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finding-the-daylight · 4 years

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Today has been a very stressful day, so guess wtf time it is? Drunk Breaking Dawn Pt. 1. Here is what I soberly remember of the movie (I have not watched it since BD2 came out):

1. There’s a wedding.

2. There’s a honeymoon.

3. There’s swimming in the ocean.

4. There’s an accidental pregnancy.

5. The baby almost kills Bella.

6. The canon incident that we all hate happens.

7. The Volturi evilly laugh.

Same as Eclipse, my drunken narration of the movie will be below the break.

A brief intro statement, I was 100% sober and just beginning to drink at the beginning of the Eclipse post and progressively got more drunk. For BD1, I’m throwing back before I even start watching this shit show.

- I love the effects of the intro. it’s very calming. THe putting away childish things quote is literally a Bible verse. I hate that Stpehen appropriated Quileute culture, Christian culture, and every culture. I know she’s mormon but sitll. THis shit feels real appropriated.

- Idk why rennee is all happy. she never gave a shit before.

- OMG ALICE TEHCING BELLA TO WALK IN HEELS IS THE CUTEST ICRY.

- carlisle carryign the bench is literally the hottest hting i’ve ever seen fck

- lowkey kinda creeprd out because she’s literally sacrificing her humanity to marry this deud she’s known for like a year but everyone other than jacob is super supportive

- damn she’s looking @ this dreamcatcher and it’s making me sad but tbh that shit probably caused half her nightmares because she’s not native so sleep paralysis (if you know you know).

- DAMN EDWAD RELALY JUST ADMITTED HE’S BEEN A VIRGING FOR OVER 100 YEARS WHAT AB RAVE MAN WE STAN

- BUT FOR REAL WHY IS NO ONE FREAKING TF OUT THAT SHE’S LITERALLY BEGGING TO DIE FOR THIUS DUE?

- he just todl her hes killed people and explained it and it didn’t work she’s still down to clown with this vapire emo boi

- HOW HE’S SMILTING @ HR WTF I AM SO ALONEEEE

- i just wama ne im loved amd ne loved in retun plz

- this dream sequence is awful also fck the volturi is til hate that they never overthrew that crabbyass monarchy bullshit they were powerful enough

- i just wanna be like rosalie when i greow up

- charlie knew shit was off when he saw those crapsk

- why the HELL is renen actin liks she cares? bitch go the fuck back home

- jessica is the only one with any damn common sense in this whole series talking about they’re too fucking young for this shitt bitch true and itm akes sene now why she was the valedictioajrn

- SLEEPING AT LAST IS THT GROUP IDK IF YALL HAVE HEARD ANY OF HTEIR OTHER STUFF BUT THEY’RE AMAIZNG AND I USED TO CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP # THAT SHIT

- damn id’ be fuckign panicking too your lfie is over hoe

- stpeheen sto pwiht your racist ass smiling its offensive

- CHARLIE FUCKING DEWEVRE BETTER SOMEONE LOVE HIM PLEASR

- this wedding is gorgoeus though i live for hte fuckj g aestiec

- OH MY GORD THE PROM SONGGGGGGGG FCK ME RIGHT IN THE EMO

- IT JUST HIT ME WHN THEY WRE LOOKI @ EACH OTHERS EYES THIS BTCH REALLY MARYING AN UNDRSF VAMPIRE HOE this shit is horryighn why was i not scare?

- carlisle is the love of y life

- sth is a lil ray of sunishen

- i just reaized howd fucked it is that sue and chalrie are starng to catch feelz ut sue knows his daughter is funckugn off with a unded vamp emo iboi

- OMG I FCUKING HATE STEPHENE RACIST ASS I LEGIT MADE AP OST EARLIER SYAING LAURENT WANTED TO DO THE RIGHT THING ANDWOUVLEBE BEND A VEGETATIAN BITCH AND IRENEA CONFIRMED FCK THIS SHIT IM OUT ANG ANGRY

- charlie is gget ing drunk as hell my spiritn animel

- jesica is smart and beautiful she needs t os stop being jealous and petty know ya wotht girlie you got itl

- I SWEAR WHEN IGET MARRIED OSMEDAY IF ANYONE GIVES A SPEECH LIKE THIS I WILL PERSONALLY DRAGT HER ASS OUT.

- edwar lves her so much fck im all alone\

- how haoph hacob is when they hig i hate canonn they were best friends fc,

- jacob stay the fck outta her sex life she;s been wanting this for ad dman year fkc steohe let them jsut befriend

- steh is so swert but e is a chidl fck the is reacist plot bulshit

- CHARLIE DESEVRD BETTR FCK THIS PLOT FOR REAL I HAE CANON

- bela looks os ad she knows it’s goodbye but edward’s family is all smiling because they have her now hwat fthe ckc

- jac0bs cryng my heart brke

- i love bineg dunk

- the scene isn rio is my faorite isn any of the movies eveyrhting looks warm and happy

- this bich can drive ab oat too damn he can just fod evryhin cant he

- CARLISLE BOUGHT A WHOEL DAMN ISALND FOR HIS WIFE AND I CANT ECVE GET A TEXT BACK?

- deis this honeymon scene make anuone else unconmfy becuae same

- marying a vampire would be horrying af but also hot af and good af becuase htye oculd love so much and protect you from everythign fck 1-/10 woukd efeel safe

- bwll gaving a panic attakc ism e anyt tinme i try talking to an attractive man

- slepeign at last fckign ti up agin bit ch theis m yshit

- when he said it was the best night i cred

- tstoehe added the chess game like this shit is a hoje but i would love to play chess on my honemodn idk how uut i want a man to each me but not mansplin

- WHY THE FUCJ AR THEY SO CTE ON THIS AMN HONEYMOON?

- i know i sadn it was horryig but i want a hotass vamp emo boi husband plas

- damn jacob is being too emo she aint really gonan be ded for ever youll see her agianb itch

- ‘CULLENS ARE NOT A DNAGER TO THE TOWN OR TRUBE” BITCH IB EG TO FUCKIN DIFFER THIS SHIT BIOLOGICAL WARDARE RACIST ASS STPEHEN WRITING THIS FUCKING BULLTSIT

- ‘NONE OF THEM BELONG TO THEMSEVLES ANYGMROE” - SOMEONE SAID IT BITCH THSI SHIT IS FUCKRE IP

- i fucking hates these vamp racist bitches but i want a nonracist va,p husband bitch thus hot afck

- how tf does she not know shes rpegr yet eatin this weid ass shit?

- THESE FKERS BEEN AROUND FOR CENTURIES TLAKING BOU IDK IF ITS VEEN POSSIBEL BTICH YU SHOULD FUCKUGN KNO BY NOW

- ROVERT SPOEAKIN G PORTGUEVE IS SO KING ATRACTIV

- poor bella her life chaned so uqick and she[s soc scared fck dcnaon

- POOR CHARLIE I HATE THIS HE DESERVES TO BE LOVED AND TURTH TOLD

- ROSALEI IS THE EST

- “YOU LOOK TERRBLE’ THIS IS THE FRIENDHSOP WE WANT WHYT THE FCK DOES FOPSTHE RUIN EALL THIS SHIT

- CARLISE IS FUNCIGJ HOT

- LIRALY BITCH I JUST WNAT A PURE FIRENDHSIP WUTH JACOB AND BELLA ITS WHAT THEY DESERVE FJC CAON

- this montage is turopy a f when youre drunk waht the helc por jake thugh

- im sorry but i;n laughign my ass off at these fuckugn wolf vocie overs lmaoooo this shit hilarious

- SETH HAS SUCH A PURE HEART WHTY TF DID SPTEHEH RUIB HUS FUCJING CHILDHOOD BULTHIST

- WHY IS EVEYRIJE BSUCG AFUCKUGN BUTCG TO LEAH???? SHE DESEVRED THE FUCKING WORLD STPEHEN IS A RACISHT BITCHHHHHH

- calisbe is fos unicngn hot

- i just reaized robert is like the best fuckugn actor like this diolaguge is wha k as fuck btu he’s acitng all emo boi oscar worhty shti

- they realy had her fuckin drink blodo i hate cannjnonnn

- ifelel the same as kaje watchign this

- but carlisle’s prety face made it all fuckig hetter

- FUCKRT HIS SHTI CHARLIE DESERVED BETTER HE’S THE BEST DAD FCK CANO NFUCK STEPRHNE

- okay ut id is cute as fkc whe nedward hears the baby

- esme and calrisle wilougn to risk their lives for bella i cryi

- fkc i really do hate cnaon because jake is acting liek an adult now and trying to do the honrble thig bue he should be a hpaoy chidl

- resnemsien is a ficking ridjcils name and we all fuckj nnew

- i ahte this part i’n bot even wathcing this shit rgros me rout

- WHY THDID FUCK DID THIS BITCH HAVE A FUKCUNG SYRINGE OG VENOM LAYING AORUND? HOE!?!?!

- literlaiy fuick the dynamics of this whole moty hfknfucjg storyline plot bitch

- LEAH AND STHE DESERVERD BETTER

- SO DID JACOB

- SO DID ALL THE WOLFPAKC STPEHEN IS A RACIST AS SHOE

- aw hell here the fucks we hgo with theu ickgn im************** bulshit i ghate cnaojn canon can suck ad ick

- YES BILLY DEFEND YOUR CHIDL

- rosalie is literally perfect when cnai b ehr

- im real glad im drunk rin now because ioculd nto sit throguh this shit sober

- imp&******* is the worst plotline fkc]

- bit iamgiben falling alseo lookin gsick and waking up fhot as uck goals

- this sogn making me cry literlalu imcruing ims o alone lmao

- rheye really ended htoe move wirh red eyws lmaoooo

- hodl the fick up a damn minute stpeehebn producre htis cufkcng shit?

