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liyawritesss · 3 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ５－ＳｅｃｒｅｔＡｄｍｉｒｅｒ

－ Shot Clock - 42!Miles Morales - Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse

－ In which the secret admirer who's been leaving notes in your locker turns out to be someone you least expect.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“So you’re meeting them now?” Your friend gasps in surprise as your little trio walks down the halls of Visions Academy, classes having ended for the day and students being left to their own devices for the weekend. “Aren’t you nervous?”

“I mean, yeah,” you respond, grasping onto the latest handwritten notecard in your hand, “who wouldn’t be nervous meeting their secret admirer that’s been leaving love notes in their locker for two weeks right before Valentines Day?”

Your locker had been plagued with little sticky notes and index cards, written eloquently with sweet words and timid confessions since the beginning of February. At first you were surprised - you didn’t think you were worth this kind of affection from anyone, especially not someone at Visions. Slowly, you grew to expect the little written notes every morning when you went to your locker to grab your belongings for the days classes, and rereading them during the weekend when you were with your parents, gushing over the poetic words and wondering who your secret admirer could be.

“They said to meet up on the roof? Isn’t it off-limits?” Your secondary friend chimed in.

“The aerodynamics club meets up there every Friday, so it should be free,” you inform the pair, pursing your lips together tightly in anticipation. There was no going back now, “wish me luck.”

As they three of you went off your separate ways, you found yourself crawling up the steps to the school’s rooftop, mulling over images of possible candidates in your head. By the time you reached the top of the stairs, hand on the door knob twisting it open, your mental list had been scratched off completely. Only fate knew what it had in store for you behind the metal door.

Late evening sun welcomed you as you walked onto the rooftop, the distant voices of the aforementioned Aerodynamics Club could be heard somewhere off in a far corner. With the notecard in your hand still, you took a deep breath, approaching the hooded figure you believed to be the secret admirer.

“Hey,” you began, voice soft but still firm enough to grasp the others attention, “I think I’m here to meet you…-”

The figure turns around, and it’s someone you never considered a possibility on your secret admirer roster - not because he wasn’t a qualifying candidate, but because he was too much of one.

“-...Miles?”

He pauses for a moment upon hearing his name, before turning to face you completely. He rids his head of his hood, revealing himself to you fully. His hand runs smooth down his hair, pushing his headphones to rest around his neck as well. If you didn’t know any better, you’d thought that he was nervous.

“Yeah,” he replies, and your suspicion is confirmed - he is nervous, anxious, timid, even, “yeah, it’s me.”

A moment passes, and it seems to make the boy more anxious, “so…what?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets, “...why you look like that?”

“No, sorry-” you quickly cover your shocked expression, “I just…” Your eyes take a moment to scan over him. His body is rigid, tight and tense, expecting a rejection, you think, “you never struck me as the poetic type.”

A light, shaky laugh leaves his lips, and the air between the two of you softens into something easier. His hand goes to scratch his neck sheepishly, “I’ll take that over a rejection, I guess.”

“For someone who’s a science whiz,” you begin, a smile creeping at your lips just from being in his presence, “you’ve got a way with words.”

Even though Miles Morales, the kid who sits by the window with his headphones in and a nonchalant look to him all the time, was the last guy on your list of secret admirer candidates, you don’t regret it being him. A nest of butterflies begins to flutter in your stomach the longer you stand with each other on the school's rooftop. The note is still scrunched up in your hands, and even though you’re sure you’ve ruined it, there’s a feeling in your chest that tells you that this may not be the end of the silly little notes in your locker.

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liyawritesss · 2 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ２２－Ｍｕｓｉｃ

－So Anxious - 1610!Miles Morales - Spiderman; Across the Spiderverse

－ In which you're Miles' first real crush, and the only way he can communicate with you is through a playlist he made specifically for you.

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“You got this, dude!” Says Ganke from behind Miles, acting as if he were the other boy’s ringside hype man, and the task at hand was a boxing match with his dignity on the line. Though, as a teenage boy garnering the balls to go up to his crush in the middle of the school day, it might as well have been.

“I got this!” Miles repeated to himself. “I got this!”

He takes one step forward, leaving the safety of Ganke’s encouragement, and yet the second he does so, the looming threat of rejection meets his skin in a cold wind, and the next thing he knows, he’s turning back towards his best friend, shaking his head vigorously, “I don’t got it, I don’t got it!”

“No, no, yes you do!” Ganke counters in an attempt to restore some faith in his friend. “It’s the simplest thing to do; just let them scan the Spoitfy code for the playlist, and say goodbye. You can totally do this, man!”

“But what if she thinks I’m weird for doing it? You don’t just make a random playlist for anyone!” Miles whines.

“This is your chance to be sort-of friends with your crush, Miles! And they’re definitely not the type to be mean, they’ll appreciate it!” Ganke bargains. “You made one for me, and look at us! We’re best of friends!”

Ganke had a point, Miles admitted to himself, but the fact of the matter still stood that he was already embarrassed enough being talked into making this playlist; now, he let him talk him into giving it to you, and Miles didn’t know if he could handle how you’d look at him for randomly coming up to him out of nowhere.

“I know for a fact that some of the music you listen to, they also listen to. It’s a great way to start a conversation!” Ganke adds on, hopefully giving Miles the edge he needed to toughen up and act on the agreed plan. It wasn’t like you two were complete strangers; you had some classes together, and were paired for a semester project last semester! Which was when this whole crush ordeal started for Miles, subjecting Ganke to more than enough talk about how cute you were and every other song that came on being one that reminded him of you.

The brownskin boy took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, seeing as this was a now or never ordeal, and he’d rather get it done now than drone how he missed the perfect opportunity. So, before even thinking, Miles starts walking towards you.

You’re reading on your Kindle when Miles approaches you. You note the nervous smile - you’ve noticed he’s always relatively skittish around you, which you aren’t sure to feel about. “Hey Miles, what’s up?”

