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8 days late for NaNoWriMo I'm finally trying to write something with the setting I've had for over a decade. So hey, here's some sketches from last year.
#needleminder#went back and tagged my other posts too. the two of them#i am trying to make him look less like a puppet nowadays but i still like these#nanowrimo#can i join that tag? i'm definitely not gonna finish#my art
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boyfriend!eddie and reader having soft sex in the back of his van literally has me on the flooorrr
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ mdni, p in v, creampie, soft sex, praise
Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3
Most nights after being out with Eddie you'd find yourself in the back of his van, you two would sit and talk for hours or make out which obviously lead to more. It always lead to more. You couldn't keep your hands off of him and he definitely didn't mind that at all, the feel of your body against his was enough to make his heart explode.
Right now you two were stripped naked, you laid out on the three person bench, you could feel the leather sticking to your skin as a thin layer of perspiration coated your back. The air was thick and warm from heavy breathing as the passion between you grew. Eddie hovering on top of you holding up one of your legs as he gives you deep and sensual strokes.
You could feel every inch of his love and affection for you as his cock moved in and out of your pussy, he loved fucking you senseless but tonight he wanted to make love.
"You're so beautiful, baby" he says through a shaky breath, his forehead was covered in sweat and his face was bright red but he didn't care about any of that, he was only worried about you.
You let out soft moans of pleasure as his dick stroked your G spot, you gripped onto the back of the seat tightly as the pleasure became too intense. Eddie felt your muscles starting to contract around him signaling your imminent orgasm, he brings his thumb down on your clit and starts to rub it gently.
"Cum for me sweetheart, I'll be right here to catch you." His voice was gentle and soft, you had never heard him speak like that in the almost nine months you had been dating. It made your heart swell by how caring he was to you, this was your first relationship where you felt like you didn't have to ask for love, he just gave it to you.
"Oh Eddie, I'm about to-" before you could finish your sentence your body had reached its peak, your head fell back and your lower half twitched as you came on his cock. He didn't stop rubbing your clit until he felt you had enough, his big goofy smile came into view as you opened your eyes again.
"Such a good girl," he chuckles softly, he slowed down his pace slightly but he wasn't done with you yet. "You look like a goddess when you cum." He leans down and starts kissing down your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin makes you shiver with excitement. He continues to pump into you as he gently nibbles the tender flesh of your skin, not hard enough to hurt but just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin.
He whispers sweet nothings in your ear to distract you from the sensitivity of your pussy, he knows you can take it but he wants to give you encouragement to push through. "I love you so damn much" he whispers against your ear, "one day I'm gonna make you my bride" he promises you, that right there was almost enough to make you cum again.
A few more pumps later Eddie exploded inside you, he moaned out your name as he filled you up with his seed. He panted hard as he gently laid himself on top of you, care not to crush you with his weight, he brushed his lips against yours before giving you a soft passionate kiss.
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Hello!!! I have simple request if you don’t mind how about drunk Hobie with y/n…I wanna see how you would write their dynamic cause I love your writing <3
Thank you for requesting, lovely! 💛
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader, drinking, cw vomit, FLUFF
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You wake up groggily to the telephone ringing loudly inside your shared bedroom. With one eye open, you blindly reach for the receiver, hand bumping all over the mess that is your bedside table. Bringing the phone to your ear, face squished on the pillow, sleep still clinging to your lashes.
“Hello?” Your voice cracks.
“Y/N? It's Ned” you wake up in a flash, mind already flashing to Hobie or his friends having some sort of emergency during their weekly get together. Is there a fire? Did someone get alcohol poisoning? Is he okay?
“Come get your man. He's gonna get kicked out with how loud the fucker is right now. The owner’s staring daggers at him”
Sure enough, there's a loud booming laughter in the background and what sounds to be glass shattering. Ned's swirling his words together but sober enough to put together a cohesive sentence. But definitely not drunk enough to handle his friends' shenanigans.
“Oh shit! Please hurry, he's telling everyone that he's Spider-Man, what a weirdo.” there's a rustling sound then the phone falls, banging on the wall briefly. There's fast footsteps and a muffled, “Hobie! Christ, that's your third fucking glass!”
There's roaring laughter, and an unmistakable voice. “Who you callin’? The coppers? You're no fun anymore, Neddy”
The dial tone ends and you're already putting on your trainers, taking your keys, wallet and coat. You don't even bother changing out of your pajamas, they look presentable enough, right?
The train ride was awkward. You in your pajamas, hair disheveled, and mismatched socks. Good thing there weren't a lot of commuters this late or the staring would actually get to you. There was an awkward silence when you stepped inside, but with you staring right back at them with your sleep deprived eyes, they looked away immediately.
You practically ran to the white horse pub, the party was in full swing, people with sloshing pints in hand and men drunkenly trying to walk straight. Hugging your coat closer, you tie them closed, scanning the pub for the familiar figure.
Spotting Hobie halfway up the table with Ned trying to drag him off, his laughs would make you giggle if not for him being so inebriated, chugging an entire pint while his other friends cheer him on, banging on tables and guffawing over the already loud pub. A friend you've recognized before joins him on the table, finishing his own pint. Hobie eggs him on with him tipping his friend's pint closer to the man's lips, while chanting: you can do it, mate!
The wood wobbles and you quickly make your way towards him. Ned sighs in relief, you smile apologetically before he changes course for the other friend on the table, almost tackling him off it.
You hold onto his leather jacket in an attempt to balance him. He usually has great balance but you don't completely trust his coordination.
“Hobie!” You yell through the loud chatter of the pub. The owner watches on in your peripheral, “Sorry, Joe! I'll get him home!”
“You better! Your boy's a menace, he's been inciting everyone on his little drinking game”
“Isn't that good? People are buying more booze?”
“Don't push it, love. That's the only reason why I'm not gonna make him pay for the broken glasses”
You wince, “sorry about those” He grunts, waving off.
Tugging at his jacket, you call his name again. Hobie finally looks down, eyes flicking from your hands to your face. You'd expect him to greet you with a smile or even drop down and hug you, instead, he swats your hands away from him, his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.
You blink in surprise, bewildered at his actions. “Hey! Hobie!”
“What?” he folds his knees to level with you, his eyes blinking a little too quickly, head tilted, hands on his knees for extra balance.
“What do you mean ‘what’? I'm here to take you home. You're too drunk” you hold his hand, tugging him down on the table.
“And you're too bloody handsy” he flings your hand away. “I'm–” he blinks slowly, trying to get his bearings. “I'm have a girl back home, yeah? Don't” Hobie pokes your forehead.
You get cross eyed, a minute ago you'd thought he was just a little too drunk, the kind of drunk where you're wobbly on your feet, now you know he definitely can't see straight. You decide to play along, just so you can tease him in the morning.
“Oh” you bring your hands on your chest in a mock surprise. “Didn't know that, so sorry”
“No harm, but she–she would…could throw hands if she saw you grope me like that”
Grope? “I wasn't– you know what, tell me more about her. She sounds nice”
Hobie beams at you, a resemblance of what he would usually look like once he sees you in a crowded room. He sits on the table like you just asked a child what his favourite dinosaur is.
“She– she's sooo good to me, y’know” you nod, biting your lip to stop a giddy laugh from escaping. “I told her that I was Spiderman and y’know what she did?!” He excitedly yells, good thing no one here actually believes his drunk ramblings or else the entire pub would know that they're currently drinking with spiderman himself.
“No, what did she do?” you smile, eyes twinkling under the dim lights of the pub.
“She said she loves me! And and” he gestures excitedly. “Supports me! Isn't that fuckin' amazing?!” Hobie sighs longingly. “I miss her, I wish she was here. She'd probably bonk me on the head with how much I've drunk though.” He trails off, his eyes glassy. “I should go home”
“Yeah, you should” you slowly inch closer to him. “Hey, babe?”
“Yes, lovie?” Hobie does a double take, his eyes wide as dinner plates. “Lovie!” He tackles you in for a hug. His face snuggling closer to your neck. You rub his back, giggling.
Now you're the one struggling to balance. “I miss you too” you kiss his temple. “Let's go home before you let out anymore of your secrets”
You would have struggled more if you brought him to the tube, luckily enough, you found a cab within five minutes of waiting (and wrangling) with Hobie.
After a round of goodbyes from his equally drunk friends, you finally got him inside the taxi. The driver clicks his tongue at another drunk passenger.
“He better not get sick all over my seats” the driver says gruffly.
“He won't, don't worry” you say with a fake smile.
“I think ‘m gonna be sick.” Hobie opens the car window, letting the cool air in.
“Please don't” you whisper to him, patting his back affectionately whilst you smile at the glaring driver so he doesn't kick you out.
After a car ride that seemed endless and one throw up outside the flat, you're both finally home. Getting him up the stairs was more of a struggle, he wobbled on his feet, almost tumbling off the staircase, if not for you clinging to him he would most definitely fall. Once inside the bedroom, he groans, leaning his entire body on you. Arms enclosed around your shoulders, head lolling to the side.
Hobie drops like a sack of potatoes on the mattress, bringing you down with him. You land on top as he traps you in his embrace.
“You're so good to me” he murmurs against the crown of your head.
“Mm-hmm, so I've been told” you cuddle closer, not minding the smell of alcohol.
“Because it's true” Hobie places a sticky kiss on your head then folding his neck just to reach your temple.
“You're gonna regret this in the morning” you help him in attacking your face by leaning over him, your elbows on the side of his head, fingers scratching his scalp. His hands skim over to your waist, holding you securely.
“I'll never” kiss “ever” kiss “regret” kiss “snogging you”
You laugh from the belly with every peck he leaves on your skin. “I know that, I’m talking about you drinking too much”
Hobie pauses, eyes narrowed from tiredness, lips still pursed together. “Ah that, sorry” he apologizes for his future self even though he would most definitely say it in the morning when you hand him some meds and lots of fluids.
“We'll talk about it once you're sober and without a banging headache. Rest, I'll take care of you” kissing his nose, you leave his side to grab fresh clothes for him to change into.
Before you completely leave, Hobie takes your hand, squeezing it.
“Love you, thank you” You let him bring your knuckles up to his lips, he sighs.
“Love you too, I think you're about to have the worst morning tomorrow” you chuckle, leaning closer to his touch like a planet orbiting its sun.
“With you, it won't be”
“You get cheesy when you're drunk” kissing the tip of his nose, you leave again, turning away, earning a grunt of disapproval from Hobie.
“I hate to see you go but I love watching you leave!” he says with gusto.
You should've brought a video camera with you when you were in the pub.
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Eyy so can I request for fem!reader headcanons that she has a familiar that is actually the Stitch himself? With first years' reaction (Lol imagine Stitch literately gonna throw hands with Ace during their first meeting and still hold grudges-)
cute and fluffy!
Characters: First Years (Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho, Sebek, Grim)
Synopsis: how the first years get along with your cute and fluffy dog familiar
Tags: mostly platonic but can be romantic (except ortho), stitch!, fluff, crack
Word count: 1.4k+
Notes: definitely should have wrote this back in the summer, buuut now we all get to think of nostalgic summer vibes hehe
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bond: 5/10
you can't tell me these two don't argue(?) every moment they have
usually it's ace trying to play a prank on him, get revenge on him
but stitch is way too clever, and always manages to shift all the blame onto ace
ace can try all his might to convince us, but his acting skills are way too flashy to be realistic
just look at those big innocent eyes! how could you accuse him like that, ace!
all the while stitch is just on your shoulder, smirking at ace
though there are times when these two team up, particularly when they're trying to prank other people
riddle and deuce get pranked... a lot
usually it's stitch either playing cute, or messing around to create a distraction for ace
they're a powerful team these two T_T
"Hey prefect! Have a little faith in me, okay?!" Ace says, his eyes wide in disbelief. "It really wasn't me, it was Stitch!" he points towards Stitch, sitting comfortably on your shoulder. You shift your gaze to Stitch, and he tilts his head innocently.
Raising an eyebrow, you look back at Ace.
"Argh! You're getting tricked by him again!"
"Haka taba, ika patootie!" your familiar exclaims.
(How embarrassing, stupid head!)
bond: 7/10
these two get along pretty well!
stitch really admires deuce for trying his best, even if his efforts aren't always visible
it reminds him of himself, so he's always enthusaistic about helping deuce when he struggles!
though... deuce is pretty much fooled by stitch's cuteness most of the time, so he still gets pranked by stitch
only deuce usually doesn't realise stitch was the culprit, and even if he does, he just ends up laughing good-heartedly
they're like the sweet elder brother and the genius little brother omg
"Hm? Oh, hi Stitch," Deuce acknowledges quietly, his gaze fixed on the textbook, unfazed by Stitch's arrival on the adjacent seat. Stitch makes a questioning sound, and only then does Deuce turn to face him.
"Oh, I'm trying to figure this question here," he points to the page. "I just can't get my head around it... How did they get that answer...."
Stitch peers at the page for a moment, then reaches for Deuce's pen, swiftly scribbling away at a scrap piece of paper. Once he's done, he holds it up for Deuce to see.
"Wha-? Wait.. you solved it??" Deuce mumbles. His eyes scan over the page as a sudden realization dawning in his eyes. "So that's how you do it...! Thanks Stitch!" he says as he pulls Stitch in for a hug.
bond: 6/10
omg best workout buddies!!
yeah, he isn't really affected by stitch's cuteness
but his strength??? absolutely
these two love having competitions to see who can lift more weight
im sorry jack, it's stitch, you can't beat my six-armed alien dog familiar
but if anything, this just motivates jack to work on his muscles even more
positive loop i guess??
and stitch joins him sometimes! but he gets frustrated at the equipment easily
so make sure you stop him before he starts throwing things around
his dream is to see stitch and leona having an arm wrestle but we all know that's not happening soon T_T
sibling rivalry vibes fr
"Alright, you want me to move that bookshelf over there right? Where exactly do you-"
Before Jack can even finish his sentence, the bookshelf quickly moves to the other side of the room in a blur of blue, exactly where you wanted it.
"Pitcha! Stitch! Strong! Ahahahaha!" Stitch cackles, rolling on the floor with laughter.
(Done!)
You feel Jack tense up beside you. "Grrrr... Are you tryin' to show off??" he growls. He turned to you, determination evident in his eyes, "Prefect! What else would you like to move? Leave it to me!"
bond: 8/10
epel has a lot to learn from stitch!
anyone with a keen eye can tell stitch is really good at fooling other people with his cute appearance
and many times, he can use it to his advantage! mostly from you, lilia, and floyd who cannot resist the cute and fluffy
the poison apple is always observing stitch to see how he can use his features as his weapon
and stitch very glady teaches epel in alien talk but we've got body language, because epel always brings delicious apple snacks for him!
so you always find epel listening attentively while stitch does some dramatic recreation of a scenario
Perched on a cushion, Stitch begins to act out a scene, the crumbs of apple pie still lingering on his face.
"Uhh... some bad guy caught you in his arms?"
Stitch vigorously nods, then switches to a puppy dog face and executes a jump-kick in the air.
