#I grieve over it but I know I gotta just deal

[littlebittywildflower]

I miss you. I think I probably always will.

[amazinglyashy]

hello, idk if you're open but if you dooo, can you do HC of lads seeing MC being more...brutal? since we all know our mc is badass but kind right, but what if sometimes she slipped and her darkness come forth more than she usually let on? hahahah idk it just after all mc been through she's more than validated to be villain u kno. so yea! thankchuu

Just a heads up, I am ALWAYS open, it's just a matter of when I get to the request, so as long as you're patient, anyone can send in anything anytime!! :D And ooh, this is an interesting one, but something I've definitely thought about haha. MC's been through a lot, and I feel a lot of readers also have too, and there comes a point when you gotta say screw it, I'm mad now. (I'll also say I'm still really grumpy about how little we get regarding MC's grieving during certain points of the story, and the lack of how the Li's all react as well to the news, no matter how little they know about the situation :/) Thank you for the request <3 hope you enjoy!

Love and Deepspace Li's reaction to seeing you finally snap

Rafayel -

He's somehow... not surprised.

But can you blame him?

The amount of rage Rafayel carries in his heart is constantly, constantly threatening to bubble up to the surface and boil over the edges of his last remaining ounces of humanity. The amount of cruelty on the basis of pure rage that he could commit is not a volume that he is proud to carry, but something he carries heavily though.

So seeing you finally snap is... almost cathartic.

He knows what he's been through, hell- he knows a great deal of what you've been through. Even in the distant past. It would be a wonder if you weren't angry. If you weren't seeing things. If you hadn't 't been simmering up to your breaking point from microaggressions and trauma stacking up and up until-

Here you were.

And for him, it feels like you're doing something of your own volition- feeling something that was entirely your own. Devoid of any outside influence or need to be the kindest person in the room. To keep your head down, path straight and narrow.

And despite the sheer amount of power he possesses in comparison to you, he will admit if asked- that he was just a little bit afraid at first. Even if just for a moment.

And damn, he was proud of you.

Zayne -

Calmly, he watches you.

It's out of character, sure, given how you usually are. Even when you're rude or abrasive, it's never anywhere near... something quite like this.

But the other thing is- he has a good grasp on the human psychic, just from his medical knowledge, even though it isn't his main area of study. He knows what it takes to truly make someone snap, both from personal experience and from his findings in research.

He also knows the extent of things you have been through that have been building up, cumulating into this moment before him where you have finally just broken.

Depending on the level of rage and cruelty you reach, he may stop you, or he may let you go. Either way, his actions are calm and calculated, no matter how he might disagree with, agree with, or fear your actions. He knows someone needs to remain levelheaded in this situation, and he's more than capable of taking on that role.

Gods forbid once you calm down that you feel guilty. If what you did was uncalled for or wrong, he'll discuss it with you, but if there was justifications to your actions or experiences and trauma that had led you to your moment, he'll just pull you into a hug slowly, his expression even.

He'll say it if he needs to, but his actions will hopefully tell you that nothing, nothing you do will ever change his love for you.

Xavier -

He's startled.

He himself is used to having complete control over his emotions, to the point where he can disguise them exceedingly well to maintain a calm aura. So seeing you fully snap and head down a warpath, it's... shocking.

But he's not entirely surprised.

Honestly, he would be more surprised if you had never got this angry at all, given the things you had told him under the covers in his bed, after a particularly late night in his apartment watching movies together.

You've been through a lot.

He knows that.

He knows how it hurts.

So when you finally rage, it takes him a few moments for even the thought of stopping you to enter his mind. And even when it does, he first has to have a small battle internally on whether or not letting you go off and have your cathartic moment is better, even at the cost of a little bit of destruction.

He'll stop you if it's particularly dangerous though, even if it means having to wrestle you away from whatever it is that was taking the brunt of your anger.

Otherwise, he'll just let you go.

Whenever you're done though, if you dare try and steal a glance back towards him, afraid that you may have scared him or made him scared or angry with you-

He'll just flash you a small, comforting smile.

Sylus -

Sylus spends the majority of his time in a cesspool of seething rage, backstabbing psychopaths, and fake smiles that take advantage of the weak and needy.

Anger for himself, anger towards others, anger to benefit others who can't seem to get angry themselves-

If anyone knows what fury is, it's him. Whether secondhand, personally, or just being around it for so long, he knows the emotion intimately well and every single shape or form that it could possibly take.

Still, seeing you suddenly lose it is... surprising.

He likes it.

Not in a way where he's turned on necessarily (though it is an additional feeling), but the enjoyment stems from constantly seeing you put others before yourself- watching you make yourself small so that the people around you could be big- and now finally watching you take what you deserved in his eyes.

He won't intervene unless you're doing something he knows you'll deeply regret later, instead favoring watching you until you've burnt out and finished to the end.

He's mostly quiet, he knows it's probably not something you want to talk about, like most people wouldn't want to after a particularly vicious outburst in an argument. But he can't help a few small comments.

"I'm surprised. I never thought the kitten had such big claws. You really surprised me, sweetie."

[lunajay33]

Lost Part.3

•🗝️🕊️🩶•

Summary: Carl Grimes was your best friend since birth, when he died the world turns grey, he was your partner in crime so you shut yourself off from the world, no one could get through, until one day you’re wondering Alexandria seeing Negan in his cell, maybe he could be the one to break you out of this hell

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

Content: Age gap, Depressing themes, Consoling, Spicy themes later on, breeding kink, character development

Part.2

•Masterlist•

Song Recommendation: I Just Want You: Ozzy Osbourne

The next day I woke up feeling a lot better after last nights affairs, that man had me wrapped around his finger but I still had to deal with the fact that Michonne and Rick strongly disagreed with my interest in Negan, the word has probably spread but I still had Daryl in my corner, I hear a knock at my door and Daryl walks in sitting beside me on the bed

“Any word about letting Negan out for the day?” I ask hopeful

“Rick said ya can take him, but I gotta go too” I’m not pleased that we can’t go alone but I understand

“Okay fine, thanks for this Daryl”

“Let’s go before we waste anymore light” I quickly got dressed meeting Daryl on the porch to go get Negan, making it to his cell Daryl let you go in alone

“Hey baby girl, been thinking about you all night” he smirks as he walks over to the bars

“I missed you too, Rick said you could come with me but Daryl had to come too…….if that’s okay?” I ask nervous as I unlock the cell door

“Ain’t a problem as long as I get some time with you, especially during this” he says wrapping his arms around my waist placing light kisses down my neck making me laugh

“Come on Daryl will get suspicious”

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me baby?”

“Of course not, you know how I feel about you”

“Oh I know you showed me pretty well last night” I smack his shoulder feeling my face blush

“Let’s go before I show you again” I took his hand leading him up and onto the streets of Alexandria meeting Daryl

He looked down at our hands intertwined and I could tell the turmoil running around his head, he didn’t say anything and just glared at Negan

Daryl got on his bike and Negan and I got in a car following behind him as he lead us towards the location of Carls grave, every minute that passed my heart felt heavier and my mood from earlier was quickly plummeting

“Hey you’ll be okay” Negan said rubbing my thigh obviously realizing how stressed I’ve become

“I know it’s just……..I’ve been grieving him knowing I’ll never see him again and I never got to be there in his last moments……so actually seeing his grave it’s just gonna make everything real…..permanent” I say biting the inside of my cheek anxiously

Daryl pulled off the road onto a dirt path driving a little ways in until we stopped at some abandoned field by a house, a wooden cross prominent amongst the overgrown grass, I sucked in a deep breath as I shut off the car

“You need this, and you won’t be alone baby girl” the fact that he only treated me like this always eased my mind and made me feel special

“Okay, let’s go” we got out of the car, Daryl sat on his bike waiting

“I’ll be here if ya need anything sunshine” Daryl said giving a little smile which was rare but gave me the confidence to face this fear I’ve been dreading

Negan took my hand and we walked over through the weeds and overgrown grass stopping infront of the makeshift cross with “Carl” scratched into it, that name broke me down immediately, all the grief I went through came rushing back now that I really see he’s gone and never coming back, I drop to my knees infront of the grave clenching the dirt in my hands

I was a blubbering mess as I felt Negan sit next to me and hold me close to his chest

“You promised you wouldn’t leave, we planned so much to still do together, why would you go out there by yourself, you left me and I don’t know what to do without you and it hurts so much, I wish I could have been there at least I could’ve said goodbye, I knew I should have stayed in Alexandria but I’m saying goodbye now, I’ll never be able to forget you or the pain that comes when I think about all our memories but I need to find a reason to live again, it was you before you always kept me going out on the road and now I have to try and move on if that’s possible, but I love you Carl and I always will………goodbye” it felt like a weight was lifted off my chest, the guilt and anger I’ve been holding onto was gone now that I had an ounce of closure

We sat there for sometime just looking at the cross calming down over awhile at the touch of Negans hand running up and down my back

“You feeling better?” He asked voice low

“Yeah I think it’s time to go”

“You sure?” He asked as we stood up

“I’ve made my peace, like I said I need to move on without that guilt”

“You did good baby, I’m proud of you” he smiled as he placed a gentle kiss to my forehead

“I wish we didn’t have to go back, atleast back to the way we live, I hate having you locked up I wanna be able to be with you whenever I want”

“Hell you got me baby but Rick hates my damn guts, if it wasn’t for Carls note I’d surely be a dead man”

“What do you mean?”

“Carl told Rick in his note to show mercy, was his last wish and so now I’m a prisoner” he grinned as if that was a good thing to be a prisoner

“Maybe I can get one of the free houses and convince them to let you stay there instead of that stupid cell”

“Baby girl they’re not gonna let a little ol’ thing like you shack up with an old man who terrorized their group”

“Trust me I can be pretty convincing” I smile as he pulls me flush against him

“Oh trust me baby I know” we were broken out of our moment when daryl came over

“There something ya need ta tell me y/n?”

“What?”

“Seems like he’s more than just a comforting companion”

“Well….i mean….i don’t really know…….everything is so new” I blurted out frantic not knowing what to say

“She’s mine” Negan said gripping my hand to solidify his statement, worried that this might cause a fight between them

“Sunshine he’s just using ya, yer too young to be with ‘im”

“Ain’t using her, she’s my girl and she’s old enough to make her own decisions”

“He’s not like he use to be Daryl you have to trust me, I know you get worried about me and I adore that you care but he cares too and I know he’d never hurt me on purpose” Daryl looked between us for a while seemingly at a loss for words

“Ya ever hurt her, she cries, she so much as gets a cut I’ll kill ya where ya stand” Daryl glares daggers at Negan

“Holy hell man, I ain’t ever gonna hurt her relax”

“Come on it’s getting dark we should go home”

The ride back was silent but not in an awkward way more of I needed that silence to soak everything in from everything that happened and Negan realized that too

Parking infront of one of the unoccupied houses we got out heading inside, Daryl Rick and Michonne standing on the side walk a few houses down just watching but I’m a grown woman and I’m not going to let them dictate my life any more, so I take Negans hand proudly and lead him inside

It’s cozy, cozy for houses in the apocalypse that have gone unscathed, it’s perfect for making a home

“Got some balls on you sweetheart, pulling a stunt like that infront of the town” he says pressing himself close to my back wrapping his arms around my hips

“I’m a grown woman, I may be young but I know what I want”

“And what is it you want baby?” He whispers in my ear

“I want you, I wanna be closer, I want to feel like we did last night, I just want you” I say turning in his arms to wrap my arms around his neck

“The offer is very tempting and god would I love to rock your world but like you said I’m not like before, I don’t want to rush this with you”

I pout in frustration and he just smirks sending shivers down my spine

“Doesn’t mean we can’t explore more ways to make you feel good, I’d be damn proud to make you cum on my face”

“How?” I ask confused on how we would do that

“Well I could tell you but I’d rather show you” he lifted me up laying me on the kitchen island looping his fingers in the waist band of my shorts waiting for my okay, once I nodded he pulled them down along with my panties throwing them somewhere in the room gripping my thighs and spreading them apart

“I knew you’d have a pretty little pussy, looks as good as you taste” he says dragging two fingers up and down my pussy

“Negan please” I whine wanting more desperate for that feeling like last night

“So impatient” he laughs as he gets down on his knees so he’s eye level with my core, licking a stripe up to my clit making me jump at the foreign feeling, I lean up on my elbows to watch him work his magic

“You like that?” He asks licking again

“So good……more” and that’s when he dives in like a man ravished

He starts sucking on my clit and that’s when I’m on cloud 9, dragging my fingers through his hair gripping him closer as I grind my hips against him

“Oh god! Negan so good I’m gonna…..” the feeling that ran through me was even better than last night, gasping as I laid back on the counter trying to catch my breath when the front door banged open, standing there was Daryl Rick and Michonne, this wasn’t going to be good

Part.4

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[lauraneedstochill]

I debated whether I should keep my opinion on EP3 in the comments to @st-eve-barnes post (she made some good arguments btw!) but I guess I’m out of fucks to give. just like the HOTD scriptwriters ✌

big fat disclaimer: I sincerely can’t say a single bad thing about Ewan. his acting was absolutely amazing, he owned the scene, and it’s pretty clear he doesn’t have a problem with nudity (if you watched “High Life”, you know what I’m talking about; if you didn’t, please read the warnings before watching).

my problem is with everything leading up to the brothel scene with Aegon — because this is NOT how you write conflict, and because it could’ve hit way harder if only it was done PROPERLY. unsurprisingly, it started in EP2:

➡ the fact that we got absolutely no reaction to B&C from Aemond is a joke. I’ve read some people saying “well, Jaehaerys isn’t his son so why would he care” — sure, Aemond wasn’t competing to win the uncle of the year award. BUT you are telling me he wouldn’t simply be pissed about the fact that a couple of nobodies managed to sneak into the supposedly well-guarded castle and kill a Targaryen like it’s no big deal? that they dared to put a knife to Helaena’s neck, that they clearly could’ve done worse things to her? that they left a mess in his room, touched his stuff? you mean Aemond, who is definitely an annoying perfectionist who puts every thing in its specific place, Aemond who’s extremely arrogant about being the best warrior, the biggest defender, the mister-know-it-all, Aemond who clearly has anger issues — HE wouldn’t be fuming on the inside? HE wouldn’t rush to the small council meeting to know all the details? HE wouldn’t volunteer to help Aegon murder the ones responsible? it’s a pity everyone’s forgotten S1 Aemond but I have NOT.