He can barely get the words out, stumbling over them like dirty clothes he’d strewn on the floor instead of tossed into the hamper, “You like music, right? You like, uh, playlists- music playlists?”

You give him a nod to confirm his question, and in a swift movement, he produces his phone in front of you. On it, you can see the Spotify app open to a code to what you presume to be a playlist like mentioned before.

“You wanna curate one together?” You question, an act very possible on the music app, one you’ve utilized yourself numerous times in the past. The boy nods, mumbling something about how you both have similar music tastes, to which you find yourself admitting to as well, having overheard some songs spill out from his headphones sometimes.

With a shrug and an indifferent ‘sure’ leaving your lips, you take out your own phone to scan the code, granting you access to the playlist that already has a couple of songs added to it to start. To you, it was simply an act to start up a friendship; yet for Miles, you’d have no idea just how much it would mean to him and the little crush he harbors for you - which has now only grown bigger.

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liyawritesss · 3 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎE ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

ＤＡＹ２－ＪＥＷＥＬＲＹ

》 Friendship Bracelets - Hobart "Hobie" Brown - Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

　－　In which your set of bracelets end up getting destroyed on a mission and Hobie replaces them with his own.

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Your mind can’t seem to focus on the words that Miguel is saying. They come to you in mumbles, the debriefing you’re supposed to be paying attention to going in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t on purpose; the importance of the mission was made quite clear from the moment it was assigned to you and Hobie a week prior. At some point between its conclusion and the debriefing with Miguel, however, your mind became distant.

It wasn’t hard to figure out, though; at least not for Hobie Brown, a guy who despite his carefree and relaxed nature, was more observant than what others believed. The way you continued to paw at the space on your wrist was more than enough to tell the punk what’s been bothering you.

“Mission’s done, crisis avoided, lives saved,” Hobie eventually drones, having heard enough of the overbearing lecture from the older, much more nuanced, Spiderman, of whom he’d have less of a care than the dirt under his boots, “can we go now, yeah? Day’s still young, I’d rather spend it kickin’ and prancin’ on my own time.”

Hobie has always had a special way of pissing off Miguel - perhaps it was the attitude he never once failed to show to the elder, or perhaps it was because of the lack of control Miguel held over the younger - but nevertheless, a huff and a grumble from the leader dismisses the pair to be off on their own endeavors.

“I hate that I lost them.” you mumble out while walking down the hallway, your strides double the pace of Hobie’s in order to keep your paces matching. He’s got his hands in his leather jacket pockets, head tilted forward and proud. “Lost what?”

“My bracelets,” you lament, “that stupid anomaly messed me up and my bracelet got destroyed. Ugh, I knew I should have put them away before traveling out to that dimension.” There’s a pout on your face that makes Hobie frown - he hates to see any of his mates upset. “He said it was pretty bad there, I should’ve listened.”

“Piss-Face says it’s bad everywhere, can’t take him seriously, birdie,” Hobie says, “besides, wasn’t your fault. It’s part of your get up, ain’t it?”

“Kinda,” you reply, “I just had them for so long, I feel so…bare without ‘em.”

Hobie’s strides take him a few paces ahead of you, turning to walk backwards instead so he can face you. He gives you a once over, chuckling, “You’re right; you look mad weird without em.”

“Not funny, Hobie!” You frown, but the creases in your forehead then turn to confusion when he tosses something your way. Catching it between your hands, you open your palms to see the set of bracelets you’d believed to be destroyed in the battle; tied and combined with a piece of what you assume to be a studded band of Hobie’s.

“Good thing you got a friend who knows how to mend, yeah?” He chimes with a knowing smirk.

“How did you-?” You begin to ask, but the taller Spider brushes it off before you have a chance to address it any further.

“I’m starved, hope they have something good at the cafeteria today,” dark wicks dance as he turns forward once again, the destination set in his mind, as he turns back to you, “you comin’ or what?”

A moment passes before a much more pleasant smile that Hobie knows your for graces your lips, as you slip on the bracelet and walk in stride with him once more to the cafeteria.

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liyawritesss · 3 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ１２－Ｄｅｖｏｔｉｏｎ

－ Cherish the Day - Shuri Udaku - Black Panther

－ In which Shuri spenda her first Valentines Day with the person who helped her heal!

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“Panther,” comes the deep, familiar robotic voice of Griot over the intercom in the office, “the time is now six o’clock-”

“-yes, yes, Griot, thank you,” Shuri mumbles, brushing off the inanimate being as she usually did when she was nose deep into her reports, barely registering the words it had said.

“Panther, I was asked to remind you of your date, which is scheduled for seven o’clock this evening.”

Shit, the word rings in her head, but she isn’t all that sure if it stayed in her head.

“I was told to be firm in my reminder,” Griot adds, “should I enact a stricter voice prompt?”

“No, no,” says the royal, pushing aside the document she had finished looking over into the pile of completed reports. There were still a few pages on to the right of her, but those could be reserved for tomorrow, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“Good,” comes another voice as Shuri rises from her desk, and the sound of it makes a smile creep to her lips, “otherwise who knows; he may have put on my voice.”

Your figure leans against the threshold of the office, and it visibly comforts the other as Shuri makes her way to greet you. “I said I was coming, darling.”

“What, I can’t come to visit you now?”

“Well, we both know the kind of distraction you pose.”

A playful punch meets the royal's forearm, and Shuri laughs as she comes to envelop you into a tight embrace. It acts as a thank you for relieving her from her work, something she is far too easily susceptible to.

“I take it you’ve planned something for this evening?” Shuri asks as she loosens her hold, her hands still resting on your forearms.

“Nothing too drastic,” you reassure her, “you’ve been busy with the turn of the year; I figured a nice, quiet evening in would do us both good.”

Shuri agrees, the prospect of her work lost to her now that she is in your presence. As you pull her through the threshold, she taps on the wall twice to turn off the light in the office, the door closing and locking behind the pair.

“I also have a bunch of movies lined up.” You hum in excitement.