"You acted cute... and then you managed to kick him?"
Stitch nods again, transitioning between a sweet, innocent expression and a fierce, growling one.
"Ahhh... So you shifted between being cute to catch them off guard..." Epel hums thoughtfully. "That's really smart Stitch!"
Proud, Stitch beams, "Stitch! El kiyotay!"
(Good idea!)
bond: 7/10
in the same vein that ortho is a sweet kid who has a mischevious side, he gets along really well with stitch!
he loves how affectionate stitch can be with hugs, and also finds it funny how he can lose his temper very easily
he's also fascinated with the alien stuff, after all, stitch's existence proves there are extraterrestrial beings! he loves expanding on his database
the two of them also love building tiny gadgets out of whatever scraps they find, it's like a competition to see who can come up with a more useful gadget
not to mention, his big bro is dying to meet stitch! a cute alien dog who loves climbing onto other people's shoulders? sign him up!
but his social energy can't... so it's up to ortho to get more interactions with stitch!
"You're so cool Stitch!" Ortho laughs as he takes in the sandcastel Stitch built in seconds. "Idia would be so impressed..."
Stitch makes a inquisitive sound, prompting Ortho to explain, "Oh, Idia is my big brother! He'd absolutely be amazed by you, but he's too shy to make new friends," Ortho pouts.
Stitch tilts his head and asks, "Ohana?"
"Ohana?" Ortho repeats. "You've said that before... it means family right? Yeah, Idia is my Ohana."
"Goobaja! Meet! Ohana!" he exclaims.
(Let's go!)
"You want to meet my big bro?" Ortho asks. Seeing Stitch's enthusiasm, Ortho laughs again, "Hmm... alright then, let's go see him now!"
bond: 2/10
oh boy... these two should not be in the same room together
it all started when sebek was looking for malleus during one of malleus' late night ramshackle visits
and though malleus was endeared by how unstartled stitch was to just casually climb onto his shoulder, sebek certainly was not
"HOW DARE THE CREATURE CLIMB ONTO MY LIEGE'S SHOULDER!!!"
of course, first impressions really do matter, so whenever the two of them see each other...
they hiss at each other. both of them.
though sebek will behave if lilia or malleus are present, but the silence vanquishes almost immediately when they're gone
he will be impressed by stitch's physical strength and speed, just in a more condescending way as compared to jack
"Sebek. isn't it amazing how strong Stitch is? He lifted so many logs at once!" Lilia exclaims admiringly, while Stitch grins smugly.
"Yes., Lilia... It certainly is impressive..." Sebek mumbles, shifting his gaze to a glare directed at Stitch. "...for a creature of such moderate stature,"
Stitch, in turn, growls ferociously back at Sebek. "Meega, nala kweesta!"
"Oh dear..." Lilia sighs. "Young people these days are always so eager to get into fights,"
bond: 4/10
what do you mean his henchman has a familiar?! you're his henchman!!
ahem ahem jealousy
will argue about everything with stitch, and he could be completely wrong but still argues confidently
honestly, stitch finds grim amusing
it's kinda like a 'i don't need to prove myself to you' smug grin
fights about food! always.
stitch your favourite food isn't even tuna, stop bullying grim T_T
but stitch is still a sweetheart sometimes, and will be nice/help grim whenever he can
"Hench-man!" Grim exclaims as he jumps up and down. "Why does that guy get to sit on your shoulder? It's not fair~"
"Grim, didn't you complain when I carried you last time?" you ask.
Grim freezes for a moment. "Well... uh... That's different! I wanna see from high up too!"
Stitch laughs at his response, "Wahaha! Toga meega patookie!"
(Kiss my butt)
"Henchman~" Grim whines.
Sighing, you pick Grim up and have him sit on the other shoulder. Oh, the woes of having two 'familiars'.
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I'm not gonna get into it on the actual post because I don't want to start shit after how Aang posts have gone down and it's not like I saw it cuz it was tagged wrong or something
but it is wild to see someone say Azula's downfall was well written in atla and then also say what Zuko should have done and implying he was morally obligated to do so was not fight her and instead offer her love and support so he's in the wrong for accepting the agni kai challenge and fighting her
this blatantly ignores that Azula has manipulated and abused Zuko since childhood even though they also admit that Azula tried to kill him twice recently as a defense of Zuko's actions which is definitely some cognitive dissonance, but it's another instance I've seen of someone acting as if Zuko is incorrect or blinded by his father or otherwise mistaken when he says things like 'Azula always lies' despite the show demonstrating that actually Zuko is seeing her extremely clearly as she can even successfully manipulate him using the truth
Zuko does not owe Azula love and support just because they are blood relatives anymore than he owes Ozai especially not any time before the war has ended and she is still a threat to his personal safety and also to his goal of achieving peace seeing as she tried to kill Zuko twice leading up to the finale and she also came up with the plan to raze the Earth Kingdom
Giving her a hug isn't gonna fix that situation exactly the same as it wouldn't with Aang when it comes to Ozai
except this person thought Aang v Ozai was ultimately a triumph of pacifism over imperialism whereas the love and support vs fear and isolation of Zuko vs Azula is only pure tragedy not a victory of one ideology over another and I really have to wonder how this person came to that conclusion
Aang v Ozai is also a man to man battle same as Zuko v Azula and Katara v Azula which is not exactly pacifism
Aang doesn't kill Ozai in the end, and neither does Zuko or Katara kill Azula (instead she nearly kills Zuko) so again no different on the pacifism front
The major differences between these battles are that Zuko and Katara earned their abilities to defeat Azula whereas Aang relies on two deus ex machina and Zuko and Katara leave Azula upset but a pretty physically healthy state whereas Aang spiritually mutilates Ozai by removing his bending
in order for this interpretation to work that Aang v Ozai is a triumph of one ideology over another and Zuko v Azula is not, you have to ignore the massive narrative flaws in the Aang and Ozai fight that do not exist in the Zuko v Azula fight
There is a reason people still argue about whether or not Aang should have killed Ozai but even this person who argues Zuko did the wrong thing by Azula doesn't actually disagree with the text of the show, they still seem to want this agni kai to have happened exactly as it did where Zuko did show that love and support worked better than fear and isolation as he had Katara to tag in to finish the fight as well as other concepts like continuing to improve and learn after failure which eventually gave Zuko stability working better than genius perfectionism which caused Azula to spiral
another major facet this person relied on to argue for this position that Zuko was wrong to accept the agni kai was that Zuko could not see beyond the narrow worldview his father imposed on him through the golden child/scape goat dynamic he put upon Azula and Zuko
but the whole point of the show and having Zuko confront his father and leave to join the Avatar was to show exactly that, Zuko is the one character whose horizons broaden the most over the course of the show and only because Iroh's happens pre-series, it is insane to argue that Zuko cannot see past the abuse he suffered or outside the Fire Nation worldview after he has left the Fire Nation for the gaang
This person also claims that Zuko is so single minded about his goals that he even forgets empathy for others despite in season one somehow managing not to burn off Zhao's face in an agni kai and he even tries to rescue him from the ocean spirit despite fighting him literally the moment before so what character are you talking about because it's not Zuko
and then from this, they claim he cannot understand the tragedy of having to fight his own sister
this part is obviously up to more reader interpretation but you can take Zuko suggesting to Iroh in s2 that he forgive Azula is actually stemming from his genuine desire to not have to fight Azula given how quickly and vehemently Iroh shoots this down and that he does express genuine concern for Azula's fall in the southern raiders before she gets herself to the cliffside
I personally would say between the two of them, Zuko is more aware of the tragedy and genuinely sad about it, he is not portrayed as happy or gleeful when it's over whereas Azula has only been expecting this fight so she can secure her position on the thrown because she's second born and female and outright gloats after she's shot him with lightning
I see Zuko as resigned to this fight and trying to keep Katara safely out of it when he notices that Azula is slipping and takes the agni kai
what is not reader interpretation is to claim Zuko is being unfair and cruel to Azula to accept her agni kai challenge, Azula has always been the aggressor in their relationship and Zuko always the loser until the southern raiders where they have drawn even with each other, and as it has already been pointed out, Azula has recently tried to kill him twice!!
where is Azula's moral obligation to not try to mortally wound or manipulate her older brother? how is she not cruel and unfair for treating him this way and following in the footsteps of their father?
then there's an insane bit where they claim Zuko and Katara have a more simplistic view of morality than Aang who lost his shit on Katara in southern raiders who in the end didn't forgive Yon Rha and also didn't kill him and Zuko was there supporting her for the whole thing for her emotional benefit and closure regarding her mother like he had in his confrontation against Ozai whom he also didn't kill and Aang wasn't involved, Katara even tells him he was wrong
this part is just objectively untrue, Aang has the far more simplistic view on morality
this person also goes on to a lot of reader interpretation for Azula's motives for bringing Zuko back to the Fire Nation, and I do agree I think that on some level Azula does care for Zuko, where I don't agree is that if the result is still harm for Zuko which is what returning to the Fire Nation was for him as it puts him back under the thumb of their abuser, it's still ultiamtely not good or kind to Zuko
Azula's actions are not made better by presuming she had good intentions born out of care for Zuko
The thing that really got me though was this quote:
"he allows himself to stoop to her level, and in fact only redeems himself through his sacrifice for katara"
again, Azula is the aggressor in their relationship and the one who issues the challenge in this instance
Zuko does not stoop to her level trying to stop her via agni kai because a hug is not gonna work, and it is arguably noble of him to try to protect Katara by accepting the challenge and trying to remove her as a target
But it doesn't work because Azula breaks the agni kai by attacking Katara who is a bystander and not a combatant which is never a level Zuko stoops to, it's a rat move Azula takes when she's put on her back foot and realizes she can't win a fair fight and can't goad Zuko into an emotional outburst
But the worst part is reframing Zuko's sacrifice as redemptive in terms of his relationship to Azula or as if he has done something wrong in accepting the agni kai or while fighting it
He hasn't, the poster argues that Zuko betrayed Azula in leaving the Fire Nation which I think you can argue for, but I do not believe that the show has Azula react as if she has been harmed by this action when she is shown as far more offended by Mai and Ty Lee's betrayal and again seems gleeful to be able to attack Zuko in the boiling rock, southern raiders, and finale and therefore could reasonably be interpreted to have expected this
His redemption isn't towards Azula or anything she represents like Fire Nation imperialism, Ozai's abuse, perfectionism
It's a heroic sacrifice for Katara as a person he harmed personally in the s2 finale and as a victim of the Fire Nation's war by the Fire Nation's prince
It's an utter and blatant misread of the show to demonize Zuko to uplift Azula and replace Katara as a victim of Fire Nation imperialism which Azula is straightforwardly not and removes those themes from the Zuko v Azula fight which this person praised in the more flawed Aang v Ozai fight
I am with and agree with anyone claiming Azula is a victim of abuse, she is, it is the direct cause of her breakdown
but it's straight up cognitive dissonance to act as if Zuko has done something grossly wrong in terms of ending the cycle of violence by participating in the agni kai with Azula but Aang v Ozai is a narrative master stroke for pacifism and ending violence when they both use the exact same amount of violence to achieve their ends: man to man combat, and Aang actually delivers the worse punishment to Ozai
and you strip away half of Azula's character if you ignore the real and blatant harm she caused Zuko and the rest of the gaang and try to pretend they are all equally victims of the same man because they are not
#atla#long post#anti azula#azula critical#anti aang#aang critical#zuko#I don't think this is actually anti azula or aang but people go literally batshit over any accurate character analysis#Zuko has flaws#him calling Azula a liar is just him being accurate and not a flaw#please stop acting like Azula manipulating him is fine and dandy normal sibling relationship behavior#she is literally not good to or for Zuko
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˚₊‧୨୧˚ LATE NIGHT STUDIES ⋆.
[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: this is for my fellow sleep deprived students and i :D and i just wanna get my life together but clearly it's not happening so
tags. various blue lock x gn!reader, fluff, 430 wc, written in like 20-30 mins so like this is v low effort lol
encourages you to go sleep. he's definitely an advocate for sleep and its benefits for the brain, especially memory, and you're low-key tired of him ramble on about how vital sleep is. while your academic validation is keeping you awake and productive at the ungodly hour of two in the morning, your boyfriend is clutching onto your shoulders, shaking you gently as he urges you to sleep. he can tell that you're beginning to grow sleepy, but as you fight the yawns away, he's scrunching his face at you as he tries to pull you out of your chair, and into your shared bed.
"baby, don't worry about it now. you can do some more tomorrow when you're more energised. let's go sleep now, okay?"
— ISAGI, barou, yukimiya (hear me out), KARASU
stays up with you. he figures that he'd only end up feeling somewhat lonely without your presence beside him in bed, so he pulls a chair beside you and watches you study while he's on his phone. every once in a while, he'd peck your cheek as he reminds you that you're doing really well, and to return the affection, you play with his hands as you're reading the text. he knows not to distract you as you're studying, so he quietly sits there and patiently waits for you to finish and to bury yourself in his embrace.
"well done, [name]. i'm proud of you for doing so much today, even though you're obviously tired."
— CHIGIRI, rin, SAE, hiori
gives you customer service. you're thirsty? he's already making you a drink to quench your thirst. your hand is cramping from writing? he immediately takes your hand and massages it diligently. while he already expressed his love for you by doing basic things for you on a daily basis, it's during your late night study sessions that he does even more for you. he puts on hair clips in your hair knowing that you'd get pissed when this strand of hair keeps falling out, and he's feeding you your favorite snack as you're profusely writing down answers.
"honey, do you want more water? i'll get you a glass — you're probably thirsty from reading out loud so much..."
— KUNIGAMI, reo, zantetsu, GAGAMARU
sleeps. look — he genuinely loves you to the moon and back, but he also needs his rest. if he knows he's a loud snorer, he makes sure to sleep in another room so that he doesn't annoy you. you're guaranteed plenty of kisses tomorrow morning when he praises you for your hard work.
"i'm gonna sleep now, baby. join me soon, mm 'kay? i love you."
— NAGI, bachira, otoya, KAISER, shidou
© yoisami 2023. plagiarism, translation and distribution of my works outside of tumblr is not permitted.
