed the boundaries a little bit more, trying to see just how much she was able to get away with, but she didn’t have the energy. She mirrored his actions and stood up from her own chair, rounding the table to stand in front of him. She wasn’t standing long before she found herself being pulled down into his lap. 

A shuddering breath left her lips when a large hand rested against the bit of thigh exposed by her dress. A distraction and damn if it wasn’t working. 

“Why is it so hard for you to accept my help?” She could barely think with the way his thumb traced back and forth across her skin. 

“Because I don’t want you thinking I told you so you would help me.”

“If you are going to be someone in my life then you should expect to be taken care of in all aspects of your life, Amaya.” She had to admit that he did have a way with words but she could tell that he wasn’t just saying them for show. He meant them. 

“I don’t think I know how to let people do things like this for me.” Amaya prided herself on being an independent woman. Of course, her mother and her family were there if and when she needed to help but no one outside of that circle really did anything to take care of her. 

“I can teach you.”

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The rest of the dinner had placed Amaya in much better spirits and a lot of that was due in part to T’Challa keeping her in his lap with an arm wrapped around her waist as he held her close. The two of them fell back into their usual back and forth banter with ease. It was nice to not have to worry about whether or not she was going to be able to attend school or not. 

She had never been so grateful to be called into work on a random Tuesday morning. Without that, she would’ve never met him and she would currently be shit out luck, probably forced to drop out of school because Rod certainly didn’t have an odd $20,000 laying around to help her out. 

She still hadn’t agreed to let him pay for her first year but she also wasn’t fighting him on it either. She would sleep on it for a few days, telling him she would give him an answer in a few days time. He had been reluctant but he agreed, albeit begrudgingly. 

The night was coming to a close and she felt an almost loss at knowing that he would be leaving in the morning and hadn’t really given her a time frame on when he would be back. 

Her key twisted in the lock of her front door but she didn’t open it. Instead, she cleared her throat and mustered up all of her courage, putting on her proverbial big girl panties as she turned to look at him. “Did you want to…I don’t know like come in or something?”

Even in trying to make it sound like no big deal, her voice cracked. 

“I would love to but I do fly out early tomorrow morning.” She was happy that he sounded sad about the fact but she had no intention of letting up. 

“I know I know. It’s just Charlie isn’t home and I really don’t wanna be home alone, Sir.” She rocked back and forth from one foot to the other, looking up at him with what she could only hope was a look of helplessness. 

T’Challa made a soft sound like a hum as he hooked his finger underneath her chin. “You call me that and think I’m just supposed to give in to you whatever you want.”

“I do.”

“I could tell you no right now. Don’t forget that, Amaya.” Despite the half grin forming on his lips, he gripped her chin a little tighter. 

“I know you could, but do you wanna know what I think?” His fingers left her chin in order for his hand to cup the side of her face. Her body wasted no time leaning into his touch. 

“Enlighten me, beautiful.”

“I think you don’t want to say no. I think you want to come in as much as I want you to come in. You just wanna play hard to get.” She reached behind her and opened her front door. 

“I’m playing hard to get?” He chuckled softly as his brows lifted. 

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “You definitely are and you need to cut it out before it gets you in trouble.”

She took one step back and then another, finding that he was following her back into her apartment. The way kept his eyes on her as he pulled her keys from the door and kicked it closed before flipping the lock, had her chewing on the inside of her cheek. She found that she loved having his attention solely on her. 

“You and your mouth.” His thumb ran across her bottom lip and it took every ounce of strength that she had to resist the urge to pull the digit into her mouth. “Always pushing your limits.”

“You like it or else you would’ve made it so I couldn’t sit down for a week by now.”

“The night is still young.”

Taking his hand from the side of her face, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist to guide him to her bedroom. The voice in the back of head was telling her that she needed to get herself under control.  She hadn’t invited him up because she wanted to jump his bones. She really had invited him because she didn’t want to be alone for the night, and she wanted to spend what little time she did have left with him. 

When she pushed open the door to her bedroom, she was grateful that she had cleaned up some before she left. Any other time, her room would have been in shambles with clothes and shoes thrown all over the place in her attempt to find something suitable to wear. Instead, it was just the small desk in the corner of her room that was a mess with books and papers haphazardly thrown across the top, and her bed that she had forgotten to make. 

Her room was small and his large presence made it seem that much smaller. 

“I’m gonna get changed but could you unzip my dress for me?” She could easily reach the zipper herself but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun. When she turned and pulled her braids over her shoulder, she felt his presence behind her. 

T’Challa said nothing as one hand ghosted up her arm and the other wrapped around the small zipper and pulled it down slowly. Amaya swore her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest and it didn’t get any better when she felt his lips trail along the skin of her shoulder. She inhaled sharply. His fingers pushed down the thin straps of her dress and her hands instinctively came up to hold the dress in place before it hit the ground. 

She talked a big game and had no problem teasing him but she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to drop her dress and stand in front of him in just a pair of panties just yet. 

When his lips pressed the shell of her ear, her eyes fluttered and she let out a small sound despite her best efforts to remain calm. It had been far too long since someone had touched her, played with her body until her mind went fuzzy and she couldn’t think, and it showed. 

“Go change before I forget that I would like to be a gentleman tonight.”

She wondered what might happen if she told him she didn’t want him to be a gentleman, but something was telling her that she wasn’t quite ready for that. T’Challa seemed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing with far more years of experience than she had. She didn’t want to write a check that her ass couldn’t cash.

“Right,” she nodded her head and stepped away from him. 

She practically scurried out of the room with her pajamas in hand. She knew if she had stayed in her bedroom for one second longer, she would have easily given in to the x rated thoughts that had been swarming in her head. The magnetic pull that man had over her body was insane. Scary. Thrilling. And more than just a little erotic. 

She had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in her life. It was to the point that if he asked, she would be hard pressed to say no, but she truly did what to take things slow with him. She wanted to be sure that they had something that went beyond just the very apparent physical connection and attraction. 

And she didn’t want him to think she was a whore. 

Amaya used her night time routine as a means to distract herself, probably taking far longer than she needed to, but she needed to give her body all the time that it needed to cool down. By the time she had gone through the steps, her body was still on edge but only just barely. She was sure she would be able to keep her hormones in check. 

Or so she had thought before she stepped back into her bedroom to see T’Challa sitting up against her pillows with her civil procedures book in his hand. It would have been fine for her, nothing she wouldn’t have been able to handle if he hadn’t stripped down to his boxer briefs and nothing else. . 

This man was going to be the death of her. 

“You just made yourself right at home I see.” She gave him a pointed look before she shoved her clothes into her hamper. She just needed to distract and deflect so nothing got out of hand. 

“Well, you can only leave a man to his own devices for so long before he starts to get bored.” The smirk he gave her when he looked up from the book had her grinning back at him like an idiot. 

“I see that.” She rolled her eyes as she walked over to him and pulled the book from his hands. “I don’t think this is how you want to cure your boredom though.”

“Do you have any suggestions then?”

“I have a few, but you have to leave so early in the morning and I would hate to keep you up all night, y’know?” She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling as he laughed. 

She dropped the book back off on her desk before she flopped down on her back onto her bed. 

“Lay down before your mouth lands you into some trouble you can’t handle, Amaya.” He shook his head. 

She had no doubt that she would find herself getting into some trouble at some point with him but tonight wasn’t going to be the night for that. Crawling into bed, she laid on her side with a hand curled underneath her chin so she could face him. He wasted no time in mirroring her actions minus the hand under his chin. 

“Do you know when you might be able to come back?”

“Unfortunately, no I don’t. There are quite a few things back home that I will need to take care of before I can get away again.” His hand reached out and his thumb moved along her cheek. 

She figured that he was a busy man but she’d had a sliver of hope that he would be back sooner rather than later. It was getting harder and harder each time to only have an afternoon or a few hours a night with him at a time before he disappeared for an extended period of times. Phone calls could only do so much. 

She really did like having him around. 