➡ I won’t talk much about the brothel scene in EP2 (@pygmyharmoset analyzed it really well) but I will say that to me it felt very disconnected from the main plotline. yet again, there is NO ! BUILD UP ! was it so hard to at least show Aemond leaving? to let us know what mood he was in (was he agitated? fidgeting? when exactly he decided to leave? did something trigger it?). they could’ve cut out the moment of his arrival so we wouldn’t know where he was going to have the big shocking reveal later when he’s suddenly with Sylvi, all naked and vulnerable. it would’ve only taken an additional MINUTE of screentime!

➡ now, to the worst of it — and I really want you to think over what I’m about to say:

people are allowed to grieve in their own way. not everyone is lucky to have all the right tools to process trauma.

did Aegon treat Aemond poorly? was he mean and cruel to his younger brother? yes. yes, he was (newsflash: there are no good people in this show. hope this helps).

BUT

was Aegon’s child killed because of a mistake Aemond made? is it possible that Aegon’s been harboring his resentment, that the absence of Aemond in that tragic, pivotal moment in their lives hurt him? the answer is also YES. Aegon doesn’t know how and has never seen how to cope with emotions in a healthy way, and it’s not in his power to break the cycle so he keeps repeating all the same mistakes. that’s the tragedy of it and that’s the ticking bomb planted under the foundation of their relationship.

the tragedy of that dumbass writing we’ve been presented with is that we did not see their conflict take root. we DID NOT get to see how their discontent kept growing, how they both felt caged and dissatisfied with their circumstances (Aegon realizes no one wants him on the throne and he feels helpless, Aemond is constantly being denied the chance to prove himself so he also feels helpless) — and how eventually that anger they couldn’t channel into anything else made them lash out at each other.

my first thought after watching EP3 was that there’s gotta be a scene missing between the small council meeting and the brothel scene. there SHOULD’VE been a scene with just Aegon and Aemond, they had all the reasons and opportunities for it! here, think about this:

Aemond’s comment at the end of the meeting comes off as patronizing (“It’s a brave thought” — Aemond is forbidden to leave with Vhagar so he’s glad that Aegon has to sit back, too). Aegon insists that he’s just “as fearsome”; but the thing is, he isn’t sure of it, so of course Aemond’s words stay with him, nibble at him, and it would only take a cup or two for him to get heated about it. he calls Aemond to his chambers and brings back the topic — “You don’t deem me brave, brother? You do not think I’d fight just as hard?”. it’s only the two of them, Aegon is in full armor, standing on his little wooden stool, a cup in his hands. and because he is hurting, he wants to hurt Aemond in return. so he gets off the stool and comes closer to him, sneering, “You are, no doubt, a fierce warrior,” — but then the smile falls off his face, and his voice gets quiet, pained, searing, “So tell me, where were you when my son was being murdered? I came to learn that they were looking for you, were they not? Oh, you would’ve fought them off with ease, for sure. So where were you, huh?”

and then you get the tension breaking, the emotions erupting — and, most importantly, the CONFLICT. Aegon throws the cup away, darts to Aemond, grabs him by his clothes (remember how desperately he held his face in EP9 of S1? the parallel would’ve been so beautiful !), finally screaming “Have you any idea what you’ve done? WHAT IT COST US?” — and now he isn’t talking about B&C but about Luke too. only, we’ve seen the extent of Aemond’s guilt and he isn’t about to show it now, taken aback by Aegon’s outburst, so instead of taking the blame, Aemond does what he knows best — he attacks him in return. they throw accusations at each other: Aemond reminds Aegon he was getting drunk, he himself didn’t do anything to be there for his family, he didn’t even do anything to deserve being on the throne. it’s nasty, it’s a shouting match, Aegon’s buddies eventually have to come in to pull them away from each other.

and it’s no surprise that Aegon goes back to drinking after that. and Aemond, overwhelmed and in disarray, goes back to the only place that can grant him comfort. so when Aegon finds him there and dares to humiliate him publicly and rob him of that illusion of comfort — that’s when something switches in Aemond. that’s when he decides he’s not a loyal dog anymore.

and that is, in my humble and very subjective opinion, how you properly bring someone’s temper to a boiling point. if only Ryan Condal ever cared, HA.

[obey-me-disaster]

hey im the gal who requested ya write the whole, mc dies and doesnt come back thing. i just read the first part and i gotta say it was really well written lol. and if you dont mind, could i ask for the side characters' reaction?

thanks :yellow_heart:

I am glad you liked the first part ^-^

Spoilers for lesson 16!!

Warnings: death and description of it, grieving.

Side characters x gn!MC(Luke is of course platonic)

MC stays dead for good

Diavolo

He was aware he was most likely sending MC to their death but he still held onto the hope that they will make it out alive. They have been doing so well until that point, managed to get pacts with over half of the brothers, but unfortunately, fate had other plans for them.

He will beat himself over this whole affair for a long time. Not only did the exchange program failed, but he also let down a friend and led them to their own death.

He got so carried away when MC said they want to prove that Belphegor was innocent that he forgot they were only human. They didn't have a grasp on how to use their magic and pacts.

This failure as both a ruler and a friend will always live in the back of his head. That day he failed multiple people and he was the one that had to tell them there is no saving MC in the end. The only thing worse than the memory of MC's corpse being craddled gently by Mammon were the defeated looks of all the brothers.

Belphegor should count himself lucky he is not killed on the spot. All of Diavolo's hard work went down the drain in one night. It would probably take another 2000 years before he could even attempt peace between the three world again. The only reason Belphegor is only locked up and not killed is because of the brothers. He will have to deal with political fallout that MC's death would bring, he can't deal with the chaos the brothers would rise if he were to kill Belphegor.

Barbatos

He knew this would happen yet he still hoped that MC would make it out alive, there are timelines where they do that after all.

In the end, he didn't get his hopes up and he was grateful for that. The sight of their corpse, the looks on the brother's faces, even the disappointed and sadness on Diavolo's face, he was able to keep his calm demeanor through all of that.

He was the one that dealt with all the details that about proceedings after MC's death. Their families would have to be informed but still hide all of the details about the exchange, Belphegor's imprisonment and standing by Diavolo's side as the consequences begind to follow.

He didn't get the opportunity to get close to MC and for that he was glad. It was easier to deal with their death and the fact that they were never coming back.

The only thing that bothered him is when he would see them happy and healthy in other timelines. That's when all the 'what if?' question would pop up in his mind. But in the end those were not his timelines. He knew better than to indulge in worlds that he did not belong to after living with his powers for so long.

Simeon

He only found out days after MC's actual death but he felt something was deeply wrong even before that. Neither the brothers, nor Diavolo and Barbatos would show up to school and he couldn't reach MC.

When he heard that MC died he thought it was at the hands of a lower demon. He didn't know the whole attic ordeal so that was the only logical explanation at the moment.

When he learned the whole truth, he wasn't sure if he would have preferred to live in ignorance or not. It really shaken his perception of the brothers for a bit, after all he knew Belphie since he was an angel. To find out that the angel that loved humans so much turned into a demon that hated humanity was quite the shock to him.

He insisted to remain for MC's funeral. He wasn't there for their last moments, so he wants to be there when their soul is sent off to the Celestial Realm.

He tries hide how much MC's death hurt him from Luke. He is young and just lost someone, so Simeon tries to be there for him before the tries to work through his feelings.

He really saw MC as someone to cherish and even look up, often times referring to how they would make a better angel than him. To him they seemed so untouchable that he forgot how humans with no control of their magic could be.

Luke

All the progress he made about seeing demons in a better light is gone. He even sees them as bigger monsters than before.

Poor kid really looked up to MC as an older sibling figure so to hear that they have died broke him. Since he wasn't alive through the wars, MC's death was probably the first violent death he had ever have to deal with. Maybe MC the first person in his life to even die.

He is aware that Simeon is pushing his feelings aside for him and he hates but doesn't know how to deal with these knew feelings so he just accepts his help.

Will probably bake MC's favorite deserts in their memory...poor kid isn't really sure on how to deal when loved ones die, especially when they are murdered.

Solomon

If MC died at the begging of the exchange program he wouldn't have been surprised, it's Devildom after all. But not only did they not die, they made 5 pacts with the lords of Hell and managed to sneak their way into his life.

He wasn't expecting that he would get so attached to his fellow human exchange but they did. So when things started to change about the brothers he started to expect the worst.

He knew there would come a day when MC would leave him for good and die, all the people in his life did that but he didn't expect for that time to come so soon. Especially in such a cruel manner.

MC was the one that made him see demons as friends, and while not all the progress is gone he will still need to take some time for himself.

He has done it 1000 times over the course of his life span, he dealt with the death of his loved ones more than he would like yet, it's still never easy to get used to their presence being gone. Especially when it's so out of nowhere.

For quite a while he doesn't even dare to try and make a pact with Lucifer. Is it due to MC's memory, knowing that he won't get a pact in those circumstances? He isn't really sure, he just knows he wants to throw himself into his research to distract himself from the wound MC's death left in his heart.

[sophiasharp]

Brain has been rotting out of its skull these last few days thinking about Copia’s initially rocky relationship with the ghouls, particularly about how he made it so much worse to start with.

Cause I gotta imagine that he was only put officially in charge of Ghost after the deaths of the other Papas, so that’s gonna leave him a bit of a mess for a bit, especially because he suddenly doesn’t know who the hell he can trust anymore now that his main support system just got completely wiped out.

(They were the strongest men he knew, they may have played dumb to the Clergy but each of them were so much smarter than anyone gave them credit for, he’d been so sure they would be here till the Abbey itself crumbled, and yet now he’s here. He, the useless bastard younger brother, has lived to see another era, and they haven’t, and it just isn’t fucking fair-)

So when he’s initially put in charge of the ghouls, he endeavors to be detached- to be what he knows Imperator would want from him for fear that even the slightest provocation could send his house of cards crumbling down, as it were. He referred to them only as “ghoul,” was straight and to the point during rehearsal, and then avoided them completely in everyday life if it could be helped.

And then there is the photo shoot. You know, the one with the severed head.

(It was a threat, it was an open fucking threat, not just to him but to anyone else left that could be considered close to him, it was a threat to play his part like they wanted or otherwise join his predecessors in death, it was a warning to his few remaining friends to stay away lest they prove “distracting” enough to the new band leader that they must be dealt with, because why else would it be Terzo’s real head? Why else would they go to the trouble of decapitating a dead man for a magazine cover?)

The day after, Copia gets so much worse. He can’t talk to anyone about the stress he’s under, can’t safely relieve his frustrations and anxiety to anyone else so he takes it out on the ghouls. He becomes hyper critical off their performances. So what if Rain is still learning the bass? So what if Cumulus has yet to fully acclimate to the surface? So what if Dew only regained consciousness from his element change a week ago and is still dealing with the loss of almost his entire pack? So what if they’re all grieving the same way he is? It’s no excuse. They need to be better.

(Don’t they know? Don’t they know the razor’s edge they all were balancing on? Don’t they know they’re all one mistake away from being cast aside? From being sent to the pit without any warning? From having their existence be deemed not worth of the air they breathed? Don’t they know? Don’t they?)

That day the tension snaps between Copia and the ghouls. It’s one unneeded criticism too many and they all just. Leave. They’ve had enough of thinly veiled threats for one day, never mind the rest of the week. It serves as a wake-up call for Copia, makes him realize just how badly he’d fucked up taking his aggression out on the band mates he’s likely to be spending his entire musical career with.

He regroups after that. Endeavors to apologize. To explain himself, if they’d let him. He knew nothing would mend the rift he’d created immediately, but the sooner he admitted his wrongdoings, the sooner he could start over with them, prove he was more than just a cowardly dog hiding at Imperator’s heels.

So he goes to the ghoul den- not for the first time overall, but certainly for the first time since Terzo was dragged off stage all those months ago -and tries to talk to the ghouls, the majority of whom were huddled around the coffee table in front of the couch.