#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki#blue lock#bllk#isagi yoichi#isagi x reader#barou shoei#barou x reader#yukimiya kenyu#yukimiya x reader#karasu tabito#karasu x reader#chigiri hyoma#chigiri x reader#itoshi rin#rin x reader#itoshi sae#sae x reader#hiori yo#hiori x reader#kunigami rensuke#kunigami x reader#mikage reo#reo x reader#zantetsu tsurugi#zantetsu x reader#gagamaru gin#gagamaru x reader#nagi seishiro#nagi x reader#bachira meguru
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CHAPTER ONE - WHAT I HAVE TO DO.
a/n: hey y'all! so, I tried to post this in response to the anon who asked for a snippet but I saved it as a draft and Tumblr ate it😭 SO THIS IS DEDICATED TO YOU, ANON, WHOEVER YOU ARE!! sorry babes!💔💖💖💖💖
its been a minute since I've written anything fully, this was fun!!! as always, please ignore any grammar/syntax/spelling. I proof read it but you feel me. I'm super excited to be writing something so long and multi chaptered and definitely out of my comfort zone! am I an action girly now? LMFAO but anyway, I'm super open to any feedback and 👀 as always, if you wanna see sum, say sum.
anyway, I love my science gays and I will stan shuriri forever. this is pretty much all angst at this point❤️🩹, but I truly hope you enjoy LMFAOOO. lmk how you feel.💗 (and yes, I love a good flashback real bad and ima do it every time if I can. not too much on me LMFAO)
✮ taglist: @mybonafidefeelings@zeezeecave@gr00vyminibus@lppriceisright@darkangelchronicles@princessmel-1995@xenaizogie@nanii2x, and tagging a few folks that enjoyed the sneak peak and a few shuriri/shuri/riri folks who might! @karimwillia @inmyheadimobsessed@mal-urameshi@somethingcleaverandwhitty@imjusthere2readbruv@imagineandwrite there's more but my computer glitching so we gonna get this show on the road! lmk if you'd like to join the taglist or check the link in my tagged post! love y'all, muah
✮ word count: 11,193
✮ panther divider: @firefly-graphics
✮ some of the xhosa translations are from @iinkonde! here's where you can find some of their amazing resources:
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Shuri paced the room that seemed to be growing smaller by the millisecond around her, searching for something - anything - inside of the brain most people considered the smartest in the universe to offer the scientist in front of her. She found nothing but the desperation she had been pushing down since the moment they met.
A desperation that mirrored the effects of the herb she had reproduced, also made from the desperation to save something that she felt was slipping through her fingers at the time. Just like the herb had found its way through her body when she first took it, this feeling spread from her throat as she choked when their eyes met as she pushed herself into the dorm room she was once again standing in. Down to her chest, pulling heart strings she didn’t know she had. Plucking them in a rhythm that felt intrinsic, ancestral, almost painful in the way that they made everything feel superimposed. She resisted, but she felt her toes and she felt her finger tips and she felt the curls framing her face dance above her eyes ever so gently. It spread through every atom that comprised the panther and she could barely breathe. She felt everything and she felt nothing, like she was sinking in an ocean of clouds. She could barely look at the woman who was staring back at her with a look of confusion, and an equal desperation that she couldn't explain.
Shuri still had nothing to offer in terms of speech. She paced at a speed that had only just registered as super fucking fast, clearly adding to the concern building in Riri's eyes.
"Shuri-" Riri started, but couldn't even try to finish as her voice had triggered the awaiting and building eruption in Shuri that it always did. Riri, if she did anything to Shuri, she made her feel things she wasn't used to feeling.
"Anything you want, just name it. It's yours. I'll make it happen. I'll build it myself. Just please don't do this. Please." Shuri froze in her place, finding herself begging for something she couldn't explain. She knew she was almost yelling at the other woman, which she would never do but she couldn't find the part of her that could compose herself. She was thankful for the kimoyo beads she had scattered in the room when she entered, enabling a silencing mode and cutting through anything that the government had tapped in Riri's room.
Riri froze too, only moving to fumble with her fingers nervously. She didn't have anything to offer the panther, the queen standing in front of her. She didn't have anything to comfort her friend. The woman she loved more than she could explain. More than almost anything.
"I don't... I don't want anything from you, Shuri... We both knew this day was coming. You had to have thought about it. I thought you were.. I don’t know... It almost felt like-"
"Please, Ri. Please. Just find something and I'll do it. I'll make it myself if I have to. Please just find something else."
"I don't want... I don't understand, Shuri. We only talked about this like twice, I didn't even think you cared that much or even had time to care about it... or me, really. Just... lets just sit down for a second." Riri tried to redirect, trying to give herself time to figure out what was going on. She felt her mind trying to run back through memories and conversations the two had shared in the past year and some change, but it was few and far between that they ever really had time to talk about their lives in depth lately. At first, they talked a lot after they had finally reconnected. They had even spent a few nights together. But lately, Shuri had been working a lot and it seemed like their connection was running dry. Riri had shared her plans a few months ago and hadn't really heard much back from the woman standing in front of her looking like she was fighting a battle she wasn't sure she'd win. Riri had committed herself to this, to showing up and doing what she felt she needed to do to make up for all the ruin she had caused - or at least what she thinks she caused. And now Shuri was trying to offer her a chance out of it. She didn't know what to do or what to think. That's something she felt often with the panther, she figured out. She had zoned out for only a split second before Shuri was grabbing her wrists and looking in her eyes.
"Riri, I'm begging you." Shuri stared into the Iron Heart's eyes, searching for something she knew she was missing. Something she needed the way she needed air, she felt. Riri searched back, trying to decipher something Shuri wasn't ready to let her see.
"Shuri, you know I feel responsible... But, I just.. I don't understand what's going on. What's wrong? Please just talk to me. It's okay." Riri tried to pull them closer, tried to grab the Panther's hand but her grip was too tight around her wrists. Shuri relaxed it, she hadn't intentionally been holding on so tight but she wasn't ready to let go. She's never been ready to let go of who she loves. She saw that same resolute look in Riri's eyes that was always there when she was sure about something. It broke something in Shuri that she knew she couldn't mend on her own. One final try, she told herself.
"I will give you anything under the sun. Please just don't go to them. Don’t go to him. I- I know you're trying to help and change things for the better, and you will. But not like this. Not until it's safe. He will find you, Riri. He will do anything to get to you and to get back at me. You know this and you still choose to go? You don’t have to make this easy for him. We can figure this out a different way. Please. I will give you access to all the technology Wakanda has to offer, just please find something else to focus on, to take place of this. Please."
Riri tried to pull her closer again but the panther moved back, sending a shiver of rejection up Riri's spine.
"I don't want anything from you, Shuri... I just want you. I- I mean I just want you to-"
Shuri felt her body getting hot and somehow freezing at the same time. Riri just wanted her? But she also wanted to go on this suicide mission, which is what it was regardless of what Riri thought of it. She fought back the defensiveness she felt crawling up her throat like it always did when she was hurt. She didn't want to lash out on Riri, she only wanted to protect her. She only wanted her to be safe, alive. She only wanted her. But it was to no avail. She felt the ferocious beast pull itself through her. She scorned herself as her words burned their way through her skin, landing on Riri's.
"You just want whatever you want. You just want to fight whatever moral war you have going on because you're the one who survived! You would give up your life for what? For who? Not for my mother! Not for me!"
Riri hadn't noticed the tears stinging down her cheeks until she saw the ones pouring out of Shuri's. It was something she had never seen before. She had seen Shuri lash out, though. She knew this was just the first wall of defense the panther had when she felt hurt, afraid, abandoned. She couldn't take this personally, though she had to fight back the sting of the words as they came at her. She reached out to try and touch the woman in front of her.
"Shuri, please. Let's just ta-"
"What?! Sit and talk? For what? For you to tell me again why you have to do this, why you have to go and die? Do you care so little for me? For yourself?"
"You know that's not true!"
"Why wouldn't it be true?! Ungayenza njani le nto kum!?"
"Please just listen to me! I don't know what's going on but we can talk about it! I'm right here, I'm right here!"
"But you won't be after this! You don't have to do this! Just let me try, let me show you that there's other things to give you purpose, there’s other ways we can handle this! PLEASE!" Shuri felt herself starting to cave in, her chest becoming a cavern filled with the screams of the orphaned girl inside of her. The girl who needed her family. The girl who couldn't save her brother. The girl who was held back from her mother as she drowned. The woman who loves women, specifically the woman in front of her who was planning to give herself up. She couldn't keep it together. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think.
"That's not for you to decide, Shuri!" Riri shot back, starting to feel the same layer of armor pull itself over her. She didn't like being yelled at. It triggered something in her that she herself had pushed back as far as it would go. She just needed to get Shuri to listen to her.
"I don't care! You can't do this Riri!"
"Please stop yelling at me!" Riri gave in, covering her ears and turning her back to the panther, who felt herself go still. She hadn't meant to unleash this part of herself. She felt embarrassment mixing with her desperation, afraid she had only made things worse. Who was she to be trying to control the actions of a woman she only met a little over a year ago? Who she was just friends with, and barely that if you based it off what normal friendships looked like. They rarely even spoke for longer than a few minutes every couple days and that wasn’t even true anymore. Shuri scorned herself for the time she hadn’t spent with her, for the time she had been forced to spend trying to fix, defend or save her country. She resented her royal blood now more than ever, wishing she could be nothing more than a girl again. Maybe a student. Maybe just different. Shuri felt herself starting to crack, she felt like she would disintegrate if she stood there any longer. She had done enough damage. She and Wakanda and the Talokan had put Riri through enough and she knew that. She could see why Riri would think this guilt was hers to bare but Shuri knew better, knew more secrets. She knew that her father and his father and so on hadn’t handled things right, and no matter the good T’Challa had tried to do - maybe he didn’t do it right either. So now it laid in her hands, forced once again to stand in the way of something she wasn’t ready for. She felt bad for herself, but she felt worse for Riri. She wishes she had never sent her home with the beads, that they had never touched hands, that they had never even met. Maybe if no one ever knew about Vibranium, no one would be trying to take it. Or maybe if the world had always known, if her ancestors had done things differently, this wouldn’t be Riri’s life. She was part of the lost tribe, as N’Jadaka would call it. Maybe he was right. She didn’t know what to think, but she also knew who she was, herself. She was the most powerful person on the surface world and she was the Queen of the most powerful nation in the world. And she was in love, helplessly, with Riri Williams. She would not let her go again.
"I am sorry for coming here and making you upset." Shuri said blankly, masking any emotions she had just shattered into the room as best as she could to regain any self control she had left.
Riri turned around, tears still swelling in her eyes. She hiccuped and it made Shuri's heart pound.
"I-it's okay. I just don't like b-being yelled at. Can we just sit and talk?"
Shuri nodded, knowing Riri needed a minute. Riri turned to grab a blanket off her bed to wrap herself in as she took a seat on the floor in front of her bed. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before motioning to Shuri to sit next to her. Shuri stared at her for a moment too long, before kneeling down next to her. They sat in silence that wasn't comfortable for the first time in a long time. Neither missed this feeling, the feeling of such uncertainty between them. Sure, it was always there, biting at the backs of their minds and hearts. But they had both worked hard to be comfortable with just having what they had. But now more than ever, neither was sure what was really going on. Shuri mirrored Riri, taking a few deep breaths. Riri felt herself relax, misreading the quiet sigh Shuri let out.
"Are we okay? I don't want us to fight. I just... need you to help me understand why you're so upset. It didn't seem like you even really cared about this. I know you've been busy with what you have going on so I just figured this... I.. wasn't really on your radar anymore."
Shuri stayed silent, fighting that feeling nudging her.
"Please say something." Riri pleaded quietly after a few too many more moments of silence. She couldn't stand it. Neither could Shuri. She needed to escape. Get out of the room, out of America. She needed to run and scream and break something. She needed to kill Namor. That was her only option, once again. She knew it would come. She knew the fate of her country would be in the air again, and part of her knew she shouldn’t do it. Equal parts yes and no. Blood on either hand, regardless of what choice she made. But she also knew that Riri's life was once again in question and there was only one answer Shuri would accept. She would deal with the aftermath the same way she had been. She would accept whatever came. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly, that maybe she would be exiled or worse, but she also knew she couldn't live with herself if Riri wasn't alive tomorrow, and that was enough for her right now. If Riri wouldn't listen, then there was only one choice.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Riri. It won't ever happen again."
Riri was startled at the sincerity in the Panther's voice. She was confused why that was what Shuri felt she had to focus on in the midst of whatever the hell was going on.
"It's okay, I promise. I'm not mad at you for yelling at me. I'm just confused..."
"It's not okay. This, whatever you're planning, whatever he's planning... None of this is okay." Shuri said, pinching between her eyes as she tried to swallow the same beast from just a few minutes ago.
"Shuri... it's not like before. It's not about him. It's not even just about what happened in Wakanda. You know I'm Iron Heart. You knew I was going to start doing these things at some point. Missions that weren’t just flying around Chicago and Boston stopping robberies. And you know that something has to be done. And I can’t let this go on again when we all know it’s my fault.” Riri sighed. “We all know it is. So, please just try to hear me..."
"I have always heard you, Riri."
Riri digested that sentence with a gulp. She replied after a moment.
"Then let me hear you, for once. Tell me why you're here. Tell me why you're reacting like this. Tell me who you are and what you're feeling. Let me in, Shuri." She said, reaching out to grab Shuri's hand again. The Panther's hand was hot, almost burning. She didn't pull away this time.
"I'm here because I lo-.. Because I won't let this happen." Shuri caught herself before she said something she couldn't explain. Riri looked into Shuri's eyes with a pleading, less sure look. Shuri couldn't hold it this time. She couldn't freeze. She couldn't tell Riri. She reminded herself what happens every time she loves someone. She reminded herself of what she was capable of and what needed to be done. Regardless if Riri ever shared her feelings or not, she would swear her life to protecting the woman until the day she met the ancestors and maybe after if she could. She would do whatever it took, every time, no matter what, she resigned to herself. She squeezed Riri's hand.
"What're you gonna do? Lock me in my room, Shuri? I don't get what's going on!" Riri pleaded.
"I would never. You are not a prisoner or someone I want to control. You are free to do as you please, just as I am. Please understand that much."
"What does that mean... Wait, please don't go!" Riri tugged back at Shuri's hand again as the Panther got up to leave. Shuri looked down at their hands touching, taking in every second that their skin touched. She remembered what it felt like to reconnect after a long time apart. She wishes she could live in it like she had before. She brought their foreheads together and closed her eyes.
"I will protect you with every part of me. The cost will never be too much."
"Shuri, please don't do what I think you're about to do..." Riri pulled Shuri's hands into hers and brought them to the sides of their faces. They were so close they could feel each other's breath on their lips. Riri prayed in her head that Shuri would listen to her, knowing the strength and power the woman in front of her wielded. Shuri choked out a pained laugh before kissing Riri's forehead and pulling away, taking in the scent of Ghanian Shea Butter and the sweet scent Riri always had.
"Andizukuphulukana nawe. Impilo yami ngeke ibe lutho ngaphandle kwakho, Riri Williams."
Before Riri could open her eyes, the Black Panther was gone, the sound of a closing door shaking Riri to her core. She felt like she was in shock, having nothing to do but curl into a ball and pull the blanket around her body, covering her face as she let the rest of the tears fall silently. She laid there for what felt like an eternity until she heard a familiar voice call out to her.
"Miss Williams?" Riri jumped up, running around her room tracking down the voice. She picked up a purple and black kimoyo bead and held it up, suddenly seeing several others connect like magnets from across the other corners of the room.
"Griot?!" Riri both yelled and whispered.
"Hello, Miss Williams. Are you feeling alright?" Griot asked as the AI began taking a scan of her body to check her vitals.