“Don’t look so sad,” she wasn’t aware that she had started to frown until he pointed it out. “I’ll still make sure to call you every day.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it is nice hearing from you every day but actually seeing you more often would be even better.” She shrugged her shoulders and toyed with the ring that hung from the chain around his neck. When she looked up there was something of a smug smile on his lips. “What?”

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you had a thing for me.”

“You’re alright I guess.” She rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Oh I’m just alright? I guess I should go somewhere where I will be appreciated then.” He started to roll over to get out of bed before she caught his arm. 

She pressed her body into his and buried her face into his chest, inhaling his scent gently. “Don’t go.”

His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close, as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. 

“I’m right here, baby girl.”

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[lllostgirlll]

Alright. Here we go. I feel silly posting this. It’s my first ever fanfic. based off of a dream i had. if this goes well i’ll work on/post my other one.

Aethelwold x Reader

(could be read as platonic or romantic)

I could feel it coming fast, my chest tightened, my breathing quickened, my hands became clammy. The room was becoming smaller with each step I took towards the door, threatening to squeeze the breath from my lungs. ‘You’re safe. You’re fine. There is no immediate danger. Danger. Danger. DANGER.’ I tried to focus on something, anything. I hadn’t even realized that I had made it outside until a frigid breeze hit my face. I curled up against a wall in the courtyard, silently praying that no one could see nor hear the ragged breaths that escaped my throat. “Y/n?” Someone called out to me. “Y/n? Can you hear me?” It sounded so far away I could barely make it out. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying but failing to stop the tears from pouring over my cheeks. I nodded slightly. Would this person even be able to tell that I nodded? Was it indistinguishable from the convulsions that took over my body? Oh God, I’m so embarrassed I look like a fool I- “Y/n please, try to open your eyes. You’re safe here.” A small noise as they shifted, a shadow blocking out the glare of the sun. I still couldn’t breathe, but I pried my eyes open to see who was wasting their time with someone like me… Aethelwold? “Can you hear me?” He repeated. I nodded again, shaking slightly but not as bad as before. What was he doing? Why is he crouched in front of me, looking genuinely concerned? “Y/n I need you to focus. That’s it. Can I touch you?” I nodded a third time. What am I thinking? I felt his hand gently come to rest on my back. It was so warm, so…kind. I could feel my breathing ever so slightly slow down. All I could do was stare at him, dozens of new thoughts flooding my head. ‘What is he doing? Why isn’t he at a brothel? Or drunk and stumbling around the streets of Wessex? Why isn’t he off pestering Uhtred or King Alfred? Have his eyes always been that bright? Has he always been this pleasant to look at?’ “Are you coming back to me now? Can you name me three things you see? Focus Y/n.” He gently prodded. “I-l s-see the f-flowers.” My voice came out soft but scratchy. He gestured for me to continue. “And the pillars, And-“ I felt his hand rub soothing circles on my back, “And Y-you.” I gulped. “Good Y/n! Very good!” He smiled. It was different. It wasn’t a smirk, or the expression he often wore after pestering everyone around him until they snapped. No. It was a smile. As I looked up at him, almost catatonic, the sun seemed to dim around him. I felt my face heat up. “I know I’m the most attractive man in Wessex, but staring is rude Y/n.” There was that smart-ass comment I was waiting for, accompanied by a childish grin. “Can you stand?” He asked. “I think so.” I murmured softly, trying to put together what led me to this point. He gripped my hands tightly, but no less gently and pulled me to my feet. I swayed slightly, tripping over my own feet. I felt his hands fall to my waist to steady me. I looked at our feet. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I was too embarrassed, but no longer panicked. I couldn’t even remember why I panicked. “Y/n? Y/n?” Aethelwold tried to get me to look at him but I couldn’t. A second later I felt his hand under my chin, pulling my gaze to meet his. “All better?” “…Yes.” “Good!” He let go, slapping me on the back. “Because you are going to buy us some ale!” He started briskly walking away. I stood there, dumbfounded. “Well? Don’t just stand there! I may very well have just saved your life! You owe me!” okay…how bad was it lmao? i’m just tagging y’all for fun, don’t feel obligated to re-blog or anything @errruvande @solinarimoon @pupzbitez @justasightseer @morosemagick @persephones-journey @silentsihtric @kingslionheart there’s probably more, if i forgot you just let me know 😊❤️

#i’m going to regret this #lol #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk fandom #the last kingdom fandom #tlk x reader #the last kingdom x reader #my writing

[onlynatureknows]

Y’all Eating Pinecones? - For my Plant Based Girlies

But no fr, y’all eating pinecones yes or no

So, I made a facebook when i was about 11 (ik illegal) so i could post super cool pictures in my brother’s snapback caps. I think facebook had seen about 5 logins from me since then. Recently, I have been trying to use facebook more as a social network building tool & I have joined quite a few groups. While scrolling through one of the facebook groups last night, just before bed, i saw a post about “cinnamon pinecones.” I said heyooooooo! Cinnamon. Pinecones. It was a photo of pinecones that were boiled in water with cinnamon and perhaps other spices ( i didnt dig deeper into the ingredients as the photo was enough to awaken the African aunty in me). & All the comments were very serious and educational about the benefits of eating pinecones. Still to now now - i say heyoooooo! This be plant based life? Come now to eat common pinecone? Hey!

Okay, let me stop joking. Like i said, the comments on this post were very serious and educational. I am well aware of the medicinal benefits of pine needles and other parts of the pine tree when taken as tea. I just never knew the actual pine cone was edible. I guess its similar to how people eat artichoke? I have also never eaten an artichoke, but i can imagine its pretty close to eating a pine cone. I think. Is the pine cone crunchy? Maybe it becomes soft when boiled. Does it have a woody flavor? If I ever discover an African pinecone, Ill have to try it… with cinnamon.

Being plant based, yes plant based not vegan, has been an interesting journey for me. Coming from a West African background, I do have a certain palette. I like nice food, food with seasonings, food that hydrates me. I absolutely cannot do dry & bland. I’d rather not eat. I have no quarrel with the plant based lifestyle except when it comes to the seasoning & texture of food. Being plant based for me cannot and does not mean bland food. Even raw food can be made delicious! But maybe I am too worried about deliciousness.

I say all this to say - I am still healing my relationship with food. Being plant based & experiencing different native cultures in Africa is purifying my perspectives. Indigenous food is often not very flavorful, and would not get a stamp of deliciousness approval from the West African Aunties. Plant based native food is mineral desnse & often bitter. Again, deliciousness is not a factor. But - God is the chef so who am I to judge? It makes me think again how confused us humans are. The natural food provided by the Most High, designed for our bodies, nutrition packed, and filled w/ information from the Earth, is not enough. We think we are smarter than the creator, so we create our own “food.” Its hilariously sad.

Seeing the pinecone post made me realize, I still hold certain food prejudices. Yes, food prejudice is real. I most definitely looked at those cinnamon pinecones and thought, “That has to be some white people food.” Smh. That “white people food” is actually very nutritional, medicinal, and healing. More nutritional than my pounded yam and peanut stew. And this is exactly why us “Black people” have health issues. You know what they say, eat to live! So I must judge myself - I need to consciously work through these food prejudices, worry less about flavor, and focus more on value. Our food must be valuable, our food must be an offering to our vessels, the intake of food must be intentional & almost ceremonial. Fine, no peanut stew, I’m working on it. But, for now I have to ask:

#plantbased #vegan #vegan humor #african #black culture #foodie

[ohjustkreat]

Closing the Distance

A Shuri x Riri Fanfic

Summary: The war in her homeland of Wakanda has ended, but the war Shuri fights inside is still on going. Can a new friend help her heal?

