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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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The Silent Treatment - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: slight angst, slice of life, crack(ish?), fluff, cursing

Summary: Bakugou is very much....an asshole. A shithead. A professional dick if you will. And Y/N, being his girlfriend is very much aware of that. So when he takes it too far, she has to make sure he learns his lesson.

A/N: just a quick lil cute thing, totally not spelled check

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Hey babe!” Bakugou said as he walked into the living room to find his girlfriend reading a book. He plopped down next to her and just relaxed in the feeling of the soft cushion. The little shit felt like messing with his girlfriend today.

Y/N had already been having a pissy day. After arguing with her boss, forgetting a few items back at the grocery store, and losing her new pair of headphones, she just wanted some peace with her cup of tea and a good book. Now, she has her loving boyfriend to comfort her as well. This day was surely taking a turn...right?

“Hi love, need something?” You asked calmly with the most melodic voice. Your voice. His favorite sound in the world. The sound of you just put a smile on his face which is a huge oxymoron to what this motherfucker is about to say.

“Nah, just wanted to talk to my princess,” he said while resting his head on your stomach, resting in between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. You awed at him but didn’t notice his little devil smile. “I had the best dream last night.”

“About what Suki?” You asked while petting his soft hair.

“You.”

“Awweee,”

“Yeahhh. You went mute for the day. Fucking paradise.” Once the words left his mouth you stilled your actions and felt your eye twitch in annoyance. Your hand on his head stilled and slightly tugged at it. In any other circumstance, Bakugou would’ve groaned at the tug (kinky bastard) but he was too busy chuckling into your tummy.

You exhaled roughly through your nose and pushed Bakugou off of you in a very polite way. He rolled onto his back onto the actual couch and watched as you crossed your legs, close your book, and pick up your tea mug.

“Hmph!” Was all that you “said” as you tilted your nose to the air and walked away. Bakugou just snickered as you left. He thought it was adorable when you were mad over tiny inconveniences and thought it was hot as fuck when you were yelling at him, but today, you won’t be doing neither.

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About 30 minutes had passed and Bakugou had awoken from his nap on the couch. He fell asleep after you walked away but now missed your touch. He sat up, stretched, and went to find you. He walked around the house until he spotted you relaxing in the jacuzzi in the backyard. He grinned at your relaxed look and went to change.

A few minutes later Bakugou had came out to join you in the hot tub. Your eyes were shut as you relaxed in the bubbling water, and so Bakugou was able to get in without being seen. He relaxed into the water as he scooted closer to you, eventually grabbing a hold of your waist.

“Hi baby,” he said as he attempted to place you in his lap but you looked at him with an unimpressed look as you scooted away. “Y/N?”

You grabbed your towel and stepped out of the tub. You wrapped yourself in the cloth as you walked back into the house, completely ignoring Bakugou as he spoke to you.

“Wha- you’re just gonna leave? I just got in with you,” he pouted. He opted to stay in the nice warm water for a bit but once you closed the door he groaned and sunk deeper into the water. He let the water go just above his mouth and right below his nose as he blew bubbles into the tub out of annoyance.

‘The fuck is up with her?’ He thought to himself.

—

Time passed and Bakugou came out the tub. He went back to his room to change into some gray sweats and a black long sleeve (and yes he pulled the sleeves up a bit because he knew you found it attractive and if y’all don’t, well I do).

He walked into the kitchen and spotted you seemingly eating dinner. He noticed a plate for him but kind of frowned at the fact that you didn’t wait for him. He saw you placed the plate on the other side of the island, far away from you, and so he pulled the plate over and took the seat next to you.

“Hey, princess? You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He asked but you said nothing as you just ate in silence. “Silent treatment huh?” No words.

“Baby, is this about what I said? I was only kidding Y/N,” he said as he tried to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it off and he groaned. “Fine. Be that way, you’ll get over it. Come talk to me when you’re done acting like a brat.”

Bakugou just grunted as he ate his dinner in silence right next to you. You finished before him and walked away after you washed your dish and this time it was Bakugou who snubbed his nose in the air at you. If it was the silent treatment that you were gonna give then it was the silent treatment that you were gonna get....sorta.

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“BABYYYY PLEASSEEEEE!!” He whined while poking at your leg. You were currently in your home office typing away at your computer doing work when Bakugou came in about 25 minutes after he finished his dinner. He couldn’t help himself. He missed you.

You continued to ignore Bakugou as he poked and shook you for attention. You gave him nothing all day and he was getting close to his limit. Please believe he wasn’t getting shit after that brat comment.

“Princessss, c’mon! It was a joke baby, let’s go to sleep, yeah?” He begged. You looked at him with a bored expression and saw his smile as you finally gave him something. You turned back to face your computer and his smile dropped again and was replaced with a scowl. “Y/N, I was just messing with you. I love the sound of your voice and I love you. So quit ignoring me and come give me love!” He demanded.

When he noticed you weren’t budging, he stood from his seat and pinched the bridge of his nose as he mentally counted.

‘1....2...3,’

He gave in and forcefully turned your chair and threw you over his shoulder. You didn’t speak to him but you squirmed and shook trying to get out of his grasp.

“Aye, aye,” he smacked your ass to get you to stop, “quit it. I’m tired, and I want sleep, and we both know I don’t sleep unless my teddy bear is with me, so shush.”

You looked at him when he told you to “shush.” As if you hadn’t been doing that all day. He just squinted his eyes as he knew what you were thinking. “You know what I mean shitty woman!”

Bakugou stormed into your shared bedroom and dropped you onto the mattress. You didn’t even try to run away. You had decided that, yes, you are indeed tired but you refused to give a certain blonde any attention. You stretched on the bed and Bakugou was in awe of your cute state but quickly snapped out of his trance when you turned on your side and gave him your back.

Bakugou got into bed along side you and scooted closer. He pressed himself against your back but once he made contact, you scooted farther away. And so, he scooted himself closer again but just like before, you scooted away. This went on about 2 more times before you scooted and fell off the bed.

“Y/N? You okay, love?” He asked as he looked down at you. You popped up from the floor, on your knees and grumbled to yourself as you vented quietly. You stood up and continued ranting as you tried to walk away to sleep on the couch but before you could get away from the king sized bed, Bakugou grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him. “Ignore me all you want but I’m not sleeping without my cuddles.”

You sighed as you gave in. You allowed him to hold you but you refused to speak. Bakugou rubbed circles onto your back as he inhaled your scent but he missed the sound of your voice. The sweet sound that was something similar to honey.

“Baby...I’m sorry.”

You looked at him when he apologized and raised your brow. A verbal, genuine, apology from Katsuki Bakugou? This you’ve gotta see.

“I know I shouldn’t have said that to you and even if I was only kidding......it was pretty fucking mean. ..But I hope you know I love the sound of your damn voice. I love you, dumbass. And I would never ask you to stay silent because....*sigh* ‘cuz your voice, you talking to me, you being with me, and just you in general keeps me sane. So I’m sorry. Okay? And I love you..” he said with a growing blush as he stared at you with a flustered face.

You smiled and went up to peck his lips and then give him a loving kiss. He jumped at the sudden contact but quickly melted into the kiss. He smiled as he finally got to revel in the sweet intimate moments like this. The sweet moments he’s been missing all day.

“I love you too Suki.” Oh how he craved to hear your voice. He loved the sweet sound and missed your loving tone. He pulled you in closer and just held you tight. He doesn’t plan on letting go.

“I’m so sorry. I will never make you upset like that ever again.” He bargained but you only shook your head.

“Katsuki, I was just messing with you today. I had an annoying day and that little joke just sent me over the edge but you know I never take your mean quips to heart. You’re rough around the edges but that’s just who you are and I don’t mind it. I love everything about you, even if you’re a jerk sometimes,” you teased and flicked at his nose. You giggled as he whined and tried to soothe the spot you hit. “You don’t have to censor yourself around me. Okay?”

Bakugou smiled even more. He loves you so damn much. Not only did you know he was just a little abrasive, but you accepted him for all his brunt behavior. You truly did love him. “Thanks princess,”

He sealed the deal with a sweet kiss to your temple as you giggled at the warm feeling of his soft lips. He pulled you down to his chest as you both cuddled up for the night. You sleeping is the only time Bakugou will ever be okay with you being silent. But never again will he ever allow himself to get the silent treatment.

A/N: Guys, I’m so sorry. I’ve been in such a slump and I feel like im reaching a writers block. It’s not even like I don’t have any ideas, I do! And I even have multiple unfinished pieces in my drafts but I just don’t have any motivation to finish :( sorry Cubs, don’t worry, I’ll try my best to finish them as quick as I can. Idk, should I take a break?

I’m already in the middle of a story and I don’t wanna leave those who are reading on a cliffhanger.

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spotsupstuff · 2 years

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What is Skullplum in your Fruit Twins AU? Are they a couple or a friend-like dynamic between the two characters?

Short answer: friends with (all kinds of) benefits turned revenge-made-empty-husk-of-her-former-being and clinically fucked up murderous untreated sociopath who is Lowkey addicted to her cuz magic n while he recognizes she isn't able to reciprocate any real nice feelings back and will never again be able to show him the care he craves, he's too Desperate for a face he can trust to listen to his common sense and rather gives in to his delusions of possibly having what they used to have once she gets what she wants

The only time Anything romantic came up between them was pre-vibe check in the form of Six confusing his feelings for romantic ones cuz he was new to this whole "relationship with someone who I don't consider part of my monkey family", but he realized quickly he’d rather love her platonically after they had a small talk together. Both agreed that kissing each other on the lips makes their skin crawl, being all mushy in early mornings and sharing themself to the other 100% at times are all commitments they EITHER aren’t ready for yet or just don’t feel comfy with

More in detail answer for their FT!history: HOOOOO BOY

So it all started with the fact that Six Ear has had some rough decades behind him. After the burning of the Huaguo shan, 49 years of complete radio silence from SWK followed which made everyone think that their king was deadass dead which was very stressful for the general public and absolutely soul crushing for the other two monkey siblings. Ma, bless her poor heart, wasn’t able to stop asking Six Ear to just Try and find SWK with his supernatural hearing every day for like 10 years because of how distraught she was about it, so one can imagine that Six, the youngest of the little royal monkey family, Was Going Through It already while also having to balance taking care of the famine plagued mountain sometimes all by himself.

After the 49 years, finally came the moment when Buddha trapped SWK under the Five Elements Mountain and like immediately Six knew about it. So that was a relief. He and Ma came to visit SWK, Ma cried and cursed the fuck out of SWK for deciding to lead that war on Heaven while kissing his forehead and cheeks and then Six tried to free him but to no avail ofc. WHICH means that the 500 additional years of famine, suffering, stress and crushing reality that their King is Right There but they can do literally NOTHING about it has begun.

As expected, Six have had multiple breakdowns about this whole situation (the other Stalwart Generals did too) even though they had support from the Bull Demon kingdom and one day he decided he should vent to a tree on White Tiger Mountain (WBS’ residence) n he got pretty loud, ending up beating the tree into sub-atomal level out of frustration. White Bone Spirit heard that and was like “who the fuck is destroying my trees, I ain’t got many of those”, some of other demons living on the mountain came rushing to her shouting bout some powerful McFuck walking around the mountain, scaring them shitless, so she decided that “Okay, maybe I should really deal with that, don’t what that Other demon stirring up chaos in my house” and so she came down.

They ended up fighting cuz Idk, Six was in the mood to kinda fight and somehow the fight ended up being a lot of fun for the both of them cuz they were pretty evenly matched. At some point Six started cracking out sassy remarks which WBS hasn’t really experienced before so it intrigued her beyond reason. She Be Curious Lil Lass.

Fight ended as a draw and they decided they should start meeting up cuz both were interested in the other for entertainment purposes, Six really needed some more lighthearted less-emotion-draining activity than taking care of the Huaguo shan and WBS was just “👀 fun?”

Cue around 250 years of relationship building, they danced together, sang, playfought, talked about their issues, taught each other some moves be it magic based or martial arts based, Six Ear ended up telling her small tidbits from future that he listened to to pass the time. WBS was especially interested in his special ability which really flattered him so the future telling was a common occurance. This is where the whole Destiny shtick that WBS has in the show gets birthed and it also explains why she is so certain that she will one day get to great power.

After the time BDK pulls back his support to Huaguo shan because of Red Boy being born which causes even more complications for the monkey kingdom and Six ends up having to say goodbye to WBS cuz at that point he’s. kinda the only food source for his whole home island thanks to his shadow hopping to mainland. WBS understands and they part ways without any drama, hoping to see each other again one day when things will be maybe better.

And Then JT/TW Stuff Happens.

SWK is freed by Tripitaka, they get the rest of the pilgrims on team, meet WBS, Myerder Of She happens except instead of Actually dying on the third hit she doesn’t keel over and instead switches into bossfight mode. The pilgrims end up having to trap her in Her Bones Box. Journey goes on, the conflict between Six and SWK happens, SWK ends up having to kill Six, Six’s body is buried at the roots of Himalayas and he takes a trip to the 17th hell (like presumambly he did in canon). Few years pass, the journey “ends” (it ends a bit differently in Fruit Twins than it does in the og novel) and the fake Mayor or, at the time, the Fragment, revives Six thru some of that WBS magic he has going on. Poor Six woke up in his own grave still buried, half reformed from being just skeleton at this point and had to dig his way out of there all by himself. Turns out the Fragment was looking for him under the wrong tree.

Six wasn’t in a good shape cuz of the whole Hell Thing + the injuries from his fight with SWK stayed as if he JUST finished the fight and cuz it was an immortal being that beat him up he couldn’t heal those things up quickly as he would normally, so the Fragment ends up taking him to The Bones Box where WBS is able to talk to him again. The Fragment helps Six recover and Six helps WBS craft her whole Destiny plan that is applied in the LMK time through his future hearing.

This is also the time when his “addiction” to her becomes a thing. My idea behind it is that as a shadow being, Six Ear needs an inner “light source” to be able to use his powers. Before all of this, he had SWK, what with the King’s strong golden glow and all. This whole bond is purely spiritually gained and it was very strong with SWK since they are literal Yin and Yang pieces. They belong with each other, compliment each other, empower each other. Loving twins power and all that.

After the JT/TW fight was done, SWK severed this bond, therefore leaving Six without any light to fuel his powers. During his recovery with WBS, she offered her own light. In the show her light is, I’d say, much more mellow, soft, one could say almost weak when she’s not trying to use it to Intimidate. This all is VERY good for Six because yanno how shadows grow longer and darker at dawn. Thanks to her type of light, he wields more power than he ever did when he was light-bonded with SWK.

And he just can’t get enough of that. The power is intoxicating. It’s sweet, it runs down his arms nursing his burns from the 17th hell. The blue glow bends to his will easier than the golden light. He can twirl it around his finger, he can tear any shadow from a wall. He can create a giant shadow avatar, an extension of his own self. ...it’s a comfort of someone being there after he was oh so unjustly left by brother and casted out by sister.

It’s great...

Never does he want to lose this.

After he recovers he says his goodbyes to his beloved friend and goes on his way to adventures throughout the euroasian continent for the next centuries. WBS, at that point, is already incapable of producing a genuine positive emotion. For all purposes, the yaoguai Six made friends with is gone for good, but he doesn’t really realize that until reflecting on his recovery time with her some decades later.

But, still, even after that realization, when the Fragment comes to fetch him to help out with finding the Skeleton Key (which is lost in Fruit Twins rather than given by WBS to Six), he comes without much protests. It takes the two of them multiple years to finally fucking find the thing, but Six is a clever little shit with great contacts all over the place and shit ton of experience at this point thanks to his mercenary work and journeying, so they manage. The Fragment takes on the name of the Mayor and Six sends him to Wan Qian Cheng to set everything up. HE is going to come a bit later to them. His reason for that is to gather more information on Sun Wukong cuz “Oh fuck, my brother is showing up after all this time?? I need to figure out why the cunt is doing that.” and subsequently on the Qi Xiaotian team as well.

Then the s1e9 happens, s2e7 follows up and he still gets choke held by the Mayor but he doesnt struggle much cuz he knows he isn’t in actual danger and at this point he just doesn’t give a shit about anything that doesn’t Actually pose a danger to him so he lets it happen (thats how I explain to myself the weird lack of overall reaction at the end of that episode). The Mayor drops him off at WBS’, she gives him the offer to become HER marshal and he almost takes the offer cuz everything is great, right? It’s his old friend, he trusts her with his life- fuck, she GAVE this life to him, he should be grateful about that.

But he refuses because of the kid she is possessing.

See, Fruit Twins!Six has a weakness for kids (like proper kids, Xiaotian/Xiaojiao don’t count. they’re young adults n all). Normally he’s a ruthless gruesome fighter, but if a kid is around he’s trying to be somewhat decent and get the little ankle biter to safety. He has a strong mom instinct cuz of him being of the Yin and seeing the Host, a 14 year old girl in THAT kinda position, was like getting dunked into freezing water. He knew that the Lady wasn’t what she Used to be, but he didn’t expect This.

So he ends up declining her offer.

He attempts to escape, but because of the shadow lantern WBS catches him and traps him in there until she is able to leave the Host’s body and be physical without the girl’s unwilling help. After the s2 finale, she is able to do so.