“Is that so?”

“Griot helped me break through Netflix’s firewall,” you reply proudly, “so now I can show you all the cringiest love movies on my list!”

Shuri doesn’t object, however, jokingly or otherwise. She just presses a kiss to your temple and lets you ramble off about the movies in question, excited for the night ahead.

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liyawritesss · 3 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ３－Ｆｌｏｗｅｒｓ

－ Dandelions - 1610!Miles Morales - Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse

－ In which Miles makes a wish on a dandelion flower he finds peeking out from the schools garden.

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Miles remembers the white puffy flowers he’d often see peeking out from the sidewalks in his neighborhood. He remembers the silly myth his parents told him at that tender age, where mystic and wonder was still the core of his innocence. Blow onto a dandelion and make a wish, and it’ll come true so long as you have faith in it.

He’d made many dandelion wishes in his childhood, but this one had to have been the silliest amongst them. He didn’t know which was more embarrassing; the fact that he was making a wish on a dandelion that seemed to survive the winter cold and be the first sign of spring to grace Visions Academy, or the fact that what he had wished for was among the most childish of things he’d ever done.

Yet, here he was, bent down at the knees in front of the school garden, holding the intact dandelion in his hand, twisting it around and examining it, the imagery of his crush sneaking into his mind as he did so.

It was childish, silly, downright embarrassing what he had wished for, and yet, he still did it. The evidence being the now empty dandelion head and the pieces of white wisp flowing into the cool spring breeze. Perhaps there was an inkling of childish hope in him that wondered if such a wish would come true - if his wish for his crush to notice him would actually come to fruition if he’d manifested the little bit of childhood magic he held onto for times like these, where hope was diminishing and he had no other avenues to turn to.

He didn’t believe it would work. He discarded the empty stem and made his way back to his dorm room afterwards, not thinking much of the subject. His evening was spent doing homework and arguing with Ganke on how to beat the Tetris level he was stuck on. Before the night was over, Miles had forgotten about the dandelion and the wish he made.

Then, the next day, as he was exiting his third period, he was reminded of it when he saw you approach him. It crept up on him like a spider on a wall, the realization coming after a conversation was sparked between the two of you.

“You’re Miles, right? From World History?” You said, and the boy has to remind himself what speaking is and how to do so, his voice coming out high-pitched from his anxiety.

“Y-yeah, yep! That’s me!”

“I knew you looked familiar!” You said with a smile, and Miles feels like he should be dreaming, but the weakness in his knees lets him know he is well awake and struggling against everything in the universe to not make a fool of himself.

“I know you’re a super science wiz,” you begin, “I’m ashamed to say I’m not as good as most of the kids here are when it comes to STEM.” What? You have a flaw? Impossible, he thinks, as he watches you shift your weight, a hint of nervousness in your voice. “Maybe I can tutor you in history sometime, if you’re willing to give me some pointers for my science class?”

There is nothing in the world that would get Miles to trust his voice after such an encounter; so he nods with a confirming hum to your proposal, and that seems to satisfy you enough, as a triumphant smile graces your lips.

“Great!” You chime, “See you around, Miles!”

The second you turn your back to leave, Miles Morales becomes a puddle of overwhelming emotions, heart thumping like a hammer against a wall, his school uniform suddenly becoming too hot to bear. He just talked to his crush, and didn’t make a complete fool of himself. Maybe that wish was worth something after all.

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liyawritesss · 3 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ１３－ＣａｒｎｉｖａｌＤａｔｅ

－ Give It All To Me - Miles Morales - Insomniac's Spiderman 2

－ In which Miles takes you on a date to Coney Island and wins you all the stuffed animals you want.

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“C’mon, baby, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!” Miles’ prideful cheer rings out amongst the other loud voices and musical tunes ringing out throughout the carnival. Coney Island was every teenager’s escape, so it’s no wonder that there was a plethora of teenage couples populating the boardwalk attractions on the evening of February 14, and you and Miles were no different.

“Jesus, Miles,” you laugh, as the booth owner hands Miles a small plush toy after winning the game, “leave some prizes for the other kids, will you?”

“Just hush and take the plushies!” the boy says as he hands it to you. You accept it graciously, the plush softness of its fabric gliding across your hands, and it makes you smile. The amount of effort and time Miles has put into the many games the both of you had played tonight warmed your heart - and filled your tote bag nearly to the brim.

After your examination of the toy, you plop it into the bag on your shoulder and give Miles an intense hug, his hands snacking around your waist as the embrace rocks you both around a little, making the both of you laugh.

“How many do you think Pete got MJ?” You muse after releasing your hold on him a little, the competitive lilt in your voice representative of the playful bet the boys made at the beginning of the double date.

“Knowing them, they probably dipped off to the ferris wheel,” Miles says, motioning towards the tall circular contraption just a few yards away, “told him he was too old to keep up with me-!”

“Don’t be mean!” You playfully chastise, delivering an equally playful punch to his shoulder. He feigns hurt, holding his arm as if he were in pain. In the midst of his act, he catches another booth that looks like it hasn’t been hit yet, and a large toy as it’s prize.

“Ready to play another game?” He says, with his eyes giving a challenging stare to you, as if encouraging you to partake. “Whoever wins gets to keep the big guy!”

“If you’re gonna let me cuddle with it at your house anyway, is it really gonna be yours if you win it?” You questioned him, and in theory, you were correct, because either way, Miles would let you have the large teddy bear either way, but he couldn’t voice that and give it merit.

“Just hush and come on.” Says the boy as he takes you by the wrist to the booth, silly smiles plastered on your faces for the entire night.

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liyawritesss · 2 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ２０－Ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ

－ Eastside - Insomniac!Miles Morales - Insomniac's Spiderman 2

－ In which Miles is usually the one to flake out on plans; so he's curious as to why all of a sudden it's so hard to get you on the phone.