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Chapter 4

Shuri woke up to her head on Riri’s lap, the other woman still fast asleep. Carefully she lifted her head as not to wake her. She sat on the edge of the couch and took a moment to fully wake up. She stretched her arms and gave a long, deep yawn. Even after her nap, she was still tired. It was her guess the exhaustion was beginning to catch up. Although it had only been a day, she was thankful not to be haunted in her sleep. Reaching into the pocket of her sweatpants, she pulled out her phone to check the time: 2:44. Hm, they had been asleep way longer than Shuri expected. She made a mental note to wake Riri soon. Yes she thought Riri was brillant, but she still didn’t need to miss class. Unlocking the screen, she saw a picture of her brother and mom. She ran her fingers across the screen. As if the picture would disappear at any moment, unexpectedly like they had. Trying not to get caught in the moment, Shuri sent a quick message to Ayo just to check in and ensure the pair that she was safe. Deciding she should probably wake the other woman now, she gave Riri a nudge. After that failed, she proceeded to shake her. “Hmmm, y’all really have a thing for waking people up out of there sleep, huh?” Riri groggily let out, her eyes still closed. Rubbing them, Riri finally opened her eyes to meet Shuri’s brown ones. Riri thought she already looked better than when she got here yesterday. She could tell there was a lot on Shuri’s mind, but she didn’t want to pride. She knew how stubborn Shuri could be and would wait until she wanted to talk. “Hmmm, what time is it?”

“Hmm, I just checked, it should be about 2:50 now.” Shuri answered

“Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m gonna be late!” Riri said as she jumped up, her eyes wide.

“My class is in ten minutes”. She continued.

“Oof, If I would have known I would have set an alarm. Sorry…” Shuri offered.

“No it’s fine. I have one set it just didn’t go off.” Riri shouted. At this point she was frantically running around the small dorm gathering her miscellaneous items. In the midst of the chaos she threw on a hoodie

Before she ran out the door, Riri suddenly remembered the other woman would be there alone. “Hey, you know where’s the food at. You can eat and watch whatever. Just don’t eat all my snacks and go through my shit!” Riri said as she turned to go out the door.

“See you in a couple hours . Later.” She continued closing the door.

“See ya later.” Shuri said, watching the other woman leave.

Shuri wasn’t sure what to do to bide her time. Not wanting to focus on work, Shuri decided she would make dinner for the two. She grabbed her phone and turned on some music. Soon, the sound of John Coltrane’s sax started to fill the room with Duke Ellington accompanying him. Shuri sauntered around the room, grabbing different items she would combine. Riri’s pantry and cabinets were scarce for food but that didn’t discourage Shuri. She had decided on something simple, pasta. Recently, she had been eating dinner alone and mostly in her lab. Well, when she did eat. Most days she worked through her hunger. Shuri could admit she was excited to have dinner with her friend. She more than enjoyed her company. To Shuri, Riri was brillant, but she also had a calm and funny side.She could tell that Riri had many layers.She always found herself intrigued by the depth of her friend. And for that Shuri was thankful, because it bought her an unprecedented amount of comfort. Finding someone outside of her kingdom that understood her mind was something Shuri never expected.

The scent of butter, garlic, and dried herbs started to enter her nose, snapping Shuri out of her thoughts. She turned the stove down, so she didnt ruin the meal she was carefully preparing. Stepping away from the stove, she grabbed the heavy cream and parmesan. Pouring them into the butter mix, she begain stirring slowly until everything was evenly combined. She turned the stove down on low and turned on another large pot of water. After the water began boiling, she added the noodles. After a few minutes the pasta was done. She checked her phone for the time and saw that it was 4:58. She knew Riri would be home soon. Shuri plated their pasta and set the table. Just as she was grabbing something to drink, Riri came through the door.

“Shuri?” She called out. She heard music coming out of the small kitchen. Heading that way, Riri was met with the aroma of food. At that instant her stomach began growling. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was. Class worked up an appetite apparently. Before here, she saw Shuri swaying to the song playing while setting the table.

“Hey there you are.” Riri stated as she walked in the kitchen.

“You do know you didn’t have to cook? We could have went out and grabbed something.” She continued.

“Well yea, but I figured you’d be tired from class. But you’re welcome.” Shuri said jokingly.

“Hahah, no complaints here but thank you. This really was sweet of you.” Riri continued taking her place at the table.

Shuri sat down opposite of her.

“So, I was thinking we could go over the plans a little tonight. And then-“ Riri paused, hesitant to ask what was really on her mind.

“Maybe, we could go out— to a party?”Riri finished.

Shuri stopped eating. Suddenly her mouth felt drier than the desserts of Wakanda. She didn’t know why. Of course she wanted to go, she would never turn down a good party. But she also had never been around that many people her age who weren’t her subjects.

“Uh, Earth to Shuri. A no would have been fine.” Riri said annoyling, while trying to get the other woman’s attention.

“What, oh, uh, of course I would love to go. It’s just I’ve never been to a - uhm- college party” Shuri said, staring down at her lap slightly embarrassed.

“AHHAHSHAHAHAHH! You’re kidding-,” Riri stopped herself after she caught how embarrassed the Shuri looked.

“Hey, I was just kidding. Besides I’d be honored to be your first college party date.” Riri continued while putting her hands over her heart. This was her attempt to lighten the mood.

Shuri looked up, flipped the other woman off and went back to eating.

“So what time is this soirée?” Shuri asked.

Riri gave a light laugh. “Okay, so we’re gonna jump over the fact you just called it a soirée. And the party-“ Riri said, making sure to emphasize the last word, “starts around 10. So, that gives us a couple of hours to work then get ready. “ Riri finished.

Shuri took a sip of her water. She looked over at Riri basically shoveling the food down her throat. “The food’s not going anywhere , ya know.” Shuri said.

“Haha, but if I knew you were this good of a cook I would have stayed in Wakanda.” Riri replied as she scraped the last of the pasta off her plate.

“So how was class?” Shuri offered hoping to change the subject of her homeland.

“Eh, it was alright. If attendance wasn’t 50% of the grade, I wouldn’t even be there.” Riri replied.

After they both finished their meal, Riri got up and cleared the table. Since Shuri had cooked, Riri would clean up.

Riri quickly washed the few dishes and wiped down the kitchen surfaces. Shuri sent a quick text to Ayo and Aneka checking in with pair. She noted she would have to ask Riri to take her to the hotel to get some clothes for the party. It was times like these she was thankful she over packed. Shuri then got out the blueprints from her bag. She rolled them out on the table, looking over them, making sure every detail was correct. While it was still early in the development process, Shuri was intentional and precise with every step of the project. Riri came and joined her a short time after. They went over the plans with Riri adding her critiques about the mechanism. After they were convinced the plans had been perfected they cleaned up their work ready. Now, it was time to party.

“Hey, do you think you could take me to the hotel. I need to grab some clothes.” Shuri asked before she forgot again.

“Yea, of course. Now you can finally see how your project car drives.” Riri replied.

Riri grabbed her keys and the pair headed out the door to the parking garage.

The walk there was short and familiar. Their feet shuffled through leaves since autumn was making her way in. The sun had already started to set due to the days getting shorter. Finally arriving at the steps of the parking garage, Riri took the lead and Shuri followed closely behind. After reaching the top, Riri made her way to the farthest corner of the area.

‘Of course she would park this far out.’ Shuri thought as she made her way to the vehicle. She could see Riri had taken well care of it. The setting sun illuminated the car, giving it a golden aura. It wasn’t shining, it radiated. ‘Just like her.’ Shuri thought.

“After you.” Riri said with a half goofy smile as she held the door open for Shuri.

“Ah, chivalry isn’t dead.” Shuri joked back.

“Nah, I just don’t need you slamming my shit.” Riri said with a laugh.

Riri made her way around to the driver’s side, but before she could open the door Shuri had opened it from the inside.

“Ha, now we’re even” Shuri said as she stuck her tongue out.

“Cute. Now where to?” Riri said as she started the car and the vehicle roared to life. Shuri responded by putting the address into the navigation system she added to the car when she remodeled it. They put on their seatbelts and Riri began to drive towards their destination. Riri was glad the streets were almost empty. The night crowd wasn’t out yet, leaving the streets bare and inviting. It was intimate almost. Music hummed lowly through the speakers. Riri wasn’t sure what song was playing, but she could tell Shuri knew it. Glancing over she saw Shuri humming and looking out the window. For the first time, Riri really saw Shuri. In this moment she could tell the zoned out woman was totally vulnerable. Riri was grateful for Shuri’s ability to be vulnerable with her. Even if it went unspoken. From her quick look, Riri could see all the pain and other hidden emotions Shuri tried to hide. As if everything unsaid was on the brink of pouring out.