The girl ends up in jail-cellars of the Spider Queen’s lair, WBS lets Six out and with the kid out of the picture, he pushes all common sense away for the sake of being able to be with someone he knows and trusts out of desperation for safety and rest. He hasn’t been able to really relax for a few centuries now and he Knows he gets to do that with WBS right there- the time he spent with her during the Huaguo shan famine is the evidence! And she DOES do that for him, she doesn’t hurt him or truly leaves him before either asking for his full consent and/or informing him.

After ages of social deprivation and loss, the Six Eared Macaque couldn’t be happier.

AAAAAND that’s where the fruit twins version of s3 picks up n this single relationship changes how it goes almost completely because it’s basically the exact opposite of canon! -glares at canon Mac-

#Spot says stuff #lmk #s3 spoilers #skullplum #mk macaque #mk white bone spirit #mk blood moons #fruit twins au #if u hear someone callin ft version of em romantics then dont believe em theres a good chance theyre fuckers -squints at swag n vix- /lh #but also note that skullplumt the tag functions primarily as a warnin tag so its free to be used for em in any relationship position #like unironically id LOVE to see some romantic skullplum idk how That could work but the Aesthetics of that... damn

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mageofseven · 4 years

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Could I request MC hanging out with the brothers but having a hard time enjoying it cuz they’re stressed from school? How long would it take for each of them to notice MC just isn’t having fun and what would they do?

Of course, Nonnie! I actually really like this prompt~

Lucifer:

The oldest noticed within the first day of them being stressed

However, he left them to handle it on their own, thinking it was just a rough day and that they should be better by tomorrow.

When tomorrow came and they weren't better, the man grew concerned.

He invited them out to dinner Friday to take their mind off of whatever has been plaguing them.

When the human didn't seem to be able to relax during dinner, he simply sighed.

"Please, tell me what has had you so tense these last few days."

They told him that their Devildom History class was getting too overwhelming; there was too much that happened in the last few millennia and too many dates to remember. They felt they couldn't keep up like the rest of the class could.

"MC, the rest of the class has been studying this material for a few hundred years at least." The man reminded them. "Neither Diavolo nor myself expects you to work at the same level as the other students."

He admired that MC took their studies seriously, but found it silly that they would compare themselves to students who were so much older than themselves, even if they didn't appear so.

After dinner, he took them for a relaxing evening stroll, which helped the human clear their head a bit.

Mammon:

He knew within the first couple of days they were stressed out.

The second brother took them out to a party and usually they loved parties, but that night they just... felt weirdly distant. They would say that they're having fun, but it all just seemed... force.

The man didn't like it. He pulled them to the side.

"Oi! Enough with the fake smiles, Human!" He told them. "What's with the silence?"

MC stared at the ground.

"I...I failed the exam last week." She mumbled. "The teacher handed the tests back Monday and it was the worst I've done yet."

Really doesn't understand it.

Yeah, he gets anxiety when he fails stuff too, but that's only 'cause of Lucifer. He doesn't actually care about his grades beyond that.

Takes them home since they aren't really feeling it. The two hangout in his room, blasting music as they curl up on the couch together.

MC is still upset, but appreciated the closeness.

Leviathan:

Doesn't really notice at first, too absorbed in the video game.

When he finally passing the level he's been struggling with for the past hour, he turns to MC, seeking praise, but the human isn't looking at the screen or him, but rather into space.

Immediately feels dejected. Is he boring them? Probably. Who could have fun with an otaku like him? That's the thoughts running through his head that start spilling from his mouth.

MC has to reassure him for a while that what he's worried about simply isn't true before explaining things.

The amount of classes you were expected to take here at RAD was... overwhelming. Eight different classes that demanded so many hours of studying outside of it.

MC didn't even feel like it was okay to be spending time with Levi right now because her anxiety kept screaming at her that she was falling behind.

Boy is instantly awkward upon hearing about their stress.

How...how was he supposed to help? The otaku did not have the social skills for it.

MC sighed.

"I should...probably just head back to my room--"

Panicking, Levi grabbed their arm.

"Levi?"

The man looked away before tugging them close, letting the human lay their head on his shoulder.

"J-Just... relax." He mumbled, face red.

MC gave the demon an odd look before giving a small smile and snuggling into his side.

It didn't solve their issue, but the human appreciated his worry.

Satan:

Noticed the stress as it developed.

MC was struggling to keep up in their Seductive Speechcraft class and it was taking its toll on them.

Didn't want to say anything until they come to him however; this is their business after all and he didn't want to bug them about it if they just wanted to handle it by themselves.

Still quietly worried though.

Invites them to his room one evening to read together, hoping some quiet time will help them relax.

He saw that their gaze usually found it's way more towards the window than down at their book however.

The man sighed, lowering his book.

"Alright, please tell me about it."

"Huh?" They turned to him, confused.

"You have concerns about the Seductive Speechcraft material, correct?"

"I... yes." They mumbled, looking away from the blonde.

"Well, what about it is stressing you out?"

MC blushed.

"I... I understand most of it from a theoretical standpoint, but... the actual use of it all is difficult for me. I always score low on the practical exams."

The demon smirked.

"Well, I suppose some practice would be the answer."

The two have a rather enjoyable study session. It was actually useful to the human though and they felt more confident with the material.

Asmodeus:

Notices it while the two are out shopping.

Asmo just came out of the dressing room and expected compliments about the outfit. When they never came, the man pouted.

Despite loudly announcing his entrance, the human was still staring into space.

"MCCCC, Look at me!"

MC glanced at him.

"Looks great..."

The fifth brother huffed.

"Doll... what is it?"

MC sighed and just kept it vague, saying school was just a bit much for them right now.

Asmo frowned. He went and paid for the outfit before leaving with the human.

He dragged them straight to his room, earning a confused look from the human.

Spa Day, begin! Massages, nail polish, face masks, the whole nine yards!

The two talked and Asmo listened his Doll vent about some other students in her class talking shit about them, even though MC was pretty sure they had never talked to those demons before since coming to the Devildom.

Hypes up his human tells them how wonderful they are and that those demons obviously have no life.

Tells them that those jerks aren't really worth their time-- but if MC is interested in revenge, he's got some dirt ready for them.

Beelzebub:

Probably the brother who is the most sensitive to their mood shift.

It comes with the territory; Beel is more or less the rock of his family, helping them out whenever he can

And, especially when it comes to Belphie, Beel has learned to be observant with these sort of things.

So when MC first showed signs of stress, the poor boy was worried.

He's still a pretty quiet guy though so he wasn't really sure how to approach the topic with them.

Asks them to walk with him to Madam Screams

It was a quiet walk. Once there, he managed to get them to order something though, which made Beel feel a little better.

On the walk back, that's when he decided to speak up.

"So," He finished the last bite of his donut. "Are you feeling okay?"

The human shrugged.

"I dunno." They stared at the brownie in their hand. "Just kinda... I dunno."

Beel, not interrupting them, gives MC a minute to collect their thoughts and continue.

"Hey... is it possible to drop classes at RAD with me being an exchange student?"

The redhead raised an eyebrow at the human.

"Nevermind, it nothing..."

"Are you having trouble with a class?"

MC stared down at her feet as she walked.

"Maybe..." They mumbled. "My Hexes class is just... it goes a bit too fast for me. I don't think I'm really learning anything."

The demon listened as the human talked about how behind they were in the class and how overwhelming it was. At one point, they even started tearing up.

Beel stopped in his tracks, pulling them into a hug.

MC looked up at him surprise.

"It'll be fine." He promised. "Let's go talk to Lucifer about this, okay."

The human nodded, causing a tear to fall on her cheek.

Before they could wipe it though, Beel did for them.

"Let's go home." He gave them a small smile.

MC smiled back.

Beel felt that he couldn't do much to help, but was glad he could direct them to Lucifer, who could.

Belphegor:

This boy notices more than people think.

The human just seemed out of it during the day

And even sought him out for naps when it was usually the other way around

MC just seemed so disconnected from him and his brothers those last few days, not to mention a bit tense.

That's what led them to the planetarium.

The two laid on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.

Though the human still seemed distracted, they at least seemed calmer.

That wasn't enough for the demon though.

He gave a big sigh.

"So what's the problem?"

"Huh?" MC looked over at him, confused.

"You heard me; what's your problem."

The human bit their lip.

Belphie rolled his eyes and pulled the human to his chest.

"You can talk to me, Dummy."

"I just... I've been having some trouble at school is all."

Belphie narrowed his eyes.

"What trouble?"

MC sighed.

"There's this guy in my Hexes class who... he's not all that nice." They explained. "He put a fake flame on my uniform Monday and made me embarrass myself in front of the class while trying to put it out... and all my teacher did was shame me for not recognizing illusion spell he used."

Belphie's arms tightened around them.

"Give me a name."

"Belphie, no."

"Why not?"

"Because I know what you are going to do and I don't want you getting in trouble for me."

The boy huffed, annoyed.

"Then tell Lucifer or something; don't let them get away with that!"

"But... if I tell Lucifer, the teacher will probably get in trouble too and the last thing I need is to get on their bad side, especially in a class I already struggle with."

"Then maybe he could get them replaced or something, I dunno, but you shouldn't just lie down and take it."

MC didn't say anything, just hid their face in his chest.

The demon closed his eyes, letting himself calm down before laying his hand on their head.

"I care about you, Butthead." He told them. "Now you gotta start caring about yourself too."

The two ended up falling asleep together on the floor. Nothing really change, but cuddling up with Belphie and explaining the situation really did make them feel a bit better.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

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inconceivabl3 · 3 years

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Honestly the last two weeks have felt like two years, likely due to how fatigued my brain has been, along with the slew of other obstacles we’ve faced so far. 😬

Right after we told our family and friends, my husband tested COVID positive, so that was a whirlwind of a week. He’s just finally starting to feel better, but I stayed the (bleep) away from him the second he got the results back. Poor guy was super sick, even though he’s been vaxxed x2. So I highly suggest (and always did, but even more so now) that you vaccinate if you’ve been waiting on it, cuz I guarantee he would have been in the ED on a vent had he not been vaxxed. ANYWAYYY, I tested negative four times so me and little peanut are just fine.

THEN, on Monday, while I was home doing dishes, I fainted in my kitchen. That was incredibly scary. I started getting that feeling I was going down; that blurred vision, hearing starts to get muffled, sweat starts pouring, etc. clearly, if you can’t tell, I’ve fainted before, so I knew it was coming. But luckily, my husband was home and in the kitchen with me, so I summoned him over to help. He threw a chair behind me and gave me a cup of water, but I don’t really recall the rest. I just remember waking up to him cradling my head, and holding me upright in the chair, while on the phone with 911. So scary. My husband has a pretty level head due to his extensive trauma EMS career, but I could tell he was freaking out internally.

I got checked out in the hospital and all is well, I was likely super dehydrated and I have a pretty sensitive vasovagal response (which I already knew). I also showed some orthostatic hypotension, which basically just means my blood pressure drops when I change positions from bending or sitting to standing. Luckily was discharged after receiving a liter of IV fluid and a great looking ultrasound!

Honestly, the amount of water I’ve been drinking is absurd, but I definitely feel better! I find I get a little light-headed from time to time, but I just need to get off my feet and rest when that happens. I’m trying to LIGHTLY work out, just to keep myself healthy, but that’s been hard too considering how fatigued I am literally all the time. 😬

I hate to complain, especially after how badly we have tried for this for so long, but truly pregnancy has not been enjoyable so far lol. It’s not like I hate being pregnant, I’m still very excited to be pregnant, it has just been rough on my body. But I’m happy and healthy, even though I feel awful most days.

Also, Dramamine ginger chews are a game changer. 10/10 recommend.

#pregnant #ivf #bfp

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daughterofhel · 3 years

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My icon died last night.

The little black and white cat, Auk (or-ick). A silly name from a badly remembered name from my childhood.

He was pretty much deaf; car got him.

I haven’t seen him since I left Texas, as I moved for a year to VA before finally moving to be with my wife in Vento. One of my guy friends family took him in on their ranch.

It was fitting; I did get Auk from a ranch. He was used to it, loved it even. And this was without the competition of an unhealthy amount of breeding stays like the ones I grabbed him and Ivy up from. I could only take two, my friend the same.

Funny. I had originally gone there to see the birth of a colt only to leave with a cat. Return the next day and get one more, a friend for my tiny runt of a thing.

And who should but all demand it be him to leave with me but Auk? The friendliest of cats that I’ve ever had the pleasure to be around. He also thwarted my attempts at having two girl cats. He was insistent to leave with me and you don’t argue when you’re chosen you know?

I won’t detail the tears following or the rough road and chaos that went on, but many double shifts back to back to back endlessly, a medicated clumsy grandmother with rapidly failing health, and complex roommate situations, I just wasn’t able to provide the needed time and care for my cats.

I cried the entire 45 minute drive to my buddys property when he said he could take them in. I had to pull over twice. They also cried the entire time, being afraid of the car, which made it harder. My buddy, He was the same guy who rescued a big pup clearly abandoned some years back. I had helped train him to not jump on people and other stuff. His folks also owned a longhorn ranch, lots and lots of space.

Those cats deserved better and this was a familiar element, now neutered, vaccinated, and with no stray competition and the dog was so careful. But god. I never wanted to say goodbye to my cats. It didn’t matter though, what I wanted; they needed care and time I wasn’t able to keep providing.

So I dropped them off. As expected, Ivy kept close but never got too close to the family. She simply doesn’t trust; I’ve no idea why such a little thing bonded instantly with me and remained quite the fixed cuddle bug. But she had. I felt worse about it with her than Auk if I’m to be honest.

Auk loved attention. Loved fetch. Belly rubs. This cat was a classic dog and a huge whore for attention. XD He essentially made himself at home and lavished any and all attention, to which my buddies mother instantly fell for this fuzzy dorks charms. He has been well cared for.

I know younger me could’ve and should’ve done better when I got these cats. Mind you, I’ve been gone for over 10 years now, so it has been quite some time. I’m doing what I wish I could have done for my cats then with the two rescues we got last year here.

I was young and working so many hours for nearly no profit after stuff was paid, even living at home and with roommates. I couldn’t afford the extra vet fees I needed or the fanciest of foods or any of that. I loved them, and I felt them being with me instead of the half starving state they were in from constantly competing with so many other cats, was still a better option for them. I still was at least able to do some of the important visits for them.

I cleared their fleas and earmites. I never did get rid of Ivys worms, though I desperately tried. I tried so many ways to get this pill into that cat. Even crushed into wet food. Friends helping to wrap and hold her to make her swallow. All the tricks we found, failed. She just. She wouldn’t take it. And I didn’t have the cash to go every single day and time she needed a dose to a pet clinic. I had checked more than once. It was so much money.

Older, better situated now.. I’ve been able to do right by the cats, Nyx and Tivali, that I have now.

We even saved Nyx’s eye. We have a system to give her her seizure medicine every 12 hours. They’re both fully up to date with their shots and are fixed. Ears totally clean. Monthly newly added anti flea tick collars.

The best food we can reasonably find at the local pet shop; their pelts are beautiful, soft, shiny, and they never smell.

We’ve even found a biodegradable corn based litter we can flush which has been the greatest find.

We get semi regular check ups on our girls and they’re doing just fine now. I’m still proud about saving Nyx’s eye. It was a tedious ordeal. 3-4 times a day we had to clean and medicate a cats eye. We got good at it even if she wasn’t fond of it. Thankfully the vitamins they required were like treats. Even the antibiotics from the colds they had from the shelter.

I miss Auk. And Ivy. And I wish I could’ve not only given them the life I’ve given my current cats now, (I’ve constructed basket beds, hammocks, a whole canopy jungle gym and rope bridge to boot for them with my wife!), but I wish I could have been the one to have them in my life still. I know it was not possible. It wouldn’t have been possible.

But I think of them. A lot. And I knew it was inevitable. Auk would’ve been well over 13 or so years by now. A little old but could’ve lived longer yet for sure. My buddy didn’t mention he has gone deaf. Of course he rarely goes home himself; I don’t blame him. Life’s complicated.

I have mourned these two cats multiple times now. So I’m not thrown into tears upon this news, I’ve cried plenty over the years already. But I’m still sad to hear that fuzzy delight has passed on. I won’t ask, but I hope, and believe, the accident was a quick end for such a friendly guy.

I’ll mourn him eventually in full. I know I will. But considering this is the fourth major bad news I’ve gotten in less than a month and most of it a week, I thought to write about it. If only to keep sane.

May I not receive the same news of my grandmother or my sister who both remain in the hospital.

And god. May my mother stop forcing me to recall and talk about our shared trauma under my father and just keep me up to date on my families health. I don’t want to be crushed under this suffocating vice on my neck that makes me hesitate to call and see my family. I know she needs to vent. And god. I try to let her. I do. I try to be kind; she needs it.

But it isn’t the time and place when I’m trying to figure out if my grandmother is dying or getting better. I shouldn’t have to receive that confirmation, be granted a brief video called hello and check in, with the price of an hour long dredge through a past I personally have gone to two different types of therapy through to try and cope with. Which, only to some degree, have helped.