"I've been better... what's going on? Why are you here? Not that it's not nice to... well you get what I mean!"
"It seems you have suffered a panic attack of sorts. Please get some water and take a seat before I proceed."
Riri rolled her eyes with a tired huff, giving in because she knew Griot wouldn't budge until she obliged. She grabbed a half empty bottle of water from her desk and sat back down near her bed, pulling the blanket up around her. She suddenly felt the absence of Shuri in her space and fought back the tears threatening to make way through her as she pulled the bracelet on, watching it activate. She had felt this way before, but it was different now.
"Feeling better, Miss Williams?"
"Just Riri is fine, and I guess. Can you explain what's going on now, please Griot?"
"Yes, Miss Riri." Griot replied as a hologram of Stark Tech floated in front of the scientist. She felt even more confused.
"Why are you showing me Stark Tech?"
"The panther has created and assigned your own AI for you, it's name is VIV. It is nearly identical to the JARVIS, or Vision, that Tony Stark had. It has been being developed for over a year, and seems to have just finished."
"What the fu-"
"The Panther also has an updated version of your vibranium Iron Heart suit on it's way to your lab location, or garage currently. She has given you access to me as well, with some restrictions. She has instructed me to inform you of this when the AI download is complete."
Riri sat in even more shock than she was in before. She was even more confused about Shuri's intentions now. More confused about her feelings, than anything. She replayed the words the panther had said to her before she left, she knew some Xhosa but it wasn’t great.
"Can you translate what Shuri said to me in Xhosa before she left, Griot?" Riri asked, hoping for some clarity. Griot calculated for a moment, before answering.
"It would seem I am not permitted to complete that task at this time, Miss Riri."
Riri felt a pang of frustration rise in her, as she let out a laugh.
"Of course not... Can you tell me where the panther is right now?"
Griot took a moment again before answering.
"The Queen was on her way back towards Wakanda as of her last status, but it would seem she has powered off her location devices. Would you like me to contact her for you?"
Riri sat for a moment, considering her options and her own feelings.
"No, that's alright Griot. We're going to my lab. Can you help me boot up VIV when we get there? We're going on a trip."
"As you wish, Miss Riri."
Riri stood up, grabbing a hoodie and sliding on some J's. Before she walked out the door, she slid on the kimoyo beads and asked a final question.
"Oh, one last thing Griot. Can you turn on privacy mode? I would like my location hidden from everyone, including the Panther. Can you do that?"
"It seems I can, but I would not advise that action Miss Riri. There are safety protocols in place that the Panther can activate for you remotely."
"That's fine, just turn it on. I have my own safety protocols."
"As you wish, Miss Riri."
"Thank you, Griot."
Riri made her way to her garage in no time, paying no mind to the world around her or the messages on her phone from MJ about their project. When she got there, she did decide to shoot her a quick text explaining that she was heading home to Chicago for a family emergency, that MJ could find her portion already done on a small drive in her room and that she had permission to break in, and that she would make it up to her later. MJ did reply, but Riri didn’t have time for that. She got to work, with the help of Griot, or the portion of him that she was allowed to operate, and booted up her own AI and implemented it into her nano suit. The one from wakanda was on its way but wouldn’t be there in time. Thankfully, she didn’t have to meet with Namor for another day and a half. She needed to think quickly but after working everything out with her suit, she was unsure where to go from there.
“Griot, can I use both you and VIV?”
“Yes, but you likely will not need me once the AI is turned on. I will be there when you need me, though Miss Riri.”
“Thank you Griot.” Riri smiled to herself, always fond of Griot and their robot voice. It made her think about the time she spent in the lab with Shuri, where they would borderline argue and Riri would laugh at them. This brought back that pang in her stomach and chest. She got to work on turning on and engaging with the AI so that it could mold to her needs, voice and patterns. After about an hour, she felt ready to head off. Except she had no idea how to get to Wakanda, let alone how to get in. She ruffled through her bookbag to find the information Namor had sent for her. A small teal envelope with her name on it, looking like it was written with a quill and ink. She shuddered at the thought of how old this man was and how intentional he had been to get this note to her. She opened it and read over it again, hoping to find more information than last time. Then, an idea came to mind.
“Hey VIV, and Griot, not that I don’t think you can handle it by yourself VIV. But uh, can you both scan this for me? I don’t have my Black light. Look for anything and everything. Cross reference what you find, if anything. Please.”
“Yes IronHeart.” “Yes, Miss Riri.” They both answered in tandem. While they got to work, Riri sat down finally to think about what she could do. She couldn’t exactly call up the avengers to help her figure this out. She had to be lowkey, she had to be smart, and she needed it to work. She had only been to Wakanda once, and wasn’t really in the know about how to travel there let alone get through the border forcefield. As she went over all she did know, trying to remember any details that would help, the AI duo alerted her.
Griot speaking first, since VIV seemed to sense a deeper trust from the IronHeart’s patterns.
“There are markings on the back that would indicate a geolocation where Namor would like you to meet.”
“So, coordinates? I can work with that.” Riri said out loud, still trying to figure out exactly how she could work with that. Until she looked over at her father’s red car, in pristine condition thanks to Shuri. And it dawned on her.
“Griot, do you have contact information for anybody besides Shuri?”
“I have contact information for Queen Shuri, and Okoye, former general of the Dora Milage.”
“Perfect. Please contact her now.”
“Yes, Miss Riri.”
“Wait, before you do, please transfer this contact information over to VIV. I’m not sure if Shuri knows that I have VIV yet, but in case she does, I don’t doubt that she would shut you down.” Riri explains to her favorite robot as if they needed it. Griot complied and sent a call out to Okoye.
Riri waited, holding her breath. She wasn’t sure is Okoye would answer, or even be willing to help. But this is what she had to work with.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Okoye answered.
“Small girl. Is everything alright?” Okoye answered seeming cheerful enough to hear from the girl but not without worry for the cause. Riri took a deep breath and explained the situation, truthfully, to the best of her ability. Somehow, as a surprise to both of them, Okoye was on her way in a matter of minutes as a Midnight Angel, with a jet that Shuri had let her keep. They both knew Shuri would be upset, but somehow it didn’t matter enough to let her get to Namor. They both knew what could happen, and what Shuri would likely do.
No time was wasted when Okoye arrived, Riri running in the open hatch as fast as she could. Okoye pulled off without a trace, both of them hoping they hadn’t alerted any American law enforcement this time.
Okoye charted course for Wakanda and they both sat in near silence for most of the ride, only sharing a few words when Riri boarded, Riri showing Okoye the letter before she began piloting. They would make it in time. Riri sat near the back, not feeling like she belonged at the mantle of the machine. She had always liked these, having begged Shuri to teach her how to fly one before they set off for war. Riri sunk into her feelings that she had been trying to keep at bay since finding out about the AI. Before Shuri came, she honestly really wasn’t sure what she was going to do or how she was going to do it. But it seemed like the timing would suggest that she was supposed to, whether she really wanted to believe that or not. She didn’t want to believe that she was this horrible monster who brought death and destruction with her everywhere she went, but sometimes she really did. She tried to fight those thoughts back and began to feel the weight of her body, sinking into the seat. Sinking was a familiar feeling to her. She tried to remember how to swim in her own thoughts. She remembered how Shuri would talk her through her episodes. How she would call right away when she sensed anything off, even if Riri wasn’t wearing her beads. She remembered how it felt to think everything would be okay, and how often that was proved to be untrue.
It was too easy to remember. Too easy to feel like it was just yesterday. Riri couldn't keep her mind from wandering back in time while the Wakandan jet made its way through the air. Trying to focus on anything else, trying to pay attention to the Dora silently flying or guarding the exit, trying to watch the sky around her. Anything. She couldn't bite down hard enough on the inside of her cheek, leaving a sore mark wasn't enough to keep her mind from its current occupation.
"What are you doing here?!" The shorter of the two screamed, almost screeched as she ran into the panther's arms.
"I had some time to myself finally. Where else would I go?" Shuri chuckled as she picked the scientist up.
"You could literally go anywhere in the world and probably... out of the world? At this point with Wakandan tech." Riri explained, seriously, as she hung onto the slim but toned body holding her off the ground with ease, not realizing she was holding on as tight as she was. Not realizing there was nowhere else Shuri would have gone. Nowhere.
"You're so... anyway, what should we do?"
"How long do we have?" Riri asked as she pulled back, not even trying to contain her wide grin that was plastered across her face. Shuri recorded it to memory, as she always did with the smaller woman's features.
"96 hours. Well, 96-ish, less now that we've been standing here debating where I could've gone." Shuri jokes as she lets go, making sure Riri found her footing.
"Shut up! Four days?! We have so much to do!" Riri definitely screeched this time, pretending to slap Shuri's arm. Fighting the urge to grab it and pull her in, Shuri picks up Riri's book bag from where she dropped it and places it in her desk chair as she walks to the bed and pulls her own bag out from under the bed.
"Exactly how long have you been here? You seem comfortable." Riri jokes as she grabs two waters from her mini fridge and hops up on her bed.
"I am." Shuri chuckles at the sight of the shorter woman having to jump to get on the bed. "And since your first class."
"Are you serious?! Why didn't you say anything dickhead?!"
"Ouch!" Shuri feigns pain as she catches the pillow Riri throws at her head and plops on the bed next to her. "I had a few things to handle, and needed to secure the dorm building. I didn't want to disrupt your day, I know midterms are coming up no?"
"Yeah, they are but you could've let a bitch know! I would've cleaned!" Riri states, noticing that she sounds much like her mother.
"I like your mess." Shuri smiles.
"Shut up. How did you secure the whole dorm building?"
"Well, I hope you don't mind. I have beads in every corner of the building. And a few around campus as well. Including in here. Is that alright with you?"
"Sheesh. Do I have a choice?" Riri jokes, but Shuri nervously answers.
"Yes of course! If it's not comfortable for you, I can sleep at a hotel. I should've asked, I'm sorry about that. Next time I'll-"
"There's a next time too?"
"Well, if you'd li-"
"Are you crazy?! Of course! And yeah yeah, that's all fine with me. I get it. Don't start worrying about it or nun. I was just curious."
Shuri's smile returns and she relaxes back into the bed. It was oddly comfortable, being that the last time she was here was before the war. Sure, they'd been talking for months over facetimes and calls. And texts. And letters.. oddly, but not to them. They were both truly as desperate as they felt, but excused it since it seemed mutual - opting to call it a mutual interest in friendship, as opposed to what it really was in the bigger picture. And sure, they had seen each other one other time, but it was so brief that it shouldn't really count - although it did, to both of them.
Shuri had arrived at an American event in Boston, forced to show face by the elders after the uproar surrounding her mother and everything. She felt it was too soon and didn't make sense to attend a tech gala when none of it was even touching Wakandan tech. But regardless, she put on her best suit and went, disregarding the elder's request for her to wear traditional royal attire. She sat there, wishing she hadn't come, while big investors droned on. The only part that peaked her interest was listening to the stories of young inventors. They reminded her of herself, so excited and in a hurry. They reminded her of someone else too. Someone she had been longing to see since she left Wakanda only a few months ago at the time.
Shuri muddled around the thought of calling Riri, or just showing up at her dorm. She knew she had responsibilities to attend to the next afternoon after she returned home, and it really hadn't been that long. Maybe Riri wasn't ready to see her yet? Or maybe she never would be. Or maybe Shuri had really made their connection up in her own mind. Or maybe she didn't? And maybe she should just call her, or maybe send her a quick text to keep it more casual? Keep what, casual exactly? She wasn't sure. She paced around her own mind anxiously the entire night, not realizing it was her turn to speak until the Doras were next to her asking if she was alright. She collected herself and headed to the stage, performing a speech much like her brother had about the importance of innovation, supporting the youth - especially the Black and Brown youth, etc. She meant what she said but she hardly felt as connected or present with it as she was when she wrote it. Still circling her mind was her favorite innovator, the scientist who made everything make sense to her. Pining so badly, by the end of her speech she had resolved to call Riri. Faking her smiles through the eruption of clapping and handshakes as she left the stage, she made her way back to her seat while the closing speech began - only to lose her resolve when Ayo bent down to whisper a reminder of their exit plan and their intended arrival time back in Wakanda.
She had known it was a foolish thought. Who even knew what the small scientist would be doing at this time? She could be working, studying, partying. God, Shuri hoped not but recoiled at her own thoughts. She wasn't heteronormative and she wasn't the toxic type. She just also felt jealous of anybody and anything that got to be around Riri when she wasn't. Which was most times. Essentially all the time. Really, she reasoned with herself, she had only been around Riri for a few days and it had been against her will anyway. Maybe she really was making all of this up in her head.
The Queen of Wakanda continued her mental pace as she made her exit, later than most guests and certainly not from the front entrance. She walked through the beautiful building with the Doras who were talking amongst themselves about logistics, seemingly all having caught onto another one of Shuri's "moods". Shuri paid them no mind, as they expected, while she began brooding. What was the point of coming to America, aside from like... the actual point, politically - if not to see her scientist? She caught herself scoffing at "her scientist", making fun of herself in her head as they headed outside and around the back when the Doras suddenly stood alert around her. Shuri looked around her and back at her beads quickly, doing a quick scan of their surroundings, only to hear a small, out of breath "Hey" from her left.
"Williams?"
"Yeah, yeah.. haha. Hoo. Crazy catching you here." Riri joked awkwardly as she tried to catch her breath from clearing having run.
"Yes, well I was-"
"Giving a speech. I saw on tv. Just happened to be in the neighborhood myself so I figured I'd uh, say hi." Riri cut the Panther off as she caught her bearings and finally made eye contact. Shuri made contact back, silently signaling for the Dora to drop their guard. Ayo looked between them but of course followed command. Shuri stepped between them and closer to the scientist, who was now twiddling her fingers and looking anywhere but at Shuri. Just like she did in Wakanda. Just like Shuri had replayed in her head a billion times over. While Shuri took the absence of eye contact as a chance to damn near gawk at the smaller woman, Riri was doing her own mental laps.
She also questioned her intentions and if she had been making this all up. She also questioned how crazy she must look, showing up here like this. She couldn't stop herself, leaving MJ, Peter and Ned in her OWN room after they had been flipping through channels and Riri caught a glimpse. That was all it took, one, maybe two seconds and she was out the door. And granted, she kind of was in the neighborhood. If you consider being four miles away in the neighborhood. She had considered grabbing her car from the garage but figured it would take too long, so she jumped in her nano suit her and Peter had been working on (that definitely still needed some work), and flew over. Of course she couldn't land in front of everyone, so she landed in a park a few blocks away and took off on foot. None of which she will EVER tell anybody, although she could barely remember her excuse to the three friends she left in her dorm as she forced herself to look back up and meet Shuri's eyes.
"In the neighborhood?"
"You could say that." Riri joked awkwardly again.
This made Shuri laugh. Riri had that effect on her, she had learned during their late night lab sessions. Even in the midst of the grimmest of days and a literal war, Riri had Shuri laughing so hard she cried a few times. They both seemed to be thinking back while they laughed together and smiled at each other shyly until Ayo cleared her throat.