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“We’re sorry, but the person you have called is unavailable at the moment. Please leave a message after the tone-”

Miles sucks his teeth after hearing the same automated message for the umpteenth time. Though he tried to keep the look of disappointment from gracing his face, the huff that left his lips was enough for Ganke to determine something was wrong.

“Did they answer?”

Miles shakes his head, “No dice.”

It’s been like that the past few weeks - plans would be made, but without warning, you’d go no contact with no prior reason as to why. At first, the gang just chalked it up to stress from school - it was very possible considering Visions wasn’t your average STEM highschool in Brooklyn. But the more it happened, the more Miles had begun to question that conclusion.

“What’s this, like, the third time in the past month?” Ganke sighs. “Should we, like, check up on them?”

Miles pockets his phone, nodding in response to Ganke’s suggestion. “Yeah, I’ll swing by.”

And swing by he did, after changing out of his red hoodie and green jacket and into his black and red Spider Suit. It didn’t take long for him to arrive at your apartment building on the Eastside, hanging just outside your window adjacent to the fire escape. He had made a move to knock on the glass, asking for entry, but he stopped mid-way when he saw what you were doing.

You sat at your desk, laptop open and phone propped up, apparently on a video call with Hailey. Though the window muffled your voice, he could make out what was being signed through the glass barrier.

“I wanted to go today, I really did, but I just couldn’t.”

‘Did you at least give them an excuse this time?’

“No, I wasn’t even thinking about that.”

‘Girl! When are you gonna tell him? This slow-burn is getting to be a bit agonizing over here!’

Slow-burn? What did Hailey mean by that? Your laugh breaks him from his thoughts, as he squints a bit harder to get a better look at the words your hands are formulating.

“What would I even say? ‘Hey Miles, sorry I’ve been bailing on you and the gang lately, I just have this massive crush on you that prevents me from even looking at you without feeling like I’ll die’?”

‘Well…that’s one way to say it.’

Crush. The word rang in his head like a loud bell, so harshly it almost made his head hurt. Miles’ body grew hot with an unknown emotion; was it anxiety? Embarrassment? Suddenly a lot of your actions made sense. Not answering calls, being exceptionally late to answering texts, the inability to make eye contact…

So caught up in his head, the young hero began to lose grip in his fingers that attached him to the brick building. Before he could reinstate the touch, Miles lost his handling and fell onto the metal fire escape, the loud thud ringing out with a loud hum for what felt like forever. A dull ache spread throughout back, a low groan leaving his lips in the process.

When he’d opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was you, surprised, with a hint of disbelief in your face; “Miles, what the hell?”

Shit, he thought. Despite his side-gig as Spiderman, he couldn’t seem to come up with a lie quick enough to cover up the fact that he had, in fact, been low-key spying on you.

“Are you okay?”

“I- uh-”

“How long have you been out here?”

“No! I- uh…was just swinging by…?”

Because what else do you say when you find out your good friend for years has a crush on you?

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Ｄａｙ２６－Ｎｏｔｅｓ

－ A Penny For Your Thoughts - Riri Williams - Marvel's Ironheart

－ In which Riri wrote you notes in highschool as friends. You find one as you’re cleaning out your closet and show it to her, now that she’s your girlfriend.

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You were expecting to find some old stuff in your closet during your usual spring cleaning session. After moving out to your own apartment for college, you surprisingly didn’t go through much of your things, honestly never having the time between work and your studies. Though, finally with some downtime, you figured there was no time to start like the present, and began going through heaps of clothes and old containers of documents to see what could be tossed, donated, or kept.

It was in one particular box - an old Nike shoe box with faded coloring and weathered cardboard - that you found what was essentially a time capsule from your highschool years, primarily freshman and sophomore year given by the immaturity of the items inside. You say on your carpet floor in your bedroom, rummaging through the mass of notes, pictures, birthday cards, and more, smiling fondly at the memories that were awoken at the sight of each of them.

One stood out to you the most, however. It was an old, faded scrap piece of notebook paper with scribbling on it that matched Riri’s signature handwriting. You remembered the day clearly - it was before she got accepted into MIT early, being one of very few gifted children to be accepted into the school at 15. Stuck in science class on a hot day in May, the two of you opted to pass notes to kill the time left before the end of the day, just barely escaping the teacher’s scrutinizing gaze.

link up at the park tonight? wanna show you smth cool :)

“Why you got all this stuff out on the floor?” Came the voice of said mechanical genius as she made her way into the room, nearly tripping over a pile of clothes you had somewhat forgotten when you picked up the box of memories. “Tryna kill me or somethin’?”

“You’re fine, hush.” You respond, turning your body to the side to face the doorway, and to Riri. She’s got on her dark blue overalls, meaning she’s been out working on one of her many projects, confirming your suspicions of where she might have disappeared to earlier in the day. “I’m just going through some stuff.”

“What’s that?” She asks, wiping her hands on her pants as she bends down to your level.

“The note you gave me sophomore year.” You answer. “You remember the night you told me about the whole Ironheart thing?”

“You kept that?” The engineer asks, head tilted to the side slightly.

“I kept everything you gave me, Ri,” you answer, “considering I had a massive crush on you at the time and all.”

She laughs a little with you, pressing a kiss into your temple, “Good thing you don’t gotta daydream about being my girl anymore then, huh?”

“Fuck you,” you pout, “how you don’t know if I still do? Hm?”

“Are you trying to one-up me or flatter me?” Riri questions with a raised eyebrow. “Both are working by the way.”

The hearty laugh that leaves her after you playfully push her away warms your heart, even if she is teasing you. She has a point though, so it’s not like you can argue. You set the piece of paper aside in your ‘keep’ pile - maybe you’ll scrapbook it at some point. It’s got too many memories for you to let go.

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Ｄａｙ６－ＡｃｔｓｏｆＳｅｒｖｉｃｅ

－ If Life Is A Movie - Miriko Usagiyama - My Hero Academia

－ In which you make breakfast for your hardworking pro-hero girlfriend's day off.