One of the last longer calls we had she all but said she hoped her theories on my father possible molesting me were true, so, you know, that would be one more trauma we had in common. She went on and on, even trying to provide loose evidence to her theory. Troubling sentences I would say in my rare visits. Etc. She just. Wouldn’t. Stop. And that was after an hour of recalling how terrible her life was with my father and the abuse, the screaming, the terror, the hiding, the injuries, all of it. As if I wasn’t left to live my life with this very man she said her three years with ruined her more than all her past shit combined.

She assured me she was a good mother who tried. And honestly. No. But I do believe she tried. But she was already weak emotionally and mentally and my father wrecked what was left. She left me sometimes for a couple days lock in that house when I was in diapers. You don’t forget that shit. I’m still scared of the dark. I can’t reason with myself on it. But being mad about all of it doesn’t change anything and would hurt a woman already broken. Why would I do that.

Still. It bothers me. So fucking much. But she’s such a fragile person in a fragile emotional state with everything else on top. She’s been heavily depressed for many many years and it’s a bunch of other stuff that spirals and honestly, at this point, she’s toxic even to herself. I’ve tried working on it with her but it matters not if she’s not willing to work on it too. I don’t know my mother besides her many traumas. We’ve been separated and estranged for most of my life. Unless I was physically able to actually be there and provide a use.

But that’s par for the course; no one will have you around if you’re unable to provide something for it. My wife’s the first person who genuinely seems to enjoy having me around just because and wants nothing more. I do stuff of course; but with her I am not afraid a slip up could mean everything it taken away and lost. I can forget the dishes once or had a bad mental health day and stay in bed without it having catastrophic consequences. She’s such a wonderful kind woman; I cannot help stressing over how to repay her.

I try and I’ve expressed my distraught on the topic and though she always seems baffled and confused about my insistence that I should be doing far more, that lass doesn’t agree at all. It’s her parents home so I am not able to freely run the house as I would on our own, as I’m able and have in many places, so I’m often less useful with the restrictions. She’s also use to the flow and swing of things and has things half done before it’s being asked.

Our own place will make life smoother and calmer for both of us; most importantly her. I’ve watched this family, sweet, but absolutely tone deaf to how many and often their demands are tossed to her. All the other kids moved out with partners. Hell, the oldest s child basically lives here. Our own hurdle with raising a kid who we don’t have the final say on any single thing. His grandparents are enablers cuz they don’t want to hear any loud noises, no matter what. And that causes strain when the kid can and does get anything and everything as long as he kicks up a fit. And he sure as hell does. There are days it’s so bad my wife’s in tears. And that pisses me off. The kids a good person, but the fact no one will actually parent and draw definite lines and be firm with No’s can also make him horrible too.

I’ve to deal with the chess match that is my father. I often call him my own personal Devil. He kind of is. But one I’m familiar enough with at this point in my life. I know where and when to cut my losses, where to step around, when I need to swallow my pride or the easily seen through lies, and nod my head. If he was all terrible, I could have cut him from my life. But no one ever really is. And I do know I owe it to the man; he has helped tremendously in my life as much as he’s been a big problem of it. I know his biggest fear is to be alone and forgotten. I wouldn’t do that, not even to the devil.

I need some bland news. Not thrilling. Not depressing. Just some ‘hey that happened’ ‘oh cool.’ Kind of news. Just a small reprieve.

Im. Scared. Of what’s next.

I. Know that things are teetering dangerously into a very very tragic terrible story on my mothers end. I know her husbands already super suicidal. My half brothers severely autistic, non verbal, among a few other things and will require his whole life to have someone be there for him. He’s not stupid, and I hate when people treat him as so, but he is absolutely unable to care for himself. He doesn’t have the right motorskills even, though we’ve gone to many different places to try and help him find ways to do actions in his own way that still get the same result. I admire how he’s such a positive little man, generally not just happy, but delighted. I aspire to look at the world like he does. He reminds me to try. I do love that about him.

He is, however, a Big boy, 15 now, and growing. He’s also very strong now. My mother is getting to an age where his, as well call em happy slaps, are really hurting her. He is generally good about slapping your hands and not your back if you provide them. But when he is upset he is a shover; one bad fall could really cause a lot of chaos for my mother with her health. The husband spends most of his time locked in his room.

My half sister is epileptic. They have done tests for years and can’t figure out all her triggers or the whys. They just sometimes stop for a long time then suddenly happen. She’s 16, turning 17 soon. And I don’t even know if she’s going to be, since my mother won’t let me know. And there are large gaps from my sister being on tech due to concerns of what triggered her seizure this time so she’s often removed from electronic devices for a time.

When I had turned 21, my mother and her husband tried to have me sign a paper to become legal guardian of my half siblings, should something happen to them, so the kids didn’t get separated.

At that time, I was still taking care of my fathers mother along with working at a shit job, and had a house full of temporary roommates who I had offered rooms to as a sort of safe house for them. I have a knack for finding people from broken homes, what can I say? With the house my father and I built, we had space, so I used it. I was able to help the girls get out of toxic places, get on their feet, and move on. Not all of them always. But it did generally work out. One has a boyfriend who was growing worse to her on top of getting more and more into hard drugs while also she dealing with an abusive aunt who got worse once her mother died of cancer. So she was stuck with the terrible boyfriend. I had her stay with me as soon as I heard.

Another was complicated, but generally revolved around the alcoholic mother and the many, shady, men in and out of the house. The dangers of that alone were.. problematic without the friend also being suicidal and not taken seriously. I’ve stayed many times with her to just hang out, clean, cook, or even read a book cuz she just wanted to hear someone talking and such. You know? Until eventually I had her move in with me too.

Another’s mothers died of a cancer and dad an alcoholic; not abusive, he just became childlike and super forgetful. To a hurtful degree in his totally dependent state, whenever he was home. Plus their whole little trailer smelled of piss. And her boyfriend (they’re married with kids and happy now) was in jail. He had a bad past but had cleaned up his act quite well, but. Well that’s complicated. We all know that the police don’t squint at details of any issue if the accused has a problematic past.

I had two different girls with trouble at home who were being used by their family to constantly work, clean, and pay for everything.

I had an ex and her girlfriend with problematic homophobic parents who were terrible and semi violent so I had them stay with us so they could be together somewhere safer.

I did not. At all. Have the assured means to also be a parent of ten children with very different needs nor any medical benefits to help out with.

I also knew, that, with how my mothers husband was, if he had some guarantees for his children’s safety, he would likely end his life if he could. He’s been so close so many times. If signed this paper, he would have the last big most important concern that’s kept him from.. I just. I didn’t want him to do it. I selfishly didn’t want to be responsible for my siblings that would take away any bit of time I had for myself away. If anything happened, I would not abandon and forget my siblings. That’s absurd. But my mother implied heavily she wanted to be sure of that. And thus this paper.

I was struggling to find aid for college so I could go to school (never got to, by the way. Minus two classes in total. Aced them both, but it doesn’t matter. Credits in the wind). I was already dealing with my grandmother. The girls I chose to help. My shit job. My fathers temper and his horrible horrible ‘on again off again’ girlfriend. The chaos that alone committed.

I was busy providing a safe space in my home and making sure it stayed that way for the rare times trouble makers made the mistake of stepping up to my door to try and harass my girls.

I often worked 10 days in a row before a day off. Many of those days often had double shifts which were 16 hours. Sometimes I got an hour nap on the double shifts.

I just couldn’t do it.

And now. I remember something that came to mind back then that comes back to mind now. My moms husband adores my grandma. She’s been better to him than his own mother. She’s dying. He’s not taking it well and his mental health has always been pretty low and in the last couple years, already dangerously rock bottom. I’ll admit, same.

His daughter is now in the hospital. My brother is smart but there are some things we can’t really explain for him to get. He understands something is wrong but not sure what and it upsets him. He doesn’t like change and gets super fussy for it. Which can be taxing and hours and days and weeks of it. Grandmas been in the hospital for a couple more or more now. She coded a few days ago but they got her back.

If grandma dies. If something happens to my sister…

God. I don’t see that man sticking around.

And with my mom isolated. A lot of it her doing with her own family but also a good part of it being dumb petty bs of other folks that have no reason to behave like that (a whole drama I don’t have the energy to keep up with..). I just.

I see it as a domino effect of terrible terrible events I don’t want to write.

My mothers side im not very close to. I don’t blame my cousins, we were kids ajd our meetings were brief as they were. But the adults kept their distance with me. No one expected me to survive and decided it was easier to not get attached. To not get involved with me, and by extension, the devil himself, my father. So I never got the chance to know that family. Even when I tried.

So the only family I do have some ties to ajd know, is in a hospital bed, or on my dads side, and they’re dying to. And I get it… that at a certain age in life, many of the people around you start to. It’s just life. Ajd it sucks. And I miss having a best friend. I miss having friends who just seem to like to have me around. Want to have me around.

And I wonder if the friends I thought I made with my roommates were just because I provided something for them. Sure we laughed a lot, we cried over shared traumas, celebrated holidays together so as to not be alone.

But not a one speaks to me now. And hey. That’s also life. But it makes me feel pretty shitty; every where I look in the past, I can’t see any relationship, family, partner, friendship, that ever had me around unless I was providing services they wanted and needed. And I don’t mean the natural give and take.

I’m aware that I’m not the friend folks have around. I’m a fun distraction at best and have been told and reminded as such. I feel like shit cuz my wife’s wonderful and the best person in my life, and yet I still mourn having close friends to hang with. I miss gaming together the most. Or the bullshitting. Sharing food.

I’m not a nice person. I’m working on it. I am. I’ve also, for years, been working on my own personal problems so as to not bring them into even conversations. I don’t know what I am doing wrong but I just.. can’t seem to keep anyone around. And frankly.

I find myself crying about it a lot with no idea what to do.

And. I’m burnt out.

I don’t want to make friends anymore. And yet I still crave it. Which sucks. I can’t stop seeming to want that. And I keep trying. And trying.

I’m trying to accept and be happy with any bit of time I get from the few friends who talk to me. I try to take my chances where I can to hang out (online, as they’re all distance by now), cuz I know it’s a short window and I’ll be lucky to get a next time in the near future.

Online is harder to provide a use, and once the ‘honeymoon phase’ of the friendship winds down, some drop off the map entirely. A few abruptly. And I just. That’s fucked me ho a ton. I can’t even express how many hours I stay sitting. Thinking. Unable to understand what I am not doing or what I am.

It’s a pity party. I know. But it’s fine. I’m still the only one at it and though I’m quite forward even with nerves eating away at me, I still just don’t know how to keep anyone in my life.

It’s taken almost 6 years for me to relax enough to believe my wife will, in fact, stick around.

But at this point in time, I’ve realized, on a note I just keep getting really sad over, that the bits of friendship I’ll get to experience with people, will be brief, snippets, and frankly, only if I am providing something they’re not getting.

I’m essentially the magazine next to the toilet when you have a bad bad stomach bug and your phones dead.

Man’s that’s.. probably my own doing. I know I’m a lot of woe is me in here. And it’s a post talking to me, so I’m indulging in it. I absolutely can’t out loud or in life. I’m working on just.. trying to feel instead of ignoring it. Per my therapists suggestions. So I feel fucking overwhelmed, sad, and alone. Isolated. Heavily.

Ignorance is bliss for real. I wish I wasn’t so aware that I was the friend you go to when all options are down and you’re bored. When you are in a bind and need a safe spot (I don’t mind that one but it does suck that it’s the only time some folks pop back in or up). That if I’m not working then no one even has a small little want to just say hi. I wish I had people who just wanted to say hi because they just.. missed me? I gues?

I wish I knew how to be better as a person and a friend. I thought I was making strides on that. I really had. And yet.

Here I am. Just.

Bitching to the void. Becuase my wife doesn’t need me to add more to her life with her father (finally back from the hospital after surgery) and his health concerned along with everyone else’s and the own sets of ordeals here. I don’t need her to fret over me.

She’s needed distraction and I’ve left her alone for a couple weeks now to her drawing. Probably one of the best things I did do for her was clean up a space for a literal drawing room for her. She’s happier for it. People compliment her art and she rather enjoys the well deserved attention.

I personally would love to have her around more. But I’m having a lot of bad shit days. Weeks at this point. And I’m using my energy to be useful in setting the table or doing the dishes, the cats, playing with the nephew, etc.

All I want to do is sleep.

Frankly. I’m tired of waking up.

But for her. I will.

#void screaming #ignore

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noxrynne · 3 years

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just doin this so i can vent cuz it’s fucking frustrating me and has been for years now. Like, I understand bad anxiety. I have bad anxiety. I struggle daily with anxiety, depression, constant lethargy and feeling generally pretty down shit. But, fuck, even though I know I’m not perfect and do genuinely need days to just recharge, I do at least try when I feel like I can. When I have a little bit of excess energy I do try to clean the place up a bit more, I do try to get the dishes done, the laundry done, take the trash out and pick up the trash around the place, bring the old box that’s been sitting by the wall for too long down to the dumpster and so on. It doesn’t get done in a timely manner, but it does get done. And I know I ain’t perfect about all that. But... like, after I do all those things. And I ask. For the third fucking time. “Hey, can you please rinse out the cat’s dish before leaving it on the counter? The smell really gets to me and makes me feel nauseous” and get just yelled at with how That’s Impossible and how “I Literally Cannot Adjust my Schedule to Comply with Your Wishes” and how “You Never Complained Before, Why’s It an Issue Now?” coming from the person who will, under 0 circumstances, go grab a food delivery, help bring in the groceries unless the guy got lucky and they’re Literally In Front of our Literal Door, who has tried to abandon me in an empty house because “I want to be Alone In the Furnished Place with Internet” and is Fully Aware I have really bad paranoia late at night Especially When Alone, who has refused to lift a finger to help with anything related to moving, who Knows that “Well it /has/ to be done and they /will/ do it even if I /don’t/ help even though they are asking for help” and always, always, always cites “my mental health is bad” as the excuse for why this is all fine and dandy I just. I”m so fucking sick of it. But there’s nothing I can really do. Like, when she moved in she did clean and help out heavily for a few weeks and, like, it was more than she needed to do and I said as much. And I knew then, as I learned now, that it’d be used against me if I ever needed or asked for help down the line. The whole “well I did so much in x/y time period so why should I keep helping now? You’re asking for too much/being unfair because I did all this work three months ago etc...” And I’ve been pretty resigned to understanding that no matter what, she probably won’t actually help tangibly with anything unless there’s some benefit that she wants out of it as an exchange. I’ve been struggling really bad with insomnia and haven’t felt right for weeks, but the only time I could ever get any help with something like... taking the trash out was... literally telling her “No, I won’t help you with whatever bullshit in whatever game until you do this for me” and then, guess what, she did the thing she claimed was Literally Impossible for her to do. Bitched the whole time, kept trying the “Oh, I”ll do it After” and then even told me later that no, if I didn’t make her do it then she wasn’t gonna do it later Ha. Ha. And it’s been a pattern for so long. The other thing is she gets into hyper-political topics, but if you ever have a point to make or a disagreement on something she’ll literally throw a fit and then put the blame on you for making her upset. And it’s like. I get having a rough time with mental health. Shit can suck big fucking time. I have a lot of extremely rough patches where I can hardly get myself to function. But it just. Piles up when you’re the only one who’s willing to do the basic stuff, and vehemently denied assistance (even if it’s LITERALLY just rinsing 1 dish out so it doesn’t smell like dead fish asshole). Like I am TRYING to at least do better, at least trying to like, Do Tasks and trying my best not to let shit pile up (but it does sometimes I admit), but what I get in return is absolutely no attempt to even try, to even compromise, to even like, “Hey I can do this, can you do this?” because any time I ask for anything, at any time, when it comes to any general chores it’s always “No. I can’t do that. Because My Anxiety/My Depression/My Habits” and it’s just hit a point where it’s like... thsi... isn’t sustainable. This is beyond compromising with things, this is literally “I have to give you something as a reward, in order to have any help with any/thing/.” When I move soon, because this fucking place upped the rent by 400 and frankly I don’t want to move every fucking year again, I’m like... not expecting much help. Pretty much no help. I mean, shit, my mom even told me that she tried to convince my mom to come up early to take her back down to Texas so she wouldn’t have to help and just leave me with everything LOL. Like. She Always does. And it’s always “justified” in some bullshit asinine way. And it’s all shit where it’s like -I’m- the one yelled at, -I’m- the unreasonable, tyrannical bitch. How dare /I/ ask her to clean... one... dish. One dish. One. Like fuck, can’t even have a discussion about a serious topic without a tantrum being thrown. Be it a political topic. Be it an actually Fucking Important Topic That Really Actually Needs to be Fucking Talked About. And it is tantrums. It’s yelling. It’s screaming. It’s blaming me for triggering her anxiety because, frankly, there’s shit that needs to be talked about like adults SOME FUCKING TIMES. It just gets to the point where I stop trying to even ask for any kind of help from her, and sometimes even just start avoiding engaging in topics with her because it’s not. fucking worth. it. And then I’m left holding the bag and having to do basically every fucking thing or nothing will ever fucking get done. And it’s not just this living situation. The living situation just exacerbated it since it’s Just Me having to deal with this bullshit and not Me and my Mom sharing in the bullshit. And it’s been an issue for a LONG time. And it’s frustrating because there’s 0 signs, 0 attempts, 0 care for any kind of attempt at general improvement. Like, again, I know I’m not perfect. I fall into similar ruts of not doing shit I need to, of avoiding shit I Need to Do, but I’ll generally be able to eventually force myself out of a sheer “I have to.” And if I still struggle, or still can’t, then I’ll at least try and figure out some way to make it easier, or try to accept help that’ll make it easier, or at least try to look up ways to make it easier when I’m in a better spot. Like it’s at least. Trying. I just genuinely feel like I’m completely not respected and am treated as basically someone to be walked on. But I can’t talk about any of this with her, because any time I try to even get close to breaching the topic she just starts shouting, starts saying how /I’m the asshole/ because being frustrated with this behavior /hurts my feelings/ and GOD FUCK like shit. What am I supposed to do? Shoulder both of our problems at the same time and solve them all? Is that how it’s going to be forever? My back won’t be able to take that. And I felt like I had to vent about it here because there’s no chance in hell she’d let me talk through all this with her without going back to yelling/blaming/getting pissed off and upset that I’m struggling handling all of Her Shit and My Shit at the same time all the time.