- now heres the hoes iv’ve been waiting on burnt the monarch fuckwits i hate thes epompis fuckers

- OVERTURBR THESE FUCKSERS THEY HAVE TIOO MUCH POWR

CARLISR COULD FUCKING D OI T I HATE CNAON BRING THE VAMPIRE DECONOARCY

- OOHG BRUNNO MARS BRINGNG THE FUCKING SIMPSSHOES ANTHM I NEEDLOVE IT

#Twilight #Twilight renaissance #Breaking Dawn #Breaking Dawn Part One #Breaking Dawn review #simp ass hoes #simp ass hoes fandom #we hate canon #WE HATE CANON HERE

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evangclines-blog1 · 5 years

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what if we ...... pretended this was a good intro ..... aha just kidding ..... unless ? i was just gonna link to all my stuff but ... ur girl wrote a lot and i don’t wanna be cruel and force u all to read everything JDBWBDJBWJ so here we go !! <3

( VENUS, PARK SOOYOUNG, CIS FEMALE, SHE /HER ) guess what, EVANGELINE RHEE has just landed in cannes with their private jet. they are a TWENTY-TWO year old socialite, who spends much of their time & money UPDATING THEIR SKINCARE ROUTINE. i think their family is in the ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY and their net worth is around 10B USD.

first things first ... i’m gonna drop some links in case u want to read everything i wrote at 6 am the day the submit closed bc im stoopid like that <3

here u can find her full bio, stats, extended stats, and hcs ! the hcs are definitely the most fun to read so i recommend going to that page hehe

into the summary we go !

BACKSTORY: suicide mention tw

eva’s dad is a movie producer and her mom was the beautiful woman he met at a train station <3 her parents had a very whirlwind romance, very love at first sight, very passionate and intense type of relationship literally everything you see in hollywood ? they had that ! they got married after only a year of knowing each other and had eva soon after

thats when things got not-so-picturesque /: after having eva, her mom entered a pretty dark depression. eva’s dad ( who had been aware of his wife’s mental health and even warned by her family against doing anything crazy like getting married and having a whole baby so fast ) was kinda in denial about everything. eva’s mom still had her good days, but the bad days were really bad & when eva was only two years old her mom had an accident & passed away

so while eva’s dad was grieving, he sent little eva to new york city to go live with her grandma !! eva adored her grandmother more than anyone else. she was a retired jazz singer, and a lot of what they did together was sit around and listen to old records <3 eva lived with her until she was five years old & that’s pretty much the only childhood she can remember since her mom died when she was so young !!

when her dad brings eva back to france, he’s doing a lot better. he’s back to producing movies and throwing parties and being a part of society again ( things he had stopped while he was grieving for his wife ) and he even found his own form of “medicine” which was simply the company of beautiful women ! most of them were young actresses he met through his work, all of them were gorgeous, and they all adored little eva <3

eva adored them right back ! they taught her stuff she imagined all mother’s teach their daughters: how to dress well, how to smell nice, how to get people’s attention, what makeup to wear, how to do your hair, how to speak so everyone hangs on to your every word, etc. she was still a little girl but she was absorbing all these lessons like a sponge, & it’s a big part of why she’s so obsessed with her own femininity and why she’s got this mindset about being beautiful inside & out in order to feel balanced.

none of the women her dad brought home were ever at her house for more than a week. her father, who had been a notorious bachelor before eva’s mother, seemed incapable of falling in love again. that was his first and maybe only lesson to eva, which was how to break hearts, which is something else she absorbed & carried with her as she grew up

as eva grew up, she kinda became obsessed with trying to imagine what her mom had been like. no one in her family liked to talk about her, especially not her dad, but she knew she looked just like her and she was kinda always trying to fill in the blanks. but then one christmas her dad let it slip that her mom’s death hadn’t been an accident at all, that it had been on purpose. that was kind of the turning point for eva & she just kind of....stopped trying to re imagine her mom after that just kinda wanting to let her rest /:

she also went through a phase of doing stuff just because she could. she’d flirt with people’s boyfriends, she’d make strangers fall in love with her, she’d date people just to break up with them suddenly, etc. she kind of realized just how much she could get away with, but more than that, just how far people would go when they fell in love. she was obsessed with that, but also kind of jealous of those people just because she’d never felt that kind of soul shattering love for someone before and she really does want to </3 while she’s never been in love before, and while she does get bored of lovers easily, she still feels a type of attachment that is sometimes so strong she’s not willing to let the other person go even if she’s being selfish by hanging onto people she can’t get serious abt /: thats just life sometimes......whore rights !

FUN FACTS , PERSONALITY, AND TIDBITS: whore antics tw

goes by eva, never evangeline. her grandma has always called her angel, and so that nickname has also carried over naturally

libra sun AND moon babey ! read abt it here

wears euphoria makeup to do groceries

moved from paris to new york city for college to attend columbia university. double majored in english literature and business management.

created what she called the “manhattan group” in reference to the bloomsbury group, which was a group of associated english writers, intellectuals, philosophers and artists in the first half of the 20th century ( that included writers like virginia woolf ) duringher freshman year. although meetings were supposed to be about discussing literature, it mostly became a place to drink warming champagne, flirt, and gossip. eva hosted the events & meetings off campus inside her loft. the manhattan group only lasted her freshman year though, as rumors of all the underage drinking and “cult-like behavior” persuaded her to drop it. that, and the fact that more than one member had fallen in love with her and things were getting quite tense.

she never carries a lighter because she likes the way more than one person will offer her one if she asks for a light <3

it’s a famous rumor that eva once spilled her drink on her chanel mini-dress at a charity gala and stripped down to her lingerie in front of everyone. it would have stayed a rumor if it wasn’t for the instagram story that went up of her only her underwear.

she has a house phone in her nyc loft that only a select few people ( minus the strangers she’s given the number to while drunk ) know the number

has a three year old black cat named june that she brought with ehr to cannes <3

is the proud owner of a black maserati despite being an infamous bad driver. no one in their right mind, especially not her friends, would ever trust eva to drive.

it’s rumored she once snuck onto the yacht of a ceo to a fortune 500 company, only for him to find her in nothing but a bath towel eating chocolates while flipping through his playboy magazines, and that he was so taken with her instead of pressing charges he decided to name the boat after eva.

once spent a whole day walking around paris in a cheap pink wig and calling herself yvette. nobody could figure out why. eva often pulls stunts like this on a whim.

believes 2 is an unlucky number and is very superstitious about it, as that is the year her mother died. fully believes her twenties are cursed and is actually looking forward to the day she turns 30 just to escape the 2′s.

leonardo dicaprio once made a pass at her during the after party of a movie premiere she was attending.

during full moons, eva always has sex with the windows open. even if it’s winter, a window will be cracked open. this is one of her many personal superstitions.

has a collection of old love letters, mixtapes, and presents past suitors and secret admirers have gifted her. while she cannot remember the origin of quite a few of the objects in her collection, she is attached to them still.

owns a replica of the famous cross necklace filled with cocaine that kathryn had in cruel intentions.

literally i basically just copied most of my hcs page im a clown i cant do summaries...

ok so personality wise ? shes a flirt. a whore, if u will. yes thats a personality trait now. literally if ur breathing shes flirting doesnt matter who u are doesnt matter if ur married if u have 10 kids doesnt matter like she will flirt....does not know how to open her mouth without flirting

big on aesthetics /: believes everyone should get manicures like if ur cuticles are showing shes gonna gag . get help <3

not good at being held accountable for her actions. she’s not really the type to be malicious on purpose, but since she really does play with ppls feelings a lot it’s inevitable she’s gonna hurt someone but if u bring it up shes just gonna be like .. me ? at fault ? u must have the wrong girl i’m angel ...

likes 2 play games JSBDWBDJW clearly....matters of the heart are her fave kind but she also likes doing kinda ridiculous stuff for fun just to see how ppl are gonna react, also likes to do stuff just bc she knows she can usually get away with it

loves skin care like she will be ur dermatologist ( self appointed ) she will gift u a moisturizer she will get everyone to do facemasks with her u cannot escape it ...

has trouble being alone but won’t admit it / doesn’t even really realize it ??? like it is... very rare u will ever find her sleeping alone or spending a whole day in just her own company

not shy.....at all like JBSJDWBJDW she could use some shame but she has zero unfortunately

despite being a whore....she is a HUGE romantic like whew she is obsessed with old love songs & is always playing them on her record player she loves to slow dance <3 she often gives ppl her fave poems ( usually poems abt sex ), she loves getting roses, loves kissing ppl on the cheek when she’s wearing lipstick, & she likes to leave ppl voicemails like ... shes really living like she is the main chara of a romance movie and everyone else is extra #5 most of the time...

idk what else to say im sure shes gonna evolve once we start rping bc that always happens to me but....for now.....this is the end ! *cue feel special by twice*

#opulentintro #╰ ♡ . 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒔𝒔 ── ooc ! ┘#me: ok im gonna summarize !#me: literally just rewrites everything just to have it turn out just as long...#CLOWN !!! IM A CLOWN !!!!!

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madamebaggio · 5 years

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“Shouldn’t we be trying to be friends, Majesty?”

Susan gave him a flat look. “I’m certain that isn’t exactly what we are supposed to be trying here.”

“I rather be friends.” Arthur said, putting his feet on the table. “I don’t want to sleep with one eye open, fearing my beautiful wife might stab me in the middle of the night.”