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“Okay, we got strawberries, eggs, salmon, rice…” You counted off each dish on the serving tray to make sure you had everything checked off on your list. White porcelain dishes serve prettily plated food, all which held the required nutrients your pro-hero girlfriend required to maintain her physique - strawberries for antioxidants, eggs for proteins, salmon for selenium, and rice was the staple food, of course.

You stand in the kitchen in your loungewear set, the morning sun pooling into the high rise apartment nestled in the heart of Tokyo. Today of all days is one you want to make special for the other woman in the bedroom, who still rests fast asleep in the fluffy blankets and sheets. You’d been wanting to do this for a long time; you know more than anyone endless hours and hard work Miriko puts into her work. There was a reason she was in the top five, after all, and that didn’t come easy for a woman in such a profession.

Miriko worked hard, day in and day out, never having the time for herself. Days off were as rare as a four leaf clover for the hero, and you wanted to make this one as relaxing and memorable as possible. And the most important start to any day is a well balanced breakfast.

After pouring a glass of orange juice and setting it onto its place on the serving tray, you add the final touches to it to complete the plating; a small appreciation card and skinny glass vase with a singular rose inside. Proud of your display, a big smile graces your lips as you pick up the tray with your hands and make your way to your shared bedroom.

Gently kicking open the door to walk into the room, you’re met with the sight of Miriko sitting up in the bed, aimlessly scrolling through her phone. Her ear twitches slightly at the smallest hint of noise and causes her to look up, her eyes widening at the sight of what you have in your hands.

“What’s all this?” She asks, a radiant smile tugging at her lips, and it warms your heart. The way her body immediately pans to face you entirely, straightening to open up to you completely, the surprised look on her face; it makes pride swell within your chest.

“Just a little treat for my hero,” you sing while approaching the bed, setting the serving tray down and allowing the bunny hero to see it in its entirety. From the corner of your eye, you swear you can see the ball of fluff attached to the end of her tailbone quiver in delight.

You press a kiss onto Miriko’s temple, which earns you a sigh of comfort. “Happy Valentine's Day, my love.” You murmur into her skin. Soon the feeling of arms snaking around your waist pulls you away from her slightly, only to have your lips stolen is a sweet kiss. One after another pressed onto your lips, each just as loving as the last, until you’re both giggling, breathless messes.

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－ Well Earned Reward - Phoenix/Jaime Adeyemi - Valorant

－ In which you reward Phoenix with a kiss after a well fought sparring match.

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Phoenix was many things. An excellent shot, a quick thinker, and cool under pressure, not to mention a self-proclaimed king due to his confidence. It could be argued that he was among the best that the Protocol had in its ranks, considering he was amongst the first to join and would have more resources and time allocated to honing his skills.

What Phoenix was not, however, was smooth. Something of which Jett and Yoru would never let him forget so long as he lived, and coincidentally, were doing right this moment.

“Dude, they totally demolished you on that mat,” Jett says, hands smoothing down her hair as she smooths back the flyaways that had shaken from her ponytail, “and the second-hand embarrassment is real.”

“She did no such thing!” Phoenix retorts firmly. “I got a few good hits in, it was just a luck thing, man!”

“I don’t think luck is what had them pinning you to the ground three times in a row.” Yoru tutes, the blue haired fellow never missing a beat when it comes to reminding Phoenix of his arrogance.

“Two! It was two!” Phoenix corrects.

“Right,” Yoru replies, “the third time, they just threw you off the mat before pinning you.”

Perhaps Phoenix’s approach to the sparring session was one he made under false pretenses. It didn’t take rocket science to know that Phoenix was always out for self improvement in all categories of his profession, which more often than not stroked his ego a little too much. However this wasn’t about his ego; he could live with being defeated in a sparring match. It was who the match was with that dulled his usual champion spirit when it ended in his defeat.

“Yo,” came a voice from the end of the locker isle he stood in, causing Phoenix to look up and see you. He couldn’t help the faint frown that tugged at his lips, seeing the proud smile that graced your face in victory, “you know, I’m always down for a rematch whenever the gym is open.”

“Ha. Ha.” Says the dark skin man as he slips on his shirt adjusting the gold chain that lay hidden underneath his white tank top during the training sessions. “You’ve got lots of jokes, yeah?”

“Wasn’t a joke, pretty boy,” you reply, growing closer to him, the nickname that Jett had given him suddenly bringing a new, strange feeling to Phoenix’s chest that he wasn’t sure if he enjoyed or not. Yet, such a name coming from your lips tugged his frown into an upward position, “you’re a good fighter; but you can’t win at everything.”

Phoenix shrugs; he knows you’re right, however, and so the following hum of acknowledgement gives you what you need to step forward once more, closer to the taller man, and speak again, “You should be glad you’ve got some competition, though.”

“Is that right?” Phoenix replies, head tilted to the side, tongue darting out to do a quick swipe of his lips. His arms are folded across his chest as he analyzes you; despite the close proximity, his face portrays that of someone calm and collected. If only you knew the fire that was raging within him.

With a short nod, you make a quick dip to place a peck on his cheek, and it’s here that you feel the tinge of heat tha bubbles just underneath the surface of his skin, and it sparks something in your brain that you must suppress to save the other from embarrassment.

“For encouragement,” you say slyly, “if you want that rematch.”

You leave, and now Phoenix is torn between two things: wanting to impress you and wanting to demolish you at the next sparring session.

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Ｄａｙ１９－ＡｔＨｏｍｅＤａｔｅ

－ Rained In - Riri Williams - Marvel's Ironheart

－ In which Riri's original plans for Valentines Day get spoiled by the rain, but you know just how to make the sunshine come back in her smile.

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Riri was a bit of a perfectionist.

It wasn’t totally bad; she just wanted things to go the right way - her right way - and if they did, then things would be perfect. She’d been this way since she was a child, and it hadn’t changed much as she got into her adolescent years. She’d planned things down to the tiniest detail to make sure that everything was perfect. Of course, there were factors that even the mighty IronHeart couldn’t control.