"We must get going, Kumkanikazi." Both women seemed to jump a bit, having been pulled out of their staring contest. Riri shuddered at hearing Shuri be called that, she recognized it from when Okoye would speak about Queen Ramonda. She had done her best to pick up on as much of the language as she could when she was there, for some reason unknown to her - she just figured it would come in handy. But now, hearing it and knowing it meant Queen, shook her to her core. She remembered why she hadn't reached out, the guilt that sat in her bones about it. She nearly turned on her heels until she heard Shuri speak.
"One moment please."
"My Queen, we really must-" Ayo begun speaking in Xhosa but was cut off by the Panther Queen.
"Please. One moment." Shuri said, a command but almost begging, not turning to face the general one step to the side of her. She pulled at the necklace around her neck and Ayo nodded silently.
"I will ready the jet." Ayo answered and turned around, her and the two other Dora briskly walking to the jet that was just now coming into Riri's focus. She assumed it was using the new camouflage tech she had heard mentioned before she left Wakanda.
"Those things get cooler every time."
"Yeah, I suppose they do." Shuri laughed half heartedly. They both tried to speak but cut each other off.
"So-"
"I do-"
"You first." They both sheepishly smiled as they spoke in unison. but Riri insisted. "Go ahead, please."
Shuri would've resisted if she wasn't so desperate and struggling against showing it.
"How have you been? I've mis- I've been wondering. We haven't spoken since you left." Shuri caught herself, suddenly feeling like twiddling her fingers and looking at her shoes too but she resisted that too. She was good at resisting.
"Oh.. well yeah. I've been. You know, school, work. Just been trying to get through the semester. I wanted to re- well I wondered how you've been too."
"I've been, too." Shuri shrugged with a smile. She wanted to know more, everything. To devour the stories Riri could tell her, even the most mundane. She wanted to know what pencils she used to write equations and what she thought of the food in her cafeteria. Riri just smiled, feeling the weight again. She knew Shuri hadn't been good, and she knew she hadn't either.
"Can I ask you-" They both spoke in unison again.
"You first." Riri insisted again, before Shuri could. Shuri didn't like it but she also didn't have much time to waste.
"Why didn't you reach out?" She asked, leaving Riri out of breath all over again. After a second that seemed like a million, Riri answered.
"I didn't know how." She said truthfully.
"I left you beads. Maybe I should've left a note too. I'm sorry, I figured you'd-"
"No, no. Not like that. I figured that out, it was actually pretty easy." Riri smiled, thinking about how much fun it was to try to get the beads to work. Fun until it wasn't. Fun until she heard Shuri's voice message and left it for months.
"Then you didn't want to?"
"No, I did. I just didn't know... how. I didn't know what to say, or how to say it. But trust me, I wanted to. I really wanted to." Riri said earnestly and more quiet than she intended. Shuri believed her and took her answer, even if she didn't like it. Again resisting herself. Resisting Riri.
"I understand. Thank you for letting me know. Well..." She looked back at the Jet and sighed. They made eye contact before Shuri decided it would be best to count her losses in her own country, turning to leave.
"Wait, I still have a question!" Riri almost shouted. "If that's okay... of course." She said more quiet. Shuri turned around eager to hear. Hoping. Resisting. But hoping. She nodded her head.
"Well..." Riri twisted her fingers around in her hands. She still didn't know what to say or how to say it. But she didn't have much time to waste.
"Well?" Shuri asked, trying not to sound pushy but anxious to know.
"Is it too late?" Riri asked, looking back up at the woman in front of her. The face she had committed to memory, but a bit different. More mature. Somehow even more beautiful. Shuri said nothing.
"...To reach out... To talk?" Riri finally drove it home, sending a silent prayer to whoever would answer that she wouldn't further embarrass herself.
Startling the both of them, Shuri's beads lit up and Ayo's face appeared.
"My apologies my Queen, but if we do not leave in the next three minutes, you may be late to your engagements tomorrow."
"Yes, thank you. I'm coming." Shuri said back, eyes still on Riri.
Riri felt defeated as she watched the panther tuck her beads back up her sleeve. It probably was too late. And who knows. Maybe it was the right thing to do to not stay in contact. Maybe that's what was best for Wakanda or Shuri. She remembered her mother always telling her that sometimes "doing the right thing feels like shit". In this case, she thought, it felt worse than shitty.
That was until Shuri grabbed her hand. Softly, almost too soft in comparison to what you'd expect from a super powered panther. It was so soft yet sent a shiver through Riri, like electricity was coursing through her. Like her heart was beating for the first time. The eye contact was somehow not as awkward as it was a second ago when they were standing a few feet apart. It was like they were all alone.
"Use the beads. If they need to charge, just set them in the sun but they shouldn't."
"Oh- Okay. I will. I will." Riri said twice, almost like she was confirming with herself first and the Shuri.
"Good." Shuri smiled. She took a step closer before she heard another beep on her own beads. Before the General could speak, Shuri was already responding.
"I heard you. I'm coming."
She looked at Riri again and sighed, and suddenly Riri saw just how exhausted the Panther really was. And maybe something else too. Shuri stepped back again, not wanting to let go of Riri's hand.
"It'll never be too late. I'll see you soon?" Shuri said, finally letting go and letting the physical distance regrow between them, hoping that the emotional distance wouldn't grow again too.
Riri watched as the panther walked back to the jet and boarded, looking back only once, only long enough to catch Riri's small wave but not return it. The younger scientist stood there feeling disassociated, unsure of what to do next. Really, she knew she had to go back to her dorm and go back to living her real life just like she had after she left Wakanda. Although, as dreary as that still seemed to her, this time felt different. Like there was something to look forward to, if she had the balls to actually use the beads like Shuri had said. She mulled over whether or not it was an instruction or a question from the Panther as she chose not to watch the jet fly off behind her. She heard the media start to buzz again when they heard the jet, upset that they had missed the person they were waiting for. Yet, Riri stood there and stared at the ground where Shuri was just standing. She still felt that pathetic feeling, and worried that she hadn't had a chance to explain how she found Shuri or even knew she would be there. She felt the weight of grief again, after seeing how tired Shuri looked when you really looked at her. And she felt guilty, for feeling excited. For feeling the butterflies she always pretended she didn't feel. She wondered, briefly, how Shuri was feeling right now but per usual, tried not to wonder too much as to not become delusional. She knew better than anybody that assuming to know how someone else thinks is the worst mistake you can make.
Shuri, back in the jet that was flying faster than she would like, was afflicted by similar thoughts. She wondered how Riri had found her and wondered if she really was as lucky as that just felt. She wondered why the girl even came. She wondered if she thinks about her too. She wondered if Riri would use the beads. She sat awake, replaying every moment of their time together since their first encounter over and over until they arrived in Wakanda, despite the Doras concerns for her not getting rest. Shuri would rest when things were well enough for her to rest, she told herself, but even she was starting to notice the cracks. She knew she could only stay awake for so many days until her body would shut down. She had secretly tried some of the elixirs and teas that both Nakia and Aneka had sent her, and she had read what Okoye sent her after hearing everything. She had slept every now and then, but it was never restful. It was never without torment from some figment of her mind taking shape of someone she wasn't ready to face - whether that be Namor, N'jdaka, or her mother. She always prayed for T'Challa to appear, who she wasn't sure if she was ready to see but longed for the comfort of his voice or face, but each time her body fell asleep, her mind fell into a well pit of despair.
That is, until later that night. Shuri had been through her daily responsibilities after making it back to Wakanda. Once her meetings were over, she made her way to the lab. She did her best to avoid checking the status of Riri's beads, trying to keep her mind busy as she usually did. It was harder this time, knowing that she'd actually spoken to the girl. After bopping around a bit, her body started to feel the weight of the past few days. She hadn't been physically training as much as she should've the past few weeks, because she knew it would knock her out but she was starting to feel stiff. She finally let up and sat down at one of her desks in a back room of the lab after Griot had let her know her vitals. She didn't usually sit in this room, so she hadn't been aware of what was placed in there. As she lazily sifted through the papers on the desk to try to keep her mind occupied, she saw blueprints for Riri's Iron Heart suit. The same feeling of nervousness and excitement rose in her as she more hurriedly looked over them. Despite all the work they did together, she never really got to see too much of Riri's initial process from scratch. She ran her slender fingers over Riri's pencil marks, reading over all her notes to herself.
With a yawn, Shuri sat back and relished in the fact that Riri actually existed. Sometimes, when Shuri was really out of it, she couldn't believe that everything really happened. She was sometimes convinced she would wake up and her mother would still be here, or that Riri was just a figment of her desperate imagination. Sure, having her mother back would be... well, everything. But it scared Shuri to think Riri might not have been real, that she didn't really happen. She felt selfish for this, knowing that Riri's life would probably be better without the trauma she endured in Wakanda. But nevertheless, Shuri held on tight to the memories she had of the woman, hoping that they would be enough for her.
She thought about how it felt to hold Riri's hand, to touch her skin again. It was just as soft and delicate as it had been when they parted ways a few months ago. Her face looked the same, maybe more mature in some ways. She looked tired too, underneath the face she put on for other people. They had gotten past that with each other during their long nights alone working together in the lab.
She thought about what it would feel like to fall asleep in Riri's bed. The mattress probably wasn't super comfortable but she remembers all the colorful pillows she has, messily strewn across the surface. The different colored blankets would probably fit them both well, even with the little space a twin bed supplies. They would have to be close, touching. Shuri imagined breathing in sync, feeling Riri's ribcage rise and fall in her arms while they were pressed against each other. She thought about how Riri smells. She's been trying to replicate it for months. She thought about breathing her in, laying her face in the crook of her neck and sleeping. Not thinking. Sleeping. Not even having to dream. She thought about waking up next to her, seeing her sleeping still until Shuri shifted too much by accident. Riri waking up and no doubt saying something funny. Or soft. Or just saying hello. How her eyes would look. She thought about not being afraid to make it real, that in her thoughts she didn't have to pretend that these touches were by accident or out of necessity. That they could spend an eternity, wrapped in colorful blankets, sleeping and touching skin to skin. That maybe Riri would feel the same, and they would laugh about how long it took to figure it out. That they would laugh until they couldn't, and talk until they couldn't, and then they would kiss. And everything would melt away, and neither would know where their skin would begin or end. And they would kiss until they couldn't. And they'd sleep.
She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep at the desk until she heard Griot's voice.
"Sorry to startle you, Panther. But, Miss Williams is trying to contact you. How would you like me to proceed?"
Shuri was shook, unsure of what she looked like or even what time it was. She felt nervous. She felt groggy, not even sure if this was real either. Nevertheless, she answered.
"Patch me through, please."
She waited a moment with bated breath, hoping this wasn't a dream or some fluke. Until she heard a familiar voice.
"Hello?" Riri asked, sounding nervous herself. Shuri wondered what time it was there, too.
"Hey." She said, in a more relaxed tone. Even if this wasn't real, it was still the best dream she'd had in months. Maybe ever.
And they talked, for a long time. Eventually working through any awkwardness. Riri never explained how she made it to the Panther, and the Panther never asked. She did explain, however, why it took so long for her to call. Shuri just listened and let herself laugh, like she'd been dreaming about. Finally feeling free for a little bit, even if it was just for a little bit.
On the other side of things, once Riri had cleared everyone out of her room when she got back and promising to explain to MJ later, she had sat down and thought about what to do. That turned into pacing and talking outloud. She had been avoiding the beads like the plague for months, unsure of what to do. Unsure of what choice would cause the least harm, since she already felt guilty for what she had caused. She found herself awake all night feeling anxious. She left for class that morning, deciding that she would get through her day and take a nap. She would figure it out after that. What she didn't tell Shuri, is how hard its been to sleep since she left Wakanda, or really even how hard it was while she was there. But when she tried to take a nap, she realized that all she dreamed about this time was Shuri and how soft her hand was when they had touched and how peaceful it felt to talk to her, even if only for a few moments and only a few words. She decided when she woke up that even if they ended up never talking again, she would keep her promise and use the beads.
And that's what she did. And that's what they kept doing, for weeks and months. They talked, they listened, they laughed, and on rare occasion, fell asleep. Both free from nightmares, even if just for a little while. Until Shuri finally arrived.
And finally, they had some time to really figure things out. Shuri promised she wasn't missing anything important by being there, and that she had allotted enough time. Riri was still unsure about it but couldn't resist the opportunity to finally see the woman she had been pining over for months - as a friend, of course.
As Riri remembered back fondly, she had forgotten what was ahead of her until she was jolted by turbulence that was usually well controlled by the Wakandan tech in the fighter jet. She couldn't process how she could possibly be on her way to confront the man that almost killed her and did actually kill the Queen of Wakanda. She couldn't fathom that she was racing there, against her love, her best friend, to make sure she didn't kill him first. Suddenly her clothes all felt too tight, and her suit felt heavy despite being nano. Suddenly the air felt hot and her lungs felt empty and she felt dizzy. She had felt all of this before, a panic attack. Riri Williams was no stranger to a panic attack. Not before Wakanda, and definitely not after. Though, for the past few months, she had always had Shuri to help ground her. Now, she was floating in the air, literally and figuratively. Everything was moving so fast. She felt herself spiraling and cursing herself in the process, unable to stop it but ashamed nonetheless. She had worked hard, since she was younger, to have a control over her emotions and thoughts. She needed to, especially if she was going to take this super hero shit serious. Especially if she was going to be there for her mom and sister after her dad passed. Especially if she was going to make it. But she felt that control slowly ripping itself to shreds, doing a number on all the mental blocks she had in place. She couldn't lose Shuri. She couldn't be the cause of another war in Wakanda. She couldn't live with the guilt. She couldn't let Shuri get hurt, or worse, for her again. Even if it meant confronting a man much more powerful than her. Even if it meant losing. Even if it meant drowning all over again.
Suddenly, she felt a cool hand grace the side of her cheek. She felt her suit dematerialize around her until it was just a bracelet again. She felt Okoye kneel down in front of her, eyes kinder than they usually were. She felt her pull her in close and squeeze. The pressure of the embrace bringing Riri back into her body. They stayed like that until Riri could breathe again.
She went to apologize as Okoye pulled back silently, just as she had appeared, but she was cut off.
"Aht aht. There is no need." Okoye softly but firmly let her know, sitting down next to her. They had never been this close before. Riri looked over to see the jet flying itself. The first time she saw that happen she was crazy nervous, but she's grown to trust both Wakandan tech and Okoye. After a few moments of silence, Okoye spoke again.
"I know what she means to you, you know."
Riri looked at her finally, noticing how somber her eyes really looked. She had seen those eyes before, but not like this. Okoye continued, looking back out the windows.
"I was T'Challa's right hand. I saw it all, from the beginning to the end. I saw him be the panther, I saw him be the king. I saw him be Shuri's brother." Riri felt a pang in her at the use of Shuri's name. She listened.