“Your destination is on the right.” The navigation said jolting both women from their thoughts. Riri pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. Shuri wasn’t sure why but the air between them felt heavier. She put that thought in the back of her mind and got out of the car.

Ayo had sent the hotel and room information to Shuri earlier when she checked in. Of course Shuri had a room to herself. Shuri headed to the elevator and Riri followed. They were on the top floor suite according to the email Ayo had sent. They finally made their way out of the elevator and walked until they came to a door at the end of the hallway. Shuri pulled out her phone since she had already activated the wireless key card and did not need a physical one. Quickly holding her phone up to the reader, the red light flashed from red to green and the door unlocked with a light click. As Shuri opened the door she was met with an open living room. Hardwood floors covered the entire suite as far as she could see. A large couch sat along the far wall and was accompanied by two matching chairs on either side. Riri soon followed behind her and was almost taken aback by how large the suit was. It was bigger than her dorm. She wasn’t expecting this from the way it looked from outside the elevator. Riri looked over from her spot in the entry and found Shuri already in the main room. She could see the woman unpacking the rest of her luggage. Riri assumed Ayo and Aneka had taken the liberty of bringing the luggage up when they first arrived. Riri sat down on the couch, trying to think of what she would be wearing. In the room, Shuri was trying to figure out the perfect thing to wear. Usually it wasn’t this hard to choose, but she had the unusual urge to look just right. She decided on a mid-rise crop too and black jogger type pants. She completed her look with a gold chain and matching bracelets. She put in diamond stud earrings, sprayed on her favorite scent of sandalwood and put on some black sneakers. Giving herself one last look over, Shuri headed into the living room. She saw Riri scrolling on her phone.

“Ahem, you ready to go?” Shuri said clearing her throat to let the other girl know she had entered the room.

Riri looked up at stuttered “uh-uhm, yea.” ‘Damn she looks good’ Riri thought to herself.

Shuri gave her a look “You feeling okay?”

“Yea just tired I guess.” Riri answered as she got up. She didn’t know what came over her. The moment she saw Shuri something lit up inside her. She was finding that the simple things the other woman did always left her with an unexpected feeling. Riri pulled herself out of her thoughts and followed Shuri out the door.

They eventually made their way back to the parked car. The ride back to campus was brief with Riri strealing glances at Shuri when she wasn’t looking. Something about her captivated Riri. They got back to the dorm and Riri excused herself to go get dressed. Riri, inspired by Shuri’s look, decided on a shoulderless black croptop and black high wasited faux leather leggings. Instead of her usual sneakers she opted for a pair of black strapped heels. She put in some gold hoop earrings and a gold necklace with a ‘R’ pendant. Once she was satisfied she sprayed on her favorite perfume and grabbed her black hand bag. She stepped into the living room. She saw Riri watching some show on the T.V.

Shuri, feeling as if she was being watched, looked up from the couch and almost choked on her own breath. Riri looked amazing. Hoping she didn’t catch her staring, Shuri broke the silence.

“You ready to go?” Shuri asked, trying to keep from staring at the student in front of her.

“Yea. I hope I didn’t take too long.”

“No, not at all. Let’s go.”

And with that the pair was out the door.

Both women were excited for the night ahead of them.

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Notes: Hi guys! Again I’m incredibly thankful for all the feedback! I’ll be updating tomorrow/Tuesday. If you want to read the story in one part and just not have to search for post I have uploaded the story to wattpad! Thanks, agains and as always I hope you enjoy!

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#black panther #shuri x riri #shuri fanfiction #closing the distance #letitia wright #shuriri #wakanda forever #princess shuri

[xanthippe74]

Three fics tag game

I was tagged by the incomparable @lqtraintracks to share my most popular fic plus two hidden gems. Check out her three fics here!

Most popular fic: Vortex (Drarry, rated T, 20K, soulmate AU)

This fic is almost three years old now, and I’m thrilled that people are still reading and commenting on it. I’m not sure what magic fandom nerve it touched, but y’all seem to like angsty soulmate fics with a side of social justice, so thank you! There’s also a sequel, Riptide, that picks up right where Vortex leaves off.

Summary: The idea of perfectly-matched soulmates feels more like a curse than a blessing to Draco. Who would want a soulmate who was a schoolyard bully, a Death Eater, and a convicted felon? Certainly not Harry Potter. And Draco is determined to take this secret to the grave.

Excerpt:

When his lungs are burning from the cold, Draco sits on a bench to catch his breath. This encounter with Potter is different than their previous ones over the past few years. There was no reason for Draco to go to the Islington Waterstones tonight instead of the larger store on Tottenham Court Road. There was no reason for Potter to go there at all. And yet they were both drawn there, like two ships pulled into a maelstrom.

Draco shivers, despite feeling hot beneath his wool coat. He feels out of control, and it’s not dissimilar to the way he felt after his father’s first arrest and Voldemort’s occupation of the Manor. He feels the same urge to hide, the same sense of imminent catastrophe. Draco stands and begins to walk, more slowly now, toward Knockturn Alley.

If he and Potter are both caught up in the same whirlpool, it’s only a matter of time until they collide. And Draco has no doubt that he’s the one who will sink to the bottom.

Hidden Gems:

I don’t know if I’d call either of these “hidden,” since they were both written for Wireless Fest in 2020 and 2022, respectively. I chose these two fics because poured my whole heart into them and I’d be delighted if anyone decides to check them out!

1) Follow the Water (Drarry, rated T, 38K, summertime romance and friendship)

Summary: Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends. Maybe a summer outdoors is just what a former hero needs to bring some zest back into his life.

Excerpt:

The broth looks rich and tomato-based, but the first sip from his spoon has Harry reaching hastily for his water glass. He has no idea what the flavour is—sour and spicy at the same time, with a surprising aftertaste that could possibly be cinnamon. He continues eating with determination, finding that he can manage it if he gets a higher ratio of vegetables to broth.

“The soup is delicious, Luna,” Parkinson says. She meets Harry’s eyes after she speaks.

“Yes, it is,” he chimes in. “Very… flavourful.”

Parkinson makes what Harry thinks is a hum of approval. He looks across the table to see Goyle and Malfoy soldiering through their bowls with a focus worthy of NEWT-level Potions. Malfoy dabs his eyes with his napkin between bites, while Goyle’s cheeks are even redder than when he was working outside. Harry feels a strange solidarity with them as fellow devotees of Luna. It’s yet another testament to her gentle, wise spirit that she can bring together such an unlikely group of people.

2) I Won’t Let You Fall Apart (Drarry, rated M, 49K, angst, permanent loss of magic, and politics)

Summary: Harry has spent the year after the war staying out of the public eye, dodging political battles, and standing firm against pressure from his friends. But he has a secret plan to get away from it all. He just needs to testify at one more Death Eater trial: Draco Malfoy’s. Little does Harry know what his act of compassion will cost him—and Malfoy.

Excerpt:

Malfoy doesn’t say anything when Harry sets a mug on the dining table, but he picks up the paper tag at the end of the tea bag string with unmistakable disapproval. Next he wrinkles up his nose when he bites into the toast. It’s not Harry’s fault that toast gets cold in about thirty seconds without a Warming Charm. It won’t kill you, he wants to snap, but then Malfoy methodically works his way through both slices, eyes fixed on his plate. His tea sits untouched.

Instead of scolding him, Harry says, “Look, I know everything’s different, but you’re going to have to get used to it. If you don’t want the tea, at least drink some water so you don’t get dehydrated.”

“What’s the point?” Malfoy asks, leaning back and closing his eyes. “What’s the fucking point?”

“The point is to not die, idiot.”

“It doesn’t matter, now the Ministry has broken me.”