Mountain gets up to meet him in the doorway, and before Copia can get so much as a syllable out, a pamphlet is being thrust into his chest with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

No, not a pamphlet, he realizes as his heart sinks. A magazine. One with a hauntingly familiar image on the cover.

(He still feels the cold blood through his gloves, still feels the weight of the head in his arms, the bright lights of the camera flash seared into his brain even a day later. He wants to scream. To cry. To vomit. To say or do anything and yet it’s as if he’s rooted in place, only able to look at that damn photo and his brother’s dull, lightless eyes-)

“We may be under your leadership, but If you ever try to hurt my family again, they will never find your body. I’d suggest you leave now before I lose my patience.”

[luna-rainbow]

Thanks again for answering my ask and sorry to bombard you with these.

I absolutely agree with you about Bucky and Zemo on TFatWS. This might be long as I have so many thoughts about this. The series seems to fail to understand T'Calla wasn't just someone who helped Bucky although he was of course. He was his friend. The movies don't get everything right with Bucky but I think Bucky and T'Calla's relationship is one of the high points. We don't see them much but when you do you can tell Bucky respected T'Calla immensely and not just because he's a King. He seems to be really genuinely fond of Shuri as well, asking her to call him Bucky instead of the formal Sargeant Barnes.

I know I said it before, but the Wakandans are his friends/his protectors/his adoptive family. He is not just some white guy with colonialist arrogance who expects favours from the African State. If anything its the other way around- he fought because he felt he owed T'Calla and his family a debt.

As such- I do not think he would ever have helped the person who killed T'Callas father. Yes he didn't know T'Chaka, but that is his friend's father. Its like if he found out someone killed Steve's mother and worked with them. Like slapping his friend in the face, and I can't see him doing that.

Also, finally can we talk about how the show robbed us of the emotional impact of T'Challa's death on Bucky? He's sad about Steve leaving but I firmly believe would have grieved for T'Calla too. He's lost not one but two of his best friends within a very short space of time, so he's got grief alongside all his other problems to deal with. Don't know how that man managed to stay sane. Well relatively sane and didn't have a complete breakdown.

Thanks for all the asks!

I love the idea that T'Challa and Bucky had a strong bond. I agree I think Ryan Coogler intended in that short post-credit scene to show that Wakandans have accepted Bucky as part of the family.

The kids are peering down curiously at him as he sleeps, and he doesn't startle, nor does he startle them when he wakes. There's a high degree of mutual trust there. He lives in their community, not in a boxed off high tech room like the one where he was put to sleep. They dressed him in their ethnic clothing and colour-coded it to match Steve. Someone tied (and probably combed) his hair for him when he didn't have a prosthesis. Someone has folded a blue shawl and tied it into a pretty sling to protect the stump of his arm. This is the image of a guy that was being well looked after -- not just in an impersonal, we gotta keep him alive kind of way, but in a what can we do to make his life better kind of way, and if that isn't some sort of family I don't know what is.

I mean...compare with this costume...that looks like some random sweatshirt from some sports brand worn backwards with the extra fabric pinned and pulled over tautly over his right shoulder, complete with the soft elastic cuffs and the weird neckline. Coogler put more effort into a 30 second cameo than TFATWS did for one of Bucky's most emotionally poignant scenes in a series where he's the main character. Sorry I'm never going to pass on an opportunity to shit on the series.

And like yeah, while I don't ship T'Challa and Bucky (I really like T'Challa with Nakia in the MCU), I think they're an underrated dynamic. They strike me as somewhat similar in temperament? Both peace-loving, respectful and compassionate guys, who have a strong sense of loyalty and a fierce streak when someone they love is hurt. And both Bucky and T'Challa are older brothers to younger sisters, and they both have that oldest kid sense of weary responsibility. And for someone who was broken out of 70 years of brainwashing by being reminded of a promise he made, Bucky clearly has a strong sense of loyalty and responsibility.

So yeah, it makes no sense to me that Bucky would actively do something so personally hurtful, so disloyal and irresponsible to T'Challa, without adequate justification.

As for the mourning, yeah. At the time they didn't know how Coogler was planning to write T'Challa out of the story, so that might be why the mourning wasn't in there. To be honest, Bucky's feelings about Steve was handled poorly too. As I've mentioned before, the series avoids actually addressing how Steve's departure played out. Sam and Bucky are sad about Steve's absence, but never talk about the hurtful way Endgame!Steve abandoned both of them, which is far more emotionally relevant. They talk about him as though he had died in a noble sacrifice, not dumped the world on them and went to mess up someone else's timeline.

[bow-of-aros]

Day Eleven: Hug

Summary: It's been rough ever since Hilbert's mutiny, Eiffel and Minkowski could both use some affection.

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Hey folks! Here is another short one that was actually a request. Hope that y'all enjoy <33

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It’s been a disaster on the Hephaestus recently. With Hilbert’s mutiny and Hera still being offline, Eiffel and Minkowski have barely gotten a chance to breathe between the constant emergencies that need their attention.

“Eiffel!”

Speaking of emergencies.

Eiffel stretches as best as he’s able to before turning to deal with whatever disaster has befallen them this time.

“Yes, commander? What is it this time? Another engine failure? Explosion on the bridge? Are we falling even faster into the big firey ball of death? What is it?”

He’s exhausted, he’s stressed, he’s grieving the loss of his best friend. But when he sees the taken aback look on his probably even more exhausted commander’s face, he puts all of that on hold for a moment and takes in a big calming breath.

“Sorry, commander,” Eiffel says, dragging a hand down his face, “Didn’t mean to snap at you. What’s up?”

Minkowski stares at him for a moment before just… Deflating. Eiffel doesn’t think that he’s ever seen her without military perfect posture, so seeing her slump her shoulders unnerves him more than he cares to admit.

Whatever emergency is happening can wait for a minute.

“Alright!” Eiffel cracks his knuckles and makes a show of stretching his arms, “Bring it in!”

He floats on over to her and, slowly, just in case she wants to punch him in the face instead, wraps his arms around her.

It’s awkward for a few seconds. They haven’t exactly done this before and they’re both tense beyond comprehension, but Minkowski eventually sinks into the hug, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and burying her face in his neck, heaving a big sigh.

Eiffel can feel his own mountain of stress start to seep out of him, just a little bit, at the first real bit of comfort that he’s experienced in who knows how long.

“We need to eat, Eiffel,” Minkowski’s voice is muffled from where she’s pressed up against him, “That’s what I wanted to say. No emergency yet.”

Phew. That’s good to hear.

“Yeah, well, eating can wait a minute. I think we both need this.”

Minkowski apparently doesn’t agree, as she starts half-heartedly trying to wriggle out of his hold.

“No! You are going to stay here and accept this comfort!” He squeezes her a little more tightly around her sides, playfully trying to keep her in place when he hears a quiet little yelp and Minkowski still in his hold.

“Uhhhhh, Commander? What was that?”

“Nothing, Eiffel. Now if you would just let me go so we can get some food.”

She trails off but still doesn’t move, so Eiffel is not aborting Mission Make Minkowski Smile that he just concocted right there on the spot.

He starts gently poking at her torso, quick little jabs around her sides and up her ribs that have her giggling much faster than he thought she would.

Maybe she needed this as much as he did.

“Eiffehehehel! This is insubordinahahahation!”

He can’t help but scoff at that, “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do, throw me in the brig with Doctor Evil? Face it, commander, you gotta put up with me for the sake of all our lives!”

She’s still giggling, and even Eiffel has to admit that it’s pretty adorable. She is significantly less intimidating like this.

“As your commahahanding officer, I ohohohorder you to cut it ohohohout!” She still hasn’t tried to pull away, but Eiffel decides to have a little mercy and just wraps his arms back around her, wriggling fingers not included.

They stay like that for a few more moments before Minkowski finally pulls away, straightening back up and cutting him a stern look.

“Alright. You’ve had your fun but we really should get some food into our systems before the alarms start going off again.”

She starts pushing towards the kitchen before tossing over her shoulder, “And I’d watch your back, Officer Eiffel. I won’t let this go unpunished.”

But he catches the curve of a smile as Minkowski turns a corner and vanishes, which makes any retribution she could have in store for him worth it. They can get through this.

[yourmomsmedium]

babies, it’s been real. you gotta work hard, and strive to do your best. but if you wanna carry on, you need to find balance. to take responsibility you need to know when you have to ask for help, and be careful with what you’ve built. there’s a lot of options and you may feel like nothing is working out and there’s no end to these problems and situations piling up. it’s time to make some decisions and let go of stuff that doesn’t work. but it’s not time of reckless action. you should work hard for what you know you can do, and for the rest - let go. now is the time to meditate, to pause, to let yourself breathe and relax. you should force decisions and outcomes in areas where that doesn’t feel right. it’s like on one hand you can’t avoid this and try to escape it but on another you can’t force it either. and it’s hard, I know. you might be feeling cornered and trapped. you might be falling into victimisation. but that feeling of not having agency in your life, that’s exactly what’s leading you to feel this way. you’re not tapping into your personal power, recognising you have it, and you can use it. if you surrender your power to something else, blaming negative outcomes on it, or thinking that your life is dependent on one thing or another, you’re taking it away from yourself. you’re giving away your responsibility to change your life. so don’t make decisions when your judgement is unclear, but don’t avoid making them when you know it’s real. don’t be impulsive right now, just observe, make small steps, and go with it. all these traps, you created and submitted to them. be cautious of your finances, dependencies, ways of binding and giving. don’t give more than you have. your sources of generosity can be corrupted, rooted in egocentric and selfish notions rather than in love and selflessness.

I KNOW THIS KIND OF SUCKS AND ITS NOT THE CLEAREST THING IN THE WORLD. but it’s all happening because you need to face these nuances, you need to see what’s up with you, how you’re fucking yourself and others over without even trying, thinking someone is wronging you, but news flash, it’s been you all along. these unfair power dynamics are rooted in our society and it’s not your fault. but as a responsible adult rather than the traumatised child you used to be, you have the power to change this. it takes a whole village to shift the frequency.

all of this is rooted in scarcity mindset. looking at what you don’t have rather than what you don’t have. you have the power to change this, but these topics of grief, loss, sadness - it’s all human. you’re on your way of understanding that this will never end, it’s a part of human condition. but you can change the way you identify with these, how you let yourself feel, how you choose to act when these topics play a bigger part in your life. I know you lost a lot, I know it’s been hard. but it’s in your hands to look at what you have left and feel gratitude for it, rather than grieving everything that’s left you. you need to make space for better things to come. I love you. you’re loved, your held. this too shall pass. and you’ll come out much better and stronger on the other side, so thankful all this bullshit is behind you and you’ve finally faced what’s been weighing on you.

ALSO MAMAS THESE ARE MINOR ARCANAS SO EXPECT THINGS TO SHIFT VERY SOON! it’s gonna be dope I promise, we just need to deal with our own bullshit.

IF ANYONE IS HAVING A HARD TIME HANDLING THIS SHIFT, ASK ME, MESSAGE ME, I’M HERE BABIES!

[oatmealdaydreams]

this is our birthday, so why are we weeping? / at your side, I feel like a ghost

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Pairing: Ford Pines & Stan Pines, gen

Warnings: Homelessness, Medical Procedures, Blood, Bruises, Injury, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Toxic Masculinity, Allusions to Grief

Summary: During the ten years of separation, the older Pines twins regard their birthday with the wariness of a grieving brother. Stan tries not to cry over a stolen muffin alone in his car. Ford tries to ignore it altogether, aside from the late night whisper of wishing his brother a happy birthday. After all, ghosts like to stick to what they’ve lost.

Notes: Title is from the song, Evelyn Evelyn by Evelyn Evelyn. This fic is inspired by that song, so enjoy the angst!

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June fifteenth is one of Stan’s least favorite days outta the whole damn hellish year. It doesn’t help that it’s his and Ford’s birthday. 

He shoulda grabbed those extra rolls of gauze from the convenience store when he had the chance. Stan regrets not taking more than a handful of medical supplies. All he could carry was a few basics: a pack of bandaids, a roll or two of gauze, a few alcohol pads, and this crappy pair of trauma shears. He doesn’t have a proper first-aid kit, so he shoves the extra shit into his glove compartment. That dingy thing takes Stan slamming it to properly close all the way. He grunts as thudding it shut pulls on his side wound. Struggling to pull his shirt over his head entirely, he settles for keeping that side of it up so he can see the damage. 

His jacket covers his lap, dotted with dried specks of blood from when he got jumped. Far as injuries go, this one ain’t that bad compared to what he’s used to dealin’ with. He rests one arm on the shoulder of the driver’s seat, peering down at the injury in an awkward position. He has to twist a little, and it makes the wound throb and thrum just underneath his skin. Speaking of which, yellow and green bruise his side. There are scrapes that shed a layer of skin in dirty white lines. Blood seeps from cuts buried in the mess of it all, though it’s hardly bleedin’ now. It could be a lot worse. Stan’s surprised it isn’t worse. Musta hit a pot of luck with this one, huh?