If Susan was the type of woman who snorted, she’d be doing this right now. However, Queens did not snort. “I am not about to kill my husband.” She glanced at him. “No matter how much he annoys me.”

“Careful with the flirting, darling.” Arthur called. “We have to resist until after we are married, and I’m an impressionable young man.”

Susan rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why I waste my time trying to have a mature conversation with you.” She finally lost some of her patience, and -therefore -some of ehr restrain.

“There she is.” Arthur grinned. “I was wondering how much more you could take, before you finally said exactly what you think.”

“I beg your pardon?” She was astonished.

“You don’t like me, you don’t want to do this.” Arthur told her, completely uncaring. “You’re doing this because you’re all about duty, but you hate it.”

She lifted her chin. “I will do whatever is necessary for Narnia.”

“That’s admirable.” He conceded. “But I don’t want marry a woman that sees me as another obligation.”

“Don’t tell me you’re calling the wedding off!”

“No. I’ll just make you fall in love with me.”

This time Susan didn’t even try to hide it. She just exploded in peals of laughter. “Good luck with that.”

#madame baggio #CrossOver #Crossover Pairings #king arthur legend of the sword #The Chronicles of Narnia #susan pevensie #Arthur Pendragon #Susan Pevensie x Arthur Pendragon #susan pevensie crossovers

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heavenlyexiled · 5 years

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britt’s long ass cheesy thank you post.

200 FOLLOWERS! ! ! !

it’s been a wild couple of years to get this far. and i’m just, so grateful to have you all here. i know i post a lot ooc and it’s kinda spamming the dash most of the time, i apologize for that. i try not to be annoying, i just get so excited over things or want to apologize for lack of threads & shit. it’s weird, i’m weird and idk why you’re all still here.

i never really? expected to get this far? like, it’s crazy to think 200 of you follow me. ALTHOUGH. HALF OF THAT IS PORN BOTS. yeah, i see you bitches. y’all mvps because for some unknown reason you don’t unfollow. but i mean hey, welcome. mvps right there. HHJDGHHJFSGHHK

granted, the count goes from 200 to 199 which y’know. i don’t mind. y’all do you! but aNYWAY! thank you guys for following me. i’m so sorry that i don’t? interact with half of you. i want to so bad i just get so anxious but i’m trying to do better at reaching out! i love all of you and never expected so many of you to really? be down to interact with elizabeth! when i made her, i didn’t really think anyone would want to write with me because of how... “different” her story was. i was scared about having an oc tbh. i know some people don’t enjoy ocs, which si fine, their choice! respected! but i never thought i’d have this many followers who are CHILL AFFFFF!! ! ! ! i’ve thought about deleting elizabeth and to stop roleplaying all together but THANK GOD I DIDN’T!!! i’ve made some amazing friends here, people who are just overall sweethearts and make me smile whenever i see them on my dash!!! now it’s time for me to fuckin smother these kermits with L O V E! ! !

@antibuttons - OF COURSE PAIGE IS FIRST. paige, my love, my wife. MY BEST FRIEND!!! i don’t even know how long we’ve been friends now. but you can literally make me smile any fucking day. we’re on like some same fucking brain level shit. it’s terrifying how we’re in each other’s heads almost every time we talk. GET OUT! ! ! ! ! you help instill confidence in myself and my characters / portrayal of characters whenever i get so insecure i cry to u about it! ! !! i think you’re the only person I KNOW FOR A FACT won’t get annoyed by me and that i can talk about our characters with. like it doesn’t scare me to talk about it with you. other people? FUCKING TERRIFIED ! ! ! ! you’ve been here from day one of elizabeth’s blog. we met on my ellie ( from tlou ) blog and JUST BECAME BEST FRIENDS SO F A S T ! ! ! it’s crazy! and even though you hate asking me to do icons for you / draw things for you. I WILL STILL DO IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND YOU DESERVE THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD! !! !

@rabbitsolver - MY OTHER W I F E ! ! ! ! ! you’ve also been around in the early days of liz back with her outlast verse! the outlast fandom really being the first fandom to actually welcome liz so openly! you welcomed her with arms wide and I FUCKIG LOVE YOU! i apologize for distancing myself from u, i just get anxious and unsure when to message you / what to talk about! BUT YOU. ARE. AN. ABSOLUTE. FUCKING. ANGEL AND I WOULD KILL 500000 PEOPLE FOR YOU!!!! you’ve been so kind to me and have made me laugh so many times i HAVE SCREENSHOTS TO REMEMBER WHAT MAKES ME LAUGH JHSDHJFSJHHDGHHFD

@ennobledsinner - Z A A A A F F F F F F ! ! ! ! sorry if u didnt wanna be tagged in this, too late ur in it, beech. HFHGDHKFGKH I LOVE YOU! we only met this year and i think like?? a month agao?? CANT REMEMBER TBH but i know we haven’t known each other long, but i’d actually take the blame if u murder someone. im r e a d y. you are like??? the tru mvp here. you send in memes and like, i knwo it takes me 84 years to actually fcukin write them but YOU’RE NOT AFRAID TO KICK MY DOORS DOWN WITH THEM! and! you’re so open and willing to ship with liz! i never really get the chance to ship with ehr because i don’t want people to feel uncomfortable ;;;; i got like paige and a few other people for liz having a romantic ship with muses but not a lot! and i’m always so scared to ask! but you wERE SO WILLING AND DOWN AND I ACTUALLY CRY WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT! you’re so sweet and your writing is something that i genuinely haven’t seen much of, style-wise i mean! it’s so good and like reading a book! detailed and written more like a drabble between two muses and like!?!?! IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL! i’m crying. you’re so sweet and genuine and like i’m very grateful for you sticking around uwu, i hope our friendship continues to grow BC LIKE!?!?!? I L O V E Y O U ! ! ! ! SO MUCH!!!

there’s so many more of you guys to thank, i don’t want to spam y’all however, so just please know that all of you mean so much to me. i’m very awkward with my words but just understand that even if i didnt write soemthing its bc i’m also very tired and want to get this out before i got back down to 199 again JHDFSHJGDH BUT I DO APPRECIATE SO MANY OF YOU! this is such an unorganized fucking thank you post. BUT!

thank you for 200 followers!

#* ！ * ooc. * ！ *#im so tired.#BUT YES THANK YOU ALL!

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docholligay · 7 years

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Cinderuka: Chapter One--The Ashes of a Burnt Life

This is the beginning of my contribution to the Same Prompt Party! I hope others join us, and let me know if you like this--I’ll have an eye to completing it! 1900 words

Most fairy tales start with a dead parent, and ours will be no different, as there is no improvement that has yet been found over the course of storytelling to put a young woman into a peril quite like killing her parents.

Tragedies come in threes, they say, and so it was for Haruka’s young life, a happy little blonde girl, rambunctious in the sun at eight years. She had never been terribly feminine, this Haruka, running in the sun in her breeches, but her mother took it in stride--not all flowers are delicate, she would say, why, look at the dandelion, rough and tumble and no less a flower, no less bright and beautiful, for that.

She made Haruka feel very special indeed.

And so, of course, she took very ill.

Haruka was standing in a field, picking dandelions and violets and wild irises, when the first great tragedy of her life struck.

Those were her favorite wildflowers, and her mother had always said how perfectly they blended together, smiling whenever Haruka brought them by. She wanted to make her mother smile. She’d been so sick.

Her father’s voice rumbled her name like thunder across the otherwise blue sky, and only moments later, Haruka would know the rain of her own tears.

But parents are not the only things that die in stories. Dreams too, often die, the trail of the story a song of hope that they might rise like the eternal phoenix.

And so it was with a princess so very far from Haruka, who was not trapped by any dragon in a high tower, but felt as well as she might be, for all the freedom she had. Princess Michiru sat at the desk of her tutor, looking out the window at the flowers, wishing she was among them, running, and not a princess at all, even they bowed to her in the wind, and dreaming she was anywhere else, anywhere real.

“You are very fortunate, Princess,” her tutor called her attention back to the books, and Michiru sat straight, remembering herself, “in some less civilized kingdoms, women are not permitted to rule, even if they are the firstborn.”

Michiru scowled a bit, in the way the young parts of her still remembered how. “That’s foolish.”

“Women are considered incapable of rule, in such places.”

Michiru shook her head. “It’s as reasonable as not permitting those who are brunettes.”

The tutor lowered her glasses. “I did not say it was reasonable, I said it happened. This is why you must polish yourself, to be a fine ruler, Michiru. You will have to prove yourselves in the eyes of the world.”

There was no freedom, Michiru realized, in moments like these, even in her young life. She must be educated and crisp and stand tall in the face of any adversary, poised and perfect. She must not only prove herself in the eyes of the world, but her parents and her followers. Dreams must sometimes be laid to rest, the same as the mother of a little girl across the kingdom.

The second tragedy in Haruka’s bundle came not in funereal black but in wedding white, her father smiling broadly as he took the hand of the woman next to him. It had been a year since her mother died, too long for him to remain a widower, said the people of the town, so handsome and well-off, a magnificent tailor who had taught Haruka t his hand since he was little.

She was a fine lady, Haruka thought, with two daughters that would now be her sisters, and she extended her small bouquet happily to her.

“These are for you, Mother!”

She smiled weakly. “No, no, that cannot do,” she looked over at her father, as if to explain, “I would never want to take you mother’s place. I am not your mother, you know.”

Haruka nodded quietly.

“You must call me Stepmother. I think that will do.”

Haruka nodded again. “Yes, Stepmother.”

The wedding bells chimed overhead, and Haruka could not help but notice that the high pealing sounded a little bit like the rain on the cobblestones.