Like this stupid, god awful Chicago weather.

She sits in the windowsill of her bedroom, lips pulled into a tight frown, scowling at the rain as if the look of death she sported would make it stop, and she could somehow revive the spoiled plans she’d made for Valentines Day. Yet, the rain was persistent in proving her wrong, and that only made her more upset.

“Are you really going to sulk at the window all night?”

Riri turns to see you entering her bedroom, two white plastic bags in your hand, slightly dripping from the rain. “Or am I gonna eat this food all by myself.”

The engineer huffed, rising from her seat to climb into bed. The black leggings and the white slouch socks she sported had grown too comfortable on her skin to be removed now, so they were dedicated as loungewear instead of part of her dinner outfit.

“C’mon, Ri,” you hummed while sitting the bags down on the bedside table, slipping off your water peppered sweater as you crawled onto the bed to meet her, “it’s gonna be okay.”

“Stupid fucking weather,” she says with a pout, “can’t ever trust those goddamn forcasters.”

“It’s Chicago,” you reason, “we couldn’t trust Mother Nature if she gave us the weather directly.”

You look into her eyes, giving her a knowing look. The grin she tried to suppress breaks through, to which you pressed a quick kiss against her lips.

“It’s still a special day,” you remind her, “because I’m spending it with you. I don’t need a special restaurant reservation and a dozen bouquets of roses to make it special, Riri.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she drones, pouting again, “still would’ve been nice, though, all things considered.”

“Well, there’s always our birthdays, or anniversaries, or other important dates,” you remind her, pulling away slightly, “but for now, Harolds and Hulu is gonna have to do, okay?”

A moment passes as the two of you look at each other - Riri knows your right, even though she doesn’t want to admit it. If she drones on it any longer, it will make her more upset.

“Okay, fine, whatever,” she concedes, “what’re we watching?”

“You choose something,” you say, jokingly adding “get that frown off your face, tired of looking at it.”

“Fuck you,” Riri laughs.

“Sure,” you jest, handing her a styrofoam container with her order, “after we eat, of course.”

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Ｄａｙ２５－Ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅｓ

－ Worth More Than Words - Shuri Udaku - Marvel's Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

－ In which you and Shuri make a vision board detailing the journey of your relationship from past to present.

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“Oh god, I remember this one! When we went on that coffee date on campus?”

You hold up a printed picture of the day Shuri and you went on your first date together. It was at a crappy angle, as neither of you knew how to take those hip selfies that kids just a few years younger than you did, but it captured the new innocence that came with a fresh relationship. The two of you beaming ear to ear with your chosen beverages from the local campus cafe where you first met; it was a day neither of you have forgotten.

You lay the image down on the corkboard, pressing it in place with a thumb tack along the purple line that was strung along the length of the board as well. There were some pictures on their already, commemorating important moments and milestones within your relationship to date. From said first date to the most recent vacation the two of you took to Haiti, plus the many more photos you had stacked in tiny piles next to either of you, the tracking activity was something the both of you were enjoying far more than what you thought you would.

“Okay, but what about this one? The one Nakia took of us by the beachside?” Shuri hands you a polaroid of said picture, the memories of the evening flooding back to you. It was your first anniversary together, and it just so happened to fall in the timeframe you both were going to see Nakia and to check up on the progress of the school she was running. Spending a night out on the beach with a moonlight picnic, the intimacy of the date made you feel like a true princess; and so lucky the two of you were that Nakia came by and offered to commemorate the moment with a picture.

“You know what would make this board really complete?” You said to Shuri, a little smile on your face that always told her that you were up to something.

“What are you suggesting, love?” The royal questions, eyebrows raised curiously. She watches as you instantly raise, trotting over to the nearby dresser, and pulling out the white polaroid camera the two of you bought while in the states. As you return to your spot on the ground, you beckon Shuri to shift closer to you to be in the camera’s view.

“Let’s take a picture here,” you said, “to commemorate where we are in our relationship now!”

Shuri looks at you with an immense amount of love in her eyes, lips stretched wide across her face in a smile as she nods to your request. She makes it a special picture, too, planting a kiss on your cheek as you take the perfect snapshot. She’ll have to remember to get copies of this polaroid made, so that she can keep one for herself, to remember one of the happiest moments she’s ever had in her life.

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－ Midnight Rendezvous - 42!Miles Morales - Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse

－ In which no one in life understands you, except the boy in the flat across the hall who you sneak out onto the rooftops with every Sunday night.

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“Rough day, huh?” Those three words are how your usual hangouts started. The night air is a bit chilly, complementary of the early spring weather that comes with February. It’s refreshing at least, compared to the week the both of you have had.

“Don’t even get me started,” you drone, pulling the hoodie sleeves over her fingers to keep them from growing cold. The sweater is actually Miles’, one he’d let you borrow on a much colder midnight rendezvous, and you had yet to return.

He sits criss-cross next to you, the ends of his twin french braids moving as he does so. The fluorescent lighting from the streetlights paint his face in a pretty glow, the sounds of police sirens are distant and remind you of the kind of world you live in. Despite it all, however, these little trips to the rooftop with Miles on Sunday evenings give you a sense of serenity.

“Can’t have been worse than mine.” he comments.

“Well,” you say in an exhale, “the entire school is pink and red now for Valentines Day.”

“Shit- I forgot about that,” You go to the same school, so he knows exactly what you're referencing, and he snickers in distaste, wiping down the length of his face, “I’m not looking forward to that tomorrow.”

“Be lucky you didn’t have to help decorate it,” you say, “though I can say confidently that you should expect a lot of secret admirer letters in your locker.”

A little laugh leaves your lips as you watch Miles sink into his seat, hands covering the back of his head as he cowers and pouts; he didn’t want to be reminded of his popularity status amongst the girls at Visions Academy, but you couldn’t not pass up the opportunity to mess with him a little bit.

“I think I might just die, thanks.” he murmurs in defeat. You rest your hand on his back, running soothing circles in between his shoulder blades.