"And I saw him fall in love. I saw him devote himself to Nakia, and I saw her unravel at the loss of him - until she left. I saw it all, as much as I could. And I often wondered why I didn't feel the way they seemed to feel when my husband betrayed me and Wakanda. But their love... it was pure. It was something out of this world, it was something built into them." Okoye sighed, feeling grief in many directions. Riri found herself fighting back tears again until Okoye looked at her with different eyes, almost loving eyes this time.
"I have seen that kind of love before and that is how I know you have it. Both of you. And that is how I know we will figure this out." Okoye looked at her and squeezed her hand again, affirming what she said. They both heard the AI tell them they were approaching in the next 5 minutes. Through her tears that were now shamelessly falling down her face, Riri gulped out a question, in true Riri fashion.
"Do you think you will ever love like that?"
"I already do." Okoye said, getting up and adjusting herself to get back to the front of the plane to chart their secret entrance into Wakanda. Riri looked confused.
"Ngudade wethu." Okoye answered again, before sitting down and being who she needed to be. Riri knew what she said, and knew that she was right. About all of it.
As they prepared themselves, Riri suited up and made her way to the front of the plane.
"Where did he say to meet?" The midnight angel asked Riri. She sent the coordinates to the jet and looked at them wistfully. She hadn't really thought about where she might actually be going to "talk" to him when she was rushing to get herself to Wakanda. She jumped when Okoye gasped.
"What?! What is it?!" Worry filled her from head to toe again, hoping it had nothing to do with Shuri.
"That bastard... We are going to have to find a way to break into the palace. He wants to meet in the throne room."
Riri was speechless, knowing that this was a tactic to try to make her feel weak. She also couldn't deny that it was working. She felt her heart rate increase at the thought of being back in there. Of seeing the place where she almost died. Of... all of it. She had visited many times in her dreams, all against her will. And now she would face him there, against her will. She knew he was doing this to weaken her resolve, much like her and Shuri did with the dehydrating jet. She knew his intent all along, but this certainly solidified it.
Riri tried to make peace with dying in Wakanda. Once again, her mom wouldn't know where she was or how any of this happened. She wondered what lie they would tell her. She wondered if she would fight or just give herself to him. She wondered what Shuri would do, knowing this wouldn't end well no matter what she did. But she held her mind together as best as she could. She knew she had to meet him before she did. She knew she had to do what she could to prevent a second war. Okoye knew too, looking at her and then pulling up her own beads to try and locate Shuri.
"The Panther's location services are currently offline." The Ai spoke to them.
"Let us pray she is behind us and not ahead of us."
"Will she know where to find us?"
"We are about to break into the most secure place on the planet earth. I'm sure everyone will know where to find us in a matter of moments." Okoye answered and they shared a look.
"I hope you know, I will fight until the end with you. I have stood with the Wakandan throne my whole life. I have stood with Shuri and those that came before her. I have stood for the safety of my people as best as possible, but I have made my own mistakes before. I will stand with you, now, Riri. No matter the outcome."
Riri felt the pull of her tear ducts again but different this time. Okoye reminded her of her own sister, and of her own mistakes. She reached out a hand and found Okoye's. They held hands until it was time to land.
Once they had maneuvered their way into the country using Okoye's knowledge as former general and her new disguising tech, which Riri made a note to recreate if she made it out of this, Riri followed Okoye into the dense jungle around them.
"The best chance we have is to stay low until we can't anymore, and then charge in. The Doras won't see it coming but they will react, with their full might as they've been trained to do. Even to me. Our goal is not to harm any Wakandans, but we have to get to the throne room before he does. I will do my best to reason with Ayo and Aneka but they will resist a meeting with him there. Once we spot him, we must draw him away from the palace. Even if it means drawing him to the sea. Remember that he is most powerful near water."
Riri nods as she listens. Okoye wishes there were another way.
"Remember that if we see Shuri, we may already be too late. We must keep them separate. I do not know if she will choose peace a second time. Not when it concerns you."
"I don't want her to do this, I hope you know. You were right. You were right about it all. I love her. But I don't want her to risk everything for me. You all already have and I can't live with that. I can't live with any of this. I don't want to die but... But I can't let everyone else die for me either." Riri spits out, hoping she's being believed. She means it. Okoye looks at her and hears Nakia's voice in her head. "I just know his spirit. It is simple in that way for me."
"Ndiyawazi umoya wakho. I believe you. And I will fight to make sure no one has to die today, unfortunately even him if it means peace."
"Thank you."
"Thank you, small girl."
"For what?" Riri asked, genuinely surprised since most of the mayhem the past few months has been a result of her actions - intentional or not.
"For giving her something to hold onto again. Something to believe in." Okoye answered truthfully. Riri didn't know what to say but she took in what the older woman said, against trusting her. After a few moments of silence, it was time.
"Stand behind me and do not fly until I tell you. If you enter the air space anywhere near the palace, you will be shot down before you can count to one. Do you understand?" Riri nodded.
She did understand. Now, more clearly than ever.
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#black sapphic#riri williams#Shuri Udaku#iron heart#black panther#black panther wakanda forever#black wlw#marvel#SHURIRI#SCIENCE GAYS#SORRY FOR THE ANGST BUT I HAD TO
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hola it's my 15 questions for 15 friends.. thank you for the tag @the-lonelyshepherd<33
yeah I plagiarised your cut what are you gonna do about it
(are you named after anyone?)
not my first name but I got my middle name from one of my great-great aunts or something I'm not 100% sure
(when was the last time you cried?)
probably about 3-4 nights ago when I was crying a weeny bit over misty quigley but the last time I FR cried was like 2 and 1/2 weeks ago when I finished aurora by kim stanley robinson which was AUUgh
(do you have kids?)
I count many of my sims and OCs as my children but no I don't really
(what sports do you play?)
I HATE sports but I'm very unfit so I'll probably have to start cycling again yayy
(do you use sarcasm?)
I dabble.
(what's the first thing you notice about someone?)
I genuinely couldn't tell you. probably their eyebrows idk
(what's your eye colour?)
it's green in the middle bit and brown everywhere else. some people call it hazel I call it beer bottle
(scary films or happy endings?)
I hate both<3 happy endings can be ok I guess but I'm biased because I'm trying to write a fanfic (trying😒) which does not have a happy ending. but it's the happiest ending possible! I love tragedy
(where were you born?)
hopital
(any talents?)
I can write. if I so choose. I can also go very long without consuming any fluid and factorise quadratic equations
(do you have any pets?)
I count many of my sims and OCs as my pets but no I don't really
(how tall are you?)
idk like 160-something centimetres, so like. just below average. shortest in my family (AAAAAA!!) because I inherited the weeny genes from my maternal grandparents
(favourite subject at school?)
I like physical geography and maths occasionally
(dream job?)
would love to do something geography related like volcanology, seismology OR something like meteorology (more physics based). might be interesting to do environmental science-related work. if nothing works out I'll become a maths teacher and die before I retire. being an author would be cool but definitely as a supplement to a reliable job. right now (I need a job) I'd do great in a garden centre or as a swim assistant. if any employers are listening (leave my tumblr immediately if so!!)
optional tag list (scary I hate tagging.. guys you don't have to do it)
@ambp (so people don't think you're a botgirl), @sickfade, @holyfacehead, @stonergirrrlwrites, @namnjj, @bratyonce, @aziraphaleapologist
if you're supposed to tag 15 people I'm fucked😋😋 I have intimidating mutuals guys and several shep has tagged. if we are moots but I didn't tag you consider yourself a) very scary and b) invited to join in
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Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme (who inspired me to start making my own signs for these tags) and @snowviolettwhite! 💙
Here's another snippet from my Daddy!Joel and Little!Ellie sickfic:
"You still have enough of everything? Midol? Pads?"
Ellie nodded, adverting her gaze to the floor as her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Despite it having been a year since she came to live with Joel permanently, Ellie was still getting used to being able to talk so casually about these sorts of things without the conversation immediately being shut down by just the mention of her period. It felt awkward as hell (at least on her end), but she had to admit that it was a damn nice change.
"Yeah, I still have enough of everything. Speaking of which, I should probably go pop a Midol, and dig out my heating plushy. I could definitely use both of those things right about now."
"How 'bout I go what you need, while you get settled on the couch? We can even watch something while we have dinner. Anything you want."
Ellie's eyes darted back up to look at Joel. "Anything?"
The man gave a nod, already having an idea of where this was heading.
"Anything."
A slow smile began to creep across the girl's face. "Can we watch Chicken Little, then?"
Out of all the animated movies Joel had guessed might be Ellie's favorite, Chicken Little had not been one of them. Joel lost count how many times they've watched that movie in the year that she's been living with him. He could practically recite the entire script by heart by now.
Ellie's face broke out into a full-blown grin, her arms uncurling from around her stomach and falling back down to her sides.
"If you'll excuse me then–" she moved to stand, prompting Joel to stand with her–"I'm gonna go get Disney+ up and running. Don't be long, old man."
She grabbed the strap of her backpack and slung it back over her shoulder, before turning and walking out of the kitchen with a victorious smile.
Joel just shook his head and rolled his eyes; worried frown being replaced by a fond smile. If she was still able to be her usual jokester self, then she would be just fine.
With his worries subdued for the time being, Joel made his way to the staircase. He stopped at the linen closet in the hallway, grabbing the pinkish red, white striped lobster heating plushy. He then went into the hall bathroom and rummaged around in the medicine cabinet until he found the small bottle of Midol inside. Once Joel had everything Ellie needed, he returned to the kitchen.
Joel first threw the heating plush into the microwave for the recommended five minutes, then he grabbed a glass from the cupboard above the sink and filled it halfway with water. While he waited for the plush to finish heating up, the man took the water and bottle of Midol into the living room where Ellie was now curled into the corner of the couch with her homework resting on her knees and a pencil in her hand. A glance at the TV showed Chicken Little already queued up on Disney+.
Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @snarkythewoecrow, @tomwise, @cielconsumer, @nottapossum, @sinninghowlter and anyone else who wants to join!
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FAQs
when are sign ups due by?
you can join whenever you want. if you're interested, fill out the google doc and i'll get you a bingo card!
if this becomes a yearly thing that people are interested in, then maybe we'll start having official sign ups in january or february.
i'll start reblogging new content from everyone on march 1st.
when are fics/art/moodboards due by?
this is a year round event, but since a good amount of holidays fall around the late november/december time period and i want folks to have time for celebrations and family time, i've marked the cut off point as november 10th.
what are these bingo cards gonna look like?
every person who signs up will get a personalized bingo card. for example, this is what i might make for myself:
your username will go in the bottom corner - i used the event username as an example here.
will i get a chance to specify what i want on my card?
there will be a spot in the google sign up doc where you can let me know what you are/aren't interested in, or if there are any specific characters you might want to write for, but bingo topics are totally randomized
do i have to fill out every single square?
definitely not! you can go for a blackout bingo or just do the prompts that really speak to you. 3 in a row? awesome. 4 in a row? perfect. you made jaig eyes out of your finished bingo boxes? i'm not sure how you did that, but i'm impressed.
what's not allowed?
if you cl*neship or ship cl*necest, then this is not the place for you. no rexsoka, master/padawan, rape, incest, underage relationships.
smut is allowed and encouraged, but please no toilet stuff and again no rape or incest.
can i write... [a threesome, polyamory, polybatch, etc] ?
sure! so long as there's no weird cloneshippy stuff going on/the clones are focusing on an oc or reader character, then that's totally fine!
do i have to write specifically about x character i received?
for example, let's say one of your character prompts is jango and you're not really interested in writing your oc/reader into a relationship with him. that's okay! so long as jango has something to do with the story (he's serving as wingman for a clone, he's hunting the main characters, etc), then you can write whatever you'd like.
do i have to write a long fic? do i have to write a certain word length? can i draw something instead?
let your creativity take you wherever it wishes to go! obviously don't just write, like, 5 words or something, but any length is acceptable.
feel like drawing something? making a moodboard? a spotify playlist? go for it, i promise you we're gonna eat it up.
please no ai generated content
i can't remember what glass is called in-universe/i'm having trouble drawing tem's face/i need moodboard images
i have a resource page for you! full of reader inclusivity, clone trooper info, tips on how to unwhitewash the clones, and some basic info on māori culture
how do i find other people's work?
you can search the event tag (#2024cbe) or browse through the reblogs on here, which i will categorize by character and author.
when the event is over, i'll make one big masterlist of all the authors and stories/other content created.
#faqs#rules#faq post#2024cbe#star wars#star wars bingo#clone trooper bingo#clone trooper x reader#bad batch x reader#tbb#the bad batch#tbb fanfic#star wars fanfic
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Last Resort
Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader, Tae x Named Reader, Jimin x Jungkook
Word count- 4k
Includes- Riding, blow jobs all around, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, multiple orgasms, fluff
Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa
@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole
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Jimin POV
"Fuck Jo. Faster"
She nods, bouncing on my cock faster, pleasure hitting me hard
"Good girl", I answer, "Cum on me"
"Soon", she murmurs
"What do you need baby?", I ask
"Fuck me too"
I nod, gripping her hips and thrusting into her tight cunt
"God yes", she moans, both of us moving together
"Jimin....Jimin", she gasps, "Fuck Jimin"
I watch her cum on me, feeling the pleasure I get from it
So good
When she finishes, she moves off me, sitting on my stomach
"Tired", I smirk
"No", she snorts, "I'm getting off so you don't cum. Just in case"
I nod, "Good idea"
"Do you really think this is going to work?", she asks doubtfully
"It might. It's like our last resort. They don't fucking pay attention to any of our hints"
"They're so oblivious", she agrees
Jungkook and Tae
The two guys we love
She loves Tae and for me it's Jungkook
It's always been Jungkook
I had no idea I was bi until I met him
I've only ever been with her
My best friend who is also my friend with benefits
We came to the agreement we'd have sex years ago
I couldn't have a girlfriend or Jungkook but I'm still a guy and like sex
She didn't want a boyfriend who wasn't Tae but she's a girl and likes sex too
It was the best solution
We knew each other since we were kids, we know everything about each other and it was logical
We both knew it was just sex and who we loved
And we tried to help each other get the guy we want
Dropping hints, flirting, wearing sexy clothes
For her its more revealing clothes, for me it's tighter shirts and pants
Nothing works
They're both so dense
And her and I fuck our frustrations away
But this time we came up with a plan that hopefully will work
Fucking in the living room when both Tae and Jungkook are out, hoping they come in and catch us
Then we'd invite them to join us
Hopefully they say yes and this can lead to something else
If not then at least her and I can cum
"If it doesn't work I'm gonna riot", she mutters
I laugh, "What am I not enough?"