#just fuck man #i cant vent about it anywhere else cuz she follows my twitter account and i dont want to #like i dont want to make her feel bad i just #need to yell somewhere about it because eventually i know its going to have a breaking point and im just going to fall to pieces

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moonchildstyles · 3 years

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ok i sent you that rlly long message about the story time lol of my potential stalker and like you don’t even gotta bother responding to that mess i literally was freaking out and he texted me saying some rlly weird shit so i was just distracting myself on your page cuz all your fics and stuff rlly comfort me and i also had literally no one to vent to since i’m pretty much alone at the desk so i just dumped all that in your inbox lol i was so on edge i just needed to talk to someone about soooo i’m sorry i love you sm hope you’re doing well

So I feel like I might have missed a first part to this message but I’m happy it sounds like u gotta got some things figured out but that sounds super scary from what I can tell but ur all good!! I’m really happy my stuff can be distracting but I’m sorry u kind of had a rough day🥺 ilyt🥺

#anon #ask

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eye-raq · 5 years

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Nasty Things That OC/Reader would say.

So this is a request from an anon. I did a few prompts with things that Erik would say so I figured it would be cool to make a prompt list with things that OC/Reader would say to Erik or any other male or female fictional character if you want to change up the wordplay.

“Hey, Daddy”

“Yes, Daddy”

“You plan on coming over later, right?”

“I need your lips on me...all over me...”

“He just feel too good girl.”

“If you grab my throat all ima do is smile. You messing with a freak, baby.”

“I don’t know why me and my pussy are never on the same page. IM MAD. She takes it upon herself to get all wet as soon as he comes around,” *shakes head* “weak bitch.”

“You know you’re horny when the heart in your coochie start beating,” *laughs*

“Look at Daddy, you see that face? I ride that face every night.” *flicks tongue*

“Moaning is one thing that men can do right and they refuse to do it...selfish.”

“Erik is always talking about FiX YoUR AtTiTuDe I’m like no, fuck it out of me.”

“I love it when he licks his lips and looks me dead in the eye talking about some don’t play wit me. Real shit all calm like,” *hisses*

*watching him roll up having you wish you were the blunt*

“Oh you love this pussy, huh?”

“You either gonna eat my pussy or shut the fuck up.”

“Daddy loves me.”

“Just wanna sit on his lap and feel him get hard.”

“Where have you been all day? You forgot about me?” *fakes anger*

“All you had to do was tell me you wanted your dick sucked. You know I love sucking dick.”

“Forreal he so damn freaky. This nigga then converted me into a five star freak.”

“He likes it when I play shy. He said it makes his dick harder.”

“My Daddy always gives me presents.”

*smiles softly with a lip bite*

*strokes back hair purposely slow to gain his attention*

*wears tight biker shorts and sundresses with no panties*

*grabs his dick instead of his hand while he’s driving*

“He helps me pick out my nail colors” *smiles*

“You like the way I rock my hips on this dick?”

“Bite my neck, shit, act like a vampire.”

*kisses his neck to get his attention*

*suck his dick while he washes your hair*

“You wanna watch me play with my pussy?”

“I’m horny as fuck. I know you gotta go to work babe but let me just sit on it.”

“We should make some food, watch a movie, fuck, cuddle, then fuck again because you know that’s how we do.”

“I’m high as hell right now and all I wanna do is fuck in the back seat.”

“Baby, baby, babyyyyyyyyyy.”

Him: yes baby girl?

“Hi.”

“You like the way I throw this ass back on you? Feel good don’t it Daddy? I got you moaning.”

“Eat this good pussy. Don’t stop...fuck, lick it just like that.”

“You didn’t fuck me, i fucked you.”

“Make me.”

“I got a belly ring with Erik’s name on it because I’m the realest bitch to ever do it!”

“Why he gotta look at me like that?”

“Can you suck my nipples?”

“I like that I don’t have to ask Daddy for nothing. He already knows when I want and need something.”

Him: you look good

“I taste good too.”

“Put both of my legs over your shoulders.”

*Licks lips seductively*

“You hear how wet my pussy sound?”

“Daddy, I love this big dick.”

“I’m freaky for one nigga and one nigga ONLY.”

“My man is sexy, hung, and he smells the fuck good.”

“I love it when you touch me like that.”

“Grab my booty.”

*moans in his ear*

*lick his earlobe*

“Stick three fingers in my pussy, baby.”

“Feels like heaven, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck, shit, ooooh,”

“I want you to buy me a necklace with your name on it so you can watch it hang while I ride your dick.”

“My mouth is salivating for some dick right now.”

“Once I’m comfortable with you I turn into a porn star.”

“Let’s make our own movies to cum to later.”

“You like this arch?!”

“Tell me how much you love me while I bounce on the dick.”

“Yeah, I like to bounce on his dick! It’s big, and fun.”

“He does nothing but encourage me while I fuck him that shit is so sexy to me.”

“Girl I get so damn horny when he grab the headrest of my seat to reverse his car.” *moans*

“Fuck, you look so sexy counting money.”

“Choke me out.”

“Fuck sex can I come lay my head on your chest and vent? I mean...we’re gonna fuck regardless but can we talk first?”

“He like to ask me how my day was while fucking the shit outta me.”

“Let me make him mad real quick I need some back breaking sex.”

“I love Daddy’s good dick.”

“Spoil me, Daddy.”

“I’ve been a very bad girl.”

*grabs his dick through his pants in public*

“Suck on my neck that shit is relaxing.”

“I’m a shy freak.”

Him: Ima choke you

“Okay and ima like it, the fuck.”

“I’ll let erik do anything to me. I’m all about the freaky shit.”

“His dick is so fucking good it makes me wanna go back in time and loose my virginity to this nigga.”

“I’m tryna give one nigga my heart and all my throat.”

“You ever cry while having sex? I do all the time me and Erik fuck. That nigga be so deep.”

“Wanna wet his fucking face up.”

“I just want some sex so nasty that there will be absolutely no question that I’m going to hell.”

“I’m not perfect but I’m loyal, fun, and nasty as fuck.”

“I love it when you call me a good girl ‘cause we both know I’m not.”

“My body wants you badly.”

“Spank me. It’s the only way I learn.”

“Get in bed and play with me.”

“Tie me up and play with me, Daddy. Pretty please?”

“Send me a nut video instead of a dick pic.”

“I love that aggressive shit though, Erik. Grip my little ass up and show me who the fuck Daddy is.”

“He say my flavor is so delicious.”

“Lets fuck?”

“Tease me until I’m begging for it.”

“Sex so damn good I can barely walk in the morning.”

“I like to fuck Erik when he fresh out the shower. Body all wet...dreads dripping...dick even prettier with little droplets of water on it...skin smelling like raw Shea.”

“I can be so damn nasty in my head I gotta tell myself to chill.”

“Erik, come here, let me make you feel better.”

“You sure you don’t wanna fuck tonight, E?”

“He loves my thick thighs and pretty eyes.”

“Babe, I bought some butter pecan ice cream! Remember the last time when you ate it off my pussy…”

“This man gets me wet just by talking to me. Shit, just by looking at me. Him breathing in air makes my pussy wet.”

“Don’t just look at my ass eat it.”

“I love the way you fuck me.”

“He mad cuz Erik stunting on him. Your loss dumb ass.”

“I want you in my life, nigga. And in my guts and in my throat.”

“Don’t touch my thighs! My pussy like a splash park right now.”

“You gotta rub your ass against his print by accident on purpose.”

“My pussy gets too wet for me to be out here getting played.”

“Everything is all fun and games until he’s hitting you from behind and he grabs the top of your shoulders and starts demolishing you. You can’t move, run, breathe, it’s too much going on.”

“I’m tryna get on your dick baby not on your nerves...just kidding ima get on both.”

“You wanna argue or get your dick swallowed?”

“I wanna sit on your lap, give you kisses, and call you daddy all day.”

“I love when a nigga take control, sexy as fuck.”

“I need my soul took. I think that’s why I’ve been so damn salty lately.”

“Getting my titties sucked feels sooooo good.”

“Rather be with you and all yo good dick, Erik. Problematic or not.”

“Niggas be good as fuck until you lick on their neck and ear. Yeah, little bitch you like that, huh?”

“He told me to call him Daddy and he asked me who pussy this is. I told him yours and locked my legs around his waist.”

“Erik, I could be sucking your dick until I make you cum right now but you mad right now.”

“Just come over and we’ll watch Netflix or make a sex tape I don’t know we’ll see what happens.”

“I have sex in my head all the time.”

Him: if you suck my dick while I drive that tells me you’re willing to die to make me bust a nut. I love you, crazy bitch.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

“I want to be slutty but only with one person, you feel me?”

“Princess in the streets, Daddy’s good girl in the sheets.”

“I want some head until I cry, until my legs start shaking kind of head.”

“I miss my baby.”

“If you touch my thigh under the table in public just know you gonna be getting some later.”

“He eat my pussy and finger it at the same time...he’s the damn devil.”

“Shit, for you I would fuck on the first date.”

“You better not pull out.”

“He makes me his cum bucket all the time.”

“Cum so good.”

“Why your dick taste like sugar?”

“And? I want some more dick.”

“Erik can eat my pussy for hours and I wouldn’t stop him either.”

“The veins in his arms drives me crazy.”

“He so damn sexy. He needs to hurry up home so I can praise him and fuck him.”

“Sometimes I want it rough and wild. Other times I want it slow and sensual.”

“Me and my pussy not friends no more she always betrays me.”

“Shout out to the dude I fuck with. You the shit baby.”

“He stay getting in my guts but wanna kiss me soft.”

“I wear the smallest and tightest shit just to make him mad so he can fuck me and ruin it.”

“Stop covering my ass in this sundress!”

*sucks on his bottom lip*

*licks his chest*

*moans his name*

“Erik so bold he’d take a pic with my tittie in his mouth.”

“I sleep naked on purpose so he can wake me up in the morning with some head.”

“Erik always takes care of me.”

“Don’t Tell me what to do.”

Him: if I say bend that ass over, what you gonna do?

“Bend that ass over.”

“This nigga always talk to my pussy when he eating it. Talking about some pussy you so pretty and pussy you taste so fucking good, where you want my tongue next?”

“If you kiss my neck I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

“

#amethyst1993 #black panther #Erik Killmonger #love #erik killmonger smut #erik+killmonger+smut #erikkillmongersmut #Smut #killmongrer

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Eighty-Seven: She’s Better Than That ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto ] [ SasuHina, NaruSaku ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Given his popularity through high school, Sasuke’s been used to people trying to cozy up to him for all the wrong reasons. Especially girls. Even someone like Sakura - who chased him (and drove him up the wall) since their first years of elementary school only gave up in the latter parts of high school. Students would come and go, and with them would be an almost inevitable crush on the moody, broody dark-haired Uchiha.

His brother had suffered the same fate when he was in high school, having to brush admirers aside since he was young. Though...of course, Itachi had been a bit more gentle and polite about it. Nowadays, Sasuke is all but rude depending on the circumstances. While most advances are brushed off with just some light exasperation, others take a more...firm approach.

And lately...he’s needed all the more reason to keep them aside.

Ever since Hinata approached him, he’s been...unsure what to think. He’d been keeping his admiration of her secret for so long, knowing she was so attached to his dumbass best friend. Then he let it slip that day after practice...and she’d given him that odd look. When she actually showed up to his game - even after her bike got a flat - he was pretty taken aback. And of course it was his mother who ended up giving her a lift.

Then, well...he got smacked in the face with a flyaway bat, and she’d just happened to be there to see it and take him to the nurse. He’d never been so embarrassed in his life...but at least she didn’t seem to think he was an idiot. She was just...worried.

And just a few days ago, she actually waited for him after practice, making small talk before...asking if he’d like to go out. Needless to say, he’d been completely blindsided. Her getting over Naruto apparently went a lot easier for her than he thought.

But then again...it sounded like she’d been slowly dwindling hope on the prospect, anyway. Still, for her to make the first move? With how shy he knows her to be? It honestly impressed him.

...and now he’s not sure what to do.

There’s not much of their senior year left, now. He hasn’t asked her what her plans are. His own are just to go to the local university a few cities over and major in business while also (hopefully) playing baseball. Hinata has played volleyball and tennis all four years, but she hasn’t mentioned if she’ll pursue it after high school...or anything about what she’ll do.

...he’s worried they might end up apart so quickly after finally making it together.

Sure, they don’t know each other that well yet, but...he’s always admired her from afar. Soft-spoken, kind, smart, and ridiculously adorable. To say that he’s smitten is putting it lightly. On his side of things, at least, he knows he’s pretty serious. Hinata, on the other hand, hasn’t really seen him the way he’s seen her until...pretty recently. Her attention has been elsewhere for quite some time.

So, he’s been paranoid about what they’ll do once Summer is over. Or even the school year itself, depending on her plans. What if she doesn’t end up feeling as strongly as he does? What if she slips through his fingers?

...he’s not sure what he’d do. He’s had so much ill luck with girls, he doesn’t want this one chance that he wants to pass him by…!

And eventually, someone notices his melancholy.

“What’s been up with you, dude?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been mopey. Well...I mean, more than usual,” Naruto replies, hopping up on the brick wall out front of the school beside his friend. A bag of chips is clenched between his teeth as he settles himself.

Sasuke wrinkles his nose. “...we have a game tomorrow. You’re really gonna put that garbage in your gut?”

“What? Nothin’ wrong with it! I’ll be fine - I eat crap all the time and never feel it!”

“...that habit’s going to bite you in the ass in a few years,” the Uchiha mutters.

“Now quit tryin’ to change the subject! What’s eatin’ you, dude?”

“Just...thinking a lot lately.”

“Well yeah, I figured. What about?”

“...the end of the year.”

“Aww, you gonna miss me?”

Sasuke deadpans.

“M’just kiddin’! Seriously...what’s wrong? I haven’t seen you look this out of it in a while.”

Sighing, Sasuke runs a hand back through his hair. “...Hinata asked me out the other day.”

Just stuffing chips in his mouth, Naruto suddenly blows a shower of food out over the sidewalk as he chokes, struggling to breathe. “S...she w-what?”

“Yeah. Just straight up asked me.”

“Well...what did you say?”

“I said sure. We haven’t had any time yet with practice and homework, but we’re thinking maybe this weekend.”

Blues blink, regarding his friend with a furrowed brow. “...okay. So...why’re you so glum if you’ve got a date? Got cold feet or somethin’?”

“No! No, that’s not it. I just…” He sighs, burying his face in his hands. “...look. I’ve liked Hinata for a long time. For like...all of high school.”

“Whoa...I had no idea.”

“Cuz I didn’t want anyone to know. She’s liked you for so long, I just...didn’t want to say anything. And now I might actually have, like...a chance. But…”

“But what?”

“But I dunno what’s gonna happen when we graduate! We haven’t talked about Summer plans, or college, or...anything.”

“Well, I mean...you haven’t even been on a date yet. Kinda jumpin’ the gun, aren’t ya?” When Sasuke doesn’t reply, Naruto hesitates. “...you like her that much…?”

“...yeah.”

“...well shit.” Setting his snack aside, Naruto goes quiet, thinking. “...you sure she’s not, uh...y’know…”

“...what?”

“It’s just...I mean, you said it yourself, right? She’s been on my tail for a long time! I just...don’t want you chasing someone who’s just...settling for you.”

At that, Sasuke’s expression quickly hardens. “No. That’s not how it is.”

“...but -?”

“Hinata’s not like that. She’s better than that! If she didn’t think this would work, she wouldn’t have asked me. She’s not settling -!”

“Okay, okay! I just...was worried, that’s all. You’re my best friend, dude. I wanna be sure you’re only using your time on someone who deserves you.”

“...I’m not worried about that.”