He takes an alcohol pad from the pile of supplies on his jacket, ripping it open with his teeth. Spitting out the wrapper, he takes the pad and wipes it across the wound to clean it. He hisses through gritted teeth as he does so, forcing himself to get it over with. After it’s been cleaned enough to Stan’s liking, he tosses the pad onto the trash-littered floor of his car. Next is putting some gauze on it…ah, fuck . He got the fuckin’ rolls and not the pads . Of course, he fuckin’ did. Why would Stanley Pines ever do something besides fuck up? There goes his damn pot of luck. Stupid Stan, did he really think it’d be easy ? Christ alive. 

Moses, I really am an idiot, ain’t I? he chides himself, the vague voice of his Pa echoing in the back of his mind. 

Okay, fine, he can deal with this. There’s worse situations he’s gotten his ass outta. This is fine. It’s fine . He just needs ta figure out grabbin’ the roll and gettin’ a hold of the strip of gauze. Maybe he can makeshift a little thin pad outta some of it? Then wrap it? Can’t use too much though, he’s gotta make it last a long while. It’s not like he can just go and buy more. That ain’t in the cards, y’know. 

Huffing annoyance at himself, he tries to grab the end of the gauze. It takes a few minutes—okay, more than a few minutes, what, with usin’ one hand and the awkward position he’s gotta be in to do this shit by himself. When he finally manages to get a damn hold on it and makeshift a half-shitty square pad, trying to hold it in one place and wrap it at the same time one-handed is another challenge in itself. Stan growls as he keeps fumbling with the pad, with the stupid roll of gauze because his dumb little brain couldn’t remember to grab gauze pads when he was runnin’ outta that nowheresville store on the side of the road. He’d managed to speed his ass outta that parking lot—not a real parking lot, it had, like, three parking spaces altogether—and slam on the gas to get as far away as he could. Couldn’t risk gettin’ caught up with cops or else he might’ve had ta play possum on command. Which he can do, by the way. With all the near death experiences and escaping the grasps of car trunks and firearms, he’s had plenty of practice being dead without actually dying. 

Point is this: he yanks what he can off that damn roll before he can drop it, ripping it with his teeth as soon as it’s wrapped ‘round him at least once. He pants, pulling down his shirt and shoving the rest of his limited medical supplies into the glove compartment. Another thud of slamming it closed, Stan grunting as it pulls at his injury again, and he finally leans back against his seat. The car’s locked. Well, mostly , the driver’s seat doesn’t lock anymore after being yanked on for so long. Which, hey, that ain’t great, considering that’s where Stan is, but whatcha gonna do? Ain’t like he can fix it. He…he doesn’t know how. He should probably learn soon, though. Another disappointment of his, he supposes. 

His Pa’s gruff taunts linger in his ears, and he shakes his head to push them away. 

Stan presses his forehead against the cool glass of his window, peering up at the night sky. It’s a pretty clear night out here, in the middle of nowhere, on the side of the road. No one else is out here, either. Stan hasn’t heard nor seen a passing car in almost five hours. It’s an absolute desert wilderness out in Arizona, almost a wasteland out here on Interstate 93. He passed the exit for Bagdad a while ago. He’d been tempted to stop in Congress, but that would’ve been less distance from the place he robbed, so he couldn’t exactly stall there an’ all. So, yeah, ain’t no one out here near the mining towns in this blazin’ state. Stan wishes his air conditioning unit worked, but again, it ain’t like he knows how to fix it. Always makin’ problems but never knowin’ how ta fix ‘em when they count for something, huh? Classic Stan Pines, he’d say. Knuckleheaded dumbass. 

There’s a stale muffin he nabbed that sits on his dashboard. 

Stan can see the stars from the window. So many dotted, twinkling lights that gleam with colors beyond his reach. If Ford were here, he’d point out all the constellations. Stan never paid much attention to astronomy, but he picked up a few things from when Sixer would yap about ‘em. He looks to the sky but fails to spot Gemini. You can’t see it during the summer months in Arizona. Something feeds into an empty pit in his chest at that realization. It’s June, he’s pretty sure. You’d think you could see any of the constellations at any time of the year, but nah, ‘parently not. 

He can see the Northern star. What did Ford call it, Pores? Uh…Polaris? Yeah, that’s probably right. It’s one of the brightest. He can see it from his dingy little car in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere, gleaming like a handy guide in the northwestern direction. At least, what Stan thinks is Northwest. He’d have to spot the moon to be sure. Y’know, rises in the east and sets in the west, that shit. 

The drifter takes his head away from the window. Too much of a reminder of his brother, lookin’ wistful at the stars. He tries pushing Ford outta his head. His gaze lands on the stale muffin. It’s gonna crumble everywhere. Not that he’s one for cleanliness, considering the state of his car, but it’s gonna get everywhere . Maybe he should move his jacket off his lap first. He’s gotta keep it close still, keep it an eye on it. Can’t risk having it taken or nothing, y’know. He could set it on the shoulder of his seat. Yeah, that works. 

As Stan does that, managing to pull at his wound again because he keeps moving that arm of his body, there’s an idle wonder if it really is June fifteenth. His last motel was a week ago, and it’d been around the eighth, so…most likely the fifteenth. It’s hard to tell out on the streets. Birthdays get lost in the running, chasing, fighting for another few minutes to live. Maybe a part of why he’s determined to remember this birthday is because it’s Ford’s. 

And his, he guesses. 

After moving his prized torn-up jacket, he grabs the muffin with gentle hands. Something catches in his throat as he does. It’s just a simple thing. Banana, he thinks, he doesn’t remember what he stole flavor-wise. He hopes it’s not pumpkin or something, that shit tastes awful if ya don’t do it right. Most people don’t do it right. Most pumpkin-flavored muffins are total crap. 

Ford likes the crappy pumpkin muffins. 

Stan tries to swallow around this stupid fucking lump that’s appeared in his throat, but it doesn’t work that well. What’s wrong with him? It’s just a damn muffin! It’s not even a fresh one, either. It’s stale, boring, probably a shitty flavor. It’s food. He isn’t gonna cry over something so fuckin’ simple like this. He just…no, he’s not . The muffin’s not worth it. He’s not worth it. Imagine what Pa would say about him crying like that. 

Man up, boy, echoes in his mind, and he has to push it away before he winces. 

Okay, maybe don’t imagine what his old man would say about that. That ain’t something he wants ta think about right now. Something else, something else, turn back to the stale shitty muffin. He should eat it anyway. No telling when his last meal was , hell, or when his next meal will be. He’s gotta just eat it. Yeah…just eat the muffin. 

He stares. 

Why can’t he bring himself to eat it yet?

Stan swallows again. He tries to blink the tears gathering in his eyes away. Turn that sadness into anger. Anger is useful. Anger keeps you alive. Anger keeps ya goin’ when ya don’t wanna go no more. The anger hardly even sparks before the sadness hones itself in the empty pit in his chest. The pit widens, threatening to swallow him whole. It’s a black hole where his bleeding heart beats. It steals the breath from his lungs slowly, a boa constrictor takin’ its time to entrap its victim. Stan is a mouse, a rat, a fleeing possum. He’s the skunk that pushes people away with its stink. He’s a rapid junkyard dog, biting and snarling because all he knows is anger and anger protects him. Anger helps him survive. 

There’s a numbing silence, air in his ears as the only ambience. He takes a bite into the shitty muffin, chewing around the tears that glide down his face. He doesn’t feel them. He hardly feels anything, absentmindedly eating what he has in his hands. 

Happy birthday, Stanley , he imagines Ford’s voice saying, his Ma repeating. Happy birthday!

It makes him almost gasp and choke on his food, a quiet cry slipping from his lips. He shoves as much muffin in his mouth as he possibly can to muffle it. He ignores the fact that he’s crying over a muffin. 

Stanley Pines is a ghost in the shadow of a scientist. Ghosts cry alone in their car on birthdays. Ghosts muffle themselves so they can’t bother anyone with their weak little whimpers and sobs. Ghosts watch from afar as life moves on without them. 

Stan wonders if Ford can see Polaris, too. 

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If Fiddleford ever asked why Ford stayed up in the late hours of night, he’d blame it on poor study habits. It’s not a lie, though Ford doesn’t plan on telling his roommate about his birthday.

They have midterms in about a week. Midterms at Backupsmore are… interesting , to say the least. Fiddleford likes to regale him about last year’s, which a majority of were held in a barn. A barn, that’s fifteen miles from the actual university, in the middle of nowhere. Stanford hopes that this year’s are held in the actual school because he does not think he could focus properly surrounded by hay and cow pie. Fiddleford could, he will admire. By the sound of it, Fiddleford has taken and passed midterms surrounded by unusual testing areas. 

To be fair, he did grow up on a farm. What was it, a hog farm? His roommate likes to go on and on about the kind of chores he did growing up. During the holidays, during school weeks, his family made him get up at the crack of dawn no matter the time of year! Even on his birthday. 

Birthdays. 

Ah, yes, right. The reason Ford is even up this late. 

He sighs quietly as he rubs a hand over his face. His glasses skewer as he does so. His desk light hums, yellowish light illuminating his desk. Pens, pencils, notebooks, loose-leaf paper—it’s all scattered across the surface. He’d been studying for his advanced physics course earlier. It’d been right around the time Fiddleford finally decided to turn in for the night. As far as his friend knows, he’s still studying among a warzone of red ink and annoyingly bright highlighters. Textbooks lay open to pages of tiny print and pen-written annotations. Ford, hunched over his desk in his creaky chair, looks every bit the studious insomniac. His fluffy, wavy hair is disheveled from the lack of sleep. Eyebags weigh his eyes down, dark, beginning to look more like eyeshadow than human skin. There’s a tense line in his shoulders that’s usually there when he’s thinking. 

He’s not thinking about his courses or the incoming midterms.

June fifteenth. 

The end of summer. 

His birthday. 

Stanley’s birthday.

He weaves a six-fingered hand through his hair as he thinks. Ford hadn’t told Fiddleford it was his birthday. If he did, there’d be questions. Why he didn’t like to celebrate it, why didn’t he like telling people about his birthday, what could possibly be so bad about your own little celebration of life, and on and on and on . Fiddleford, despite being a vengeful mechanic genius at times, is a caring person. Perhaps it’s the southern hospitality drilled into his very soul from his earlier days, but he’s kind. He would want to celebrate Ford’s birthday. He’d want to know why Ford didn’t . He’s…Stanford huffs a small smile as the thought of Fiddleford’s expressive face comes into view. He’s a friend, and if anyone would try to get Ford out of a gloomy mood, it’s him. They’re close, despite knowing each other for hardly more than a year or so. The scientist and the engineer. The mechanic and the cryptozoologist. The ambitious anomaly from the east coast and the kind-hearted kid from the south. 

Yeah, he can imagine his friend poking and prodding until he got an answer. Well, unless it hit some sort of sore spot. Which it would , and then Fiddleford would back off, and then there’d be this tense air in the room that they’d both ignore until it threatened to strangle them like wringing out a towel that’s soaked in liquid awkwardness and regret. 

Ford shakes his head lightly. It’s too late for this. His brain is starting to engage in flowery prose instead of logic-based thought. 

It’s dark out. Their dorm window is left open, blinds up. Moonlight spills into the room like a waterfall of silvery wisps. If Ford glances outside, he would see the twinkling dots of stars and constellations. He doesn’t. He stares at the scattered remains of a sleep-deprived scholar, unseeing. If Stanley were here, he’d probably flick him upside the head and tell him to go to bed. ‘Can’t have my brother falling over,’ he’d say, ‘If we’re gonna go sailin’ one day, you gotta learn how ta sleep right!’ The reminder of past dreams and the thought of the ocean opens a gaping maw in his chest. It’s an empty, consuming thing. It’s like a black hole that threatens to swallow him whole. He can almost feel the ghost of someone else feeling the same. A twin instinct that drives them to cry in a car. Twin black holes, brothers in destruction. 

Ford tries his best to shove away the notion of brothers , ignoring the sensation of a ghost that stands beside him. While spirits and such might be real—who’s to say—he knows there is no literal ghost near him. Maybe in the university’s basement. Hell, the auditorium in the Performing Arts building has an entire legend about it. Some poor girl risking herself for a sister who betrays her for her own hubris and ambitions. 

Something prickles his heart, figuratively. The Pines family doesn’t have a history of heart problems. There’s not literally a stabbing pain, but it feels like the ghost of it. It’s like the silvery wisps of the moon, light, hardly there, still as noticeable as the starry sky as long as you pay attention . 

What is Stanley doing on their birthday? It’ll be midnight soon. Their birthday will be over soon. Ford will move on and pretend there isn’t some missing piece from the puzzle of his soul. Twin hearts don’t beat the same when they’re estranged, do they? Do twin souls still know each other by energy alone after over a year of separation? Do twin brains remember the idea of each other after so long of not knowing who one another is? 

Moses , he’s getting all philosophical. It’s too late for this. Or too early, depending on which you prefer to call it. 

He’s not going to get upset over the lack of a brother who ruined his chances at a good college. He messed with his future. He messed with something important to him! He…no, Ford isn’t going to give him anymore thought. What he is going to do is shut off his lamp, put his classwork away, and go to bed. He needs to wake up early for class tomorrow. 