Haruka’s father was a good man, if not a brilliant one, and with him, things carried on happy for some time. Haruka helped in the tailor’s shop, learning to cut carefully vest and dresses and all assorted other things. She liked the work, and she had a talent for it, even in her youth, and took bits of remnant home to practice her craft by candlelight.

She began imagining taking over her father’s shop, when he decided to retire--with years of apprenticing and experience, she might overtake even him in skill, though she would never say such a thing to him.

Her stepmother held her always at a distance, never giving Haruka the mother she craved, and her stepsisters were beautiful and handsome at turns, witty and talented in the more classic ways--their mother was the widow of a fine horseman, who had kept them in some wealth over the course of his lifetime, and so they had learned music and finery and all the graces Haruka had not learned inside the tailor’s shop--but they were, to her, quite unkind, and ugly in the ways that mattered, and so she kept to the shop or to her fields, and did not worry overmuch about her home life, for her father was always there.

But they say tragedies come in threes.

Haruka was walking home from the shop, her bag laden with little odds and ends she had managed to nip around here and there with her father’s blessing. He walked alongside her, smiling, telling her of the magnificent job she did with the suit edging today, the line tight against the lapel. The Baron would be so pleased.

Then, there was a shout in the street, and the both of them looked up to the end of the road, where a fire had broken out in the baker’s building, ineffectual buckets of water being thrown at the flames.

Haruka was only eleven, but she had a sense of blind bravery within her that would follow her for all of her life, and she dashed to the end of the road, her father hot on her heels. She loved the baker and his wife, loved the bread they made, loved the way they saved a piece of the fruitcake for her at Christmas.

She could hear yelling from the second floor. Their children. So small, four and six, their mother screaming from the streets, being held back.

Haruka began to dash, but a firm hand threw her to the ground and surpassed her, dashing into the burning building, and Haruka could smell him one last time, the scent of hard work and cotton and silks.

She got to her feet as there were screams, and the cracking of the wood, and the house fell to the ground in an exhausted heap, the embers thrown into the sky like stars that foretold every ounce of Haruka’s misfortune.

And so we begin our story in a classic way, a princess in a tower, and a girl orphaned and friendless, both of them staring at the overwhelming enormity of the lives they have never chosen for themselves.

7 years later

Haruka had her gentle sides, and many of these sides revealed themselves when she was in the company of the small furred and feathered creatures of the world, but none of this gentleness or kindness for reserved for the hours of the breaking dawn, when the rooster crowed her from her pleasant dreams, which were not so grand as one might expect, but were generally limited to her having a small one room cottage of her own, where the fire was warm, and a woman called her sweetheart and kissed her face, and she sometimes had a donkey. She rather thought their ears charming.

With or without the donkey, the rooster was an unwelcome intrusion.

She sprung from her bed and flung wide the shutters of her bedroom, high and tucked away in a corner of the house to be forgotten.

“I’M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO THE BEST GODDAMN STEW!” She howled out the window, the sun peeking over the fair city. “I SWEAR!”

There was a caw, and her crow came to rest on the sill of her window. She called it her crow because it was certainly no one else’s, though she was never certain it would have respected her saying so. She picked a piece of dried meat off her dinner plate, as she did every morning, and laid it on the sill.

“Here you go, Blackie,” She leaned against the window now, as the rooster ignored her, “what did you see last night? Anything good?”

A squirrel chittered at her, and crawled onto the edge at her other side, waiting for its bit of bread.

“Blondie, you get so jealous!” She smiled and handed over the bit of bread.

They had been with her since she had been moved to the tiny room in the high corner, shortly after her father died, and if she ever thought it was odd for a squirrel and a crow to be so sociable or long-lived, she never put that thought into the air, perhaps fearing the world would agree with ehr and take her two little friends away.

She sighed heavily, staring over at the palace, brilliant in the early morning sun. Her father had told her one day she might be tailor to a queen or king, with how her talents were coming along. As hard as she still tried to work on her craft, it seemed a silly dream now.

��You you ever wonder what it’s like over there?” she stared faraway to the glowing palace.

They seemed to be ignoring her, playing tug of war over a tiny bit of corn Haruka had left, and she swatted at them.

“Stop it, you two! Get along!”

They both looked up at her, more annoyed by her than with any desire to stop.

She put her elbows down on the sill and stared across the town. “Imagine having no responsibilities, just…being able to do what you want, and everyone waiting on you, all the time. Imagine getting to sit in the nice, warm hall instead of the damn kitchen embers. Imagine everyone listening to you, all the time...”

From below, voices rang up the stairs.

“Cinderuka! Cinderuka! Where’s breakfast??”

She snorted. “I should ask my stepsisters how it feels. Must be nice.” She pushed off the sill and put on her pants, pulling her shirt over her head and slowly moving to the door. “I’d take just someone being nice to me for once.”

Blondie chittered at her in a reassuring way, and Blackie seemed to scold her in a caw, leading to the two of them arguing in their strange interspecies way.

“I know, I know,” She stretched, “I have you two. And the little mice in the kitchen.”

“Cinderuka!”

“Coming!” she shook her head and opened the door, shuffling down the stairs as the palace glowed brighter in the light of the morning, reflecting back on Haruka’s house that was no longer a home, illuminating the pumpkins in the garden below.

#a holligay joint

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Hey - Pat from StarterStory.com here with another interview.Today's interview is with Kelan Kline (u/thesavvycouple) of The Savvy Couple, a brand that makes digital financial products and coursesSome stats:Product: Digital Financial Products and CoursesRevenue/mo: $20,000Started: July 2016Location: Rochester New YorkFounders: 2Employees: 2Hello! Who are you and what business did you start?Hey! We are Kelan and Brittany Kline the founders and co-owners of the popular personal finance blog The Savvy Couple.Our blog was started just over three years ago with the mission of helping families find their freedom by creating more time and money in their lives. We do this by helping couples learn how to budget together, pay off debt quickly, and make money online.imageWe have two digital workbooks The Budgeting Binder and The Debt Binder that have helped thousands of families take control of their spending and pay off massive amounts of debt.imageWe also created our flagship course Bloggers’ Secrets helping beginner bloggers take their struggling blog from $0 to $1,000+/month through proven expert strategies.If you are interested in learning how to make money online you can grab our free eBook with over 18+ Proven & Legitimate Ways to Make Money Online.We are currently on pace to make over $250,000 this year alone with our personal finance blog!What's your backstory and how did you come up with the idea?I was your average kid growing up wanting to be a police officer and changing the world one bad guy at a time. Brittany also knew what she wanted to be when she grew up, a teacher.imageAfter meeting each other in 9th grade American Sign Language class the rest is history. We started dating at age fourteen and have never looked back. Best friends would be an understatement.We both went to school together at The College at Brockport, State University of New York. I graduated with a Bachelor's in Business Administration while Brittany graduated with a Masters in Elementary Education.I quickly found my first job as an insurance salesman and it lasted all of about 2 weeks. This process has happened many times over again from being a UPS driver, office manager, eCommerce drop shipper, and even my landing a job in my dream industry of law enforcement as a Jail Deputy.I worked as a Jail Deputy for two and a half years. I fell into a deep depression, working in a stressful environment, long hours, forced overtime, and holidays. I had to let go of my dream of being a police officer and literally turn down an offer to move to a road patrol deputy. I knew deep down in my heart God had another plan for me. I wanted to be a family man and being in law enforcement makes that very difficult to do.It was a tough couple of years of marriage never getting to see each other and transitioning to our new life.We sat down and laid out a plan. We knew this was not working and we needed something better.I was absolutely done working for other people and knew I needed to start a business that gave me more freedom over my time and money. I was on track to open my own home inspection business. Went back to school, got insurance, business cards, the whole nine.imageThen, we somehow came across these personal finance bloggers making an absolute killing online working from home. Instantly THAT is what I wanted to do. THAT is the life we wanted to live.We decided from that moment forward we were going to start our own personal finance blog and give it a shot. We had nothing to lose and everything to gain.After nine months of non-stop hustling to get over the learning curve, we made our first $50! It was the spark we needed to know that we could make this work. I went to Brittany and told her I wanted to quit my job and work on our blog full-time.Luckily, I married an incredible woman and she gave me her full support. We had been saving like crazy and had entire years worth of salary saved up to reduce as much risk as possible. We really followed as much of Dave Ramsey’s advice as possible when it came to using a monthly budget, living frugally, and finding a good side hustle.I quit my job and within two months I had completely replaced my income working as a freelance digital marketer and online English teacher for VIPKID. God was continuing to guide this long journey of finding our freedom and now we just needed to continue to put in the work.Less than two years in we hit our first $ 10,000-month blogging! It was the most incredible feeling in the world. It was validation for everything leading up until this point in our lives.Less than three years after starting our blog we have both quit our jobs and are on track to make over $250,000 this year alone.Take us through the process of designing, prototyping, and manufacturing your first product.We did not make our first product until we were in year three of running our business. We followed the normal revenue model most bloggers take using display ads, affiliate marketing, and sponsorships to make money in the beginning.Now that we have an awesome following of dedicated readers we have been creating products and services to help solve some of their biggest problems.We normally run some type of giveaway with a survey attached to it. This survey provides us with invaluable information for creating future products and courses.We have learned that validating an idea and even selling it before jumping in and creating it is the best way to protect your time and make sure you are creating a winning product.Describe the process of launching the business.I am someone who takes action first and pivots later on. So, I simply read a post on how to start a profitable blog and jumped right in. The learning curve was huge, but little by little I knew together we could figure it out.The beauty of starting an online business is that there is very little overhead. We spent less than $500 in the entire first year of running our business.Obviously, as you grow so does your expenses, but we have been able to maintain our very low monthly expenses averaging close to 80% profit margin before taxes. Tell me any other business you can do that with? Go ahead, I’ll wait. Right, you can’t.If you want to take complete control over your life and are willing to put in a lot of hard work to make it happen blogging is one of the best businesses you can start.imageSince launch, what has worked to attract and retain customers?We made sure to always have a purpose with our content and know exactly who we are trying to serve with it. All of our content solves a specific problem. Whether it’s learning how to budget, make money as a stay at home mom, or learning how to live a more frugal life all of our content solves a problem our readers have.Along with always having a purpose, we create three types of content. Making sure we focus on each article fitting into one of these categories social, SEO, and link building helped us significantly increase our blog traffic.Social articles are created to go viral on Pinterest (our heavy hitter), Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. These are your more “listicle” articles that are short and sweet and fun to read. We are huge fans of starting with one social media platform and becoming an expert on it. We always recommend new bloggers start on Pinterest as it’s a visual search engine and is the most evergreen social media platforms.SEO articles have one goal. Be the absolute BEST article on that topic on the entire internet. These are much longer in-depth articles that we pour our heart and soul into making the best they can be. SEO traffic is by far the best type of traffic because it’s very passive and most of the time the users are very warm and ready to take action (sign up or buy something).Link building articles are created to have others share, link to, and collaborate on. Think expert roundups, studies, or awesome visuals others would want to link to. These types of articles are great because they can go viral and also are a huge SEO play with building out backlinks to your site.The most important thing to focus on is being very purposeful with your content and not just writing about the things you want to write about. Your business is to serve others not yourself.How are you doing today and what does the future look like?This year we have been on a roll. We are continuing to grow our traffic each month averaging around 300,000 page views per month and averaging more than $20,000 per month in revenue.Our income is generated in the following order sponsorships, display ads, affiliate marketing, and selling our own products in that order.Our business is lean and means only having my wife and me as full-time workers. We do have two part-time freelancers that help us write articles and manage the day to day tasks that keep things running smoothly.We have no intention of becoming a huge corporate blog. We love the family-style business we have as it lines up with the lifestyle we want.We both read the book “Work Less Make More” and it changed our lives. We focus on growing our EHR (effective hourly rate) and only on growing our EHR. The higher we get our EHR the more time we get back in our life.We currently both average around 20 hours of work per week. Leaving us plenty of freedom to pursue the passions that make us happy in life that include things like family, traveling, sports, camping, and more.imageimageThrough starting the business, have you learned anything particularly helpful or advantageous?The most important thing I have learned in growing a business quickly is having good time management and focusing on high ROI projects. The goal is to make money fast so using your time efficiently is an absolute must.We use the Eisenhower chart in everything we do. It helps us clearly see what is most important to work on and what we should be outsourcing. Before we go to bed we both write down the three big tasks we are going to work on the next day so when we wake up we are off and running.We also make sure we have good life habits like eating healthy, staying active, and getting enough sleep at night. I am a big proponent and working smarter not harder.What platform/tools do you use for your business?These are the tools that are necessary for us to use to operate our business at our current level.BigScootsWordPressSocial PugAhrefsKWFinderConverKitTeachableShopifyAdEsspressoTailwindBufferAsanaCanvaPowerpointGoogle DocGoogle DriveQuickbooksWhat have been the most influential books, podcasts, or other resources?Work Less Make More12 Week YearLifestyle BuildersBlogging With Purpose Facebook GroupAdvice for other entrepreneurs who want to get started or are just starting out?Keep it simple and commit to making it happen. If others are being successful, learn from them and implement them. Don’t reinvent the wheel. Learn something new, implement, and take action.I know this sounds cliche, but you are in complete control over your life. The only magic pill to be a successful entrepreneur is hard work.Starting right now believe it and you will achieve it!Are you looking to hire for certain positions right now?Unfortunately, at this time we are not hiring any positions. But if you are a blogger, podcaster, YouTuber, or freelancer I highly recommend you join our free Facebook groupto get connected with others.Where can we go to learn more?The Savvy CouplePinterestInstagramFacebookTwitterThe Savvy Couple CommunityBlogging With PurposeIf you have any questions or comments, drop a comment below!Liked this text interview? Check out the full interview with photos, tools, books, and other data.For more interviews, check out r/starter_story - I post new stories there daily.Interested in sharing your own story? Send me a PM