Harry’s not sure how to argue with that, not when he can still feel the raw place inside him where his magic used to be. Well, even if the Ministry has fucked them up (and fucked them over), Harry won’t let Malfoy give up so easily—or waste away in Harry’s flat. Wallowing in self-pity won’t help either of them.

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Tagging the wonderful @ladderofyears. @nv-md, and @april-thelightfury115 if they want to join the fun.

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[hellfirehaley]

Strange Love: Chapter Two

AN: Thank you so much for all the love I received last week on chapter one. I tried to punch this out as quickly as possible for yall because I have so many ideas for this story. I just got Halloween costumes finalized for chapter 7 so I hope y’all are ready for that. Please let me know what you think about the story or what your favorite part is or what line really hit you. My inbox is ALWAYS open and if you wanna be on the taglist, just let me know and I’ll add you. Word count: 5705

September 4th, 1985

It had been a few weeks since school started and it was just like last year. It was the first football game of the season in a few days and the entire school was buzzing with Tiger Pride. You, on the other hand, were dealing with pressure from your mom about getting involved and going to the home games with your friends (since they had to attend for band requirements) but all you wanted to do on a Friday night is watch tv, eat junk food with your friends and Norm. What’s the point of watching a team chase after a ball for three hours? The only new change in your school routine was Eddie You guys became buddies in class, exchanging musical notes and giving each other new songs to discover.

 School Daze by W.A.S.P was up your alley completely, to the point where you listened to the album four times beginning to end. Eddie, on the other hand, listened to Live Wire six times just because you liked it so much and he could’ve sworn he heard some punk in there just like you had said. He assigned you Black Sabbath’s Paranoid album (which you already owned) so you listened harder and found yourself attracted to the psychedelic metal sound. You assigned Eddie the Road to Ruin album from the Ramones since it was an album you knew from front to back. You were very interested to hear his opinion about something “so not metal.” 

Outside of your swapping of musical knowledge, you found yourself saying hi to him every time you saw him in the halls or asking how your day was going in the middle of the day because he was actually curious. He was so different than you expected and you were glad.

He could say the same for you. He expected you to be standoffish or passive but you were so warm and welcoming. You didn’t ignore him in public or pretend he didn’t exist. You treated him like a normal guy, not the school freak. He couldn’t remember the last time someone did that for him besides his close friends.

It was sixth period and O’Donnell was droning on about the reading she did of some sonnets but your mind was elsewhere. Your brain was on last period’s photo assignment. You had to find an interesting subject/ model you hadn’t used before and that alone scared you since you were already a pretty diverse artist who usually did naturescapes, still life and manmade photography. You had a few portraits under your belt using Ali and Norm as your models but it really wasn’t your forte.

You were deep in thought thinking about concepts when someone threw a note at your desk landing right in front of you. You open it and smile. You could tell it was Eddie’s chicken scratch based on how it matched the font of your peer editor.

You okay? You seem a little sad today :(

You smiled at his concern. It was really sweet how he was checking on you. You wrote your response 

I’m fine just working on a photo project. Kind of stressed :/ 

You folded it back up really tightly and stood it up on your desk, flicked it gently and it landed right in front of Eddie’s doodle. You went back to your work for a few moments, trying to focus on your concept if you ever got a model. You huff aloud, frustrated with yourself. The note found itself back on your desk and you opened it.

Anything I can do to help?

You almost laugh at the universal irony. You need a damn model and here Eddie is asking what he can do to help. You pondered asking him for a moment. You didn’t know him very well yet so it would be weird to ask someone you barely know to help you by being a prop in a project. But on the other hand, this could be an opportunity to get to know him better. Fuck it you thought to yourself as you write out a response.

I need a model. You wouldn’t have any interest would you?

You look up from your note and turn to pass it to Eddie but this time he;s analyzing you, almost like he’s trying to figure out something from your body language. You tilt your head to a side a little, trying to figure him for a second before you hand him the note.

He opened it and you could see his face go from concerned to confused to shocked. He looked up at you wide eyed, a smirk forming along his lips. Oh boy…

“So you think I’m pretty enough to be a model, don’t ya Y/N?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You almost roll your eyes.

“That and I’m desperate. Ali and Robin have band practice and I’m not about to inflate Steve Harrington’s ego,” you say laughing. Eddie started to laugh too at the thought of you trying to get Steve Harrington to actually cooperate during a photo shoot.

“I’ve heard your terms so I gotta ask: what’s in it for me?” Eddie inquired, waving his hands towards himself for dramatic effect. You pondered for a moment before you answered.

“I’ll let you pick the music the entire time and I promise to be gentle with you since it’s your first time.” you vowed.

He pondered your terms for a moment or two. He definitely wasn’t what anyone would picture when you say Model but he was still flattered nonetheless when you asked him. But he had to ask.

“Why me? You could photograph anyone at this school and they would jump at the chance.” Eddie said sheepishly, not entirely sure why him.

“I think you’re an interesting person Eddie Munson and my project is to catch an interesting subject I have a weakness in and that’s photographing people. Plus you’ll need it someday, rockstar,” you say honestly. You genuinely were intrigued by Eddie and wanted to know him better. There had to be more to him than metal music behind that leather jacket. 

“Yeah alright I’m in. So what do you need from me as a model boss?”He asked, interested in what all you had in mind.

“How about I meet you at yours at like 4-ish? That way I can pull off something special since I actually have a subject now.” you offer, already having ideas running through your brain of shots you wanted to take of Eddie.

“Sounds like a plan to me m’lady.” he said, penning something else on a piece of paper. “Here’s my address. It’s lot 513 at Forest Hills Trailer Park if it helps.” he said smirking

“Yeah I’m familiar. I’ll be there around 4-ish,” you say, “I just have to go home and take my dog on a run before I do anything else.”

“You have a dog? That’s fucking cool. What kind?” Eddie asked, wanting to know everything possible about the girl’s life outside of school.

“He’s a mixed breed we adopted from the shelter a year ago and we named Norm. He’s honestly the perfect dog,” you gush, smiling wide thinking about how cute he was sprawled out with you this morning in your small bed.

“Maybe I’ll get to meet him sometime,” he said as the bell rang. You both started to gather your things

“Yeah maybe if you’re around long enough,” you say, putting your backpack on.

“Oh I will be. You’ll find that I’m annoyingly addictive once you get to know me,” he tempts, really enjoying the coup de taus you have going on.

“I’ll be the judge of that Munson,” you said laughing at his tone. You guys walk out of O’Donnell’s and start towards your locker.

“Anything specific I need to wear for your project?” he asked, suddenly realizing he was wearing a Sabbath shirt, jeans and Reebok sneakers. That definitely wasn’t “model behavior”. You laugh a little, spinning the lock on your locker.

“No Eddie. Wear whatever you wanna feel comfortable with; whatever you fell like screams Eddie Munson. This is meant to be a profile of you. I wanna see who you are outside of cafeteria outbursts and our chats in O'Donnell's class.” you say honestly as you open your locker.

“Alright sounds cool Y/N. I really appreciate you even asking me. One last thing: you don’t happen to uh– partake in a certain activity…” he snorted awkwardly and you laugh at how cute he is trying to spit it out.

“Yes Eddie, I do partake,” you say, putting the unnecessary stuff in your locker. How the hell was this boy so weird but hilarious at the same time? You hadn’t felt this open with anyone since Ali and you found yourself okay with it.

“Okay great. Awesome. I’ll have a little gift ready for you when you arrive then.” he said matter of factly.

“Then I’ll see you in a little while Eddie.” you say smiling.

“Until then m’lady. Have a safe run with Norm and if you get lost, just look for my van.” he said, exchanging a look with you before heading out. You noted how nice his concern for your safety was and closed your locker, walking towards your car, pondering what you would try to convey about Eddie.