He’s going to turn off the lamp and pack up. 

He’s going to turn off the damn lamp …

Ford stares. 

Why can’t he just let the dead stay dead? Why must there be a ghost plaguing his mind? It’s not like he even got a muffin or a sugary treat for this stupid day! It’s not worth celebrating. He’s one year older, that’s it. Making it more than just him aging would be admitting he misses someone. He doesn’t miss him. The ghost needs to go away. 

The ghost doesn’t leave. 

Ford shoves down a groan, not wanting to wake his roommate. He can’t focus like this. He needs to focus on his night routine. If he falls asleep at his desk again, the crick in his neck will just make him feel worse. 

Something pricks his eyes, and he does not let anything fall. He will not cry. Crying won’t help anything. It’s just a waste of time that he could be using to be useful . Ford tilts his head up to glance towards the texture ceiling, hand moving from his hair to the back of his neck. He has to make sure he gets ahead of his class. He has to be above everyone else. If he isn’t the genius of the family, then who is he? Pa likes him because he could bring him great fortune from his intellect. Pa…he said Ford impressed him, once. A few times. He has to make his Pa proud. If he can’t make his Pa proud, then…

A dufflebag thrown harshly at a lost, scared teen boy. He looks up at Ford, but Ford cannot bear the sight of such a distressed boy. The last thing he sees before he shuts the blinds is a crying young man. The last thing he hears before the sound of a car starting is his Pa’s gruff voice spitting threats. He remembers a heart aching in his chest as the El Diablo sped off into the night. 

He has to make his Pa proud. There’s no telling what he’d do if he didn’t. If Pa could drop Stanley so easily, then what’s stopping him from doing the same to Ford ? 

No. Stanley brought on to himself, didn't he? He broke his machine. He valued his stupid childish dream over his brother’s! Stanley betrayed him. Pa agrees. What doesn’t make money doesn’t matter in his Pa’s eyes. Stanford has to matter in his eyes. He has to. What else could he do, reach out to Stanley? 

Ford nearly slams his head onto his desk as he chides himself. 

He isn’t going to cry over a ghost. His eyes are dry by now, anyway. It doesn’t matter that the emptiness in his chest widens. It doesn’t matter that he feels an indescribable loneliness like he’s lost a limb or half his soul. It doesn’t matter. What the fuck would he even say to Stanley if he tried? Hi, it’s me, the brother whose life you ruined over a year ago, how are you? Stanley’s probably fine. He has the social skills and charm to figure it all out. He bets he has business ventures on his mind and not the brother he used to share a dream with. 

What does it fucking matter where Stan is? He’s got the car. He’s resourceful. He’s Stan . He can charm his way out of trouble if he needs to. 

Ford braces himself for the ghost to plunge a stake through his heart. It doesn’t. It just sets a gentle hand on his shoulder. Why would a ghost be kind to a success-sucking vampire?

Fuck it , he thinks as the image of them as kids on the beach comes to mind. 

He sits up in his desk chair, setting a hand on top of the ghost’s. 

“Happy birthday, Stanley,” he mumbles, barely a whisper above the twinkling stars in the sky. “Happy birthday to us.”

He doesn’t cry. The gaping pit in his chest doesn’t go away. In the almost-midnight strangeness, a lack of feeling replaces the sadness and bitter hurt. Ford holds on to the memory of the little kid who protected him from bullies. He pushes away the lingering grief of the teen who ruined his future. He ignores the stake in his heart of an adult brother that he may never know. Ford stands up from his desk, turning off his lamp. He slowly and meticulously organized his belongings into the correct places. He changes into the shorts he likes to wear to bed. A dazed walk to his mattress. The sound of springs is ambience in his ears as he lays down to sleep. 

Ford glances outside his dorm window, spotting the bright Polaris in the inky sky. 

Before he closes his eyes to slumber, his last sparing thought is hoping Stanley can see it too.

Taglist: @lost-in-thought-20 @thegoldenduckie @not-sure-what-im-feeling

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM BATMAN *  assorted dialogue from the 1989 film

i want you to do me a favor.

i know who you are.

can you pass the salt?

why is it every time i come for you, somebody always gets in the way.

who do you trust?

are we gonna try to love each other?

i thought i was a pisces!

i like you a lot.

you know what they say?

that wasn't easy to get over, and don't think that i didn't try.

he stole my balloons!

i'm sorry, this is my cab.

i've gotta go to work.

perhaps you could try telling them the truth.

i love that tie.

listen, i was here first!

pardon me, but that's not a denial.

nice outfit!

if you gotta go, go with a smile.

i'm only laughing on the outside.

shall we dance?

what? what are you talking about?

it's an important job.

my life is really... complex.

i mean, how childish can you get?

i don't know if it's art, but i like it!

i've been dead once already.

i'm gonna need a minute or two alone.

who the hell are you?

i've recently had a tragedy in my life.

i have no wish to fill my few remaining years grieving for the loss of old friends.

they say he drinks blood.

oh, you're a visionary.

they don't make them like they used to.

you idiot! you made me!

i don't seem to be on the guest list.

you wanna get nuts? come on. let's get nuts.

i always ask that of my prey.

you killed my parents.

they're not bad people.

i thought champagne would be in order.

what are you?

will you marry me?

you look fine.

maybe we can cut a deal.

they love you a lot.

i'm not going to kill you.

i say... you're full of shit.

i'm not a bit surprised.

come on, you gruesome son of a bitch!

i just like the sound of it.

what are you laughing at?

take your camera.

i'm glad you're dead.

what do you want?

oh thank god you're alive.

hey, let's beat it.

we'll just shake hands and that'll be it.

grab it. whatever you do, don't let go.

right now, shut up.

feel free to drop in.

i'm going to kill you!

i don't like it up here.

oh, i got a live one here!

as you can see, i'm a lot happier.

now that's good work!

you know why they're so odd?

will you buy me lunch?

i didn't ask.

i like them already.

i couldn't find my socks without them.

you wouldn't hit a guy with glasses on, would you?

if you could see inside, i'm really crying.

you must be joking.

nobody wants a war.

you can quote me on that.

i've got to get you to the church on time.

if anyone else calls you beast, i'll rip their lungs out.

where does he get those wonderful toys?

don't kill me! don't kill me!

how do you know?

is that what you heard?

well, i'm in trouble now.

i love a good party.

let's broaden our minds.

what a dick.

i'd say we break into the place, trash the office, and make off with the records and say it was industrial espionage.

i make art until someone dies.

this house and all this stuff really doesn't seem like you at all.

honey, you'll never believe what happened to me today.

wait 'til they get a load of me.

can we get somebody else to do this?

what if we say no?

you say such beautiful things.

the pen is truly mightier than the sword.

some people say the same thing about you.

i mean, let's face it. you're not exactly normal, are you?

do i look like i'm joking?

you must be insane.

i'm reading your stuff.

i'm no picasso, but do you like it?

so what brings you here?

life's been good to me.

stop the press! who is that?

shut up and listen!

don't flatter yourself.

haven't you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?

i want you to tell all your friends about me.

it's time to retire!

brought you a little snack.

[mooodyblue]

What do you think elvis would do for his girlfriend who lost a parent?

For example, if she stopped eating and drinking water and when he would offer her something, she says she doesn't want anything, etc.

I lost my dad, and I've been dealing with depression and grief, I've lost weight from it because I've been eating less and not wanting to leave my bed.

And I really need some elvis comfort, I wish he was here to take care of me because I just feel so heartbroken 🖤

If you could make a drabble or headcanon of something like this, it would help me feel a little bit better.

Thank you ❤️

so sorry for your loss! hope this comforts you a little bit 💞

elvis presley h.cs | comforting you through the loss of a parent

cw: parent loss.

-> masterlist

elvis knows exactly what it's like to lose a parent, he knows it's something you never truly get over.

when you first break the news to him, he softens up and doesn't say a word, just taking you in for a huge hug.

he lets you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need to. rubs your back gently and never lets you go

after awhile, he notices how closed off you started to get and how low your energy levels had suddenly dropped and it just breaks his heart.

he knows there's not much he can do to take away the pain of losing a parent, but if he can give you any sort of relief to it—he will definitely do so.

if you're unable to get out of bed, he'll join you.

if he notices you haven't had any water lately, he tries to get you to sit up and take a few sips.

"that's it, just a few sips–there we go. i'm so proud of you, baby. i know that was hard."

he does that multiple times during the day if he has to

when it comes to getting you to eat, he tries to not push you too much—but he wants you to try.

"just a few bites. you ain't gotta eat it all, honey. just a few bites."

he will literally do anything to get you to eat, even if you refuse it.

praises you for just getting up out of bed, always saying how proud he was of you and that he knows that your parent is proud of you too.

"i know you're hurtin' baby, but i don't think they'd want you mopin' around all day. i know it's hard, lil', i know."

he'll offer to help wash your hair or anything else you need done.

lets you cry as much as you need to. loves hearing stories about your parent or loved one, always listening well

he knows you're trying your best. he wants you to grieve as long as you need to, but he also tries to coax you out of bed little by little.

but he will always curl up in bed just holding you, especially when you need it the most.

[dearest-painter]

So I'm making White Diamond! Reader being shatter kinda like Rose Quartz.

So, White Diamond! Reader wasn't really shattered, and her pearl was a part of it all, so when they managed to get their pearl to reform, they wouldn't say a thing under their diamonds' last order.

When their pearl couldn't keep it a secret anymore, they had to show Yandere! Noir and Miguel, what really happened the day, White Diamond! Reader was "shattered"

( It would kinda be like when steven was taken, though Pearl's memories )

( Could this be a oneshot? The story I had written above could be an idea of it )

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive behavior, abusive relationship, I can’t get over the gif it’s just so funny to see, Reader was thought to be dead but they alive!, reader pulled a rose quartz, White Diamond being BLINDING AS FUCK in the gif, tell me if I gotta add more

Summary:It was the only way to have freedom..to fake your death. You wish you told your lovers yet you didn’t have time to do it as it happened so quickly. Pearl promised not to tell a soul but she is forced to tell the truth despite trying not to.

Miguel and Noir looked at Pearl who was now unpoofed who looked a bit sadden but concerned, Noir just rested his head back in his arms still not over your death. “What is it pearl?” “Y/N…Y/N isn’t dead..” Miguel looked away from the work he’d been drowning himself in and Noir immediately snapped his head towards Pearl. No one spoke for a while as the two grieving boyfriends were surprised while Pearl waited. “You…..you aren’t pulling a sick joke are you?” Pearl shook her head and brought up a recording.

It showed you. “Is it working Pearl?” “Yes My Diamond, it is working” “Oh good! Well uh I guess I should say what I’m recording this. I am going to change forms or try to just do I don’t deal with the Diamond order and live a peaceful-ish life. To whoever sees this, this is all going to be new to me and it’s a 50/50 chance I don’t make it or I do. Noir and Miguel, if you see this…I love you. I love you both so much, I would’ve told you sooner but I kept feeling suffocated that I needed it to be done soon. I’m sorry for all the worry and grief that I’ll make you have to do, I know I should’ve told you just so you felt some peace but I didn’t and I understand if you do not forgive me. I love you Miguel. I love you Noir”

In the video Pearl was smiling softly as you backed away and nodded then went into your diamond form..beautiful ad ever in each way. “Are you sure my diamond? No backing out now” “of course Pearl…let’s do it” pearl sighed in the video then it happened all to quickly for them to understand but to only see..YOU in a different form. You and Pearl started laughing and hugging. “WE DID IT! HAHAHA!” Your laugh..it was so angelic.

Then it ended. Miguel didn’t realize he was crying until Noir hugged him. Pearl just wanted them to know it wasn’t their fault as you never did die.

[daedalusdavinci]

Superbat Fic Recs

every superbat fic ive ever read has been recommended to me, almost, bc the superbat tag scares the absolute piss out of me, so these are like. twice over recommended. i dont believe that theres such a thing as "in character" when it comes to bruce or clark bc theyve been characterized so many different ways, so i tend to rate how good superbat fics are entirely by how delightful they are to read (plot, writing style, fun dynamic, etc). that said here are some of the superbat fics that i find the most delightful

The Long Hangover

by CoffioCake

Clark knows he should take a break: His powers are on the fritz, he feels like shit, and Batman’s treating him like a liability. But Gotham's villains seem to have it in for Metropolis' Big Blue Boy Scout and Clark won't just wait around for answers. Batman might be the world’s greatest detective, but Clark Kent is one of the Daily Planet’s most tenacious reporters. This is definitely a job for Superman.

i love this one. its long but its got so many good beats- good plot, fun dialogue, fantastic levels of identity porn where you are just DYING for them to figure it out. i think a lot of superbat fics tend to prioritize batman and his family and cast too much, but this ones definitely about superman, which is a nice change of pace

Nor The Rain

by Romany (@romanyeva on tumblr)

Bruce decides it's time.

this ones short but its cute and so sweet. its been a while since i read it, but i remember loving the writing

Rescue and Recover

by OdosBucket

The bats have spent the better part of the past two months in captivity, and Clark is grateful to finally have them back, even if it will still be some time before any of them are recovered from the experience.

this one drove me CRAZY the first time i read it. i was so obsessed w the absolutely married dynamic bruce and clark have in this, and its good if you really like batfam whump

certain obscure things

by @liodain

Bruce seeks to mend in the wake of Superman's death. Fortunately, Superman doesn't believe in staying dead. Unfortunately, Bruce isn't certain how to deal with this—especially with how easily Clark slots into his life. All he knows is that an encounter with the Enchantress is definitely not the way to go.

im not a synderverse fan but it remains that some of the best and most fun superbat fics to read are synderverse. love what the girlies are doing with those old men. this one is really fun, particularly in how it handles bruces grief and what its like to grieve someone who isnt gone

fame is the bait (and the switch is your desolate smile)

by nowrunalong (@buffyfemslash on tumblr)

"Superman,” Wayne says emphatically. "Now there’s an interesting guy. The concept of wealth probably doesn’t even register to an alien who could throw a whole skyscraper into the sea if he was in a snit.” It’s almost hilariously ironic that Wayne is saying this here, in Clark’s place of employment, where Clark works ten-hour shifts to earn enough tip money to pay rent on a one-bedroom apartment. “He’s gotta live somewhere,” Clark points out. Or: Clark meets Bruce, and then Superman meets Bruce Wayne. Neither is entirely fooled.

speaking of synderverse. this ones also a lot of fun! its a lot of bruce being antagonistic in the beginning and clark being a total golden retriever, which is pretty on beat for the enemies to lovers type dynamic that i always see in synderverse fics.