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celeryw · 7 years

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ey sorry this is barbie thanks

it starts in the royal mine, queen in bad time so is the kingdom

if only preminger were here ooh boi, oh well let’s marry my kid off hahaha the cat is me, i honestly feel sorry for erica bc i relate but i cant sew.

37 years is specific, and wow, interest is too real, free from endliess ious

yes marry julian THIS BIT OF THE SONG GIVES ME GOOSEBUMPS

also why they only have one mine, here he is, the poodle man the best song of the entire movie, im crinyg SILENCIO, they just dance ina mine why ehehehee dominic here he comes, my boi, go get em erica

julian’s like oh man i love u but dominic is here also analese (annaleese???) is a geologist

THEYE GOING ONA DATE julian is such a cute

she hears the tunes she leaves jules THE DOG CAT MY FAVE

what a beautiful song i love this song honestly reica is so relatable how are they the same looks at the butterflies

she made the dress

julian had a Revelation

I FORGOT THE CAT DOG WAS CALLED WOLFIE thank u wolfie not rover,

goodbye erica i wont forget

the cat he like the cat\

here’s the kidnapping atttmeptm ooh boi, honestly ht e worst scene of my entire childhood hwy would u do that ot me THE HORSE

ive got dirt on my bum ooh he is nasty just like his dog, yessss

oizz that somehting on ehr desk ur majestyyyy OHHH evil grin

julian like what the ufck she wouldnt do this julian the schoool boiii

julian knows my guy he Knows

pretend to be the princess yes goo

why did he have a blonde wig wtf and its perfect too what

BEST SONG HERE WE GO

he likes her he likes annalesies so much , he’s like god help me

celebrity wife swap

trying doors that are obviously locked

she cries in jail

cheesy

the cats are like water why

the queen

he cant get away, HE WONT get wya

she was right

holy fuck thats a lot of baby cats

the bloo[ers

#barbie #cel speaks

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iliketowrite1996 · 4 years

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Blind Dates part 1 sneak peek

Sneak Peek Part 5/10 of Steve Rogers x Reader saga.

Part 1:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614617294578089984/his-best-girl

Part 2: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614969499334197248/meet-the-music-teacher

Part 3: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616114724817584128/lunch-buddies

Part 4:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616328582794493952/why-not

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- Blind dates, mentions of loved ones dying, angst, mention of death of parent

‘’No, DeShawn. You are not going to see any robot butlers.’’

‘’But he is Tony Stark. He should have robot butlers!’’

Steve sighs and shakes his head good naturedly as he and the children wait for Pepper or Tony to come open the door.

It’s Saturday evening, around 5 o’clock, and Steve, Jasmine and DeShawn have arrived at Tony Stark’s place or dinner while Deshawn’s mother goes on her date.

‘’Well, now that you mention it, I do have the blueprints for one of those in my lab.’’

The trio turn to see none other than Tony himself behind them, carrying a bag of groceries, with Peter Parker trailing behind him.

‘’Y-you’re Tony Stark,’’ DeShawn gapes.

Steve and Jasmine exchange a look and a smirk, knowing that DeShawn is meeting one of his personal heroes.

‘’Tony, good to see you. This is DeShawn. He’s spending the day with us while his mom goes on her date,’’ Steve explains as Tony shifts the bag to shake DeShawn’s hand.

‘’It’s nice to meet you, DeShawn. This is my intern, Peter Parker,’’ Tony introduces the teenage boy, who waves.

‘’Nice to meet you, DeShawn. Mr. Rogers, Jazzy, always good to see you. Jasmine, you’re wearing the new sweater you told me about.’’

‘’Mhm!,’’ Jasmine beams, examining the red and blue knit sweater beneath ehr open jacket.

‘’Awesome, we almost match,’’ Peter points to his red and blue sweatshirt.

‘’Oh,’’ DeShawn narrows his eyes a bit, ‘’So you’re Peter.’’

‘’Yes, Peter is my tutor,’’ Jasmine looks at DeShawn pointedly, silently reminding him about his agreement not to spoil the fact that she has a crush on Peter.

As if Peter doesn’t already know.

‘’I hope you don’t mind the extra house guest,’’ Steve speaks up as Tony moves past them to get to his door, unlocking it.

‘’Not at all. Pepper’s on her way. And we’ll get dinner started then. I just had to run to the store, and Peter tagged along. Besides, my goddaughter will be joining us,’’ Tony insists as they enter the house.

‘’Ah, so this was your plan to set me up.’’

‘’Can’t set you up if it’s just a friendly dinner gathering,’’ Tony shrugs, the others following him to the kitchen, ‘’Jazzy and DeShawn, would you mind setting the table? Peter, can you go get the sodas out of the garage?’’

‘’Sure thing, Mr. Stark,’’ Peter shrugs, taking the key to unlock the garage.

‘’Okay, Uncle Tony. Come on, DeShawn, I’ll show you where the silverware and plates are.’’

When Tony and Steve are left alone, Steve turns to Tony.

‘’You could have confirmed that she’ll be here tonight.’’

‘’I told you she was. You're just getting nervous. Suck it up, buttercup.’’

‘’Now you know who you sound like,’’ Steve chuckles,fondly removing Petra’s catch phrase.