Well he was right; you got lost trying to find his place once or twice, taking a wrong turn here or there but you finally found the found in front of the white and brown colored trailer and you let out a sigh of relief. You were already running late behind because your run was longer than anticipated and you had to shower and change. Your hair was still wet and you were in a black and white quarter sleeve shirt, gray acid wash jeans and a pair of black and white Converse. You parked to the left of Eddie’s van, letting the sounds of Van Halen finish playing on the radio as you double checked everything. You had your Canon SLR camera, Polaroid camera and plenty of rolls of film just in case inspiration struck. You were nervous to see Eddie but decided to just buck up and go with your gut. You grabbed your camera bag and your denim shoulder bag (decorated in pins of movies, bands and other assorted pop culture). You got up to Eddie’s door and heard the sounds of guitar through the door. It wasn’t a song you knew but you already could tell you liked it. You listened for a second longer before knocking a few times, immediately seeking the guitar sounds. Moments later, Eddie’s frame replaced the door in front of you, smiling at you. He was wearing the same jeans and sneakers from earlier but this time was sporting one of his Hellfire shirts. HIs hair was in that awkward stage between wet and dry where the frizz was starting to come back but not quite.

“Hey Y/N. Everything go okay with your run?” He asked, opening the door wide enough for you to walk through.

“Yeah everything was fine. Norm was about to pass out after 20 minutes which is typical. Sorry it took so long; I had to shower cause I didn’t wanna smell like running when we were hanging out,” you say walking into Eddie’s trailer. 

You took a look around, taking in the array of collectable mugs and trucker hats displayed on the walls. You noted the pull out bed to the side of the tv, noting one of them (possibly Wayne) slept out here while the other got the bedroom. It was sweet how much you could already tell that his uncle cared for Eddie. There was a little orange lamp hanging in the corner by a bookshelf, a bar stool by the kitchen bar counter, and a table for two by the window. Everything was amazingly cute for two men living here. It was quite a humble abode.

“So what exactly did you have in mind for the shoot? Where do you want me?” Eddie asked, clapping his hands together. You ponder for a moment. 

“I kind of wanna get some pics of you in your natural habitat. What would you be doing right now if I weren’t here?” you asked honestly, thinking back to the music from moments ago.

“”Probably playing guitar or working on my campaign.” Eddie said absentmindedly.

“Alright lead the way,” you offer “I wanna see you in your element.” you add, smiling at the end. Eddie returned your smile before leading you past the kitchen, a closet, a washer and to the second door on the right, right next to the bathroom. His room was exactly how you would imagine Eddie Munson’s room: messy with strung about clothes everywhere, amps everywhere, bed unmade but his NJ Warlock electric guitar was hung with pride on his mirror by his bedside.

“Uh sorry for the mess,” Eddie said sort of bashfully “The maid took the week off.”

“I feel like the maid wouldn’t even touch this room if you had one.” you joked as you put your bags by the door, grabbing your film camera out first.

“I can’t say I blame her.” Eddie retorted, sitting on his bed, watching you adjust your settings a few times while checking your lighting. “So what do you want me to do?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way but pretend I’m not here. What I have imagined is just showing you in your natural habitat. Like pretend the camera isn’t here and it’s just us hanging out. In fact, wanna play 20 questions?” you say, taking a test photo of his Corroded Coffin poster.

“Sure you start since this is your project.” Eddie said. He almost laughed at you when you said to ignore you. Ignore you? Impossible. Inconceivable. Who in their right mind could ignore you? But he did as you asked and grabbed his black lunch pail container. He popped it open and you could see a variety of baggies containing various pills and powders; he plucked out the bag with green little nuggets and a stack of rolling papers, closing the pail after he was finished and shoved it under his bed. He picked up a magazine from his dresser (some mechanic one you noted) and put it in his lap, taking a piece of paper out and flattening it.

You thought back to the last time you had smoked. It was probably before Leo left and your mom was in her most critical condition since her “baby boy” (a grown ass man) was leaving and she would be there alone with you. You told them you had gone to Ali’s to go see whatever had just come out but instead found yourself at Skull Rock, smoking a joint by yourself and wallowing in your emotions. Your dad wasn’t in the picture anymore and it was “because of you” Not exactly but coming home one day and yelling at your mother “Dad is fucking Sharon Reynolds behind Melnords in her car” was the way to go about it but you were in shock and you KNEW he was gonna lie about it and hurt your mother more than already intended so you were protecting her in your eyes. This confession led to her interrogating him, lying, admission and finally separation with Dad moving out/moving in with that whore Sharon and Mom’s drinking increasing when she wasn’t on call. So yeah “your fault”. You sat at Skull Rock all day and well into the night; your weed long gone as you were lost in thought. You vowed that night you’d never trust another fucking man because all they did was damage.

“Hey where’d you go there Y/N?”

Eddie’s voice shook you from your thoughts.

“Sorry. I uh was just thinking back to the last time I smoked and it was uh..not a great day for me.” you admit.

“When was that?” Eddie inquired, grinding up the green with his fingers.

“Oh it was a little bit ago.” you admit, putting the viewfinder up to your eye. You see Eddie’s hands work on the joint, rings clinking together while he grinds up the bud between the tips of his fingers. You zoomed in and took a shot, the light reflecting off the silver metal. Eddie smiled at the sound of the shutter.

“So why photography?” Eddie asked, twisting the paper around the crushed herb before pressing it to his lips, sealing it with moisture.

“They say ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’. I’m not much of a writer but I always loved taking pictures. It started with taking photos of my Barbies then of places we would go or of my friends but one autumn a few years ago, I took photos of the falling leaves and it felt like I had it figured out. Like when I look back on that day, I still feel the cool breeze and the smell of the leaves in the air mixed with the smell of smoke from fires. The feeling of change swirling in the air.” you say, smiling at Eddie as he ran his lighter over the joint, sealing it closed.

“I get that, fall really is the best season,” Eddie agreed, bringing the joint to his face before remembering his guest. “Here; I have a rule about ladies smoke first.’ Eddie said, handing the joint to you. You gladly accept, putting the joint between your lips as you take the lighter from Eddie. You light the end of the joint, inhaling until the end is cherried and stop the lighter. You keep the hit in for a few moments letting the weed take its effects, the calm rushing over you. You lazily smiled, taking another puff before passing it to Eddie. ‘Thank you, I really need this. I haven't smoked in weeks.”

Eddie was taking a hit when his eyes widened at ‘weeks’ and almost choked on his inhale. He couldn’t imagine not smoking for a few days let alone weeks “Jesus H Christ, how the hell did you survive? Fuck. In that case,” he said, taking a quick puff before handing it to you, “This is all you. I’ll roll another one to split. You need it more than I do trust me.” he said, already grabbing another paper and more weed.

“Thank you. By the way, I thought you were going to pick the music,” you point out, taking another drag. He smiled, putting the magazine on the nightstand, getting up without another word and went to his cassette player hitting play as the sounds of Dio played at a louder decibel.

“So how long have you played guitar?” you ask, eyeing the black and red electric guitar hanging on the mirror.

“Since about middle school. We played at the middle school talent show with my band Corroded Coffin,” he said fondly. You smiled at his pride, it was clearly something he was most proud of. He talked animatedly about the formation of the band and how they were like his brothers.

“So do you play any shows?”

“Yeah at the Hideout every Tuesday. We get a crowd of about five drunks. You should come see us play sometime.” he said excitedly.

“Oh I’m there. I’m always down for an excuse to not go home after work.” you say, remembering the feeling of loneliness. You catch Eddie’s look in his eye. “My mom’s a nurse so she works a lot of overnights so it’s just Norm and I alone in our house and after watching one too many of those ABC specials about the rise of serial killers, nights aren’t my favorite.” you admit bashfully. Eddie felt a twang on his heartstrings at the thought of you scared, home alone with no defense except a dog and your wits.

“Well you can come by whenever you want to; you’re always welcome Y/N.” he said warmly

“Thank you,” you say smiling as you take another hit. Dio transitioned to Iron Maiden and you smiled. There was a comfortable silence between you two for a few moments. Your joint was already finished and put out in the ashtray while you thought about potential angles to shoot Eddie from. Eddie had finished his joint as well and picked up his guitar, starting to play around with chord progressions. Even if it was just him messing around, it still sounded really good. You picked up your camera again and took a shot of him concentrating, hair in his eyes, lip caught between his teeth and brow furrowed out of concentration. You took a few photos of his hands on the fretboard, making sure to zoom in on the rings for clarity. “So what are the rings about?’ you ask, taking time to look at each of them carefully.