I'm Not As Think As You Drunk I Am

by Mardiaz173

It was like living in the Twilight Zone. Everyone else believed fervently in Bruce Wayne’s reputation. He was a flirty, stupid, and entitled drunk whose only redeeming quality was his bleeding heart. And yet every time Clark spoke with Wayne, the man was clever, mischievous, and sober with an indecipherable ulterior motive. And no one believed Clark. Not Lois, not his parents, not even Batman.

bruce is such a ridiculous ass in this and its kind of hilarious. identity porn galore. its a fun read!

Send to All

by kerosceene

I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”). - the bats have a sex pollen release form. because of course they do.

this ones really more batfamily and i just. listen. i think this is the funniest fic ever written, maybe. it makes me sob every single time. im not going to say anything else but you should just read it and trust me

[sunnysidesunshine]

8/10/23: The Arrival and Adventures of Gegg

Slimecicle Recap:

I’m crying for Gegg ;^; he's so silly and no one wants him around!

What started off as a silly Slimecicle stream ended off on a really heartfelt moment of Gegg talking to Bobby, and actually making a connection with him. The scene gave insight into Bobby's thought process and behaviors.

I only saw Bobby through q!Jaiden's eyes before, so now seeing his adventures outside of that makes me love getting to know him even more. I gotta say he was a pretty troubled kid in life. Happy and loved, yes, but spoiled by a platonic father and mother who praised him endlessly. He often acted violently towards others to loving support from q!Jaiden and q!Roier (not that they are bad parents; they were some of the better pairs, but perhaps were too supportive of their little Bobby). It got to a point where he would consistently act out in search of approval until violence was just the norm. He was always nice to q!Jaiden, but with just q!Roier he got fairly violent, probably from the type of adventures the two would go on day-to-day. His parents would refer to him as a “Mama's Boy.” 

Bobby's actions include:

•threatening to kill anything that moved

•burning things

•tasering and shooting people (his parents as well as eggs and other islanders)

•frequently getting into fights

It was a common greeting from Bobby to be punched or tasered (what a wild little guy).

But, Bobby did care about people! Just, kinda in his own angry way?

He was angry, yes, but we see a moment where he lets some of that anger go once he thought about how q!Charlie (q!Slimecicle) felt after Tilin’s death. Gegg explained how terrible it must’ve been for q!Charlie to live with his guilt. There was an incident where he accidentally killed the egg he was watching over, Tilín, who was not only his daughter’s best friend, but his niece as well. Then, when leaving to go into exile to ensure he wouldn't hurt anyone else and saying goodbye to his daughter, Juanaflipa, she would die soon after. Gegg and Bobby would hangout atop a hill by q!Roier's house and talk for a bit before parting ways. The last sign Gegg was going to post originally said, 

"I really hope you make it", but he would change his words and write just, “Gegg”, not wanting to give away his real identity or maybe feeling his words were not appropriate. Part of me wishes he had said it. Maybe Bobby would've taken those words to heart the next few days after…

Bobby would die while exploring a dungeon with q!Roier on a notably laggy day on the server, ending his 2nd and final life.

BTW, Gegg is q!Charlie. It's uh… a bit of backstory.

So, he turned himself into an egg to be loved as one and also grieve for his daughter, Juanaflipa, who recently died. It started as a scheme between him and another player, q!Quackity. They devised using this “egg costume” to get close to players and steal from them, but as soon as Gegg was introduced, Charlie would forget he wasn't actually an egg and is continuing to live as Gegg while saying he is still in exile. It turned into a story of a father’s grief and the coping mechanisms he turns to to deal with the pain and…

I am

so invested in this Egg Minecraft series.

I used to not understand SMPs, there was once a time where friends and I made fun of DSMP fans for liking the silly minecraft rp…

But, oh man, I get it now:

This series is really cool and I'm so here for the story and characters and overall silliness that happens.

[karimwillia]

Our Little Secret 🤫

“See baby you're my little secret If you don't tell, I won't tell And that's how we gotta keep it”

Warnings: Teen Content AU

“Sooooo what about him!” Viv points at one of the guys from the school newspaper. “Mmmm no I’m good he is not my type. Besides his name is Peter I think there is no way I’m going out with a Peter.” Viv rolls her eyes and scoffs. “MJ you are too picky there is no way you are going solo to homecoming for Senior Year!” Viv continues to scan the room until.

Eww she’s back?” Viv looks toward the cafeteria doors. “Who are you talking about Viv?” MJ follows her line of sight seeing Shuri Ukadu for the first time in months. “Ooop what a difference time makes. She looks good.” MJ looks down at the last girl in the group. Ri was not paying her any mind.

“No she does not. Are you blind? She’s still that ugly weirdo from freshman year.” Viv gives a disgusted growl. “Viv grow up…” MJ was cut off by Riri sighing.

“Why are you two even talking? I have a headache. It’s childish that you are people watching for dates anyway.” Rihanna Williams finally has had enough of her friends bickering. Pulling her head up from the table she is stunned. MJ was not lying, Shuri looked better than good. “Mmm ok” Ri tries her best to keep a neutral expression as she watches Shuri’s movements from the cheer table.

“See MJ Ri agrees.” Viv whines trying to prove her point. “Shut up Viv no she does not you just mad cause that’s Bae and you’re not.” Riri tunes them out, in all honestly Viv is being petty because of Ri and Shuri’s “friendship”. It’s been months since Shuri, who everyone calls AZ but only Rihanna knows why, has been seen on campus.

Despite that fact the pair spoke almost everyday in some form. Laying eyes on her, that was…different. Ri continued to watch her carefully.

“Shuri it is so good to have you back. I can only imagine how hard it’s been after losing your brother. I want to let you know your school community is here for you.” Shuri and the principal walk the corridor to the cafeteria. “Thank you Mr. Dunn my family and I have had to do so much to get to this point. Everything happened so fast. We miss him, but his final wish was I finish my senior year here.”

During Junior year AZ found her older brother T’Challa in the restroom throwing up. After rushing him to the hospital they found stage 5 cancer in his stomach. The battle was short but fought hard. He passed peacefully once his cancer became untreatable. He was laid to rest in their home land of Wakanda about 6 months ago. Shuri and Romanda stayed home to grieve. In that time life has changed dramatically for the Udaku family and Ri for that matter.

Walking through the door of the cafeteria she spots her homeboys Miles and Xavier. “Now Shuri we know your love of art and science are…” “Mr Dunn thank you again I will meet up with some friends now if that is ok.” Shuri cuts her principle off, wanting desperately to just see her boys. “Oh…ok well enjoy your lunch.” With a pat to the shoulder Mr Dunn walks off.

Greeting her boys she could not believe she was back. “Yo AZ! Wassup.” Miles greets her first with a hug. “AZ when did you touchdown?” Xavi shoots her a question as she settles down to chat. That’s when it happens she turns and their gazes lock. It takes her breath away.

There she was Rihanna Williams looking amazing. AZ has to play cool but she continues to glance over. How is it possible for Ri to look that different in 6 months? Or is it just her missing Ri?

Dapping up Xavi attempting to act normal she will deal with saying hello to Ri later. “AZ what is up yo! How have you been? How was it back home? The food, the places, the girls give us the rundown.” Xavi’s expression was priceless.

“Home was just what I needed. The food was bussin, the places were all exciting and you know I can’t answer that last one, Xavi.” Miles pops Xavi in the arm. “Right Brodie you know AZ’s girl is here.” He points behind him with his thumb at the cheer table. With a laugh Shuri calms the table.“Both of you need to chill. I loved home but it was time to get back. This is my year.”

Shuri and Riri’s eyes have met several times across the room and each time it’s like time stops. Soon a text comes in on her phone.

*buzz*The Princess❣️✨:Come Here.

“AZ we gone have a ball this year it’s senior homecom…” Xavi was talking so fast when Shuri tapped his shoulder he almost dropped his words. “Yo I am ready for it all but, I have to check y’all later.” Confused, Xavi looks at her defeated, but Miles was hip. “Alright AZ we see you. We all know Dr. Clement is ready to catch up with you.” Shuri shoots Miles a thanks and she heads for the door.

Shuri glances back one last time and Rihanna is already at the far end doors. Swiftly making an exit she text’s back.

*text*The Kween 🖤⚡️:Be there in 5.

Swiftly she heads for the older unused part of the building. Shuri grins ear to ear.

Their relationship is complicated to say the least. Rihanna Robin Williams head cheerleader and everyone’s sweetheart is not only popular but smart. Genius level smart that she tends to hide it. She only shows some of her talent to keep her grades up but not to it’s full so she keeps popularity. A shallow reality of high school. Freshman year was so great for her she made the cheer squad and gained so many “friends”. But one in particular stood out. What she didn’t bank on was falling in love with that one who stood out.

Shuri Azari Udaku the social outkast genius who if it was not high school she would be considered cool. She was a transfer from Africa, Wakanda to be more specific. As a freshman she was teased relentlessly. It was for her looks mostly but when the school sweetheart came into her life nothing else mattered. They bonded right away. The only thing is she never anticipated falling in love with her. She also never thought it would have to be a secretive relationship.

Opening the door to the dark art room no longer being used, Shuri drops her bag on the floor and locks the door behind her.

“Azari, this is a pleasant surprise. When was I going to be told you are back?”

“It was late Robin and you know it’s not like I can just call you up, after 10pm it’s a rule. Plus you sleep so light I didn’t want to wake you.”

Riri rolls her eyes at the silly rule. This town is a little “conservative” , to put it mildly. Ri’s step Pops plays right into the hype to a degree.

“You look good.” Riri moves closer, racking her eyes over the taller’s appearance up close. Her hair was now cut to a low fade, ears are pierced with studs and cuffs of gold. She has a gold grill on her bottom teeth. She’s in a blazer with slim cut trousers. It’s the school uniform with a flare.

“You look better.” Ri has her hair braided in a shorter style with two buns on the end. She has on a fitted uniform that follows her curves just enough. Her ears are pierced with small heart hoops and one cuff of gold. Her makeup is a natural beat that brings out her eyes in a way that they sparkle.

Shuri wraps her in a close hug with both hands around the small of her back. She is held there as they talk.

“Did you miss me or are frontin’ with one of your fans again?”

“I would never they are too needy. What about you was I missed?”

“So the Princess was able to avoid questions about her love life for 6 months. I’m impressed.”

“Gary just guessed I was focusing on studies. I told him losing a classmate was hard for me.”

“You and my brother were close so I am thankful that worked. Also I was away to grieve no one came to mind but you. So yes you were more than missed.

Ri places her hand on Shuri’s face.

“I wore white the day you told me to.” With a kiss to the inside of her palm Ri closed her eyes.

“Thank you nkosazana. That means a lot to me and Mother.” The girls have craved this intimate touch for months.

“How is she doing AZ?”

Riri rarely calls Shuri by the nickname she helped to spread during their Sophomore year. It was a part of Ri’s plan to stop the teasing. It worked but the root of the name comes from Azari. So Ri normally calls her by her full middle name not AZ. Shuri peaks her eyes at her before she speaks.

“Mother is doing better than expected. But I’ll be glad to tell her that you are doing ok. It will ease her mind. With her being home she wonders about you.”

Shuri’s family is forever grateful to Riri for befriending Shuri and for making their girl so happy. In fact it was T’Challa who pointed out that the relationship between Ri and AZ may grow to be more to his Mother. During the early times the girls genuinely didn’t know what was in store for them.

When it inevitably turned from friends, to best friends, to lovebirds they embraced the girls with open arms. They had boundaries but Riri would spend almost all her free time at Shuri’s over the years. This made her relationship with Romanda strong. As far as Ri was concerned Romanda is her Mother more so then her own.