“...all right. Well…” The blond sighs, rubbing the back of his head in thought. “...maybe you can talk to her when you get together. Just kinda, y’know...casually bring it up. See what she says. I dunno if she’d be kinda freaked out if you suddenly started planning out your college choice because of her when you’re both still new to this, right?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. You’re right, I’ll just...ease into it. Try to be nonchalant. See how it goes from there.”

After a pause, Naruto can’t help a grin and a snicker. At Sasuke’s questioning glance, he admits, “Never thought it’d be you comin’ to me for dating advice, huh?”

Sasuke’s face sours. “Hey, I didn’t come to you, you just showed up! And I...needed to vent. Don’t get it twisted.”

“Yeah, yeah...well, I bet it’ll be fine. If Hinata’s as good of a person as you seem to think she is, then you’ve got nothin’ to worry about. Have your date, test the waters, and see how it goes. Just don’t start talkin’ about moving in together and havin’ kids, okay?”

“As if!” Sasuke rebukes, going a bit red in the face.

The pair then fall into a thoughtful silence.

“So...you ever ask Sakura out?”

“Yeah, like a thousand times!”

“I mean recently.”

Sipping his soda and pouting, Naruto mumbles, “...I was gonna wait until we win the game tomorrow. Y’know, since we’ll be goin’ to state that way. Maybe it’ll, I dunno...help change her mind.”

“...well I hope she says yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’ve liked her a long time, man. Maybe we’ll both have better luck this time around.”

Naruto blinks. “...it’d be nice.”

“...well, speaking off, I better get home,” Sasuke then offers, hopping off the wall. “I gotta get my homework done and get to bed early so I’m not tired for the game.”

“Hey, you wanna do mine, too?”

“Yeah, right. Just go home and do it! There’s only a few more weeks left, you can tough it out, dude.”

The blond pouts. “Yeah, yeah...see ya tomorrow.”

“Later.” Hands in his pockets, Sasuke makes his way around to the parking lot, mind still abuzz with what-ifs. Maddening, he knows...but he just can’t help it.

...Hinata’s a nice person. He’s sure she’ll take it well. He’s just, well...a little afraid. This is his first time opening up like this, after all. He wants to do it right...and hopefully not have to deal with the fallout of things going south.

...he has a plan. Now to just...execute it.

.oOo.

(This is a sequel to days 149, 168, 183, and 271!) More sportsverse! Not...very much sports in this one, or even Hinata, but it's more of a like...transitional piece. I wanna say I've tackled this notion (Hinata 'settling' for Sasuke) before, but it was in the canon AU verse I write, so...different context, lol - and Sasuke's not about to stand for it here, either. I don't think Naruto means anything by it, he just wants to be sure Sasuke's feelings aren't one-sided. He's just trying to be a bro! Buuut, on that note, I reallllly need some sleep. I'm still two days behind and likely will be for...quite some time. At least through October with my other fanfic challenge going on. And irl has been...rough ^^; So thank you guys for your patience. One way or another, we'll make it to the end of the year, I promise! Some might just...be a lil late. We'll see~ But either way, thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #narusaku #uchiha sasuke #uzumaki naruto #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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earthrealmlesbian · 5 years

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Could you do Taleena for the asks? Please 🙈

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop? I feel like these two know how to have a pretty good time. Honestly? They'd both shake it, laughing the whole time. The person operating the ride is the one that begs them to stop.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? Both enjoy sex but neither is overly horny. Tanya would be just as content making out as having sex actually. Still, both are down when the other wants to get off. I can see them trying to have sex in risky places if they think they can get away with it.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? Tanya. Mileena likes it just fine but Tanya really likes it when Mileena will take the time to scrub her scalp and work expensive conditioners into her hair. Mileena is touch starved so a few minutes into Tanya washing her body and she's gonna try to turn it into sexy times.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on? Both and both. Mileena has a complex about her mask that's turned into her feeling suffocated by clothes in general and Tanya just enjoys lounging nude/topless so they both toss their clothes off when they're in private. Still, they like to joke around that the other is being "indecent". So Tanya will watch Mileena cross the room in her undies and call out "How crude, dearest..." while literally butt naked on the couch.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight? Mileena, but not because Tanya wants her to and it never lasts. They bicker sometimes but real arguments are rare and Mileena always feels like she let's her temper get the best of her afterwards. She secludes herself to the couch so she can mope about it. Tanya always drags her back bed quickly.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? Tanya mostly. She thinks Mileena looks so peaceful when she's asleep. A rarity.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? Tanya said it first. She had to really. Mileena initiated the relationship and came at it with the same passion she does everything else. Her self consciousness and trust issues made it hard for her to admit how deeply her feelings ran though. Tanya had to say it first before Mileena felt safe enough to admit it. Now that it's been said, Mileena is much more likely to use it in the heat of an argument.

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts? Mileena. She's more likely to just drape Tanya's clothes over herself or clutch them to her when she's napping. It's comforting. Tanya purposely wears something of Mileena's on occasion because she knows her girlfriend gets a kick out of it.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after? Mileena for the first two and Tanya for the last. Mileena sleeps fitfully and is prone to nightmares or surreal, unsettling dreams. She has a hard time settling again if she doesn't talk it out. Tanya is glad (if a little tired) to hold her while she talks and will hum quietly afterwards.

10) Who is more likely to cheat? While playing games is how I'm interpreting that. Both will try but Tanya is better at it. It's not uncommon to find Mileena growling in frustration cuz she's getting her ass handed to her in a game of poker.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? Mileena likes to make fun of Tanya for having a crush because it makes her feel all warm and soft or whatever (ugh emotions) when Tanya reminds her they've been together for ages.

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen? They don't really do food fights but Tanya likes to trick shot candy into Mileena's mouth. She ALSO likes to slip ice down Mileena's shirt to hear her screech lmao.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer? Mileena likes to sing together a lot and can usually rope Tanya into at least humming along. Neither is great but Tanya likes how rough and husky Mileena's voice gets.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? Both are very into physical contact. Mileena especially. They're both likely to be doing any mix of these things.

15) Who writes the others name on their wrist? Neither but they do have small matching tattoos there. Mileena will idly stroke a thumb across hers when she's lonely.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed? Mileena is more seductive when drunk. To Tanya at least. Her voice gets lower and she quietly growls everything she wants to do in Tanya's ear and it makes Tanya shiver.every. single.time. They're both loud in bed. Mileena just has a dirtier mouth.

17) Who is more protective? They're both pretty protective in their own way. Both are incredible fighters and they're aware the other is capable. Still, Tanya recognizes how people look at Mileena and does her best to protect her heart from the sting of rejection. Mileena knows Tanya is one of the few that care about her and will fight tooth and nail to preserve that.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping? Mileena. It's kinda sad sometimes though. There are things that are still hard for her to talk about openly. Even with Tanya. She'll whisper those secrets late at night. Tanya wakes up sometimes but stays still so Mileena feels comfortable continuing. She's fairly sure Mileena knows when she's when up but they don't talk about it. Tanya is content to let her vent in a way that feels safe for her.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat? God. Who taught them to drive? Who allowed this to happen?? Mileena drives like a madwoman and Tanya grins in the seat next to her.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed? Mileena falls asleep in Tanya's lap all the time. Tanya indulges her more often than not. Mileena likes to (gently) toss Tanya over her shoulder and carry her to bed. Tanya complains that it's not comfortable but she doesn't resist either. Just rolls her eyes a bit.

21) Who cuts the others hair? Tanya keeps both of their hair maintained. Mileena is not allowed to cut her hair no matter how much she pouts about it. She let her once and regretted it.

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day? Neither. Both are pretty good at it and know very well what the other likes to hear. Both will send an encouraging message in the morning but not much otherwise.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry? Mileena. She's still dealing issues of abandonment and self-worth. Tanya does a lot to help her in that regard but sometimes she just feels inadequate. She hates it and doesn't give into the thoughts often but when she does Tanya is there to remind her she's exactly where she wants to be.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? Tanya likes to dance. Mileena doesn't often have the patience for it but will for Tanya's sake on occasion. Tanya's feet wouldn't touch the floor if it were Mileena's choice (girlfriends are for holding, duh) so she's the one picking her up for kisses.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush? Mileena will repeat any bad sex pun or pickup line because it gets Tanya to give her the -_- face.

26) Who kissed first? Mileena. She found out Tanya had knocked out some asshole she caught mocking her appearance and hadn't tried to use the whole thing to curry favor. She'd been pretty confident beforehand that Tanya was actually into her and genuinely loyal but that really hit it home for her. She pulled Tanya into her quarters after she found out and went to town.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark? Tanya gets weird 2am cravings but she doesn't like to wake Mileena if she's actually resting well so she'll sneak out for food. She'll also begrudging grab a drink for a half asleep Mileena who's begging for water like she's caught out in the desert.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them? Tanya writes little love songs for Mileena to sing. Mileena croons them in quieter moments together. She's proud that the roughness in her voice is appealing to someone honestly.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires? Mileena....she's not a fool but she likes Tanya's eyes on her so sometimes she just....bites off a little more than she can chew.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute? Tanya uses reading glasses and it blows Mileena's mind every time she gets to see it.

Thanks for the ask! I hope I did them justice.

#mortal kombat #mileena #tanya #earthrealm.txt #asks #headcanons

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andimackbigbang · 5 years

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The Good Side Tyrus Song Fic

Fic By: @green-lemonboys

Art By: @celsfandomrave

Fic-

It ended, as it had started, in a cafe.

Well, not a cafe per se, but the Spoon. The place you would go to grab a milkshake, some baby taters, and pour your heart out to your best friends, let them in on a secret, fall in love, and soon fall out of it. That’s what it was, a place where life happened.

The last time Cyrus walked through its doors while in high school, it had been raining. Appropriately so. Soaked in the rain, Cyrus pulled his hoodie around himself, pushing open the doors to find TJ sitting in a booth alone, staring at the empty space in front of him. He was pulling at the skin on his thumb, his hair dripping wet, and his eyes were sunken.

He looked distant.

That wasn’t something new to Cyrus. They had both been growing apart for a while now. College and the future loomed before them, stretching the fabric of their relationship apart. They were holding on by mere threads, both refusing to acknowledge the consequences. But they weren’t fools, they knew it was coming. The decreasing number of calls, of texts, of stolen moments under the gym bleachers. It was bound to happen. But it didn’t mean Cyrus was ready for it happen just then. But he knew there was no stopping it, so he took a deep breath and walked up to the booth, sliding into the seat in front of TJ, making him look up at him.

“Hey Teej,” Cyrus said softly, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands. TJ looked up at him, giving him a small smile, but anyone could see it was forced, a facade to pretend everything was okay.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, and TJ let out a shaky breath.

“I got into University of California.”

“TJ, that’s great. I’m really happy for you,” Cyrus said, grabbing TJ’s hand, but he could feel the way TJ shrunk away. It had been a while since he had spontaneously grabbed TJ’s hand, them usually resorting to holding hands when others were around, because that’s what couples did. Just then, the waitress came and set down their two milkshakes and two baskets of baby taters. Cyrus took a sip, dipping the tater in the milkshake as he saw TJ do the same. His mind unhelpfully reminded him of a much warmer time, when only one milkshake and one basket of baby taters were on the table between them.

Cyrus let go of TJ’s hand, drawing back into himself. “You don’t seem happy.”

“No, I, I am, happy,” TJ muttered, keeping his gaze down. “But, I can’t help but think, about us. What will happen to us?”

Cyrus sighed, thinking he knew where the conversation was headed. “Yeah, that’s what we need to talk about-”

“Like, we’ll obviously FaceTime, and text. And if it’s too much we can email?”

Cyrus narrowed his eyes, looking at TJ, who was looking up at him. “W-What?”

“And every now and then, we can meet up when we have breaks. It’ll be great!” TJ said, his voice sounding more and more desperate.

“TJ,” Cyrus said softly, trying to catch his attention, but TJ was looking at his hands, his breath shallow.

“I mean, we, we can make this work. We can, cuz I love you and I know we can,” TJ said, his words hinging on wild.

“TJ,” Cyrus said forcefully, grabbing both of his hands, finally forcing TJ to stop talking and look up at him. “You know that’s not what is gonna happen.”

TJ stopped talking, gulping. He finally looked up at Cyrus, the small thread of desperate hope that he had built up finally snapping. Slowly, he looked back down, nodding slightly.

Cyrus sighed, letting go of TJ’s hands, almost thankful for the distance. “It’s not a surprise, honestly. I mean, we’ve been drifting apart for a while now, you and I know that equally well,” Cyrus continued, looking at TJ. “And, and. This is a better option than us staying together, not talking, and just growing to resent each other.”

TJ just nodded along, his eyes trained to the table. After Cyrus finished speaking, silence hung between them like a black veil, one waiting expectantly for the other to say something, anything. Finally, TJ looked up, tears brimming in his eyes.

“I just thought we could last,” he said in a broken, choked up voice.

That was what made Cyrus have to look down, because that was the one thing that had still tried to hold him back from doing what he did. They were supposed to be the ones who made it through till the end. But he couldn’t dwell on that.

Cyrus looked down at his left hand, the silver ring on his finger shining as he had been twisting it around nervously. He still remembered the way TJ had walked up to him on their one year anniversary, and had pressed it into his hand with a kiss. It’s our promise, he had said, and Cyrus had kissed him again through his tears.

How fitting that it was through tears again that Cyrus would be twisting it off, pressing it into TJ’s hand, and taking his things, and walking out of the Spoon for the last time in high school.

It was rough.

Even though they had drifted apart, even though this was the only way things were going to end up, Cyrus couldn’t help but feel the hollow, broken sadness spread through him like ink in water.

He was cruel, leaving behind both the rings in TJ’s hands. Like he threw it all on him and took off running, trying to escape the heartbreak and the aftermath. Like he was a coward.

Because that’s what he was, a coward. They could have made it last, could have figured out their problems, could have stuck it out. But he was scared. He was the one who left. It was all his fault.

Opening the door to his now mostly packed up room, Cyrus fell onto his bed, breathing shakily as the thoughts consumed his mind. His fault, his fault, his fault.

Tears streamed down his face like an endless waterfall, staining his shirt, and no matter how hard he tried, Cyrus couldn’t wipe it away. He reached over to his bedside drawer, pulling out his worn out notebook and fumbled around for a pen. As soon as he found one, he hastily scrawled whatever words formed a cohesive sentence in his mind, a semblance of a story emerging as he penned down the messy words. The ink ran in the places where his tears fell on the notebook, wrinkling the page, but frankly, he couldn’t really bring himself to care. After he managed to write all the feelings he could ever experience, Cyrus was so worn out that he ignored the insistent buzzing of his phone and the calls for dinner to just fall asleep.

When he came to the next day, Cyrus found it hard to peel his eyes open, the lids feeling glued together from the tears. He sniffed, pushing himself up as he rubbed his eyes, looking down at the crumpled pages of his notebook. As he flipped through the messy, tear stained words he had scrawled down, Cyrus was frankly impressed by his somewhat coherence, as a story emerged pretty clearly from the emotional mess that was his journal.

But what to do with that story?

Cyrus looked around his room curiously, trying to think of what he could do, when his eyes landed on his video camera, one he had gotten from an extended family member on the occasion of his Bar Mitzvah. Rubbing his nose, Cyrus got up from his bed and walked over to it, picking up the camera.

Well, one little silly short film to YouTube wouldn’t do much.

The effect resembled a snowball, an avalanche, but in a way that was both beautiful and gut-wrenching.

Cyrus could never have anticipated the effect posting that short film would have had. For him, it was just a way to vent, to let his emotions out, but a few days after he had posted the film he had made, Buffy and Andi ran up to him excitedly with their phones, showing him the way it had gone viral.

So he made more, not as frequently, but people who subscribed to his channel were patient. Cyrus couldn’t help but draw inspiration from everything that had happened with TJ. But it helped him heal, and he was glad of that. But he couldn’t help but feel guilty as he saw the world appreciate and cheer to TJ’s heart falling apart.

He left for Harvard soon, excited to actually go to an Ivy League college. And that was where he soon met James, a fellow classmate. It didn't take long for Cyrus to find his home in James’ arms, soon enough moving in with him, and not hesitating to tell everyone he could about it. But whenever the rare occasion came when TJ’s name popped up on his social media, Cyrus grew acutely aware of how it all probably looked to him, how he had moved on so quickly. But, that had NOT been the plan.

He would understand. Maybe not just then, but one day he would.

Turned out the fortune teller was right about Cyrus. He ended up dropping out of Harvard. Leaving to pursue directing short films, and soon his work began to gain a lot of professional and industry buzz, his work being screened at festivals of all prestige.

Cyrus couldn’t have found a better way to heal.

It started, as it ended, in a cafe.

Well, again, not a cafe, but the Spoon. The one place that had not changed in the many years of Shadyside, still home to baby taters and milkshakes, still the place for hearts to heal, break, fall and learn.

The first time Cyrus walked into the Spoon after coming up on 8 years, it was a warm and sunny spring day. Appropriately so, Cyrus running a hand through his hair as he smiled at the waitress who came to take his order. His gaze fell on the simple silver band on his left hand and he couldn’t help but smile.

Not James, no. James waltzed out of his life as smoothly as he had come in. That ring was given to him by Gabriel, a charming fellow director he had met at Sundance, and the rest was, as they say, history.