“Mostly references to songs and bands I like or am influenced by.” he says nonchalantly. You smile at the pig on his middle finger.

“Like War Pigs right?” you ask, eying that exact ring. He didn’t say anything; instead breaking into the opening chords of the song. You bob along to the rhythm, sitting next to him as he started singing along to the familiar song. 

“Generals gathered in their masses; Just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction, Sorcerer of death's construction in the fields, the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds Oh lord, yeah!” 

You had heard this song a hundred times but now you much preferred the Eddie Munson cover. It was much more raw and guttural than the Oz Man’s version. You found yourself singing along to the rest of the song. It took everything in you to remember to take a few photos while he performed for you, even managing to get one using your Polaroid.

When the song ended, Eddie smiled at you. He was calm on the outside but was freaking out. I mean you were really here; in his room, smoking with him and jamming out to Sabbath together. There was no way you were real but you had to be because here you were; sitting on his bed stoned giggling. Hell. he’s never had ANY girl in his room like this before. Sure he’s fucked a few girls here and there but this was different. This was more real; more intimate than any feeling sex could temporarily provide. You weren’t simply looking for physical looks; you were looking into who he was and into his soul.

Whatever rhythm he was playing slowed down to a smooth melody, something Eddie had been working on all summer. You sat cross legged and just listened, enjoying the moment. It had been a while since you had been this relaxed around someone. Sure you were comfortable around your friends and your family but this was a whole different thing. This felt more natural somehow like you had hung out with Eddie countless times before today.

“So what else do you wanna do?” Eddie asked, breaking the silence and your train of thought. He had put the guitar down next to him and was sitting cross legged with you.

“Well you ARE the leader of the Hellfire Club,” you muse, “so why don’t we show that off? Grab your books that you’ve got and spread them out in front of you like you’re deep in your Dungeon Master mode” you say matter of factly as you get off the bed. Eddie obeyed your commands, grabbing his copy of Advanced Dungeons and Dragons DM Book, his folder and notes. He sat himself and spread everything out before him, like he normally would. He grabbed a pencil and you turned on the radio since his mixtape had stopped, you stopped searching when the sounds of a lighter rock song came on through the speakers. It had a mid tempo opening with bluesy riffs that Eddie had never heard before but wasn’t soon about to forget as you began singing

“Raven hair and ruby lips Sparks fly from her fingertips; Echoed voices in the night She's a restless spirit on an endless flight. Woo-hoo, witchy woman See how high she flies Woo-hoo, witchy woman She got the moon in her eyes. She held me spellbound in the night Dancing shadows and firelight Crazy laughter in another room And she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon.”

 He knew he was supposed to be “studying” but he was transfixed by you with the camera in your hands, moving your hips and body to the beat of the song as you commanded the room with your singing. You were fucking gorgeous. How had he not realized it before? He looked down at the pages a second later, suddenly very interested in the background of Orcs and thankful for his hair to hide the blushing. He heard the shutter a few times, along with your singing and he waited for the end to break the moment.

“So what is that song called?” he asked authentically as it moved to a Rolling Stones song he heard 100 times thanks to Wayne.

“Uh Witchy Woman but Eagles. It’s one of my favorite bands to unwind and relax to.” you admit sheepishly. It wasn’t very metal of you to listen to them but you couldn’t lie to Eddie for some reason.

“You really are full of surprises aren’t you Y/N?” Eddie said looking at you with raised eyebrows, a quizzical look on his eyes and a smile. You immediately snapped a photo because he looked so at ease, centered, so himself with a little bit of that Munson Mischief to him

“And you aren’t too bad of a model yourself Munson. You’re really easy to work with so how about this: I just had an idea of us shooting in those woods behind here and getting in some golden hours lighting before the sun sets fully. Sounds like something you’d be interested in?” you offer

“Oh I’m definitely interested. Want me to roll a few for the road?” he countered. You nodded and stayed seated, waiting for Eddie to roll up.  It really was nice hanging out with him; it was forced or coming from any kind of awkwardness. It almost felt like you two had been friends for years as opposed to a few weeks. Everything about him was relaxing and you really couldn’t put your finger on why.

“So you listen to Blondie, The Ramones, metal and now classic rock. Is there anything you don’t listen to?” Eddie inquired, sealing off the first joint with his tongue.

“Nope. None that come to mind. I’ve always had an eclectic upbringing musically with my mom being a mainstream music fan like ABBA and Fleetwood Mac and Dolly Parton. She got super into Carly Simon a few months ago. My uncle owns the record shop in town so I would spend all my free time there when I was a kid. He really showed me the ability to appreciate all kinds of music,” you admit smiling and it all clicked for Eddie who EXACTLY you were. He had been to that record store countless times but didn’t realize it was you. No wonder they always had the most recent music (specifically metal) and didn’t feel like those stuffy old Mom and Pop record shops.

“That explains why you have such a wide range,” Eddie said admirably.

“Yeah maybe I can teach you a thing or two about musical diversity,” you tease. Eddie put his hand to his heart, gasping loudly for dramatic effect.

“You don’t think I’m musically diverse,” Eddie said in a higher pitch.

“I’ll believe it when I see it Munson,” you say laughing at his outburst.

“Oh you will,” Eddie said matter of factly.

He finished rolling up and you guys headed out to the wood behind the trailer park. It was still kind of humid outside since it was still early September but the breeze made it feel like a perfect day. The sun was starting to go down but not technically set yet. Everything looked like it was being touched by the sun’s beams and you felt like you could bounce off the walls from excitement.

“Top three favorite movies. GO!!” Eddie suddenly said, snapping his fingers. You barely thought for a moment about it.

“Ummm Carrie, Rocky Horror Picture Show and The Shining.” you say trying not to think too hard.

“So you’re a Stephen King fan and you enjoy horror,” Eddie noted

“What are you, Munson?”

“The Hobbit from 1977, Heavy Metal and Halloween” Eddie said proudly.

“Color me surprised” you say sarcastically laughing. “Go stand in those trees over there and light a cigarette.” you say following behind as you get your camera ready. Eddie wasn’t about to question you, getting familiar with that tone of your voice. He pulled out the pack from his pocket, popped one in his mouth and lit it, walking until you told him to stop, which he did immediately awaiting instruction.

“Okay now turn towards me,” you say checking your viewfinder. You saw Eddie fiddling with his rings, snapping one of his like that. “Take a drag for me and try to get a lot of smoke but don’t kill yourself! I have an idea and if this works, it’ll look fucking badass. When you blow out, I want you to lean your head back slowly.”

Eddie does this; exhaling the smoke while leaning back. You snapped four of five shots and hoped it turned out well. Eddie looked so cool right now like a human fire breathing dragon. You said a silent prayer to your deity.

“Got it. Now walk towards me, taking a few drags along the way,” you say, watching Eddie walk towards you, taking a few shots.

“How was that boss?” Eddie asked genuinely.

“It was great Eddie. Exactly what I needed,” you say. He quizzes you a little bit more about your family and you tell him about your mom and brother, leaving out your father and the backstory there. He tells you about his home life. His parents were out of the picture but he had Wayne and from the way he spoke about Wayne made you feel for the boy.

You reached a clearing of the trees. Eddie was pulling out a joint and lighting it. You quickly grabbed your camera and snapped a photo of it. He raised his eyebrow at you out of curiosity and smiled, offering the joint to you. You walk over to him and take it but instead he had other plans. He grabbed the camera from you and turned it towards you.

“No! Eddie!” you squeal, laughing as you put your hands in front of your face.