Riri and Shuri have moved to the old couch that is stored in the art room. Comfortably lounging in Shuri’s lap the two continue to catch up. “Send her my love. Let her know I miss her. Also thank her for all the recipes. My sister loves her stewed chicken and plantain.” Riri laces her fingers in Shuri’s smiling small reminiscing about times she would be over to the Udaku home cooking and laughing. They would even cuddle family style to watch movies. The memory warms her heart.

“Is she the only one you have love for?” Riri turns over to face Shuri laying on her chest. Snapping her out of her thoughts.

“What kind of statement is that to make?” AZ is smirking as she lowers her hands to Riri’s behind. Ri’s blood is runner hotter under the familiar touch.

“I mean it has been months since you’ve said it. We all know I need reassurance. One can get bored in that time.” Ri leans placing kisses to Shuri’s neck causing her pulse to quicken under Ri’s lips. Ri also bites there ever so softly to not leave a mark. The taller girl hums out a moan.

“Don’t you ever question me on that again. Azari. I love you more than you even know.” With a smile Shuri felt proud having gotten the reaction she wanted. She bends her neck some to steal a kiss on the waiting lips below her. Riri smiles as their lips are pressed against one another. Thinking of how to make this moment last, Ri mumbles.

“Come to my place tonight. I sleep much better with you there.” Moving a few inches away to speak more clearly, Shuri is confused. “Umntwana I never will question you on loving me, but may I pose this question. How do you suggest that happens? Your parents would not prefer me to be at their home.”

The reality is that’s true. Sneaking around is a necessary evil. Not only is the school uptight about “same sex” relationships. Rihanna’s parents have this thing about her image. So while they claim they are not homophobic, they think Shuri may not be the right “type” to hang with too long. Someone may get the “wrong impression.” This is why over the months they could only speak on the phone seldomly and their text conversations had to be neutral. They have some encrypted apps but it was too much of a hassle.

It is honestly backwards how her parents think. They had no problems until Shuri cut her hair. That was close to a year ago when T’Challa first got sick. AZ wanted to wear an undercut with a curly top similar to that of her brother. This started them making small comments here and there which Riri resented. She would stand up for Shuri. So they took certain privileges away because of her “attitude.” No phone calls after 10pm with anyone. No house guests unless it was a group and the most outrageous one is no going to dances with another girl. Not even a friend date. That rule came after she went with AZ to Junior homecoming and the rumor was all a buzz.

Little did Riri know her parents had a “conversation” with Romanda around that same time about keeping Shuri away from Rihanna. They didn’t want folks to think that Riri is gay. If only they knew they had been girlfriends close to 8 months by that point.

Riri pouts knowing Shuri will do whatever she wants because of it. “Not that house, the new one.” With a chuckle Shuri nods “You mean my place with my Oomakazi.” Ri smirks, “Yep.” She grins, kissing Shuri again but a little deeper. Sitting up she straddles AZ wanting to be closer and runs her fingers over the low cut. AZ has a firm grip on Ri’s body; her strong hands seem to be all over the place at once. After kissing until the need of air is required they pull back.

“Anywhere I am is yours too is what you’re saying?” AZ says smoothly. “Duh Baby. With you is the only place that feels like home.” Opening her eyes, Shuri looks at the sincerity in Riri’s face. She means it. “We just need a story for your folks.” Shuri smiles small soaking in the image of the girl in front of her. “I’ll make MJ cover me. She knows how miserable I have been without you.” “Ok well I have your location, leave your car there I can pick you up and I’ll drop you back in the am.”

Lunch is now over but they both don’t have any afternoon classes so they stay cuddled on the couch for an hour longer.

*text* Big Ri ❣️:MJ do me a favor and come to art.

*text* Mich the Donn❄️: 🤔 Art huh? I’ll be there in 10min.

*text* Big Ri❣️:😇 thank you.

In less than 10 min MJ knocks before she reaches for the key above the door. Letting herself in she locks it back and walks to the couch. Plopping down on the other end she is not phased by the couple cuddled up.

“Well aren’t you two just as sweet. Wassup AZ?” MJ greets the pair in a nonchalant manner. “MJ it’s good to see you and nothing much just here with your best friend.” MJ has a faint smile when looking at them. “Yea the Princess missed you, something awful. Been moody and all.” They poke fun at Riri’s expense but it’s true.

Ri was a mess those first few weeks. Crying non stop, never wanting to come out of her room. She had to put up a front for her parents so she would go to cheer and school “happy.” But everyday was hard. Ri’s Aunt Sharon even got concerned. She would text Riri everyday checking on her. Even pulled her out of school for “lunch breaks” and made the principal vow to not tell.

MJ was also right by her side at school and over the summer. She helped her navigate everything. Ri’s parents would not have taken kindly to what was really wrong. So more hiding had to happen.

MJ is cool with AZ so they would talk during that time. AZ wanted updates on how Riri REALLY was. Eventually Ri would just be honest with AZ but it took a few times of being called out.

“How many days is she staying at my place this time?” MJ finds humor in being aware of what is going on. “That is up to the Princess. But the normal I’ll get her tonight and drop her in the am.” Ri rolls her eyes as they talk like she is not even there. “You two love this don’t you? I am in the room you know.” This causes them to erupt into laughter. Riri is now pouting again. AZ kisses the poked out lip.

“Mm siyaxolisa Baby. But me and MJ could not help it.” MJ interjects “Right I’m sorry girl that’s just how our convos would sound. So old habits.” MJ grinned playfully. Ri kept a straight face.

“Ok ok I know that face. Question? Did you two sell your app yet?” The subject change was drastic but it made sense. The only people in the school who are this close to the couple are MJ, Miles and sometimes Xavi. They are true friends and think it’s so dope these two love each other and relate the way they do. They help them keep things low.

The last convo MJ had with them was about an app idea they were coding together. It is a new AI code that could be placed on different communication devices. Functions of the AI include but are not limited to monitoring the users vitals, being able to do advanced commands per request and actively learn the users habits. Back home in Shuri’s country they use these bracelets instead of cellphones called kimoyo beads. They programmed the AI into the bracelet and the test was a success.

When she went home Shuri held a meeting with the government’s design group and pitched the idea. The group immediately accepted the concept and allowed both Rihanna and Shuri to stay on as consultants for all upgrades to the AI. The contract is worth Millions.

“In a way, my government has retained the AI code to be used on all communication devices and Kimoyo Beads.” Shuri answers. “Wait so you mean that thing now has y’all’s app on it.” MJ points to Shuri's set of beads on her wrist. Riri shakes her head yes and commands Griot to wake up. “Griot please play on speaker AZ’s top played song of the week.” “At once Princess.” Cupid by 112 starts playing in the room. It’s kind of their song. “Y’all are sick.” MJ quips. “Griot please pause music.” “At once AZ.”

“That’s amazing I can’t believe you pulled it off the super genesises.” Looking at the time on her beads AZ got up. Riri whined as she was moved off of AZ’s lap. “Thanks MJ but it’s dismissal soon. I am going to cut out to not make it obvious. Go home and pack. I'll see you later on.” AZ is cupping Ri’s face and kisses her pouting lips one more time. Making it to the exit.

Ri throws her body over and lays on MJ’s leg. “Friend you are down bad. You are going to have to marry her soon as you turn 18.” Ri blushes and laughs at the statement but sometimes the thought crosses her mind. To be honest all kinds of thoughts cross her mind of what the future holds for them.

“That’s 6 months away MJ and this sneaking is getting old. It was fun at first but I don’t know. I want to have her walk me to first period and all the corny high school sweetheart stuff. Is that too much to ask.” Ri holds her hands on her face. MJ listens to her friend rant. “It’s only too much to ask for HERE. Otherwise no it’s not I’m sorry friend.” MJ holds her head.

“This place is so trash. Everyone is the same narrow minded hippocrates. The adults and the students. Like did you see Viv today? She was pissing me off. What is her issue?” MJ instantly gets mad.

“Same I get that she likes you and all but today was too much.” Riri looks then sits up frustrated. She laughs right after.

“MJ you are a fool. That girl does not like me like that, at least I hope not. She’s not my type and she’s way too “it girlish” . She has one more time to say something about my Baby or I’m putting her in her place.”

“Woah woah don’t hurt nobody killa. You know I’m just talking mess. But she does have an odd obsession like she wants to be you or something.” MJ looks at Riri with a pointed look. “Idk I just need her to know how overprotective I am of that one.” MJ hops up and pulls Ri up next. “Most people know how overprotective you are. Just keep doing what you've been doing. Keep the enemy closest.” MJ throws her arm over Riri’s shoulders and walks them out the art room.

The bell is ringing as they head out of the school. Almost like bad magic Viv is close behind them. “Oh my god! Where were you guys? The weirdo came into free gym and you all left me hanging.” Ri and MJ both roll their eyes at the dramatic tone.

Viv is an interesting person. She and Riri have been frenemies for years. So naturally that makes her loathe Shuri because of how close they are and she was one of the many who took the teasing too far. Ri literally lets her be around to keep an eye on her but today she’s working her patience.

Ri narrows her eyes and tenses up. As they continue to walk. “She came in looking more like a little boy than normal. So cocky like she’s not the same nerd from freshman year.” It was almost like Viv could not help herself. “Viv need I remind you to stop talking down on AZ. She just lost her brother and you are just being a shitty child about her being back at school.” MJ joins in on the read.

“It’s almost like you are obsessed with the girl. The way you are watching her and just trying to convince us how bad she is. Something is not right with that.” Viv looks as if she is going to throw up. “I am not being a child!” A smug smile plays on Riri’s face. Viv deserves this. “Well then what do you call the insulting and petty comments for no reason. It’s not like she has done anything to you. So what is the problem you have with her Viviannn?” Viv scoffs and storms off. She didn’t want to admit out loud her issue.

High-fiving the girls are now by the cars and Riri gives MJ a ride to her house. As she is driving, Shuri gives her a call. “Hey Baby you’re on speaker.” Riri is such a sucker her smile is almost permanent now that Shuri is back.

“Ok that's fine. Yo MJ. I just need to know why my wifey’s skin always glows in the sun.” “That’s because of the melanin and Daddy is home so there is that.”

Riri feels a rush, this is what she wants. To love her girlfriend out loud for whoever to hear and see. Within reason of course but the sneaking around is old and tired. “Do you two have any manners?” Miles’ voice boomed on the car phone speaker. Pulling Ri out of her bliss.

“No we do not Miles we can’t help how we show love.” AZ is feeling the same way. She hides only because of the threat by Riri’s parents. Romanda informed her of their “meeting” almost as soon as it happened. But if it were up to her AZ she would shout how much she loves Ri everyday. Shuri loves public displays of affection. Her family is that way. Hugs, kisses, gestures, gifts, holding hands she wants it all. But she finds balance in knowing Riri will not be cut off from her family. While they are not super supportive they are her blood.

“Right brother you know I have been away for months I got to make sure wifey is taken care of in every way.” Shuri smirks devilish as the words ooze from her mouth. They have some talking to do about some MAJOR things considering she will be 18 in 6 months but for now they just want to flirt over the phone. “Ugh you know what I was gone ask could I come chill tonight but I may pass.” MJ huffs playing sick at the couple’s antics. “I was gone say the same MJ but I feel you.” Miles seconds the motion.

“You two hush.” Ri is laughing and so is Shuri. “Daddy, what do you think?” “They can come, my Aunts will be glad to see you all. As a matter of fact. Griot.” “Yes AZ?” “Please add Okoye to this call.” “At once AZ”

The line chimes as they wait on her answer. Okoye is Shuri’s Aunt but is like her oldest sister. Romanda raised Okoye as if she was her own child rather than as a sibling, so their family bond has always been so unique. When word about T’Challa got to Okoye she was in Chicago in less than 24 hours. She dotes on Shuri like no other because of her being so smart and being teased. She is just committed to her family. When it came time for Shuri to make the choice to return to Baxter, Okoye proposed that she be Shuri’s guardian. Romanda agreed with no hesitation.

“Shuriiiii what is it now Usisi.” Okoye's warm tone fills the speakers. “Sista you love me don’t just assume I want something.” Everyone stays quiet but snicker at AZ poking fun at Okoye. “You are correct but I know who you are. Also hello Rihanna it has been too long.” Okoye clocks Ri on the phone.

“Hey Auntie” Riri shouts once her cover is blown. “Ri I hope this means you are coming by the house tonight. We can have your favorite.” Okoye knows Riri well and she smiles being able to hear her voice. The Williams family are one of Okoye’s many enemies. She does not understand how one can place a child as bright and beautiful as Ri in a situation like they have. She has to be miserable all because they don’t see loving another woman as “right”.

Okoye combats that by being in her corner 100% and spoils her a bit. “Ayeee! Yes Auntie I will see you soon. And thank you. I’m thankful someone loves me.” “Yes we will have to catch up nkosazana. You know I love you the most.” AZ huffs. “Ahhh no no we are not doing this tonight. My Princess knows I love her and Auntie I know you love her more but please do not throw it in my face.” The conversation is cut short when Riri pulls up to her family house.