‘’I know,’’ Tony grins gently, ‘’Listen. Are you really okay with me setting you up? Because if not, we can always-’’

‘’No, no. I’m fine. I... I’m ready to try again. My date Thursday was awful, but that doesn’t mean that this should be, too. Jazzy understands. I actually think she’s more for me dating than I even am. But she’s a prime factor in this, you know?’’

‘’I understand. Listen, Sharon is great with kids. I really think you’ll like her.’’

‘’I don’t make promises, but I’ll try. For Jazzy’s sake at least.’’

And Steve Rogers is a man of his word.

‘’Good. Now, let’s say we get dinner started so we actually don’t have to wait an hour after they get here to eat.’’

‘’That should be Pepper and Sharon now. She picked her up from work today,’’ Tony speaks as he places the last of the dinner on the table.

It’s quite a spread- spaghetti and meatballs (with vegetarian sauce for DeShawn), garlic bread, salad. Wine for the adults, soda for the kids, water for everybody.

‘’Can I get the door, Uncle Tony,’’ Jasmine questions, springing to the front door when he nods.

From where they are, Steve can hear her scream, ‘’Hi, Auntie Pepper!.’’

‘’Hey, honey! Where’s everybody at?’’

‘’In the dining room. DeShawn is here. It’s gonna freak him out seeing you outside of school, ‘’ Jasmine says, causing Steve, Tony and Peter to laugh as DeShawn face palms.

‘’Every day,’’ he sighs, shaking his head, reminding Steve of Bucky’s reactions to him when they were kids.

Speaking of which, Jasmine’s been begging to see her uncle and aunt. He really should set up a day.

‘’Hello, everyone,’’ Pepper enters, ‘’Sharon’s taking off her shoes.’’

‘’Tell her she doesn’t have to do that,’’ Tony rolls his eyes, ‘’Nobody else does.’’

‘’Now, Tony. You know Aunt Peggy literally taught both of us better than that.’’

Steve looks away from where DeShawn and Jasmine are thumb wrestling over who gets to have the biggest slice of cake to see a very familiar face.

‘’Hey you live across the hall from us,’’ he grins, glad to the woman who helped get into his apartment while he carried his sleeping daughter.

‘’You two know each other’’ Tony states.

‘’We do. Well, we met very briefly. He lives across the hall from me,’’ Sharon looks to Steve, ‘’It’s nice to meet you.’’

‘’Well, ten, introduce yourselves,’’ Tony gently nudges Steve towards the woman, who sticks out her hand as the other guests take their seats.

‘’I’m Sharon Carter.’’

‘’Steve Rogers,’’ Steve nods towards his daughter, ‘’That’s Jasmine Allen-Rogers, my daughter. And her best friend DeShawn.’’

‘’Hello. Peter, always a pleasure to see you,’’ Sharon sits across from Steve and Jasmine.

After hands are washed , prayers are said and drinks are poured, dinner conversation flows freely. Jasmine talks to Peter and DeShawn, Tony and Pepper converse amongst themselves, so Sharon and Steve are left speaking to each other.

‘’So, what do you do exactly,’’ Steve questions, handing her the bread basket.

‘’I’m a nurse,’’ Sharon informs him before thanking him, ‘’For the last seven years, eight in December. Tony tells me you’re a teacher.’’

‘’Yes, for over ten years now,’’ Steve speaks up, beginning to twirl some pasta on his fork, ‘’I started there about a year before Jazzy was born.’’

‘’And it is so nice to meet the infamous Jazzy,’’ Sharon grins brightly at the ten-year-old, ‘’Tony talks about you a lot.’’

‘’Uncle Tony says I’m his favorite ten-year-old,’’ Jasmine smiles.

‘’Tony says that you are very, very smart,’’ Sharon supplies, causing Steve to beam with pride as Jasmine thanks both Tony and Sharon.

‘’So you had to work today,’’ Steve questions, ‘’I mean, you obviously did. I guess I’m asking how work went.’’

‘’Well, I work as a nurse, so… there’s never a boring day. I imagine that I can say the same for you as a teacher?’’

‘’You could,’’ Steve agrees wholeheartedly, ‘’There never is a dull moment. What made you decide to become a nurse?’’

Dinner continues with pleasant conversation and laughter. As dessert is being cut by Pepper, Sharon and Steve clear the table.

‘’Your daughter is beautiful. So smart and funny, too,’’ Sharon tells Steve as they place the dinner dishes in Tony’s sink.

‘’Thank you so much, I appreciate it.’’

‘’Is DeShawn your son?’’

‘’’Oh, no, but his mother is a good friend of mine. I’m watching DeShawn while his mother is out for the evening,’’ Steve runs hot water to make dish water, ‘’Normally Jazzy would still be with her aunt- she spends the night over there on Friday’s and comes back on Saturday. But I have her today because, well, she wasn’t going to miss a chance to see Peter. And she just really wanted to spend time with me.’’

‘’You seem like a good dad,’’ Sharon nods understandingly, ‘’It’s clear that you two adore each other.’’

‘’She’s the apple of my eye,’’ Steve runs a hand over his head, ‘’And... you now , being her only parent…’’

‘’Tony told me about your wife. If you ever need to talk, we can,’’ Sharon gently touches Steve’s hand, ‘’Listen, I know what Tony is trying to do. I don't want you to feel pressured. I know that you think about Jasmine first.’’

Sharon is the first woman that has encouraged putting Jasmine first, and encourages him to do so. She’s smart, she’s kind, she’s beautiful.

And maybe that’s why Steve finds himself driving DeShawn and Jasmine back to his apartment with a smile on his face, excited for his date with Ms. Sharon Carter next Friday.

The next week comes, and everything goes normally. Steve makes sure that Jasmine practices for the fall concert next week, and Peter comes to tutor her on Monday and Wednesday. She gets a D on her next math test, and it's a small improvement, but Steve knows she’ll do better.

He continues to spend time with you, balancing a friendly work relationship while also trying to choke back his ever-growing attraction to you.

Friday, Steve finds himself closing the door to his car that he oh so rarely uses, going around to the other side so that he can drive to the restatuent.

‘’You look beautiful,’’ Steve tells her, glancing sideways at the long sleeved, black dress that Sharon’s waiting for in the evening.

‘’Thank you. You look very handsome,’’ Sharon chuckles, ‘’Stop being so generous, Steve.’’

‘’I just haven’t been on a date in a while that hasn’t had me regretting agreeing within the first fifteen minutes..’’

‘’Well, it’s only been about 9 and a half ,itunes, so let’s just see where this night takes us.’’

Steve laughs- genuinely laughs- at this, and, for the first time, he’s not so worried about what will happen next.

The two arrive at the restaurant, and it’s nice. Steve got the recommendation for Tony, who is friends with the chef. Now that they’re sitting at the table, Steve is lookingat the prices…

And he’s ever so grateful for the $20 that he knows Tony tried to surreptitiously slip into his wallet last weekend.

‘’So, how was your week,’’ Sharon ask later after they’ve ordered and their water is being delivered, ‘’Thank you.’’

‘’Thank you. Uh, it went well. I mean, Jasmine’s not allowed to go to glee practice until she brings her grades up. And that’s harsh, I guess, but grades are more important and it will motivate her, I hope.’’

‘’She might not appreciate it now, but she will one day. My parents were hard on me,and look how well I turn out,’’ Sharon exaggeratedly flips her hair.

‘’You are pretty great,’’ Steve takes her hand, squeezing gently, ‘’I am so glad that you agreed to go out with me this evening.’’

‘’How could I say ‘no’ to those eyes,’’ Sharon smirks, watching Steve’s face turn pink.

‘’Don’t do that.’’

‘’Why? It’s cute,’’ Sharon shrugs, and teve laughs nervously.

‘’Sorry. I’m trying here,’’Steve fixes huis collar, ‘’I haven’t really liked someone this much in a while.’’

Well, okay, that’s a lie. But, as you made it clear in your conversation this week, you're busy.

And why chase after something with you that doesn’t exist?

‘’And you’re doing well. Just relax, Steve. It’s fine,’’ Sharon gently takes his hand once more, rubbing her thumb along the back of it.

Steve does this, too…

Even if only for a minute, Steve relaxes and allows himself to enjoy his date.

But it’s the first time that he’s done that in over ten years.

And maybe it’s just what he needs.

‘’I had a great time tonight, Steve,’’ Sharon remarks as she leans against her doorway.

‘’I did, too. Would you… Do you want to maybe go out next Friday?’’

‘’I would, but my friend asked me to go with him to the Fireman’s Ball. Saturday?’’

‘’Jazzy’s recital is then and I promised I’d take her out to eat afterwards. Sunday?’’

‘’I work a double shift. Listen… I usually go to my aunt Peggy’s for Sunday dinner but she’s visiting her grandkids. How about you and Jasmine come over for dinner?’’

‘’I think he’d like that. Sounds like a plan. Well, good night,’’ Steve offers a hand for her to shake.

‘’Good night, Steve,’’ sharon smiles a bit disappointedly, half expecting a goodnight kiss.

‘’Sharon, is it alright if I kiss you?’’

So Steve leans in, Sharon’s eyes close, and…

He kisses her on the cheek.

And he doesn't know why, because He had every intention of kissing her on the lips. But he didn’t.

‘’I’m sorry, I-’’

‘’Don’t apologize, Steve. We can… if you decide that you’re interested, let’s take it slow. But for now, we can be just friends.’’

‘’Just friends. Thank you. Oh, uh, a better get into my apartment. Jazzy’s plans for the weekend fell through so I had to find a babysitter. I’ll see you on Sunday for dinner.’’

‘’See you Sunday, Steve. Good night.’’

‘’Good night.’’