She narrows her eyes, "Oh shut up Jimin. Of course you are. But it's not the same as it'd be with Tae and you know it"
Yeah I know
It'd definitely not be the same as with Jungkook
I've never been with a guy before
I don't know what it's like or really what to do
But I'll figure it out
"Hey you're soft", she teases
"Well that happens when your cunt isn't around me. Or when your mouth isn't"
She rolls her eyes, moving off me, "Stand up"
I stand as she goes on her knees
She grips my cock, pumping it a few times to get me semi hard
Then she puts her mouth around me, sucking immediately
"Fuck", I moan, closing my eyes as pleasure fills me
As much as I want Jungkook, I do like having sex and getting blow jobs from her
Her cunt is so fucking tight, throbs so fucking nicely around me
And I love eating her cunt
She tastes good
I move my hand in her hair, holding on as she moves back and forth on me
"Good girl", I moan
I hear the door open, Tae and Jungkook's voices filling the hallway
Her eyes widen and I nod, "Keep sucking baby. I'll ask them ok?"
She nods, her mouth moving faster and I have to try hard to keep my eyes open
"Fucking hell", I hear Tae whisper
"Holy shit"
That was Jungkook
I look up at them to see their shocked faces as they stand in the living room
"Hey", I say casually
"Uh...", Tae says, his eyes on her
"Wanna join?", I ask
Tae's reaction is immediate
"I wanna fuck her", he yells, practically running to us, "Can I?"
She looks at him and nods
"Get undressed", I tell him
Jungkook just stands there looking around
'Please say yes', I think
Tae is already getting undressed so he seems into it
I'm not sure if Jungkook is into it and reluctant or wants nothing to do with it
"What can I do?", Tae asks desperately, his hands touching her body, feeling her up as he stays behind her
"Fuck you feel so good", he says in awe
I see her smile around my cock and honestly I'm happy for her
I have no clue if Jungkook is into guys but if she can get Tae then it's worth it
I know how much she loves him
He's all she wanted for so long
Since she met him
"Finger her. Make her cum", I tell Tae
His hand immediately shoots down, his long fingers instantly inside her
She moans loudly, he looks like he just won a gold medal, smiling so happily
I watch his fingers move in and out, his other hand squeezing her boob, playing with her nipple, pleasure on her face as she continues to suck my dick
Jungkook is just standing there, watching
"Kookie. Come help me suck Jimin", she breathes out heavily
Yes please
Please, please, please
"I...I don't know how", he says softly
My eyes snap to him, him biting his lip
"I'll teach you", she gets out
I don't tear my gaze away from Jungkook
"Ok", he whispers
Ok?
He said ok?
Oh my fucking God yes!
Yes yes yes
Oh fuck
"Take your clothes off Kookie", she instructs him
I watch in awe as he strips, his abs so pretty, his cock so big and semi hard
Guess this is turning him on
"Please cum for me", I hear Tae begging her, "Please please"
Looking back at them, I see the pleasure in her face, his hands moving fast, this thumb playing with her clit, his mouth giving her kisses all along her shoulder blade and back of her neck
Yeah they're definitely getting together
"Tae", she moans, shaking as she orgasms, her hand squeezing my hip where she's holding
"Yes baby, yes", he moans, giving her more kisses everywhere he can
"Come here Kookie", she says after her orgasm finishes
Jungkook comes closer, getting on his knees next to her
I'm so fucking excited
I can't believe this is happening
"Oh fuck", she cries, her nails digging into my thigh even more
I look down to see Tae laying on the floor, under her, his tongue buried in her pussy
And he's going at it like he's never eaten anything before
Her hand moves into his hair, holding on, pleasure all over her face
"Watch", she tells Jungkook
She licks from my base to my head, then takes my head in her mouth sucking
"Fuck", I moan
She moves down all the way, deep throating me, her head moving back and forth, sucking as she goes
"Oh god", I cry, the pleasure so good
She's moaning around my dick from Tae's tongue as well, the vibrations running up and down my spine
After a minute, she moves off, yelling Tae's name as she cums
Tae moans loudly, "So good. Fuck so good"
I know what he means
She does taste good
"More baby please", he pleads, his mouth around her clit sucking hard
"Fuck Tae, yes", she whimpers
"Ride my mouth baby. Please for me", he begs
I watch his tongue go right inside her, his hands moving her hips on his face
She moves, grinding on his face
Christ they're so into each other
I wanna be like that with Jungkook
"Llll...lick him Kookie"
I feel a tongue on me, my eyes snapping down to see Jungkook lick me
And I just get turned on to the max
"Put him in your mouth"
My eyes don't tear from Jungkook as I watch him finally, finally wrap his mouth around my cock
I never thought this fucking day would come
He sucks once and I moan so loudly, "Fuck"
"Suck more. Faster", she gets out
Jungkook's mouth moves faster, the sucks so fucking pleasurable
I hear her yell again and Tae praising her for tasting amazing while I'm lost in the pleasure from Jungkook's mouth
Slowly, I put my hand in his hair, softly playing with it
Suddenly Tae is standing next to me, moaning so loudly
Glancing over, I see her on her knees his cock buried in her mouth as she goes at it
"Fuck baby", he breathes, "You're mouth is fucking perfect"
It is
But for me, now Jungkook's is better
"Come on Kookie. Get him all in your throat", she urges, getting off Tae, him whining immediately
I could kiss her right now
I watch her push Jungkook's head down, my cock going in more and more
"Good job Kookie. Jimin has a big cock but it's so good to suck on"
She looks up at me, smirking and I silently thank her
Jungkook keeps going, getting me all in, choking a little
"Breathe Kookie. It's ok. It'll pass"
I watch Jungkook breath with my cock in his mouth, tears in his doe eyes
Good god, I could cum right now
"Good Kookie. Now move back"
She moves his head about half way down me
"Now go back up"
She pushes his head again, this time up
"Keep doing that until you get used to it. Then I'll tell you what to do next"
Jungkook moves his head up and down my cock, taking me in over and over again, the sight pushing me so much closer
God I'm in so much pleasure
I finally have him after years of wanting him
All the years of waiting and it was so worth it
"Now Kookie, suck his cock while doing that"
I feel a soft sucking motion at first, it getting stronger every suck and the pleasure intensifies
I really can't hold it much longer
Tae moans again and I know she's sucking him off again
He's holding her hair, fucking her throat while she takes it, sucking at the same time
This is fucking insane
Both me and Tae getting blow jobs at the same time
"Baby I'm gonna cum", Tae yells
That was quick
But I know from experience she's fucking good at oral
She's made me cum in less than a minute
And she's also made it last a long time too
She just knows when I needed a quick blow job or a long one and she did it
Now Tae gets to have that with her
While I get my Jungkook
"Joanne fuck!", Tae yells
I can't help but look at her, watching her swallow his cum eagerly, moaning
It's a turn on to see
"Tastes so good Tae", she praises him
Jungkook sucks harder, burying me in his throat again and again
"I...I...fuck", I moan, my cum shooting in his mouth, bliss taking over my body, my legs shaking
"Head down Kookie, take him all in", she instructs and he obeys
"Now swallow. All of his cum."
Jungkook swallows, his throat closing on my shaft, sending spikes of more pleasure through me
"Keep going. Jimin cums a lot"
Jungkook moans while swallowing and it's music to my ears
When my orgasm is over, Jungkook moves off me, licking his lips, spit all over his face
"Hyung tastes good"
My eyes pop out of my head
Holy shit, he really said that
I'm happy
Like stupidly happy
"Does Kookie want hyung to suck his cock too?", I ask looking down at his huge cock
I lick my lips, just imagining it in my throat
He nods and again I'm surprised
"Stand up Kookie"
He does, standing in front of me
Tae kneels down and picks her up, carrying her to the other couch
"Wanna fuck you noona"
"Yeah Tae, want it. Want you"
I'm glad he wants her
He takes her to the couch, moving on top of her
I watch him look down at her, running his fingers in her hair
Does he love her too?
He never gave any indication that he felt anything for her
Was he hiding it?
He leans down, pressing his lips to hers
Of course she kisses him back, her arms around his neck, both of them holding each other so closely
Her legs move around his waist and from her whimper and his moan, I can tell he's inside her
"So good baby", he whimpers
She nods, "Yeah Tae. You feel so good too"
He kisses her again, moving, thrusting inside her
"Hyung", Jungkook says softly
I turn back to him
"I didn't forget you baby", I tell him, "I'm just making sure Jo is ok"
He nods, taking my hand, "Please?"
I kneel down, hearing Jungkook's slight gasp, making me smile
His huge cock is in my face, so hard, standing straight out and leaking cum
God his dick looks so good
Pressing my tongue to his slit, I taste his cum and I knew, I knew he would taste this good
I've never given a blow job before and I just recall what Joanne does to me
Moving my tongue to his base, I slowly drag it up, along his underside, then swirling around his head, his gasps so loud
I smile, moving my mouth around his head and sucking soflty
"Oh my god", Jungkook whimpers, his legs shaking
I remember to be aware of my teeth as I suck more on his pretty cock
Wrapping my hand around his shaft not in my mouth, slowly jerking him off
His cock is heavy on my tongue, stretching my mouth out but I love it
I finally have him, have his dick and I'm going to enjoy this
And make sure he does too
I take him more in with every suck, licking his shaft too
He took me all in and I want to do the same for him
His tip enters my throat and I choke right away, tears springing to my eyes
I can't do this slow
It has to be fast or it'll be hard
Ignoring the choking, I surge forward, burying his entire cock in my throat
I gag, spit falling from my mouth and around his cock, tears falling down my face
"Jimin, oh my god", he whines and that sound propels me to keep going
I suck on his massive cock, breathing through my nose, swallowing around his dick
His hands move into my hair, holding on as his eyes close, pleasure all over his face
All over his body
God he's fucking beautiful
And seeing him in pleasure is making me horny
Remembering how Joanne taught him, I move my head back down his length, then moves back up fucking him into my throat
"Jimin! Fuck", he cries
I bob my head, taking him back in, forcing my throat to relax against him cock
His cock throbs in my mouth and that fucking feeling is so hot, such a turn on
"I'm gonna cum!", he yells, "Jimin...I'm...Jimin!"
Hot delicious cum bursts in my throat and I swallow greedily, savoring the taste
"Oh fuck fuck, Jimin, fuck it feels so good! Jimin!"
The last of his cum spurts from his slit and I move down, sucking to make sure I get all of it, then move back, breathing in
"Hyung? Are you ok?", Jungkook asks, nervously
I lift my head, nodding, "Yeah Kookie, I'm fine"
He holds his hands out to me and I place them in his, him pulling me up easily
He comes into my arms, his face buried in my neck, his arms around my body
I wrap mine around him, holding him tightly, his skin so fucking soft against mine
"Hyung's hard again", he murmurs in my skin, my dick poking into his thigh
"I can't help it Kookie. It's you. You make me like this", I answer, wondering if I'm saying too much
But now that he's here, I just can't keep quiet
His hand wraps around my dick, stroking me softly, "I like that hyung"
"Yeah?", I tease, "You like that you make me hard?"
He nods, moving his hand faster, "You make me hard too Min"
That is something I've wanted to hear for ages
"When you dance and do those sexy moves. Fuck Jimin, I get so hard during practice and it's so hard to dance"
This is...amazing and completely unexpected
I had no idea he felt like that
"I know what you mean Kookie. I can't keep my eyes off you either. I'm always hard during practice"
I feel him smile into my neck, his hand going so fast, squeezing my cock as he moves
"Please hyung, wanna suck your cock again", Jungkook murmurs
"Yeah Kookie. You can baby"
Jungkook lifts his head, kissing my cheek, then my lips
I melt against his lips as his tongue slips in my mouth
I knew kissing him would feel like this
Like the best thing in the world
His kisses me so deeply, so desperately, his tongue down my throat, like he's never going to kiss me again
Which if everything goes right, he won't have to worry about
He can kiss me whenever he wants
His lips pull away from mine making me whine but he move to my neck, kissing down to my chest
And the whines turn into groans
When he gets to my tattoo, he kisses and sucks on the letters, leaving pretty bruises on my skin
He continues down, kissing and licking my abs
It feels so good, I'm going to have to do that to his
I want to make him feel good too
He slowly goes to his knees, kissing and licking my head
"Good boy", I praise him, getting off so much from watching him
He sucks me in his mouth, moving fast, pleasure blasting in my body
God it's only the second time he's blowing me but he's so good at it already
He really is a fast learner
He's not called the golden maknae for nothing
I remember that Joanne is here and I look up for her, to make sure she's ok
She's on Tae's lap, bouncing hard on him while he thrusts up into her
"Like it noona?"
"Yes Tae", she moans, "Fuck your cock is the best"
Tae moans loudly, "Please cum on me again noona. I need it"
She nods, bouncing faster
Jungkook sucks hard on me and I immediately look down
He's looking up at me with his huge beautiful doe eyes
"Watch me hyung", he whispers
I nod, "I will Kookie. I'm just looking to see where Jo is"
At that moment she yells loudly,
"Yes Taehyung, oh baby yes"
Both Jungkook and I look at them
She's coming on him, and he's looking at her as if she is the best thing he's ever seen in his life
"He loves her so much", Jungkook says
"He does?", I ask, kinda surprised
If I didn't see the way he is with her today I wouldn't think so but he's showing it now
Jungkook nods, "She's all he thinks about. He's wanted her for so long"
"Then why hasn't he ever said anything?"
"Because he was worried about you"
Me?
Why me?
I look at Jungkook, confused
"He didn't know if you'd want him to date your best friend at first. But then after you two started having sex he thought you two had feelings for each other so he didn't say anything.", he elaborates
Shit
I didn't think about that
Now it's a no brainer that he and Jungkook would think we're together or we love each other
Obviously that's what it looked like
No wonder he didn't respond to any of her hints
He thought she was with me
"He was so jealous of you. Anytime she was around you, even just sitting next to you, he was crazy with jealousy. He wished she would see him."
"She did", I answer, "He is all she wanted since she met him. She loves him so much. She dropped so many hints, tried flirting but he didn't get it"
"He did. He thought that's just what it was. Flirting. Because he thought she was with you"
I shake my head, "It was just sex."
I watch her move on him, the pleasure all over his face as he calls her name
He holds her on him and I know he's coming inside her, both of them whimpering
"Then they can be together", he states
I nod, "Yeah"
"He wasn't the only jealous one"
My eyes move to his immediately, hope in my heart
"What do you mean?"
"I was jealous too"
Jealous of who?
Me or her?
"You wanted her too?", I ask, going with the safe option
Just because he's doing this now doesn't mean he wants to be with me
"No hyung", he says softly, "I wanted you"
I hold my breath, hoping I'm not hearing things
"Me?"
He nods, standing up, holding my hand
"Look I'm not going to pretend I know what I'm doing. Or why I feel this way for you. I never thought of another guy this way. Only you. I never wanted a guy like I want you. It's scary for me. But I want you to know this...this isn't just a one time thing for me"
Oh god yes
"I love you"
My heart bursts in happiness
Pure unadulterated happiness
"I don't know when I started feeling this way for you. All I knew was that I was so jealous when you were with her. Hearing you two killed me and Tae. That's why me and him were always together. We could talk to each other about our feelings. Our jealousy. Our wish that both of you would see us. Want us"
"I do Jungkook. I want you. She wants Tae. Both of us were just with each other for sex. Me and her...we used to come up with ways to drop hints to you two but nothing ever happened. This whole thing today...we planned this"
His eyebrow raises, "You did?"