“I will speak with you all soon thanks for the cheer advice.” Sandra Rihanna’s Mother comes to the car as the line hangs up. With a sickeningly pleasant smile like the Stepford wives her Mother greets her. “Daughter, how was your day? Michelle, it's so wonderful to see you.” Ri steps out of her car with MJ not far behind and they enter into the kitchen.

“It was nice Mom. I got a surprise visit from a coach today. She seemed very interested in me joining their team at Brown.” MJ says hi and just listens. This was not a lie but it was not the highlight of her day. “Brown is a good option! But Harvard is our place isn’t it?” Ri shines a coy smile. She honestly could go anywhere, which she wants to go to Howard an HBCU. “Harvard is on the table but I just want to keep my options open. You know that Mother. Is Gary home?” Moving into the home some more, all three ladies are in sync. “He is at a church meeting. He won't be home until the morning. It is a lock in.”

That is perfect. Gary can’t veto her going to “MJ’s”. Ri is now holding a water bottle and MJ is silently observing. “Oh that’s so nice. So I have a question to ask, can I go to MJ’s for the long weekend? The Brown coach wanted to see some clean highlight footage. Since it’s Friday of fall break, I would love to be able to go over there and get some polished footage.” Riri’s poker face was solid. This weekend could NOT be derailed. Her Mother gives a calculated look. “Michelle who will be with you all?” MJ perks up. She didn’t want to have to talk at all. Riri’s Mom gives her the heebie geebies. “My Mom and Brother will be home. He is home from college so he will be in his room the full time.”

Sandra’s ears perk up. She has pushed the idea of MJ’s brother and Riri for about 2 years now. This was going to be a great motivator. Riri was so happy she pinched MJ excitedly. “Oooh ok so Micheal is home?” Ri played things up knowing full well even if he was home Mike is going to be with his girlfriend. Adding a mischievous smile her actual thoughts are of AZ. “Well yes you may go Rihanna and stay all fall break. Don’t worry about your Father, I will make sure he does not get bent out of shape. This is for your future.”

Grinning, Ri hugs her Mom “EEEE thank you thank you. I will be working on the footage most of the week so I’ll show you when I’m home. You are the best.” Riri’s Mom beams. “And tell Mike I said hello.” The comment goes unanswered as the girls sprint upstairs to pack. They lock the door and turn on music to cover the sounds of their conversation. “Michelle Jordan Jones! You genius, adding your brother into the mix. That was the icing on the cake. How did you think of that?” MJ laughed. “Honestly he is home I just told the truth but I did know she loves the idea of y’all making babies. I don’t think I have seen parents more obsessed with having their teenage daughter pregnant than yours.” Riri is looking in the closet for an array of things. She mostly wants to have nice clothes so they can go on dates. She will steal any and everything to lounge in from Shuri. She loves to wear her clothes. Her parents have no idea who they belong to so it’s the one win she has.

“MJ honestly if they could do that or have me marry a guy tomorrow they would so that I don’t “give the wrong impression.” It’s very sad to see how far she will go. I want to bet you something.” MJ looks up as she hears Ri. She takes a glance at the little black dress she has in her hand. “What’s the bet? Side note what is this dress it’s 2ins.” A smirk plays on the short one's face. “I bet she gives me condoms. 20 bucks. And shhh don’t worry about it it goes with this.” Holding up a matching Savage Fenty set. “Oooh girl ok then what are you trying to do? Have you and AZ ever?” A flush comes across her face. “No she wants to wait. We get close and she just holds back. I’m ok with it but sometimes, I have take that cold shower.” MJ smiles and shakes her head. “AZ is a good one yo like it’s no pressure huh? Or are you trying to be a demon?” This make them both giggle

*text* The Kween 🖤⚡️:Two things. One it’s been 2 hours I miss you come on home already!❣️Two Auntie says y’all are doing a spa night tomorrow so bring your robe. (Also bring that other thing I like 😏)

A text comes in from AZ before Ri can answer. Riri stares at her phone. This is new. The convos have to stay tame on the phone because of random checks.

*text* The Princess❣️✨:Hold your horses Please. I’m going to have all your faves. 😈 We’ll be there in 45 mins.

“Ok I definitely can’t be single the rest of this school year.” MJ huffs. “My bad girl, she texted and look at this. I don’t want to be a demon because it would be both our first times but she tests me. I think she wants it to be as special as it can be. So we decided on my 18th.” Once she packs the last thing Riri flops on the bed. MJ looks at her form above. “That sounds so romantic Yo. It’s on brand for who AZ actually is. The soft sweetheart that sings you to sleep on recordings.” Ri breathes out recalling all the sweet gestures she gets from AZ in seacret. AZ also never compromises on being thoughtful. Like the recording of Ri's favorite lullabies/soft songs which help her sleep at night. Or the hand crafted jewelry that AZ makes for her which she wears everyday like her ear cuff and necklace.

“MJ, all of it is great but I wish it could be seen. Like do you know how annoying it is to have boys drooling over me and I can’t even say I’m dating anyone let alone say I have a girlfriend.” Ri is a little saddened now. “Ri you have to just have hold on a little longer. You will be 18 soon and you can do a full photoshoot with Shuri and post it in the school if you want. Now let’s go. I'm trying to have stew chicken and sweet plantain please.” They cut the music and get up to go

*text* The Princess❣️✨:New location from Kimoyo Necklace.

Shuri opens her text alert. It's a bit primitive but for now until the official launch of Griot in 6 months this will have to due. She is going to upgrade Riri to a full set of beads and update her necklace. “Miles let’s go get the girls.”

Miles looks up from the big screen in the small sitting area of AZ’s new room. The house she and Okoye are in is a mansion so they both have master suites. When they came in she cleaned and cleaned the room to be spotless. She changed the bedding to a black and purple cotton silk blend and she went to the target to get all her Love’s fave toiletries, snacks and some random matching pjs. Shuri is a gift giver and likes displays of affection. So their relationship is torture. It burns her to not be able to shower Riri with everything her heart desires even if it's just holding hands as they walk to class. Rihanna never asks for much, but the hiding kills them both. But Shuri CAN NOT allow her to be disowned by her family not before 18. 6 months and counting.

“AZ! Yo where do you drift off too? I said what is your deal for homecoming you riding solo as normal?” Shuri frowned; she knew that Ri would HAVE to have some chucklehead date in order to even leave the house. She may just do like last year and pay a dude off to dress completely mismatched from Ri and take photos. Then hand her off at the school. “I don’t know man it’s in a few weeks I am more set on the end of the year stuff you know.” Miles nods. “I hate that our school is so lame I bet they would not even trip so much if it was not for close minded parents.” Shuri tilted the wheel some to make a turn focused on her GPS. “Man I don’t know but I want to get Riri to 18 and we can do what we want.” AZ points a finger gun in the direction of the sky.

“I hear you man I do cause y’all never even you know have you.” AZ looks over for a brief second as she stops at a rare red light. “Nope not yet I hold back cause I want it to be more special then fumbling around at home. Idk what I envision but it’s not that.” The sincerity in her voice is so sweet. “You are a good one Azari.” They pull up to MJ’s but Shuri screeches to a stop. “Don’t call me that Yo!” Miles laughs as he is hit. “Yo yo I wanted to see if I could pronounce it sheesh. Stop.” Just as they stop horse playing Riri and Michelle come out of the house. Mike, her brother, is with them.

Hopping out of her Lexus truck AZ hugs her Baby with a small kiss to her cheek and then takes her bag. Dapping up Mike they all exchange some hellos. Mike was always a good dude. He was in the class with T’Challa so he looked out for them all as a big bro. “AZ can’t believe they let you back through customs.” With a grin. “You know what, I almost didn’t make it. They flagged me for having too much phone activity from your girl.” The joke made Mike chuckle. Looking down at Riri who is tucked under Shuri’s left arm, Mike clocks her look. “Naw that can’t be true cause if it was you’d be dead.” Tipping his head to Ri AZ kisses her face whispering in her ear. “You never got to worry she white not my thing.” Riri does not stop her and just soaks in the kisses.

“Get a room you two sheesh.” MJ walks past to get in the car. AZ says goodbye to Mike with a promise to link up. Miles hops in the back because the seat literally has Princess embroidered on the headrest in Xhosa. So her seat is secure. They lace their fingers together as the drive commences. “Ok so my Mom knows I’m out and won’t be back she likes you AZ so we good.” AZ nods glancing in the rear view. “Cool at least someone likes me. One is a start.”

Ri is stoic but thinking. Her family being against anything LGBTQ is a huge hurdle for her but young love makes you feel invincible. She could care less if they approved what was the worst they would do. Kick her out? Disown her? That’s all things she does not care about if she can be with Shuri. “Baby Sharon likes you, she thinks you are adorable.” AZ takes Ri’s hand and kisses the back. “I know she likes me and she is so wonderful to you. I know I will meet her soon yes?” “That you do.” The short drive is over and all 4 young people pile out of the car. Like magnets AZ and Ri are holding hands as she walks her into the house.

“The new place is huge Baby what in the world!” AZ smiles. “Yea it’s a lot of square feet to fill. But me and Auntie won’t be here alone. Her besties Ayo and Aneka are coming to stay with us for a while after the hard launch of Griot. Mother will remain home with Nakia. Of course you can be here whenever, however long you want.” Riri loves the sound of that she blushes looking into Shuri’s eyes. Wrapping her arms around the taller girl loosely. “So when I move here in 6 months the invitation is still open?” AZ looks at her and raises her eyebrows. “A closet is already clear for you my Love.” Ri smiles as AZ falls back onto the couch in the living room joining Miles and MJ.

“Ri your Mother and Father would die if you did that.” “Let them I would no longer be in need of them. I will have my own money and a place to be. The countdown is on.” Okoye comes into the room with snacks smiling. “Still so brave, I like it. How are you Princes?” Riri jumps up to hug Okoye, pulling her into a very warm embrace. Riri feels so much love. This is truly her family. “Ahhh I have missed you, the only person I want to see now is Mother.” “Well when you have your passport you will be able to come to Wakanda with us to see her. You will love Wakanda, the landscape and technology will blow your mind. You may even find your wedding destination.” Okoye winks and smiles, letting Riri go and heads back to the kitchen.

This is the second wedding/marriage hint today, if it happens a third time there may be a need for a discussion. Ri sits back down cuddling into AZ’s lap. She wants to stay like this forever. “Princess, you coming to Wakanda will be at the top of our list of things to do. I think Mother would hold you hostage for the first 3 whole days.” Laughter erupts from everyone. “AZ could we come along?” Miles chimes in. “After the launch of our company we could set something up which would allow you and MJ access to travel vias. Wakanda is very strict about who is allowed into the country. Borders were completely closed for all foreign travel until about 15 years ago.” MJ looks and listens with intent. “Our culture is to be very reserved and guarded. Wakanda is a very advanced nation with great resources. Our country never wants for any of them to be exploited.” Okoye adds the reasons for the country's precautions.

“Azari, so how do I have a visa already?” AZ smiles. “Mother petitioned on your behalf for a research visa two years ago. It was granted and now that you are a partner on the Griot you will be able to have full citizenship.” AZ says with pride, Ri blushes in response. “Wait a minute! So the Princess is not only the head cheerleader and super genius she is going to be Wakandan too!? Miles chimed in jokenly. The night went on well and AZ took MJ and Miles home just before 10pm. Ri was alone in the bathroom when her girlfriend returned.

“Baby is that you?” Ri calls out with a smile as she tied her hair up with the silk scarf Shuri left for her in the mirror. “Yes my love I see you found all your items. I got all your favorites.” AZ hugs Ri from behind, kissing her on the neck. Their height difference is so adorable. “I am going to need them because I am staying all week.” AZ’s face lights up, picking Ri up to kiss her on the lips. “You are kidding! How did you get a full week away from the house?” Ri is loving the attention. She answers with a smile. “Well MJ mentioned her brother was home and Mom offered for me to stay the entire week. I jumped at the suggestion. You have no idea how much I have missed you.” Kissing Shuri again Rihanna made the kiss longer with more passion. AZ walked with Riri in her arms to the bed and laid her down as they kept kissing. AZ moved to bite gently at her loved neck being careful to not leave any crazy marks. Ri moans out as she grips onto AZ not wanting to let her go. *kiss* “Ndiyakuthanda nkosazana. ugqibelele” *kiss* The two made out for sometime before AZ needed to take a shower. “Baby you are taking so long.” Shouting from the other room AZ laughed. “Yes but I need to smell good.” Coming out of the bathroom in the matching pjs AZ got into bed on her side and Ri instantly cuddles up into her arms.

“Can I tell you something? I don’t mind your smell unshowered, even a little sweat is fine.” Laughing both girls can’t believe Ri just admitted that. “That is true love sheesh. How did I get so lucky?” Ri traces invisible lines on AZ’s chest as they cuddle. “To be honest I’m the lucky one Azari. I have you and a second family who love me for me not some image. You all are my real life.” AZ was quite a moment Ri sometimes knew exactly how to take her breath away. (It was all the time.) Placing her hand on Ri’s cheek AZ looked her in her eyes and smiled. “This is the life we will live forever with love and freedom. I promise you that Rihanna Robin.” They kiss and soon drift to sleep. Both had not had a peaceful sleep in so long because they needed each other.

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