Cyrus looked around from where he sat in the booth, noting the irony at that it seemed to be the same one he had sat in the last time he was there, the mood and circumstances very much different. Today, it was about rebuilding bridges, finding old relationships and once and for all making things right.

Cyrus hoped tha when he walked in, they could catch up on everything that had happened, and he hoped he could say he was proud, as he hoped he was proud of him. He wanted to thank him, for teaching him the ropes of love, for showing him the way.

But more than anything, he wanted to apologise. That Cyrus ended up getting the good side of the breakup, the good side of healing, the good side of mending. The good side was what he got.

The door opened from behind him, and a figure approached Cyrus. Even before he spoke, he knew just who it was. But he only turned around when he heard a soft but reserved, “Hi Cyrus.”

Cyrus smiled, looking up.

“Hi TJ.”

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#andimackbigbang #andi mack #ambb #tyrus #tyrus song fic

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hookaroo · 5 years

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Vocivore, Ltd. (14 of ?)

A OUAT WINTER WHUMP FIC

Also on FFN and AO3 (ack I need to update there!) (ListerofTardis)

Tagging @ouatwinterwhump, @killian-whump, @cocohook38, @killianjonesownsmyheart1, and @courtorderedcake <3

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****NEW!!!!!!!!!!!! Chapter 12 animation and art that will absolutely astound you!!! THANK YOU MY WONDERFUL COCONUT FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!*************

Present (Wednesday, continued)…

Storybrooke General is a far cry from the UW Medical Center. Quieter, even with the current sudden influx of patients into its modest Emergency Department. Smaller; that’s a given. About 15 fewer floors, no view of Husky Stadium or its cluster of 30-plus trumpeters having sectional rehearsal in the upper deck.

Lower tech, too. Jones glanced idly at the folder containing scrawled notes on actual paper, thinking of the computerized system in Seattle that probably still contained “Rogers’’’ record detailing his overnight stay for an indeterminate heart issue that seemed to resolve itself, to the bafflement of his caregivers.

Yet the most crucial difference could not be credited to either facility. And even as he thought of it, proof reached his attentive ears.

“Papa?”

The word floated above the general hubbub of questions and reassurances, pained moans, and beeps and hums of machinery. But he recognized the voice easily, even in his slightly drugged state.

“Alice?”

There came the sound of metal on metal somewhere nearby, and then a surprised,

“Oh. Sorry, sorry--wrong curtain.”

With a fond smile that was somewhat lopsided by the swelling in his cheek, Jones called,

“Over here, love.”

A few seconds later, the curtain to his own little alcove fluttered tentatively, then billowed open as Alice ducked inside. She took in his condition with apprehensive eyes, inching closer, obviously restraining the urge to throw herself into his arms.

“Sheriff Emma called and said you were hurt, and I… well, I thought…”

He held out his hand and relaxed into as placid an expression as he could muster. Alice came closer and grasped it, but he could see she feared hurting him.

“I’m okay, Starfish. Just a bit sore.”

“But you’re bleeding; maybe… shall I fetch a nurse, or…?”

Jones tightened his grip, ignoring the spikes of pain from lacerated skin above shifting muscles. Emma's assessment of the stab wound in his chest had been correct: the sword point had cracked his sternum, which was the source of the most severe pain, but required little more than rest and pain medication as treatment. After imaging to rule out deeper injury, the chest laceration had been repaired; the more minor of his cuts, however, had only been temporarily covered and still needed stitching. Ruefully, he pointed out,

“So are three quarters of the other patients in here right now. I can wait.”

Alice looked like she wanted to protest, but he gave a decisive nod and pulled her closer. As she moved, the fingers of her free hand splayed of their own accord. When nothing happened, she vented a tiny groan of frustration.

“Ugh, I hate not being able to help you!”

“You are helping, just by being here.” He thought once again of that lonely night in Seattle, of freshly restored memories drowned out by crippling pain in his chest, with no one there to bolster his spirits, to give him hope for any sort of future happiness. On impulse, and despite protesting muscles and painful friction on half-clotted gouges in his skin, he pulled her into a tight hug. “I will never take this for granted. Not ever.”

“So you keep saying,” she teased, but her answering embrace was just as fierce.

“I do?”

“Oh yeah. Only every time we do this?”

“Well then it must be true.” Jones allowed her to gingerly extricate herself, then he settled back with a wince. Alice perched lightly on the edge of the bed, gracing him with a watery smile.

“I, uh, heard that the other you is in pretty rough shape.” She fidgeted with the coarse cotton blanket, her eyes sad. “Is it true, then? He was slave to that… killer-monster that took Hope?”

“Aye, he was.” Jones sighed, but strove to exude confidence. “But he’s safe now; Emma won’t allow him to fall back into the killer’s clutches.”

“But…” She trailed off, though her unspoken words were not difficult to guess at. Despite Dr. Whale’s best efforts, there had yet to be a single survivor of the neurological side effects of enslavement.

“He’ll be all right,” he said firmly. In a lighter tone, he added, “We’re made of strong stuff, he and I. All tempered steel and elegance. Though we both know which of us is the handsome one.”

Alice giggled at his attempts to show off his good looks, which were more than slightly marred at present by the blood and bruised swelling all down one side.

“‘Course; no contest there.” She squeezed his hand, reveling it its warmth, its size and strength. The way he could make her feel safe even with so simple a touch. Sensing her thoughts, Jones stroked his thumb along her fingers.

“Why don’t you tell me how the preparations are coming?” he suggested. “I could do with a bit of good news at the moment.”

Just as Alice had drawn a preparatory breath, about to embark upon an enthusiastic update, a scrub-clad man ducked into the alcove, carrying a draped tray.

“Mr. Jones?” After confirmation, he continued, “Kermit here. We’re catching up out there and should be able to get you taken care of very soon.” He set his burden down on a stand and glanced at Jones’ wrists, encircling his own with finger and thumb in demonstration of what he sought.

“Ankle?” he guessed, and Jones nodded.

“The right one.”

Kermit quickly confirmed his identity via the ID band around his ankle, then announced,

“I’m just here to numb you up a little; someone else will do the actual suturing.”

“Can I stay with my papa?” asked Alice. “I promise I won’t get in the way.”

Scrubbing his hands with sanitizer before donning gloves, Kermit shrugged. “As long as your papa doesn’t mind.”

Alice turned an anxious gaze on Jones, who smiled.

“Of course you can stay, Starfish. In fact, I’d prefer it if you did.”

“I will need you to go around to the other side, though,” Kermit told her.

“Alice,” she supplied, though he hadn’t asked. “I’m Alice.”

Her introduction made, she reluctantly let go of Jones’ hand and skirted the bed. Kermit was increasing the height to give himself better access, at the same time lowering its head.

“I’ll be performing a nerve block in this arm and probably the other one, too. Basically, what that involves is putting a small amount of anesthetic into a cluster of nerves in your upper arm, here.” He tapped a spot on his own bicep in demonstration. “And that deadens sensation all the way down the forearm and into the hand. It reduces the amount of anesthetic needed for larger injuries like this.”

By this time, the bed was at its highest position. Checking to be sure she wouldn't be hurting him, Alice slid her arms around her father’s upper arm in a possessive hug, stooping to rest her head on his shoulder. Kermit lay a drape on the bed near Jones’ right ear.

“I’m going to have you raise your arm up, just like… this… hand above your head… perfect.”

Jones now had his arm resting on the drape, his shoulder at an angle greater than 90 degrees, his elbow bent, and hand up near the headboard. As Kermit disinfected the underside of his patient’s upper arm, he launched into a more thorough description of the procedure, along with risks and alternatives. Jones indicated his understanding and didn’t have any questions, so Kermit said,

“Okay, great. I’ll go ahead and numb the skin here so you won’t feel the bigger needle. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves.”

Jones turned his gaze upon Alice, who had lifted her head and was watching with a half-fascinated, half-apprehensive expression. He gave her a reassuring smile and gentle reminder.

“I believe you were about to tell me of Captain’s Smee’s Kiddie Cruise.”

Alice beamed at him. “We should call it that! I’ll have to remember that one.”

It had been her idea, after the gut-wrenching news of Hope’s disappearance. Get the rest of the vulnerables out of harm’s way, she thought, but in the least scary manner she could devise. Which turned out to be a sailing excursion on the Jolly Roger. Smee’s Jolly Roger, not the one currently berthed in Storybrooke Harbor. Although, with the rousing success of the first endeavor, the identical ship was now involved in plans for a similar voyage.

They had taken everyone down the coast, beyond the borders of the United Realms, along the shores of the Land Without Magic and, presumably, out of reach of the monster. Such a project had required a lot of careful planning, but had gone off without a hitch, and they were only back for a day or two while they restocked and recruited more families with young children.

Listening to his daughter chatter took Jones’ mind off of the mild discomfort of the procedure, the more moderate breakthrough pain of his injuries, and his fear for everyone he held dear. He felt a swell of pride as Alice recounted detailed preparations that would please even the most straight-laced captains. Of which category Smee was definitely not a part.

“That’s it,” announced Kermit some time later, smoothing a Band-Aid over the puncture and completely throwing off Alice’s train of thought. “Not so bad, right?”

“No.” Jones wiggled his fingers slightly, feeling a definite muting of sensation all along the torn flesh. “And worth it, without question.”

“Glad to hear that,” replied Kermit. “Cuz we get to do it all again on the other side!”

*****

It took almost two hours to thoroughly clean and repair Jones’ wounds, and by the time that was complete, Alice had curled up in a chair nearby to doze. Apparently, her duties as event planner were taking their toll on her energy. Jones himself came close to that state on several occasions, but was always brought back to awareness by a word of instruction, a twinge in one of his wounds, or an announcement over the hospital intercom.

With the tightening of the final knot and the placement of the last bandage came the inevitable instruction to dress and make his way to the reception area for discharge. Which meant more waiting. And eventually, though Alice seemed content to sit and gossip the afternoon away, Jones encouraged her to head home and spend some alone time with Robin. After all, he was intimately acquainted with the lack of privacy aboard his beloved ship. He knew they hadn’t had the opportunity for much one-on-one interaction during the cruise.

Besides, Jones was not intending to head straight home once he was released. Too many questions remained. He needed to find out how David was faring, if Killian was all right, and what, if anything, he could do to help. It was time for a visit to the inpatient ward.

#ouat fanfiction #wish realm killian #alice jones #knightrook #hospital #lacerations #nerve block #Vocivore ltd #so I guess hyperion heights was supposed to be downtown #because of the monorail track #but I really wanted him to go to UW #and based on the real location of the troll that's one of the closest #so there we go #Husky Trumpets man #Bb-Ab-Gb-Gb-F-F #;)

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years

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The Coffee Prince Pt. 4

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*

Word Count: 7.1k

Plot: Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.

*Previously*

You close your room door, tossing T’Challa Jr. on your bed. Kicking your shoes off, taking your hair down, you pull out your phone.

Home safe! You send to him. You put your phone down and unclothe to get comfortable. Suddenly a ding sounds and you dive for your device.

Glory to Bast. Sleep well, umhle.

You read it a couple of times before setting your phone back down. Laying down, you clutch your prized possession T’Challa won you to your chest as the day’s event float in your head: euphorically exhausted.

The next few weeks with T’Challa that follow are some of the best you have experienced in a long time. You guys meet at the coffee shop from time to time when your schedules allow, and take evening walks to vent about your days and life, ending with sweet kisses before you guys part ways. You can’t remember the last time you walked into work on cloud nine, but T’Challa seemed to be doing that for you now.

This day however was particularly tasking. Your company’s online server was down, causing an uptick in calls from begrudging customers wanting answers on when their products would be available again to use. The worst part was that your processors had no clue what the problem is or how long it would take to fix, so you try your best to white lie your way to keeping customers satisfied enough to keep from threatening to revoke their memberships. Just before you are at your wits end however, you see your phone light up with T’Challa’s name calling in. T’Challa wasn’t a big texter; he likes to hear your voice and feels texting is too impersonal which you thought was quite sweet but could be inconvenient at times. You pick up and speak in a low tone.

“Heyyy, Chacha, what’s up?” You were still kind of trying to figure out a nickname for him. You kinda like this one.

“So much, right now, umhle. I could really use a break at the moment. Are you free to meet?”

You look at the queue of calls sitting in your phone line and the stack of paperwork you need to upload and organize.

“Yeah, I can step away for a bit. The usual?”

“If you don’t mind. We could do something else if you’d rather.” His tone tickles your eardrum as you imagine him saying that in another context, but T’Challa was completely pure in his intentions with you most of the time.

“No, no. I could kill for some caffeine right now and it’s closer. My energy is too low to walk far.” you say with a whine.

“Ms. Macchiato, in her true form. I’ll see you there then.”

“Ok, see you!” You’re cheesing as you hang up the phone. You look around at your other co-workers completely ignoring the queue and roll your eyes as you walk out. No way in hell you would be the only person putting in phone work around here. You remind yourself to do some job searching later when possible.

Walking into the shop, the smell of the coffee beans roasting was enough to make you moan audibly. You were so damn ready to wrap your lips on the rim, letting the warm liquid rejuvenate your spirit. As you approach the register, you hear a voice call to you.

“(Y/N)! Over here!” T’Challa waves from a table by the window.

You wave and mime the you are going to order something and he replies, “I’ve got you right here, umhle.”

You squint as you see the extra cup sitting in front of him with your name correctly scrawled along the side. Walking up to him your heart swells with appreciation. T’Challa stands up placing a hand on your arm and a kiss on your cheek.

“You didn’t have to buy it for me. I owe you for a couple other ones already.” you say taking your seat.

T’Challa hisses his disdain for your comment. “You have no reason to pay me back. That’s not how I do things; my treat is seeing you in front of me.”

You feel heat rise to your face from something other than the coffee. You hide your goofy smile in your cup as you take a sip.

T’Challa smirks at you a while before continuing, “A hard days work looks good on you, by the way. I know you said things have been piling up, that’s why I wondered if you would even be able to see me today.” T’Challa sips from his ‘Thomas’ cup.

You tweak your mouth as you shift in your seat, “Yeah, I just figured, the work will still be there whether I take a break now or later. And trust me, the work will still be there for me to do alone.”

“Ahh, so your co-workers aren’t as dedicated as you seem to be.” T’Challa summizes.

“I mean, dedicated is a strong word. I do what I need to do to get things cuz otherwise I’m going to hear someone’s mouth about it, and I don’t needed that added stress, you know?”

T’Challa nods hugging himself in contemplation, “I see what you mean. Your situation seems to be working in comparison with mine. You know of my community work in high-crime areas?”

You nod. T’Challa had spoken of his work with a non-profit to rebuild some areas that were pretty violent and drug ridden that you knew all too well.

“Well, of course it is not so simple as to give people things and expect them to use the materials to create a better situation for themselves with education. So we are trying to do that, educate, but everyone is at a different learning level, and not everyone learns at the same rate or method. So, as much as we would love to be projecting great numbers of progress, they have been slow to come and almost stagnant at times due to us still trying to build a foundation for a successful program.” T’Challa lifts his hands in surrender, shaking his head as he grips his cup up, staring into space.

“I get it. That’s some of the hardest work in the world; helping others in a completely selfless way. It can consume you, corrupt people and forget the mission at large. But I think you have a good head on your shoulders to keep things on track.” You reach for T’Challa’s hand, running your thumb along his slightly rough knuckles.

T’Challa sighs deeply watching your hand on his; his eyelids halfen his eyes. You see his shoulders start to relax as he grips your hand in yours.

“Look at that. It looks funny to me how polar opposite our hands are.” You stretch his out, raising it up to mirror yours, palm to palm. “Mine is stout and chubby, yours long and knuckly.” You chuckle to yourself regarding the assessment,

T’Challa interlaces his fingers in yours, his eyes smizing, “It’s a beautiful combination, I think. I need something soft to rest my hands on.”

Your heart skipped a beat at this statement. T’Challa kept doing things like this. You smile at him and he just smiles back, kissing the back of your hand gingerly, maintaining the hold as he drinks from his cup. Does he really not realize the double entendre or are you just too hot for him at this point? That’s something Tavia has practically put a countdown on: the time when you all fully express yourselves physically.

T’Challa says, “We have a community get-together happening this weekend by the way. You could come by; there will be food, music, games, the works. I’ll be working a little bit of everything, trying to spread the word of our program for people to take advantage of, but I could escort you around.” T’Challa says with a smile.

“Oh yeah! I’d love to see you in action over there. You had me at free food, but you know, the kids are the future as well.” You quip.

T’Challa scoffs, “Well that’s what the food is there for. Cheapest advertising tool known to man.” T’Challa looks at his watch, “I think I may have taken more of your time than I anticipated.”

You look at your phone at get a mini heart attack. Someone may actually notice your absence this time. You could just say you were in the bathroom the whole time. You both get up to leave the coffee shop.

Once outside you guys turn to each other. A thought crosses your mind and you start to speak but decide against it.

T’Challa, always observant, notices. “What’s on your mind, umhle?”

“Uhh...I don’t, mm.” You bite your tongue.