“Don’t get all shy now, playa,” you tease, “you knew it was coming. Now it’s time to face the music!”

“I’d rather face my mom with a slipper on a bad day from the hospital.”

You playfully push the other to the side, laughter filling the air from both of you, because you knew there to be some truth in his statement. You were sure that he would take every loophole possible to avoid the girls he knew had a massive crush on him, and that he’d much prefer his mothers’ snappy attitude than the bombardment of his classmates with heart shaped eyes. “You play too much.”

After he recovers from your playful assault on him, he sees that you’ve turned your attention to the sky above the two of you. “The stars are out tonight.”

There isn’t much to see in a city heavy with light pollution, but the stars are there. Little specks of twinkling lights hung high in the sky to be admired by all; Miles sees why you like them. Its as easy to get lost in the deep blue sky as it is to get lost in you, which he finds himself doing more frequently.

“They’re so pretty,” you say mindlessly, and Miles turns his gaze from the sky onto you. There’s silence for a moment, and you’re so caught up in the stars you have yet to notice how the boy finds you much more prettier in this light.

“Yeah,” he says lowly, almost in a murmur, “sure is.” He then turns back towards the sky, wondering if it’s the sky he should find more prettier than the girl who keeps him company on the rooftops of their apartment building.

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Ｄａｙ８－ＣｈｏｓｅｎＳｏｕｌｍａｔｅｓ

－ Someone's Someone - Valkyrie/Brunnhilde - Marvel's Thor

－ In which you and Valkyrie share a heart to heart on top of a cliff on the coastline of New Asgard.

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“I never thought I’d find another.”

Those weren’t the words that you expected for her to say to you as you ascended up the overpass that looked out towards the sea. It causes you to pause in the moment, a whisper of confusion leaving your lips. “What?”

Brunnhilde pauses as well, though she takes her time to turn, her attention ultimately landing on the view of the ocean. The waters are calm but the sound of their waves crashing onto the shores are still there, a sort of lullaby from the ocean to the residents of New Asgard. The two of you have visited this cliff many times before, have felt its breeze and listened to its song, and have fallen asleep together atop the grassy peak. You’ve spent countless nights here, laughing, crying, reminiscing. For her to ask you to accompany her on a trip to the cliff wasn’t out of the ordinary, but the King’s demeanor has a notable shift that you, her second in command, can pick up in a heartbeat.

This however, was something different entirely.

“Before,” she starts, thin black braids that frame her face blowing in the wind, “I had someone. Someone who made life worth living. Someone I could call my own.”

“Your lover,” it slips out unintentionally, but before you can stop yourself, the words continue on, “she saved you in the fight with Hela. You’ve told me about her.”

“Yes,” Brunnhilde replies, “she saved me,” the way she says it makes you wonder if you spoke out of turn. It had always been a sensitive topic for the King, as you knew the importance of what her role as a Valkyrie and her warrior sisters meant to her, especially as it pertained to the woman who first held her heart. Her head turns to you first before her body follows, her feet carrying her to meet you where you originally paused in your tracks, and she says “though, it can be argued that you have done the same?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together tightly, “I’m not sure I follow, Val…”

The King takes your hands into hers, they’re warm and soft and make your heart speed up slightly.

“We have been through so much together,” Brunnhilde begins again, “I wouldn’t have been able to build up our new home without you. In fact, I think I should credit much of who I am today to your mere presence-”

“Hold on there, Hildy,” you interject a small chuckle leaving your lips, “it sounds like you’re going to say you love me or something.”

Maybe this time you did speak out of turn, because when Brunnhilde falls silent once again with a look mixed with shock and despondency, the realization of the situation dawns on you.

She was going to say that.

“Wait, are you serious-?”

“-I didn’t think I could.” Her hands leave yours abruptly, leaving the cold to nip at your fingers. “Not after her, but you…” There's a look in her eyes that sends an unfamiliar feeling throughout your body - a chill different from the one currently surrounding you, and a fluttering in your stomach unlike any other. “When I was at my lowest, you were there. When things were too much, you took the reins from me and took lead. And as I watched you from the sideline, I remember thinking ‘there is no one else I'd rather have at my side; there is no one else I could entrust these things to’.”

Brunnhilde grows closer, and you welcome her into your space, heart rate speeding up, “There is no one else I trust my life with. And, if you would have it - assuming this hasn't been made awkward enough…” The burnt honey toned woman bites her lip in anticipation, “...I would like…to trust you with my heart.”

A moment passed, which seems like hours, but just as she believes she’s overstepped, overshared too much and destroyed the partnership that had been so carefully crafted, Brunnhilde’s lips had been taken ahold of. She closes her eyes, relishing in your touch, and for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, she allows love to consume her body.

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IᑎTᖇOᗪᑌᑕTIOᑎ

Hello lovelies! It’s been a while since we’ve had an event around these parts, so with the new year in commencement and with February coming up, I wanted to do something special to celebrate all the accomplishments I have achieved on this account with the lovely people who follow me! Therefore, to commemorate Valentines Day, Black History Month, and the milestone of reaching 3,000 followers, I have organized this event titled “Flowers in Bloom” to bring in the new year!

The event will have a total of three categories; Valentine Drabbles, Match-Making, & Love Letter Requests. These three categories will ensure that everyone gets the chance to read and/or request something they like, and I get to challenge myself writing wise and time-management wise!

Check out the categories, rules, and fandoms included in this event below!

ᖇᑌᒪEᔕ & ᖴᗩᑎᗪOᗰᔕ

The general rules surrounding this event are as follows:

The Valentines Drabbles are specifically for black characters. These will be posted every day for the month of February, and will not be substituted. The Valentines Drabbles are 500-700 words each based on a prompt list provided, so you’ll have an idea of what will be written that day!

The Match-Making segment will span all the fandoms that I am in! How it will go is that you will send in a little entry about yourself, including whatever you want to include to describe yourself as best as possible so that I may give you the best match possible! These descriptors can include: your name, likes/dislikes, interests, etc.