“Ohhhh. I see how it is: you can dish it out but can’t take it. Sit by that tree.” His joking tone suddenly turned deep and dark and something in you was immediately attracted. You do as he says, sitting by a tree with your leg laid flat, the other propped up with your arm on your knee. You brought the joint to your lips and inhaled, closing your eyes to forget you were on the opposite side of the camera. You were super insecure about yourself and didn’t believe you were pretty enough so you took photos of things you saw as beautiful. Little did you know Eddie was doing the exact same thing: taking a photo of something (someone) beautiful. He waited until you exhaled to take the photo; smoke surrounding you like you were some ethereal goddess with your hair splayed out behind you, neck exposed.

“Okay. Got it” He said, smiling at you as you came back up. He handed you the camera and took the joint, sitting next to you. You shared the joint in silence before you got up, taking a few of him sitting in front of the tree in different poses until you went to check and saw a 1 on your shot log. It was always the hardest shot since it always finalized the tone of the shoot.

“What’s going on Y/N? You look super deep in thought.” Eddie noted, seeing you huff and your brows furrowed together.

“Yeah I’m just trying to come up with a final shot which is always the hardest for me.” you admit.

“So take one of us,” he added “It doesn’t have to always be serious, plus you’ll have a memento of hanging out with Eddie “The Freak” Munson,” he joked. You pondered it and shrugged, turning the camera towards you. Eddie got in close, putting his fingers up like Devil’s horns and sticking his tongue out. You stuck your tongue out too, squinting your eyes as the flash went off. You brought the camera down but noticed Eddie was still close to you.

“So does this make us friends Y/N?” Eddie asked, looking down into your y/e/c eyes. You were taken aback by that since you weren’t great at friends but something was drawing you into Eddie.

“Yeah of course we’re friends now Eddie,” you say smiling at him genuinely. “I mean I don’t open up to just anyone about my life and I’m sure you don’t either,” you admit

“Guess that makes you special,” Eddie said, still looking at you.

“Guess I am,” you say, not really believing it. Eddie wanted to say something but figured it was best to drop it. The walk back to his house was comfortable; you had promised to hang out next week to actually study together. He stood by while you gathered all your stuff, walked you to your car, even opening your car door for you. You got in and Eddie closed it behind you. He stood there the entire time, making sure you were good to drive, had everything and were okay. You even notice the little wave he made after you drove away from his trailer, one more friend in your arsenal

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[littlerosetrove]

So… Eddie Was Sidelined

Eddie, you were done so dirty this season. I’m sorry and you deserved so much better.

The only (brief) stories Eddie had in season 6 were 1) Christopher wanting more independence, and 2) Eddie’s loneliness and grief.

Personally, I think the Christopher and Eddie storyline could have been spread out over all of 6A, even bringing in Ramon and Helena into the mix. Season 6 had such a big focus on parents, but especially fathers, so why not? Yes Ramon was brought in, but only for one phone call. But anyway, the story was done in one maybe two episodes, and then never brought up again. Low-key y’all, I feel like Eddie and Christopher’s relationship doesn’t get as much focus as it could and should. And I say this not just about season 6, but overall.

Now perhaps the show couldn’t get Gavin in that many episodes, for various reasons, but I think it’s possible to work around having Gavin for a limited time. Hence why I said Ramon and Helena (at the very least Ramon) could be brought into the storyline. As well have Eddie talk to any of the parents that have or had soon to be teenagers, which would be Hen and Karen and Athena and Bobby. The easiest for Eddie to talk to would of course be Bobby and Hen at work. And yeah, have Eddie have a couple conversations with Buck, it would be another logical choice.

Something else that could be done with Christopher wanting more independence, is showing Eddie with more time on his hands. Therefore, we the audience could see the second arc coming into play for Eddie, which is his loneliness (and grief).

But that’s not what we got.

Now please someone correct me if I’m wrong, because I’ve only watched season 6 once, but I can’t remember Eddie’s loneliness coming up until around episode 6x14. That was the episode where Pepa said that Eddie is alone. I really can’t remember there being a hint of this before 6x14…. *racking my brain* I mean, there was that one scene in 6A when Buck called Hen, I think Chimney, and Eddie to say “hey so Kameron is successfully pregnant and I’m a father.” Eddie had been playing video games by himself at the time (it was nighttime, I’d assume Chris was asleep). Were we supposed to interpret Eddie playing video games by himself as him being lonely? And this only works in retrospect as one example.

Don’t get me wrong, I think this is a fine topic to explore with Eddie. However, I don’t remember any real setup to this arc. It was generally rushed and scattered, and then never even concluded.

Let’s also not forget that the show was exploring Eddie’s grief in 6B, which they did do a little work on. The most significant scene was probably the cemetery scene between Eddie and Christopher talking about Shannon. I can thus only assume Eddie’s grief, and the attached exploration of it, was specifically in relation to Shannon. We also saw Eddie a couple times in a pretty easy manner talk about Shannon in front of the firefam. This certainly shows signs of Eddie healing from *broad gesture* the Shannon of it all. Eddie before therapy certainly wouldn’t have been able to talk so openly and easily about Shannon, really with anyone.

But yeah, with this in mind, I’d say we were shown (how well? you decide) that Eddie is finally in a place to move on from Shannon. I believe we were supposed to glean from any scene pertaining to Shannon that Eddie, before now, hadn’t been ready to even date. Again, someone correct me if I’m wrong here. But going with this, looking back it would add another layer and reason as to why Eddie and Ana never would have worked out.

Although it was quick, I suppose Eddie’s mini arc about grief was uhhh handled. (...I have complicated thoughts about the Shannon of it all, but perhaps that’s for a different post.) Now circling back to Eddie’s loneliness.

→ 6x14 we got Pepa stating out loud that Eddie is lonely, which Eddie acknowledged.   → In 6x15 when the firefam was at the, uh, pseudo funeral thing for Maria (??), Eddie heard Maria say something about “dying alone.” Those words seemed to affect Eddie. → 6x16 we have the cemetery scene with Eddie and Buck, and at some point Eddie repeats Maria’s words about “we’re all going to dye alone.” And Eddie says it in a way that he seems to believe this. Buck does say something to refute this, but I can’t remember the exact words. In any case, Buck says something to try to stop Eddie from thinking this. → 6x17 we have the infamous montage of Eddie going to places he probably never would, in the hopes of meeting someone. No luck, but damn did Eddie’s ass get some Prime Time. Later Eddie has a heart to heart with Bobby, and get’s sound advice (which Eddie, I don’t fuckin know at this point, misinterprets? or the writers just later ignored what Bobby set up, because anyone paying attention to the show would immediately think of Buck based on what Bobby said.) At the end of the episode Marisol (who Eddie had to, through expository dialogue, remind the audience who the hell she is) helps Eddie find the right glue for Christopher’s project. → 6x18 at the beginning we can see Eddie attempting to text Marisol. (i guess they exchanged numbers offscreen because a lot of shit happened offscreen in season 6.) Jump to the end of the episode and Eddie calls Marisol. (please keep in mind the fucked up timeline. there was a smaller time jump from Eddie running into Marisol at the hardware store to the bridge collapse; maybe a week. Eddie then had broken ribs, which would need 4-6 weeks to heal. when Eddie called Marisol, he looked completely healed. so realistically these two waited 6-8 weeks to even attempt to call each other.)

So…. So where was any real exploration of Eddie’s loneliness? What, attempting a meet-cute for one day, and then the bizarre time jump to Eddie calling Marisol is Eddie working through and solving his problem? Are we supposed to suddenly think that by calling Marisol Eddie’s loneliness is cured? Is his loneliness story just - open ended? I doubt that considering, as a reminder, most of 6B was planned as the finale to both the season and the series. Those at 911 knew about the cancellation in October of 2022. They just didn’t know they were picked up by ABC until the end of April/some time in May, when filming was already done. Therefore, was Marisol, someone we and Eddie barely knows, the “fix” to Eddie’s loneliness? Really????

*sighs* I really hope in season 7 we get more focus on Eddie and Chimney for that matter. Buck got a ton of stories and screen time (though not done well) in season 6, so he can take a backseat. Ryan is such a talent, and I hope they don’t waste him again (of course we got some great moments, but overall Ryan didn’t get much to do or work with).

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