And, after calling to check on Jasmine, changing into pajamas, grading some art, brushing his teeth and heading to bed…

Steve decides that it is.

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TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- bullying, natural hair seen as bad, lying, and mentions of teenage years, cheating, comfort, break ups, disappointment, heartbreak, child lost in store

I did a lot of this based off of my own experience, as well as experiences. Some of my friends and others have gone through these as well.

Memories between T’Challa and Autumn- from groundings to first dates to tears to smiles.

I’ve seen a few alphabet stories like this and decided to give it a try! The plot is original though!

@wakanda-inspired, @syreanne, @chaneajoyyy and @bidibidibombaclaat were huge helps with this!

Autumn Elizabeth Udaku was born on a hot and steamy July day. Her parents are overjoyed whether arrival, tears streaming down both of their cheeks as they thank Bast for the new addition to their family.

When he’s placed on Nakia’s chest, Nakia falls in love SHe whispers to her baby girl, promising to protect her and to love her as long as she lives. For the rest of her life, Autumn Elizabeth Udaku will be the love of her life.

Autumn’s baba is no different. He holds her timidly but carefully. Promises her that if he is half of the baba to her that T’Chaka Udaku is to him, then she’ll grow up just fine. The weight of the world is simultaneously on his shoulder and in his arms. Because he knows that he'd do anything to protect this little girl and to make sure that she knows just how loved she truly is.

‘’Say ‘baba’! You can do it, Autumn!’’

Autumn gives her baba a toothless, drooly grin as he holds her hands and has her stand on his chest.

The duo are in the floor of the living room, letting Nakia et some extra sleep. The four month old is spending time with T’Challa, who so rarely gets to see her during the day since he works in an office.

‘’Say, ‘baba’!’’

She giggles and squeals, letting out unintelligible gurgles as she does so.

She’s been in this world for only four months, and T’Challa is so in love with being a baba. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still terrified. But he's mastered changing diapers and getting her babyformual just the right temperature and not crying when she gets her shots and begins to cry herself.

So maybe he is still new to this Baba thing, but something tells him that he’s doing a pretty good job.

He holds onto that thought five minutes alter wehn Autumn spits up on his face.

Cradles are hard to put together.

They’re even harder to put together when your wife is fixing you a judgemental glare from across the room.

‘’Eh, Nakia. Don’t look at me like that!’’

‘’It’s been an hour, T’Challa.’’

‘’I’d like to see you try, entle.’’

‘’I offered, husband. You claimed you could do it.’’

‘’You never know until you try,right?’’

‘’How long are you planning on trying?’’

‘’Nakia.’’

‘’Hm?’’

‘’Be quiet.’’

She laughs loud and hard, before pressing a kiss to his lips and standing, with his help.

She’s halfway into the kitchen when she hears a pained cry of ‘’Crap!’’ and the hammer falling to the floor.

T’Challa enrols Autumn in dance class when she’s three-years-old. His other and dad suggested it so that Autumn Could have some sort of after-school activity, and because she clearly likes to dance.

She’s all dressed in her pink leotard, pink tutu, pink tights, and pink shoes. Her curls are brushed up, and Shuri even gifted her a little net to put over the bun.

She’s holding onto T’Challa’s hand as she stands at the door of the dance studio, watching others file in.

‘’Are you ready, intomba?’’

‘’Daddy, you come too?’’

‘’Of course. I’ll be right outside watching you,’’ he tells her earnestly, and that seems to be enough for the young dancer.

Later that night, the dynamic duo will dance two Disney songs, T’Challa holding his daughter close as her giggles and the tunes form some movie about a princess fill the room.

When she dances with him sometime later and wears a white dress, she’ll recall this as one of her favorite memories with T’Challa.

‘’Enough,’’ T’Challa sighs, taking Autumn's spoon and bowl for her.

The two-year-old has squashed bananas and oatmeal all over the floor, and he’s stepped on it in his sock clad foot.

How she got the food into her hair, he’ll never know. He can see gunks of food in ehr afro puffs. It’s not even nine yet, and he’s already tired.

Nakia is not here, though, so he’s the only one that can clean it up and get Autumn cleaned and to N’Jadaka so that he can watch her.

‘’Let’s go get you dressed. Again,’’ Autumn tells his daughter lifting her out of her high chair as he discards the soiled rag he’d used to clean the floor, ‘’We’re gonna go see Erik?’’

‘’Erik?’’

Other than her parents, Erik is her favorite person He play fights with her, picks her up and plays ‘’Spaceship’’ with her, talks in silly voices with her when he reads her stories.

She’s his world, and he is a large part of hers.

‘’That’s right!,’’ T’Challa says.

Autumn claps then, excitement radiating from her features at the thought of seeing her best friend.

That’s the moment that makes T'Challa forget all about how hectic the morning was.

Because this little girl right here is a calming force, even when she’s the biggest change in his life.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

‘’Family,’’ Miss Jackson, ‘’Starts with ‘F’. Who are some people i our families?’’

The other children all scream ,’’Mommy’’, and Autumn fills a pit in the bottom of her stomach.

She has a mommy, but her mommy works farr from home. She was here to drop her off for her first day of preschool and they got pie together after school, but she's not her now. Autumn isn’t even gonna see her for a bazillion more years! (It’s three weeks but try telling that to a toddler).

She ponders this on the way home, and it makes her much too quiet.

T’Challa notices.

‘’Intomba, what is wrong?’’

She looks up at him, tear glistening in her eyes and threatening to spill over and down her round little cheeks, ‘’I miss mommy.’’

T’Challa’s hear breaks for his daughter, and he picks her up.

She’s too young to understand the concept of divorce and the nature of Nakai’ job as a traveling author. He just knows she’s missing her mommy, and he wishes he could take that pain away.

‘’I know, intomba,’’ he kisses her cheek, ‘’Baba is here, though.’’

‘’Will mommy be back soon?’’

‘’In three weeks. We can count down the days together, Autumn, if you’d like.’’

She nods then, wiping her eyes and throwing her arms around T’Challa’s neck and pressing her head against his shoulder.

He carries her home like that, the young girl eventually falling asleep.

Later in her life, Autumn will recall just how loved he made her feel and you'll realize that she didn't have her mom there all of the time, but she did, just like the other kids, have a family that loves her more than anything.

And she loves them, too.

‘’Grandma, grandpa!,’’ Autumn giggles as Ramonda and T’Chaka press kisses to her cheeks. SHe’s been gone for a week, having taken a longer trip with akai than usual. Why haven't seen the six-year-old in what feels like forever, and it shows. T’Challa watches on in amusement as her grandmother smothers her hair down, before removing the hair ties to redo them ‘’better’’ than T’Challa did.

‘’Tell me, lovely. How was your trip?’’

‘’I had so much fun with mommy! We went to the zoo, and we went to see a musical, and…’’

She continues on and on, letting her grandparents know about her exciting spring break as they bond with her.

It isn’t until later, when she is asleep with her head on T'Challa's shoulder that the room is silent. Her grandparents gently lay her on the couch, glad to have her visit for the night.

Gone is the baby that came home wailing from the hospital. A beautiful, smart, kind little girl lies in her place.

Time goes on and things change, btu T’CHaka and Ramonda will always admire that in her.

Tomorrow they’ll take her to school and go to work.

And by the end of the da. Autumn Udaku will have three new outfits and two nre toys waiting for her on her next visit.

Hair.

Autumn Udaku has been blessed with lots of hair.

Autumn Udaku has been blessed with lots of coarse, thick hair, and T'Challa is trying to navigate his way through it.

He silently wishes he’d paid more attention after Nakia let her hair grow out a bit, before she cut it. Because his daughter has thicker hair than hers, but it’s about the same length that hers was before she cut it.

‘’Baba, it hurts,’’ the four year old whines.

He’s used to throwing it into a bun, because that in and of itself is work and she’s impatient.

‘’Baba is sorry, intomba. But we have to get this done.’’

She nods and gives him a thumbs up but whines and winces when T’Challa attempts to detangle a section.

When she’s fourteen years old, she comes home and begs him to let her take the twists out of her hair. She tells him about how the kids at her high school made fun of it. That she wants shiny, long, straight hair like the other girls, like her friends.

When she is sixteen, she straightens . She spends all day flipping it over her shoulder and running her fingers through it. It’s beautiful and all, but it doesn’t feel like her. Her friend Vanessa, who relaxes her hair and loves it, asks her why she doesn't go natural again.

She’s seventeen years old when T’Challa helps her detangle her hair, a year after she’s done the big chop and is getting used to her afro again.

She’s eighteen when she sees her hair the way T’Challa hs seen it all along- thick, coarse, full, and beautiful.

That’s a lesson she’ll later carry on and pass onto her own daughter, but that's another story for another day.

‘’I love you’’ is written is squiggly letters, and five year old AUtumn udaku beams up at her baba as he holds the valentine.

She’s dressed in her red pants and pink sweater and those black rain boots she loves so much.

Her hair is in two pigtails, courtesy of Erik last night.

‘’Thank you, intomba. I love it,’’ T’Challa bends,tying her shoes and pressing a kiss to her forehead, ‘’Now, let’s get ready. You don’t want to miss kindergarten today!’’

She nods excitedly before rushing off to grab her Iron Man bookbag (courtesy of Tony Stark himself) so she can match her ‘’boyfriend’’, Damien.

He messages his girlfriend, confirming their plans for later before Autumn returns.

‘’I got one for Ms. Lillian, too! She’s the aid. I have one for Ms. Good and...and Ayesha and Damien and Naomi and Natalie-’’

‘’Alright,’’ Autumn chuckles, ‘’Well, let’s get going. Come on, intomba.’’