Love Letter Requests are like any other request that one would submit to their favorite fanfic author; except these will be limited to 500 words for time and efficiency, but you will be able to ask for a character of your choice from the fandom list provided!

The Fandom List Includes:

My Hero Academia

Haikyuu!!

Arcane: League of Legends

Valorant

K/DA / True Damage

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Avatar: The Legend of Korra

Marvel’s Black Panther

Marvel’s Ironheart

Marvel’s Spiderman

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Insomniac’s Spiderman (1, Miles Morales, & 2)

Mortal Kombat

Resident Evil (2-4 (Remakes Only), 5, 7-8)

Assassin’s Creed (All Main Titles)

Legacies

ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎE ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

The Valentine Drabbles will be the drabbles I post every day for the month of February, according to a prompt list I’ve formulated. The list of characters are all black characters from the variety of fandoms I write for, to center these black characters and their stories from their respective source of media. The said fandoms will include games, television series, anime, cartoons, and movies.

Prompt List:

Day 1 - Diamonds

Day 2 - Friendship

Day 3 - Flowers

Day 4 - Cheek Kisses

Day 5 - Secret Admirer

Day 6 - Acts of Service

Day 7 - Star Gazing

Day 8 - Chosen Soulmate

Day 9 - Promises

Day 10 - Gift Exchange

Day 11 - Chocolates

Day 12 - Devotion

Day 13 - Carnival Date

Day 14 - Secret Relationship

Day 15 - Love Letters

Day 16 - Situationship

Day 17 - Dinner Date

Day 18 - Gift Giving

Day 19 - At Home Date

Day 20 - Confessions

Day 21 - First Kiss

Day 22 - Music

Day 23 - Quality Time

Day 24 - Cuddles

Day 25 - Pictures

Day 26 - Notes

Day 27 - Matching Outfit

Day 28 - Soft Launch

ᗰᗩTᑕᕼ-ᗰᗩKIᑎG

As stated above, the Match-Making section of this event is fairly simple: send me a brief description of yourself, including a name, likes/dislikes, interests, aesthetics, etc, so that I may pair you up with the best possible option for you! With the Match-Making, you will get a general synopsis of what I think you two will fit well together, and a few headcanons/scenarios that would describe the dynamic between the two of you! Who knows, maybe you might score a date with your lovely match!

ᒪOᐯE ᒪETTEᖇᔕ

You can send in requests for the event like you would normally send in a request to any other author for your favorite character, and you will receive a cute love letter for said character! This will either be in the form of an actual love letter gifted to you from the character of your choice, or a brief storyline consisting of you and your chosen character. Both will be limited to 500 words, but you may also choose a prompt from the given prompt list in the Valentines Drabble section of this post if a scenario doesn’t come to mind for you!

ᑕOᑎᑕᒪᑌᔕIOᑎ

All things pertaining to this event will be tagged with #flowersinbloom🏵 so that it may be easier to find on my account. I hope everyone has fun here for the month of February, and remember; Black Lives Matter, black characters in entertainment media matter, love comes in all shapes and forms, YOU are loved, and that I am forever grateful to each and every one of you who make writing and fandom a comfort and loving experience for me.

Happy Black History Month and Happy Valentines Day folks!

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－ A King's Wish - T'Challa Udaku - Marvel's Black Panther

－ In which during a tumultuous time during T'Challa's duties with the Avengers in America, he pays a visit to a certain someone ro calm his mind.

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A King should never get too comfortable in his position - and if he is, then he shouldn’t be king. It was one of the many morals instilled upon T’Challa as crowned prince to the Wakandan throne. He knows he’s got a lot to risk for himself, for his people, and unfortunately he doesn’t have the ability to allow himself to get too comfortable. Though, just because he’s King of arguably the most powerful nation on earth, doesn’t mean he’s absolved from having guilty pleasures.

And it just so happens that he’s on his way to visit said guilty pleasure right now.

He has to keep a low profile, though. More than raised eyebrows would occur if people saw a member of the Wakandan royal family casually strolling into a college campus, accompanied by brightly colored warrior women trained to kill. So he dawns much more casual, American clothing, and so do the two members of the KingsGuard accompanying him, because of course, he couldn’t come completely alone.

With so much happening the past few months, all T’Challa truly wants is to be in your arms. To remember how they feel around him, to cement your kisses into his skin so that they never disappear again. It’s wishful thinking, he knows it is; there’s only so much time the two of you will have together, but he doesn’t like to think about that. Instead, he chooses to relish in the present, and perhaps, speak on what future instances would look like.

He remembers the day the two of you first met. Being introduced to each other by his friend who taught the graduate level african history class you were enrolled in, the professor relayed your expressed interest in Wakanda and the desire to study the history of the nation on a deeper level. While he could not grant you access inside the tightly secured country for reasons, T’Challa was more than willing to oblige in your questions to assist in your research. Little did he know that the mere prospect of assisting you in your extended project would lead to something much more deeper.

It was a breath of fresh air for the royal, a change of pace from his constant need to save face. You didn’t treat him like a King - which, granted, he had to get used to - but rather an average scholar you were bouncing ideas off of. While most of his life he has been molded to be a pillar of sovereignty, with you, T’Challa was able to have some semblance of normalcy in his life. Something he didn’t know he craved so carnally until he met you.

He sighs as his fist raps at your door, his body already buzzing with excitement at the idea of seeing you again after a long time being apart. You open it, and T’Challa’s lips immediately crack into a smile.

“Now, I remember telling you to let me know when you’re coming by,” you say in a voice akin to disbelief, standing in the doorway of your apartment that resides close to campus, “y’know, instead of knocking on my door like you’re the police or somethin’?”

“Can you blame me?” T’Challa retorts, “I was in a rush.”

Well, there’s little you can do about the King who seemingly lost his manners, besides welcome him into your home - and your heart - for the night.

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