T’Challa rests his hand on your arm, sending an electricity through you that you found to be completely unfair. “If you can’t make the community event, it is alright. Your rest is more important. And I know you have plenty other things to do.”

“No, it’s not that. But um, are...do we…” T’Challa looks at your expectantly. “Are we...exclusive?”

There it is. Something that has been plaguing you for a while is how much you guys have hung out and gotten to know each other, but you couldn’t place if you guys were good friends who just kiss sometimes, or if he was looking for anything more.

“Are we exclusive?” T’Challa parrots back.

You nod, not wanting to say much else out of embarrassment.

T’Challa steps in front of you slowly leaning to whisper in your ear, “I don’t kiss my friends the way I kiss you, umhle.”

His bass snakes your inner ear like the serpent on an apple, as you twinge to keep your juices from flowing on sight.

He pulls from your ear staring you, hand resting on your hip. “And I am a one woman kind of man, (Y/N). Don’t think anyone else could carry a single percent of my attention from you.” Looking to your mouth he hovers his over it before allowing you to close the gap between you. His lips fit with yours perfectly as the suction creates a chorus of smacks, sealing the definition of your relationship.

A low grunt comes from T’Challa as he sighs deeply pulling from you. “So, do you like me? Yes or no?” He smiles goofily at you as you laugh at his childish question.

Stifling your smile, you say, “Maaaybe. But it’s in your favor.”

Heading back to your place, Tavia is posted on the couch with an array of books and papers scattered around her. She is back in school to earn a certification in something you keep forgetting.

Tavia looks at you over her glasses, “Whaddup, doh?”

“Nuthin much, girl. You?” You kick off your shoes and throw your keys in a bowl.

“Hun, you lookin at it. Procrastination remains the death of me. Them white folks still giving you hell at the job?”

“Yeah, they stay lazing around and I’m tending the field like Boss asks.” You exasperate as you plop on the easy chair massaging your scalp.

“You need to get the fuck outta there. They don’t appreciate you. And you too smart for that busy work.”

“Yeah. It would be so much easier if I could just stay and not start all over in a new place, though.”

Tavia wags a finger, “Uh-uh. Cuz then you would be getting more responsibility that does not reflect in your pay. Leave!!”

You marinate on Tavia’s words. It seems like she’s right honestly. You have no position in that job and there is no way to work up because positions get taken quick or just aren’t available.

“At least we can get our frustrations all out on some canvas at the Sip and Paint Saturday. Groupon finally came through with something good.” Tavia says bobbing her neck as she reads her notes.

Your stomach drops as you remember the plan you made last week with her. “Uhh…”

Tavia snaps to look at you, “Uhhh? Uh what?”

You play with your fingers as you speak, “So I ran into T’Challa today…”

“And?” Tavia winds her hand in the air for you to hurry up.

“He has a thing at his non-profit. Like a block party type thing. I said I would help…” You squeak out, waiting for the storm to blown.

Tavia looks at you frozen with blank expression. “Ok, I see.”

You recoil into your body as you continue, “Are you mad?”

“NAH! You good! I get it, dick is important to lock down. I applaud your efforts.” Tavia whips out her phone. “I guess I’ll get back on this app life. The Groupon is only good in for a couple, not single.”

You go over to half hug Tavia, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Girl.”

“Tsk, make it up by making that dick dance for you. That’s all I ask.” She pats your head on her shoulder before rolling it to get you off her.

You go to your room as you hear Tavia’s phone pinging on and on. “See? I got options too!”

Saturday comes and you make your way to the park the community party was being held at. Balloons and tables were in abundance; speakers were playing everything you heard on the radio and then some. The smell of burgers and brats filled the air and your stomach instantly caved in with hunger. T’Challa said they were good on set up and really just wanted you to enjoy yourself for the most part.

Making your way through the crowd, you go to the food table to fix a plate. You smile and thank the servers as they pile your plate with the goods. Once you make it to the dessert area, you feel two hands grip sides, making you jump a little.

“I have to admit, the sweets on that table would only disappoint you.” A voice you know too well tickles your hearing as his lips greet the side of your face.

You turn to see T’Challa smiling at you. “They look pretty good to me, what’s the problem?”

“As sweet as your lips are, they’d only taste sour.” he says screwing his lips in disgust before planting his mouth on yours. You didn’t need the plate or dessert if this was all that touched your lips today.

“Brother! This is not the way you introduce me to your girlfriend, eh?” a voice says behind you.

A young lady with braids in a bun shakes her head clicking her tongue at the both of you. “Shame, shame, I must say. We have health codes to maintain, please move the PDA along elsewhere.”

T’Challa smiles speaking to her, “(Y/N), this talkative volunteer is my sister, Shuri. I told you about her a little bit.”

Shuri nods proudly, sticking her hand out. “The pleasure is all mine. I am the subject of many people’s conversations, I’m just that memorable. And don’t let him fool you, I am running this operation, not just volunteering.”

Taking her handshake, you buck your eyes at T’Challa “Oh?”

T’Challa shifts his weight, pursing his lips, “Shuri, you know better than to fib. This isn’t Wakanda, you have a secondary position here.”

Shuri waves her hand in his face, “Ah ah ah! Bump all of that, Brother. Science and tech is the most important aspect of the program, no surprise. The public schools here do nothing to emphasize the importance and hone their knowledge to be able to apply what they learn outside the classroom. Also, I meant the picnic anyway. You barely lifted a finger to decorate.”

“Bast! I did more than life a finger. Anything heavy was my job to handle! Cutting up cake is not ‘doing everything’.” T’Challa exclaims.

Shuri holds a fist up to her face and demonstrates a winding motion next to it. “I wonder what will pop up?” Her middle finger slowly unravels.

“Can I get the apple pie, please?” a person asks.

Shuri drops her hands and puts on a winning smile, “Of course! We have plenty, so don’t hold back!” She says as she hands over a pre-cut slice.

You were getting your life to the back and forth between T’Challa and Shuri. Rubbing T’Challa’s back you dismiss yourselves. “Thank you Shuri, and it was so nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, (Y/N). He can’t shut up about you, so use that to your advantage.”

T’Challa moans in frustration shaking his head as he leads you away to a table to sit.

You sit and start to to smack on your food.

“(Y/N), I’m going to make rounds for a bit. Will you be ok here?”

You nod with a mouth full of food hindering your speech. T’Challa smiles, kissing your forehead as he walks toward some informational tables. The whole party seemed to be a smash hit. Hordes of people walked around enjoying the sites and music. Kids ran after each other and got their faces painted. Shuri moved from the dessert table to the science area where she and others demonstrated simple experiments making fog and foam appear from virtually thin air. There was a mini exhibit on an element called ‘vibranium’ that you hadn’t heard of before so maybe you would check that out.

Finishing your plate, you definitely had The Itis, so you needed to get up and do something. You weren’t sure where T’Challa went, but you went around to enjoy the sights regardless. You played a couple of the carnival games, trying to knock bottles down with a nerf gun and that one cornhole game that’s always a classic.

You waited in line forever to get your face painted and while the clown lady was giving you a gorgeous flower on your cheek, a voice calls out to you.

“Yaaass! Getcho face BEAT for the Gods!”

Turning slightly to not mess up the creation, you see Tavia made it to the party.

“Hey girl! Whatchu doin here? You didn’t say you were coming!” You exclaim taking her hand lovingly.

“I love surprises though, so here I be! I did wanna be nosy too though. Where’s Tobago?”

You roll your eyes, “Tavia, I will knock you clean the fuck out if you get his name wrong in front to his face. T-Cha-lla.”

“Listen, it only matters that you get Thalia’s name right. Don’t worry bout me! Where is he anyway?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. I thought he would be escorting me around but he got caught up in the mix I guess. Why are you here though? Ain’t Sip and Paint tonight?”

Tavia nods, “Uh-huh. I found a willing participant to accompany so I’ll be leaving, like now.”

The lady gives you a mirror to show you the finished art on you. “Ok, well have fun. I know this is about to wrap up too in like 15 minutes, so if I don’t do anything after, I’ll be home.”

“Please, do something else! You made your way out here for the nigga to abandon you for most of it. He owes you somethin!” She raises her eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Ok! Bye!” You say dismissing her.

As Tavia leaves, you look around to see where T’Challa went. Instead, you see Shuri breaking down the science exhibit area and decide to ask her.

“Hey, Shuri. Have you seen your brother around?”

Shuri looks across the way, “I don’t know actually but I hope he is deflating the bounce house. People will keep coming and kids will never leave if that stays up.” Shuri struggles to fold a table and you reach down to bend the leg joint of it so it folds.

“Ugh, thanks (Y/N).”

“No problem! Do you need help with anything else around here? I got nothing else to do.”

Shuri nods looking around, “If you collect some tablecloths and toss them. They are disposable so we aren’t keeping them. After that, we got tables we are loading up in the trucks nearby. Don’t wear yourself out though! Just a couple would be a great start and you can leave whenever you want.”

“Ok, will do. This was an amazing event by the way.”

Shuri laughs with her tongue out, as she brushes her shoulders off, “I does what I can!”

Collecting the tablecloths you think about how beyond her years Shuri appears to be. The girl is a teenager, but is of course so smart and has a great business-head on her shoulders. Plus it was so cute to hear her talking shit with her accent; she really was down! You wanted to be her when you got your life together.

With all of the tablecloths disposed of, you head to tipping a table and getting it folded.

“Eh! My sister has you working now?” T’Challa comes out of nowhere, reaching to fold the legs down.

“No, I volunteered! I wasn’t doing anything else so…”

T’Challa raises the table on its side, walking the table to the truck. “I’m sorry about that, by the way. There was a lot of behind the scenes stuff that I had to help with that was...unexpected.”

You nod, quiet. You couldn’t hide your disappointment. “I still saw a lot though, escorted on not. This place was hopping with shit to do.”

T’Challa steps in front of you, grasping your chin, eyes locked on you suddenly. Your insides jump at the anticipation of what was to come from his touch.

He turns your head slightly to the left, studying your art, “Ahhh, a purple flower. It almost resembles the Heart Shaped Herb from back home.”

Your pace steadies as you realize his intentions. “Yeah? I just wanted something pretty and purple and boom! There it is.”

T’Challa nods, licking his lips as he studies your face. Letting go, he say, “Let me make it up to you. We could get some dinner...or a movie.” You contemplate the options. “Or both? We could really paint the town if you want, so we can catch up.” He says softly caressing your painted cheek. Your center began to throb again. T’Challa was always making it impossible to think clearly when he is talking about completely normal things but not giving you any room to breath. If it weren’t for the people around, you would press up on him right now; that’s what you wanted to do!

“Both is good,” you squeak out before moving away to go back to get another table. You walked with a bounce to ensure he would have a show as you walked away.

T’Challa had three tables down as you had just finished folding your one. Walking it back to the truck, your foot hits a hole in the ground you didn’t see. You lose your balance as you try to hold the table, but it sends you off kilter even more. A sharp pain shoots through your ankle as you land, the table plops on top of you.

You yelp in pain as you try to push the table off and not move your leg. Suddenly the table is clear off of you and you see T’Challa over you, face riddled with worry.

“(Y/N), are you ok? Where are you hurt?” He asks, kneeling and holding your head in his hands.

You point down to your leg. “My ankle! God!”

Shuri has come over to look it over. She presses something on her bracelet causing a stream of light to cascade over your swelling foot. Your skeletal make up in your ankle is revealed for a short period.

“What is that?” you ask, having never seen that kind of technology.

Ignoring you, Shuri says, “It isn’t broken, thank Bast. We can’t handle an OSHA case right now, right brother?” Shuri jabs him, chuckling. T’Challa’s returned expression snaps her back to a professional tone. “Like I said, not broken, just sprained so she needs to lay off of it a while: wrap it, ice it, the works.” She instructs as she heads back to her duties.

T’Challa nods, “Ok, come (Y/N). I’ll take you home.”

You didn’t protest this time. Your ankle hurt like hell, so a free ride couldn’t hurt. T’Challa reaches your arm around his shoulders and reaches his arm under your knees to lift you.

“Whoa, whoa! I don’t like that. Please, I’ll hop.” you say.

T’Challa looks at you incredulously, “It will be faster if I carried you.”

Your body tenses up, “Come on, I don’t wanna...weigh you down or whatever. Please, this is embarrassing enough.”

T’Challa bats his eyes realizing the problem, “Do you think I cannot lift you?”

You lean your head back, mortified. “I know you are strong, I can tell. But I’m a sturdy gal, I’m just trying to warn you.”

T’Challa sucks his teeth, going at lifting you again. You close your eyes tightly as your weight becomes nothing in his arms. You feel the bounce of his stride as you peak to see you are in motion. T’Challa looks ahead, no signs of strain, he looks at you and winks. Your cat could meow with how good he was making you feel right now showing off himself. You hadn’t been lifted since grade school, and your current boo does it like you are a toddler. God bless it.

T’Challa puts you down a moment to get the door to his Lexus open. T’Challa takes your hands as you slowly sit down, folding your legs in, careful to not bump your ankle against the door.

“How are you feeling?” T’Challa asks, resting his hand on your knee, eyes wide with concern.

You nod, “I’m good, don’t worry.” You cup the side of his face, causing him to lean his face into your palm. He turns to kiss your palm before getting up to close your door and make his way to the drivers’ side.

Starting the engine, he asks, “Alright, now what is your address?” as he searches for the GPS program in his dash. You give it to him, praying to God Tavia hadn’t made it home yet.

Once you guys are on the road, T’Challa reaches over for one of your hands in your lap. “Are you still ok?”

“Yeah, more than. Thanks, by the way, for the ride.”

“Ahh, don’t thank me. It’s the least I could do. You were such a big help today.” T’Challa says gripping your hand a little tighter.

“Hardly! I took down two tables and almost broke an ankle. Plus we won’t be able to go out tonight cuz of me.” You say disappointedly.

“If I was by your side like I said I would, there would be known of these issues to begin with.” T’Challa takes your hand, kissing the back of it.

You almost forget your ankle when he warms you up like that. A man admitting fault was a big turn on, you had to admit. And you loved how affectionate he was, without pressure; just enough. Looking at your ankle you remember something from earlier, “What was that device Shuri used? It was like a portable X-Ray device?”

T’Challa nods slowly, “Precisely what it was. Shuri developed it in her lab in Wakanda and it’s been pretty vital to our village.”

You think on this, “Wow, you guys have a lot more to you than I imagined. It’s beautiful.”

T’Challa smirks, “The Western media would make you think we are impoverished but we have handled ourselves without outside help, and I think that says something.” Your mind was churning with so many other questions but before you knew it, you guys made it your your place.

Luckily you all have an elevator, so T’Challa only carried you, without hesitation, to the elevator then your door. Setting you down, you get your keys together to find the one for your door.

“Umm, once I get inside, I should be able to manage if you need to make it back to the park.” you say nervously.

“Oh, they wouldn’t miss one person, I think. If it’s comfortable with you, I want to check your ankle once more before I head back, though.” He looks at you with a serious expression.

You nod, turning to the door to hide your excitement. As you open the door, the apartment is dark and quiet, so Tavia must be having a good night. Turning on the lights, you start hobbling to the couch. T’Challa doesn’t miss a beat, ducking under your arm to support you as you sit down.

T’Challa takes a couple decorative pillows and props them under your ankle, lightly inspecting it.

“Well it doesn’t look worse, which is good. Do you have little baggies and ice?”

You nod and point, “The fridge makes it, yeah. And the drawer under the microwave should have some lunch bags to fill.”

T’Challa gets to work, Macgyvering an ice bag for you. As you lay back, you catch yourself smelling like the outside, and instantly get embarrassed. You can’t get comfortable when you’re funky anyway, plus T’Challa would help you hobble around so might as well use him while he is here.

“Uh, T’Challa, can you hold off on the bag for a second. I need to go to my room, if you can spare your shoulders.” you ask.

“All the more for you to lean on, umhle.” T’Challa says lovingly, as you direct him to the right room. “It’s nice to see how you live on a daily basis. You keep a nice home.” T’Challa says as you reach your room.”

“My roommate gets most of the decorating credit, I gotta say. I do tell her when to reel it in though, so points for creative direction goes to moi.”

As you step into your room, you declare, “So I need to shower, cuz yikes.” You say sniffing yourself. “But did you want to stick around or….”

“I would love to!” He answers a little quicker than necessary. “No problem at all. Do you want me to order something? We could still have our dinner here.”

“Yes! Good idea. Let’s just do a pizza, from that local spot we passed.”

“I am well aware of it. Excellent choice.” He takes his phone out as you get a change of clothes and head for the bathroom.

In the shower you give yourself a pep talk. You are a goddess, queen! With your prince out there lying in wait for this body. He wants ALLADIS, sis! Don’t get nervous, or shy. If you run out of things to talk about, hey, you are on a bed, fill in the blanks. Damn, Tavia really got into you.

You lather your body in berry scents as you rinse, giving yourself a towel off and quick moisturization. You picked some shorts and a baby doll tank to wear. Still pajamas, but with a hint of lingerie appeal. Opening the door you step out to see T’Challa flipping through the TV channels. His head cranes in your direction.