I nod, "Yes. We thought that if you two would walk in on us and I invited you to be with us, you both would and we would be with the one we love, hoping more would happen. This was the last resort. The last try we were gonna do"
"Well it looks like it worked for them", he says, nodding at the couch
I look and see her laying in Tae's arms, both of them looking at each other, softly touching each other
Tae smiles at her, "I love you"
She had the biggest smile on her face and she tells him she loves him
I'm so happy for them
They both deserve each other and deserve to be happy
I can't think of anything better than my two best friends in love
"Yeah it did", I answer, looking at him, "And for us?"
"I'd say it worked. If you want to be with me", he says
I nod, "Yeah I do"
He smiles his beautiful smile and my heart melts
"I want to be with you too Jimin"
Nodding, I pull him to me, crashing my lips to his, kissing him hard
He responds, his tongue in my mouth, pulling me against him, his arms around my neck, mine around his body
"Come to my room hyung", Jungkook whispers
I nod, "Yeah. And Kookie, it's not hyung anymore. Just Jimin"
He gives me a shy bunny smile as he nods
He takes my hand and we both turn around to head to his room, just as Tae stands, picking her up
"Nap time pumpkin", he says softly as he carries her out of the room
"Mmm ok baby", she says sleepily
The door to his room closes, Jungkook looking back at me and smirking, "Bet they won't sleep for long"
I chuckle, "Oh no, they're going to be at it all day and night"
"Like us?", he asks, hopefully
"Definitely like us", I smile
With that he tugs my hand, leading me to his room
#park jimin smut#bts jimin smut#jimin smut#taehyung smut#kim taehyung smut#bts taehyung smut#jeon jungkook smut#bts jungkook smut#jungkook smut#bts smut
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20 Questions for Fic Writers Game
Tagged by our gorgeous, real life Doc, @romirola ily~! Thank you so much for the tag, lovey; this was so fun!
Tagging @bratty-telepath @ejunkiet @k9rage and @caelumsnuff and anyone else who'd like to join!
1 - How many works do you have on AO3?
Fifty, apparently! Thirty-one of those is entirely Redacted-tober though lol
2 - What's your total AO3 word count?
45,673- five words off from a silly number hehe
3 - What fandoms do you write for?
Just RedactedAudio at the moment though I've been meaning to start writing some for Castleaudios!
4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1. Let’s get mischievous (and polyamorous)
2. fill my heart with song (and let me sing)
3. I won't cross these streets (until you hold my hand)
4. I had good intentions (and the highest hopes)
5. Baby, baby, baby (you're gonna set me on fire)
5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do! I'm not gonna lie- sometimes it can take days, even weeks, as I respond to comments in big batches, but I get to them eventually!
6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
"cuddles (yet somehow still you disappear)"! Heehee, I finished this and immediately went to the Discord girlies (gn) like "hey babes I just did something mean~
7 -What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hmmm, that's the majority of my fics, I'd say, but probably "bed (the brightest colors fill my head)"? It made me the happiest, at least~
8 - Do you get hate on fics?
Mmmm, depending on how you define "hate", then maybe? I've gotten comments that were not constructive or kind.
9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes with an asterisk. Smut is so difficult for me to write, so when I do, it takes fuckin forever. I definitely have a penchant for the kinkier kind, since the two smuts I've written feature bondage and consensual non-consent respectively.
10 - Do you write crossovers?
Another yes with an asterisk? Claire of Castleaudios fame is a character in "teenagers (scare the livin' shit out of me)" if that counts!
11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of, knock on wood!
12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but gosh, that'd be cool!
13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not yet, but Veau and Lexi and I have thrown around ideas!
14 - What's your all time favorite ship?
-siiiiigh- You know what it is. You know it's Alexis/Christian. I am going down with the ship, typing away at my laptop on the deck of the Titanic.
15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
fucking all of them but especially my planned, multi-chapter fics- I get hung up on the outlining.
16 - What are your writing strengths?
-fights the temptation to say nothing- Umm, I'm pretty proud of my dialogue actually. I have a fair experience in script-writing, so I think I've got a good grasp of realistic sounding dialogue that is in the voice of the character.
17 - What are your writing weaknesses?
Smut, angst, and actually finishing what I start lol
18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
If I were knowledgable in that language or had a reliable beta who was, then sure!
19 - First fandom you wrote for?
Ummm... shit, was it Rise of the Guardians? It might have been, fuck... My self insert Cupid is flitting around somewhere on Fanfiction.net, smooching Jack Frost... and I didn't finish that multi-chapter fic either.
20 - Favorite fic you've written?
Hmm, that's hard to answer. I'm not super proud of it, but I think my favorite still has to be "Meet me on your best behavior (Meet me at your worst)". It's so OOC for Alexis now that we've canonically met her, but I adore the way I explore not just Christian with Alexis but also Christian with the pack.
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9 people you want to know better :D
tagged by @songsofsomnia, ty!! no pressure tags: @athenswrites, @shakespeare-smoocher, @like-pilot-lights, @windowgirlpoems, @theartisttoyourmuse, and anyone else that wants to join!!!
current read
words of radiance by brandon sanderson!!! it's the second book in the stormlight archives series and it is SO SO SO good and i've been too busy to sit down and finish it recently but the worldbuilding, the characters, just AAAA everything it's a masterpiece
most recent song
100 bad days by AJR.
I may be cringe but I am free, it's catchy alright?? I'm a pop music girlie it's not my fault
currently watching
formula 1: drive to survive
i understand the fandom has (understandably) mixed feelings on the show, especially some of the characterizations, but i love the drama and it's well-produced. been watching the 2023 season live as well, i promise i'm not one of those dts anti-max bandwagons <3
current fic i'm reading
also f1, rlly outing myself today but i just finished reading sunday morning; holding you till noon by autumnapricot on ao3. pt 2 to a MASTERFUL lestappen office au; if you like that kinda thing i highly recommend it. 10/10 shenanigans, tomfoolery, and chaos.
next on my to watch list
the PJO show coming out next month!!!!!! gonna watch it w the bf <3
I don't rlly watch a ton of shows in general but I am SO hyped for this one. it's gonna be good. i can feel it in my bones.
current obsession
...formula 1, if that wasn't clear yet. not sure how i got this far in life without knowing about the 20 most dramatic people ever in their silly little car-go-fast sport, but i sure am enjoying it now. watched yesterday's literal circus GP live w my bestie who was there definitely 100% totally of her free will, and i've been subjecting my bf to all of my dumb little rants about it too !!!
#tag games!!#mayyyyyy be a bit biased about words of radiance bc my NOW bf recommended the series to me#still very very good tho <3#also in the time it's taken me to survive college apps szn and actually start reading the book again#said boy has gone from crush -> unrequited (??) -> requited (???) -> dating so i just think that's funny#ALSOOO IF ANYONE WANTS TO YELL AT ME ABOUT F1 (or about anything in general tbh) MY DMS ARE ALWAYS OPENNNNNNNNNNNNNN#i need to start fandom posting on here i've been holding back
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20 questions for fic writers
thank you for the tag @imagineacoolusername <3
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
18
2. what's your total ao3 word count?
109,886
3. what fandoms do you write for?
marauders (+ dc but i haven't posted any)
4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
i just wanted a muffin
wrecking ball
a summer in wales
we are the dead
fistclenching, heartaching
5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?
i try to but if i can't think of anything to say then i just don't
6. what is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
that I've actually already written the ending for, would definitely be midnight rain. but the planned ending i have for the devil wears an angel's face is probably angstier
7. what is a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
definitely i just wanted a muffin, its literally pure fluff throughout 😭
8. do you get hate on fics?
only once or twice, i just ignore/delete it though
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
nope
10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?
no, i don't really like crossovers. i do like aus, like characters in one fandom put into the situation of a different media (that's not really a crossover tho, is it?)
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
not to my knowledge
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
nope
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
yeah. once with a mutual who is now deactivated, about the marauders going on a camping trip to snowdonia. and then with @lesbianmckinnonn we have the sinners and the saints (marauders during war years)
14. what's your all time favourite ship?
dorlene <33
15. what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
i'm really aiming to finish all my wips, but i know i probably won't. im gonna say one I've never even posted, the cafe/bookshop au (i got bored of it and haven't written any of it in over a year sooo)
16. what are your writing strengths?
i actually have no clue. apparently i'm good at dialogue cause i can make it sound like vastly different people speaking? so that? and the storyline ideas themselves
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
probably the fact it takes me forever to write just a couple of words. i am super slow. also i always forget to describe things/people
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
i'm absolute shit at learning languages, like the only language i can actually speak/understand even slightly is bsl. a lot of my characters do speak other languages though, so i like to sometimes have them speak in them i either ask mutuals that i know speak it, or have to put the sentence into like 20 different translation websites to make sure its right
19. first fandom you wrote for?
technically once upon a time when i was 9/10 (it was like half a notebook about regina becoming the evil queen again and lily joining her to get revenge against emma). but i never posted it, so the first posted one would be for harry potter
20. favourite fic you've written?
very hard to choose. i really like my cannibal!dorlene fic but i haven't actually published any of it. so choosing one i've actually written quite a bit for, I'm gonna say either fistclenching, heartaching or the devil wears an angel's face
tagging: @blitheringmcgonagall @lesbianmckinnonn @drownedlove @iheartmoons @ace-catboy-ryuuzaki
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(k i got carried away heres a whole fic)
soft thoughts??? friends to lovers with sammy!!!
i just really love the concept of working with the band and end growing closer with them, so much that sam develops a little (huge) crush on you. sam would look at you like you handcrafted the stars, and his brothers have so much fun with it. giggling when sam stutters in some word when looking at you in the eyes for too long. playfully passing him a napkin to “wipe his drool” when he is in awe of your going out outfit.
maybe one night, in the bus after a show, all of you sitting on the “living room”, all debating about what movie choosing to finish the night off on a light note. sammy is sitting next to you watching you with a smile at how you giggle at his older brothers argue about their movie choices, danny passing you all mugs of warm drinks. sam takes notice of how you put hand lotion that smells sweet, and you sigh and turn to him “give me your hand” “what for?” he asks while still holding his hand out to you “ive put on too much lotion and i don’t want to waste it so, you lucked out on a free hand massage, honey” you wink playfully and sam feels the smile tugging at his lips and how his cheeks are getting warm. your delicate hands digging into his palm and up his fingers, paying special attention to the callouses on the tips of his fingers. he was definitely more tired than he thought, cause he didn’t realize he was nodding off every now and then, and feeling how he fully relaxed into your touch.
“you know, i can’t believe sam hasn’t made his input in all this yet- oh” josh pursed his lips with wide eyes and amused brows at how his brother woke up startled at the sound of his name. “what?” asked sam while rubbing his eye with his wrist “no no, nothing, didn’t mean to interrupt your little massage session, please continue” josh said laughing, you giggled while shaking your head at his antics “hey! why does he get the prince treatment?” asked jake playfully offended “yeah” joined danny “we are hardworking, tired men yknow” while playfully wiping sweat off his forehead. you giggled and said “cause sammy IS my prince, get over it” and they all complained shouting while sam’s sleepy mind caught up to the fact you called him your prince. his whole body warm and soft at the wink and kiss you blew him while grabbing his other hand, knowing that youd have to give him his own little bit of lotion.
yeah, you were much better at this crush thing than he was
SAMMY IS MY SWEET PRINCE!! HE IS!!! THAT'S MY TAG FOR HIM 😭😭😭
Oh this tugged on my heartstrings I'm on the FLOOR it's so soft and sweet and cute, Sammy with a little crush I love him SO MUCH and the things i would do to give that man a very much deserved a hand massage????? just that tender moment with him?? sorry i'm gonna screenshot this and save it forever so i can read it whenever i'm sad.
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I'm so excited to see the Zoot cousins you've designed! Until I can see them though....can you tell me what Liv and Skeeters relationship is like? They're just so adorable!
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I’m glad you’re excited to see the finished designs!! I can’t remember when I started them but it must have been months ago at this point, cuz originally one of the cousins was gonna be Liv’s older brother, so I was thinking about multiple cousin designs way back when I had the idea for Liv!
They’re so close to being finished and I can’t wait to show them off!!)
I haven’t figured out exactly how they start dating, I might write a little Drabble for it in the future but here are some small headcannons with them!
-Liv is definitely the one that can get more easily flustered, but thanks to the band she’s gradually learning how to be a bit sassier/smooth with her flirting
-I can’t go too much into detail with this one as it appears in a chapter of Liv’s story, but their reunion after parting ways in primary school happens when they bump into each other by chance. They later bond more in aerial contortion classes they both attend (2015 reference)
-They do a lot of movie night dates, Liv and Skeeter are both big horror movie nerds
-Skeeter loves lazer tag dates, she often wins but Liv has been getting better
-They both love roller skating dates. Liv knows how to rollerskate and Skeeter picked it up briefly when she was younger. It’s one of the few things Liv is a bit more experienced in. They always have a lot of fun!
-They both love Halloween and have a lot of fun messing about with costumes and decorations
-They text a lot! Since Liv sometimes joins the band on the road she’ll sometimes be away for months at a time, so Skeeter and her are used to texting
-Skeeter helps Liv with her fitness since she’s still not good at sports
-Liv didn’t tell the band she was dating Skeeter till they’d been a couple for about two months, the band always had a suspicion though since Liv wasn’t very good at hiding it at times. Skeeter was also a tiny bit nervous to tell Scooter about their relationship, for no bad reason, it was just that Scooter was her twin and so she was naturally more nervous to tell him then others
-Speaking of Scooter he also had a suspicion about Liv and Skeeter, his big brother senses where telling him something was up. He probably hit Liv with the “What are your intentions with my sister?” Speech, and Liv blinked hard before Skeeter rolled her eyes and jumped in to save her
-Liv borrows Skeeter’s hoodies. I hc Skeeter to be fit with a healthy amount of chin so her clothes are bigger then Liv’s. Skeeter insists she doesn’t mind Liv borrowing her stuff, she finds it cute
-Skeeter likes to lay down and rest her head on Liv, and Liv likes to play with her dreads
-In the beginning of their relationship Liv would always get a little giddy whenever Skeeter called her babe. Liv gets shy when using nicknames in a romantic context so it took her a little longer to start using the name with Skeeter
-Idk what Skeeter would do for a living but definitely something sporty related, maybe like an upcoming fitness trainer or sports instructor? (Idk if there’s a difference-) Point is she’s a lot stronger then Liv, so sometimes when Liv isn’t paying attention Skeeter comes up behind her and lifts her off the ground in a hug. It startles Liv every-time
-Double dates with Scooter and Walter!
-When Liv is away with the band Skeeter takes care of her pet ferrets, Chucky and Ghost. Skeeter LOVES them! She sends Liv dumb pictures of them to let her know they’re okay
-Skeeter likes to kiss Liv on her nose and cheek and Liv likes to give kisses to Skeeter’s forehead and cheek
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