“I didn’t think I’d smell something so heavenly until the pizza arrived.” He says smiling, eyes darting down your body.

“Haha, good one.” You say limping to the bed, sitting back.

“Was it too….”

“Don’t!”

“....cheesy?” T’Challa says scrunching his nose.

You slap his back with an audible thud. He holds takes your calf, placing it on his lap to ice with the bag he made earlier. The cool sensation was relieving, making you moan audibly. You bite your lip when you realize how comfortable you were getting.

T’Challa massages your calf as he holds the bag on your ankle, “Does that relieve you, umhle?”

You nod before answering, “Yeah, it does. Keep doing it.” You say, your vocal cords suddenly laced with honey as your voice dips seductively.

T’Challa rubs your calf some more. “I told you it is nice to have something soft to rest my hands on.” studying your leg as he goes.

You could’ve jumped out of your skin with that comment. So he DID know the double entendre, sly devil!

You chuckle trying to keep from freaking out before saying, “I’m pretty soft just out the shower though, don’t be fooled. Takes a lot to maintain.” You make a face behind T’Challa at your words. Snatching an insult out of the jaws of a compliment, nice.

“You make it look effortless.” he says looking up at you. “You think you could lend me some products?” he says showing all those beautiful teeth to you.

You smile into your chest shaking your head. “You can have whatever you like. But you have to follow the steps or you’ll just be a mess!”

T’Challa squints at you, “Eh? What process are you talking about?”

You swallow, hoping this doesn’t go over his head, “Well, you are on the right track practically. I like to start with my calves, very important. But I have so much more leg to go.”

T’Challa nods slowly, appearing to understand. “I see, so then we go to…” His hand hovers above your thigh. You shiver in anticipation, “The knee!” planting his hand on your kneecap.

You guffaw, “Right! Can’t neglect ashy knees! True! Then what, Chacha?”

He looks at your knee quizzically like its a jigsaw to solve, “The only way to go is the…” and without a word he snakes his hand up your thigh. You bite your lip, elevating your hips under his touch.

T’Challa tucks his lips as he notices your movement, “Is your reaction normal for the process?” he asks as his voice has caught the honey coated timbre of seduction as well. His eyes glaze over, looking from your face to your body, mouthslightly agape to the treats he will hopefully be soon to receive.

His hands grip both your thighs, one working inner, the other outer; his long hands encompass the surface area of your thickness easily. Your walls start to talk back to you, awaiting their turn for a massage.

“When it’s done right, yeah.” you say, unafraid at this point. You pull T’Challa’s face into yours, gripping the back of head. The kiss starts off as your regular ones do, only once did T’Challa try to slip tongue, but you go into a schoolgirl giggle fit when he had. This time was different, there was no ‘will he, won’t he’ because you were both on the same page. Your mouths opened simultaneously to welcome each other in. T’Challa moves your leg away gently as the ice bag falls to the floor. One of his hands grips your booty cheek, spreading it about like dough. You felt the spread in your lips as you moaned against his mouth, gripping his back to wrestle his shirt up, feeling the warmth of his skin.

You lean back on the bed as T’Challa hovers over you, sucking your neck; the sounds sensations of his lips against you could make you climax on its own. Then he got the nerve to pepper your collarbone and chest area with kisses, gripping your titties up like the were ripe for the picking.

“I have been wanting to explore your body for weeks.” He says suckling on your neck in between. “You can’t imagine the torture I have sustained to remain respectful.”

You shiver at this confession. All the feelings you had and that he gave you were mutual. “I think I can, ‘Challa. I feel it, 10 times more.”

You hadn’t gotten this far before, and it was becoming overwhelming for you. You either had to stop or get it in. Reaching for the button of his pants, you were shooting for the latter. T’Challa freezes above you as he watches your hands undo his pants. His breathing is heavily laden as you work the fly down to relieve his growing protrusion.

T’Challa begins to ask, “Umhle, are you sure-” before there is a knock on the front door.

You instantly dry up as you forgot the pizza was on the way, dropping your hands frustratedly. T’Challa rests his head on your shoulder a moment, before unmounting you to gain his composure on the side of the bed.

You don’t see his face but an awkward amount of time passes before you sit up. “I’ll get the door...”

T’Challa waves his hand in protest, “No, you rest your ankle, I’ve got it, I just...need time.” He gets up, buckling and zipping his pants as he walks outside. You cross your arms in wait, thinking about what almost happened. You would have to take another shower with all the preheating he did to your oven.

T’Challa stands at the door with the box in his hand. “Did you want to eat in here?”

He looked at you like a lost puppy. You weren’t sure what he was thinking of, but you figured the moment between you both has passed for now.

You nod, patting the bed. “Yeah, nothing fancy here. Come on.”

T’Challa sits on the edge of the other side, placing the box between you both. He picks up the ice bag to place on your ankle once more, patting your leg like cattle this time.

The fresh smells makes your stomach churn as you remember how hungry you were, grabbing a slice; T’Challa takes one as well, taking a big bite. You turn the TV to one of your tried and true comedies to binge. As the canned laughter fills your room, you look over to T’Challa looking like he is about ready to doze off.

“T’Challa?” you call to him.

His eyes flutter open as he looks to you, a lazy smile spreads across his face. “I’m sorry, umhle. I’m more tired than I thought before.” He gets up to stretch, joints popping, groaning with relief.

“You can sleep over if you want...just sleeping, you know. You’re tired, I’m tired, let’s just...sleep.” you say rambling. You wanted to make sure there was no pressure to spontaneously perform again.

T’Challa leans over the bed kissing you on the side of your face. “You would take in a lost Wakandan to lay his head at your residence?”

You give him a defiant look, “I didn’t say the whole village, now. Just you!” You both laugh as he takes the pizza box and sets it on your table.

“Plus my ankle has felt much better since you been here.” You tell him as if he needed further convincing. He climbs in next to you, resting his head on you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Then let’s dream for a speedy recovery.” He says sleepily.

You feel his hand rub your side gently, slowing up until he goes to sleep. The hum of his breathing sounds so sweet to you as you close your eyes to listen to its melody. Turning off the TV, you shimmy down to lay next to him, stirring T’Challa only a little, who adjusts to pull you in for spooning as you call it a night. You thought about how wild the night progressed but you still wouldn’t change a minute of it. His arms beat the panther plushie you have been hugging on any day.

Morning rays flood your room as the sun woke you up. You start to stretch and jerk with alarm when you feel him around you still. You forgot for a second he stayed with you. Adjusting your titties back in your shirt, you hear him waking up behind you as well.

“Mmm, is it morning already?” T’Challa groaned.

“It is, Chacha.” You look back at him, eyes still squinting awake but smiling at nonetheless. “Do you want to do breakfast?” you ask turning to face him.

T’Challa rubs your back as he replies, “I wish I could. But I have to get back to the center to debrief about yesterday’s festivities. It’s already-” he looks at his watch. “9:30 am. I’ll be there around noon, so I’ll go home and freshen up first.”

You whine at his plans, rubbing his chest for coaxing, “I don’t want you to go yet…”

His forehead meets yours, “How about I order you breakfast to enjoy in my absence and we make a date for my place next week?” He looks at you for a reply.

You wipe some sleep out of his eye before answering, “I guess that sounds good.” You exchange smiles before pecking a kiss on each other.

Suddenly music blasts from the living room. Tavia has been on a workout kick that requires a trap soundtrack to stay motivated.

T’Challa winces at the noise, “And we can be free from interruptions...” He twirls a wayward twist in your hair. “Completely free to do...anything.”

You squeeze your thighs at the thought before squirming away to get up. “I’d like that, T’Challa. Let me walk you out.”

Opening your bedroom door, you see Tavia hopping from one side of the room to the other. She sees you come out.

“Hey girl! Listen, when I’m done, let’s do a brunch thing or somethin! I’m starving and got some stories for you!” After one rotation she looks back at you for reply, by now noticing T’Challa. Tavia stops in her tracks, pausing her video.

“Tavia, this is T’Challa.” You make faces, pointing at Tavia from behind him as he walks over to her.

“Nice to meet a friend of (Y/N)’s. I have heard wonderful things.”

“Same here...T’Cha...lla.” Tavia says dumbfounded. You give her a thumbs up.

You and T’Challa walk over to the front door going outside to kiss each other goodbye once more before closing the door.

You and Tavia look at each other in silence for a second before bursting out in shrieks and giggles, jumping around.

“That’s my BITCH! I see you with that morning after glow on you! Talk to me, tell me something GOODT!”

You guys park on the couch before you start, “Ok, so first things first, we didn’t sleep together; like we literally just slept.”

Tavia instantly checked out. “Oh HELL NO! Did he go down on you at least?”

You shake your head.

“Come ON, B! Well what the fuck is there to talk about?? How is he here in the morning but not for getting it in. You need to swipe your card before it expires!”

“It doesn’t expire, hoe! And I’m more than ready to swipe it, cash it, turn it in to the authorities, but if you let me tell the story-”

A knock raps on the door. You both look at each other confused before you get up to answer. Peeping through the hole, you see a delivery man, you think.

Opening the door, the man holds two sacks to you.

“Delivery, miss!”

“We didn’t order anything…” You say looking to Tavia.

The delivery man looks at the receipt. “A….Ms. Macchiato?”

The name rings bells. T’Challa said he would order breakfast for you, but you forgot to turn it down.

Tavia comes up behind you, “What is it?”

“T’Challa got us breakfast,” you say taking the bags and thanking him.

“Bish whet?? Gimme gimme gimme!”

Tavia rips open a bag to see the omelettes, hashbrowns, toast, boiled eggs, sausage, bacon.

Another knock comes to the door. You jump to get it.

“Here are the drinks too, Miss.” the delivery man huffs and puffs.

“Oh thank you!” you reply taking the OJ and apple juice cups.

Tavia is tearing through her spinach omelette when she says, “Ok, I’m ready to hear it. What freaky shit you put on him to do alladis??”

Part 5

Other Works

King Kil’mawalls

T’akia

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands

Some Weeks Are Better Than Others

Song of Stevens

Commencement Day

Wakanda Got Y’all

My Ragtag

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I kinda was saving this for when i had the time to type everything out in one go, so let’s just get this over with before Smash drags me back into the depths of hell. XD

So, like, things happened back in 2017. a lot of things. graduated highschool, felt the winds of freedom as i stepped into the world of adulting and.....fell into a deep abyss of crippling depression as my life took a rather....wild turn to say the least. these feelings would linger and continue to haunt me throughout the majority of 2018. if you’d like to hear them or just need a refresher, my 2017 summary WITH that in depth description is on my DA that i no longer use cuz all i can think of when i go there is that year as a whole.

That’s not to say the year was cruddy, though. it really looked up by the end and it’s been one of the better years of my life as an artist. i’m about to go into that, so sit tight if you wanna actually read everything.

January: Arcus ~Collab with KLou

Things got heated at grandma’s after the holidays and we left in a huff cuz yeah, big fight the night before. it wasn’t something i ever wanna remember, but i gotta acknowledge it happened. thus began the struggles of living life as a nomad basically. From this point on until May, i won’t say much about our situation cuz honestly, time grinded to a halt after hotel life began.

February: Let’s Save the World

Believe it or not, this was a mobile drawing. i still didn’t have my tablet or my computer, so i tried using my phone for awhile. this was, of course, after i got Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth Hacker’s Memory for PS4, so this right here was my Dracomon babu Takumi, named after the former wearer of the goggles i equipped to him.

March: Let’s Kick It!

A brief moment of light as i fINALLY GOT MY TABLET BACK ONLINE! i felt like things were going to be different, we’d finally get somewhere and i felt like i could do anything again! this drawing, while super simple since it was just me around most of my current OCs at the time, was meant to represent me being back in business after around 4 or 5 months of being restricted to traditional work, a medium i, at the time, didn’t have much development in. (although, those months sure did help me learn how to draw that way in more than just sketching. so i’m actually kinda grateful i was stripped of the tools that i realize i may or may not have taken for granted.)

April: Spyro the Dragon

The Reignited Trilogy was announced and that’s why i drew that cuz literally everyone was doing Spyro fanart. i remember also doing a bunch of little doodles of other people’s characters in this same coloring style since some of the drawings i did before like the mobile drawing and my traditional work gave me inspiration on how to go about doing this new watercolor/marker like style that i started to experiment with throughout 2016 and ‘17.

May: Memories in Pieces

Remember how i said time grinded to a halt after hotel life began? yeah, this is where it reeeeaaally started to effect me. the days dragged on and blended together, we STILL could secure a home to house all of us and it just felt like my life was just....over. like, all the important stuff happened and now my story’s just done. it didn’t help that memories from the year before decided to come back and hang over me like an undying demon cloud. my anxiety and depression couldn’t have been higher. and yet i still managed to wake up. in fact, i woke up bright and early every day somehow. it felt like there wasn’t anything to believe in and yet....i still had hope that we could get through this. i knew deep down we weren’t gonna be completely out of luck.....but i still hurt at the same time.

I never uploaded this drawing anywhere, but this was, to put it simply, partly a new direction for a future project but also a vent art of sorts, representing the negative thoughts and regrets that never seemed to leave me alone no matter how much time has passed.

June: Digimon Atlas Adventures Ultima Vocal Collection

My second commission ever made since i opened that month. it was also the first time i really cel shaded along with made a logo since the year before. this day marked the turning point along with the end of my depression for the most part as the parents finally gave up and took...some of us down to Florida. a couple of siblings had jobs to keep up with, so they had to stay back in NY with.....eghh....grandma. to this day, i’m still hearing stories even if some of them eventually found their own place. i swear, the more i hear about what’s going on, the less i wanna go back to NY. >_>’

July: Drake ~Art Fight 2018

Oh yeah, we moved down to FL, but we were still in hotels IN FL, so there was change, but still pretty similar circumstances. we quickly found a place at some point, though. a cozy apartment complex that i’m happy to live in.

This is when Art Fight began....or rather when it was supposed to begin cuz they had technical difficulties for the first week or so. the day i revamped Drake for it was like i was saying hi to an old friend after parting ways years prior. it was a really fun experience that i’d gladly partake in again next year if i’ve got the time.

August: Gathers Under Night...

A very ambitious looking piece i did as an attack against a friend during Art Fight. it was my favorite attack i ever did and could quite easily be my favorite drawing from this year. after leaving hotel life behind me, i rarely, if ever, had war flashbacks or anxiety over the past. i felt like my life was finally getting somewhere again. for real this time. and that it did, thankfully.

September: Lost in Thought

A gift i made for a longtime friend and art senpai to try and cheer them up. i still look back at this and think “yeah....this is the style i’ve been longing to emulate. and i’ve finally achieved it.” granted, it took a lot from Kingdom Hearts II’s title screen, but where do you think i got my love of watercolor from?

At this point, i started to become a new person. i mean i already was considering the summer also involved me trying to become a little less total weeb at least in terms of music taste and also leaving my hoodie lifestyle for a good few months, but yeah. in fact, i think this was the month i buzzed off all my emo hair and really ended up resembling how i looked like back when i was little, anime cowlick and all.

October: The Lethal Protector

Oh yeah, Venom happened. i should’ve disliked that movie with all it’s flaws and unused potential, but instead i wholeheartedly stan it and i luv the portrayal of Eddie and Venom to the point where i forgive where it went wrong.

Yeah, i completely moved on from everything that tied me down at this point. i yeeted the past into the stratosphere and focused solely on what i wanted to do now. what my next move was. and i can thank these two losers for helping me stay focused on my craft. i also kept branching outside of Digimon. i wanted to be more than what i used to be.

November: My Favorite Ninja Frog

Didn’t do much this month, so all i had was a doodle of my starter partner for Pokemon Y. i never evolved him past Frogadier cuz i preferred him over Greninja. it was the tongue scarf, dude.

Why? ehh, it was most likely Warframe. i got into that game at some point cuz a friend persuaded me to do it. i don’t regret anything. i luv this game when i’m playing with friends.

December: Draw Your Roster Ultimate: The Winds of Reunion + Holiday Arcus

The Winds of Reunion cuz Wind Waker and the fact that everyone including Wolf, Young Link and even Pichu returned to Smash Bros. when Ultimate happened. this game cured my depression, cleared my skin and reignited my love for Starfox oddly enough since Starfox Zero AKA 64 with a new coat of paint and motion controls that weren’t as bad as you think didn’t exactly do it for me. i haven’t been so content with the way things are in a long time and i’m happy i finally got my hands on this treasure of a game. now, to wait for Kingdom Hearts III. ;w;

And now we finally get to the end of this long as heck recap. thank god Tumblr gives you unlimited characters, amirite? XD

Overall, this was a year of recovery and rebirth. it was a long and rough winding road, but in the end i think i’ve healed enough to finally get on with my life.

I’m not the same kid i used to be when i graduated highschool, and i’m definitely not the same kid i was when i was first starting out as an artist. my journey has been full of ups, downs and all arounds and it was all a much needed learning experience. even if i felt like i was suffering at times.

My future is mine to decide, and i’m not letting anything stand in my way again.

For the future i want to believe in.

#digital art #summary of art #2018 summary of art #digimon #Spyro the Dragon #venom 2018 #super smash bros ultimate #pokemon #year end reflections

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