The duo match down he walks, making their way to the elementary school in record time.

Later, when he gets too his office, he puts the valentine in a spare frame for all to see.

It’s the best gift he's gotten all day,and probably one of the best gifts that he will receive all day.

‘’Lying is wrong, Autumn.’’

She looks down ashamed, brown eyes trained on the floor as she fiddles with her little fingers as she does so.

‘’People don't like lying, Autumn, It means that they can’t trust you anymore.’’

The four-year-old has been caught lying. She said that she didn’t put all of the glitter on the floor, but she did do so. T'Challa sure wasn’t using glitter while he painted.

He’s more upset that she looked him in the eye and told him that it wasn’t her than he is about the glitter, mind you. He doesn’t want to raise her to believe that she can or has to lie to hi,

He stands then, so he’s not at her leave anymore, ‘’I’m disappointed in you, Autumn. I don’t want to speak with you for awhile. Go to your room.’’

She does so, and sit on her bed, fiddling with her paper dolls.

It’s an hour later that she emerges from the room in tears, seeking her baba out to apologize.

‘’I’m sorry I spilled the glitter and l-lied,’’ she whimpers before T’Challa sighs, picking he rup and pressing kisses to her cheeks.

‘’Apology accepted. I love you, you know that, yes?’’

She nods frantically before wiping her tears on her sleeves, ‘’I love you, too.’’

It’s a valuable lesson, one that she appreciates later, even if she doesn't fully understand it now.

For now, sitting with her baab and discussing why lying is wrong- he teaches her a lesson and she spends time with him.

So, for the two Udaku’s, it’s a good time.

Autumn is ten years old when she gets her first manicure, courtes of her Auntie Shuri.

She’s ten years old when she flaunts it at Sunday dinner, and Erik and Romanda and even T’Chaka compliment it.

It’s also a moment when T’Challa realizes that she’s growing up. HIs little girl is in fifth grade and she’s not so little anymore.

Is that tightening in his stomach normal?

He decides that, okay, she’s growing up and she needs some girl time. So when nakia visits, he pays for the du to have a whole spa weekend to themselves. With her starting school in a month, it’s a little time for them to spend together.

He doesn’t know it for many years, but she's’ forever grateful that he gave up his Daddy-Daughter Saturday with her to let her spend some time with her mom.

It’s the day that she realizes this- if she does end up falling in love and getting married, she hopes that hat man is as nice as her baba.

‘’No.’’

‘’Baba! I am fifteen years old. I just want to go to the movie with my friend.’’

‘’Yeah, your boyfriend.’’

‘’No, space in between. Boy who is a friend. Damien Stark isn’t into me!’’

That boy is in love with her, and it’s as clear as day. He doesn't tell her that, though, knowing that the almost sixteen-year-old has a crush on the young man as well.

‘’Autumn, no. I’m sorry, but I don't feel comfortable with you doing that.’’

‘’All you ever say is no!,’’ she whines, and T’Challa fixes her with a stern look.

‘’Watch your tone,young lady,’’ he reminds her, and she quickly gets herself in check.

‘’Baba, please. You know me,a d you know Damien. No one else wants to see this movie. Can I please, please go?’’

T’Challa grains, knowing that he’s being unreasonable. Damien Stark is a perfectly nice young man.

Then again, that’s what T’Challa appeared to be and he was a teenage boy once, too.

On the other hand, Damien wouldn’t hurt Autumn and T’Challa trusts him.

So he agrees.

And he sits right in between the two, an annoyed Autumn and an amused Damien enjoying their first non date with their parental chaperone sitting right in the middle of them and holding the popcorn bucket.

It’s on an October day when Autumn is seven years old that T’Challa gets the call to come pick her up from the principal’s office because there's been a fight.

He leaves the office in a hurry, giving a half-baked explanation to his boss before rushing to the school.

There he finds his second grader sitting in the chair of the principal’s office, arms folded. Her body is tense and rigid, but her face is calm and serene.

He recognizes that.

She’s calming herself down, and it always starts with her facial expression.

‘’Mr. Udaku,’’ the principal clears his throat, ‘’There’s been a bit of a scuffle.’’

‘’She fought another student?!’’

‘’No,’’ the man clear his throat again, ‘’She got into a argument with a teacher.’’

T’Challa looks at his daughter in surprise, but she is actively avoiding his gaze.

‘’About what,’’ he finally takes his eyes off his daughter to look to the older man in front of them.

‘’Her hair.’’

T’Challa blinks once, twice, again.

‘’What about her hair?’’

Autumn's hair is very curly, very thick, and very dark. It falls to her shoulders in tight, kinky coils.

‘’A student in the back complained about not being able to see, and the teacher suggested that Autumn cut her hair.’’

‘’And I told her I’m not doing it,’’ Autumn huffs.

‘’Watch your tone,’’ T’Challa gently reminds her, ‘’Well, where is the teacher?’’

‘’She is teaching her class of course.’’

‘’Well, where is her punishment for telling a seven-year-old to cut her hair?’’

‘’Mr. Udaku, please do try to be reasonable. If it is prohibiting another student from learning, then-.’’

‘’You told my child that she should cut her hair and I should be more reasonable?’’

It goes back and forth like this for a while. T’Challa demands to know who gave this woman the right to tell his daughter to cut her hair, how it is possible disturbing someone who sits in the back.

‘’Sir, with all due respect… they sit in groups of four. Autumn is towards the back. SO how can’t that child se,’ ‘ T’Challa is seethig now.

‘’Mr. Udaku, I don’t tell the teacher how to run their classrooms,. Outside of bigger issues. Just like you don’t tell me what is and is not a problem,. I don’t tell you how to run your business or raise your daughter.’’

T’Challa breathes in and breathes out for a few moments.

‘’You’re right.’’

Autumn looks at T’Challa in betrayal before he stands, taking her hand and pulling her towards the door, ‘’I raise my daughter, and I decide what's best for her. At the moment. I don’t think that it is returning to this school. Have a good day, Mr. Bloom.’’

He guides his daughter out of the office, and she doesn’t cry until she’s home/ He pulls her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

‘’I don’t want you arguing with your teacher like that, but I am so proud of you. You handled yourself well. Like a young adult.’

‘’Can we go get ice cream then,’’ she questions.

It’s then that he is reminded how young his daughter is, that today is probably a confusing and traumatic experience for her.

So, yeah. Ice cream for dinner this one time sounds just fine.

And it sounds just nice as a celebration the following Monday, when Tony Stark and T’Challa drop their kids off at school together, and Autumn is officially enrolled at the school that Damien Stark goes to.

Autumn’s playdates with Damien Stark have been more and more of a regular occurrence since the two got out for summer break. They'll be starting in the same kindergarten next week, and the two are still nearly inseparable.

‘’Mr. Udaku, I heard that when you go to kindergarten you learn how to read big words.’’

They can read their names and small, three letter sight words right now.

‘’You do, Damien! You are going to learn to read even more, make new friends, and lean a lot of neat things.’’

‘’Baba, does this mean that we are adults now,’’ Autumn asks, swinging her legs as she snacks on her animal crackers.

‘’No, intomba. You won't be adult for quite some time.’’

Thank goodness.

‘’So, Mr. Udaku,’’ Damien begins again, ‘’Does this mean me and Autumn will be able to teach you things?’’

Truth be told, he pair come to him, Pepper, or TOny with a new fact nearly every single day. SO, it’s not surprising f they do.

‘’You know, Damien. You just might.’’

The two finish their snacks and put the plates on the counter before running off, to pretend to be superheroes or knights or whatever it is they are pretending to be now.

They’re giggles ring through the backyard of Tony and Pepper’s place as the adults return from upstairs, with boxes of old clothes.

‘’These fit Dallas just fine. They should fit your new addition, too.’’

‘’Woah, woah, woah,’’ T’Challa laughs, ‘’No, this is for the clothing drive at my work. I’m not ready for another child yet, Pepper.’’

Autumn is a delight, but she is a handful on her own.

Still, later that night, when he’s with his loving girlfriend, he does entertain the thought of another child. A child with her.

Suddenly, the pitter patter of another set of tiny feet doesn't sound too bad.

‘’She’s definitely going to win prom queen, Mr. Udaku. She’s so popular. Everyone likes her!’’

‘’Damien is exaggerating, baba.’’

Autumn is currently standing in front of T’Challa, her grandmother fussing with the mint blue fabric of her floor length, ball gown prom dress.

She's seventeen years old, in the last stretch of her senior year of high school. T’Challa is watching Damien Stark nervously pull at hsi amtching cumberband while Pepept Potts- Stark and Tony Stark take pictures of the duo.

They’ve officially been dating for seven months, but they’ve been together longer than that, T’Challa has watched them dance around each other for years, and it’s nice to see them finally be happy together.

Damien already knows the rules, and they all revolve around respecting Autumn and having her home no later than one. Yes, he is being lenient. Yes,all involved are surprised.

He has amount where he’s fixing Autumn’s corsage on her wrist while Tony and Pepper smooth out Damien’s tuxedo.

‘’You look like your mom.’’

She beams at that, thanking T’Challa before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

‘’I’ll be home no later than one, baba. I promise.’’

‘’Have a good time, intomba.’’

‘’Not too good of a time, ‘’Shuri stage whispers from where she is holding her youngest daughter, ‘’I don’t want to be a great aunt any time soon.’’

‘’Auntie Shuri!’’

‘’Shuri!’’

‘’I’m just being honest; she winks before hugging her niece, ‘’Have a good time. Stay safe.’’’

With a nod, the two teenagers say their goodbyes and head off to Damien’s car.

The last thing they hear is the combined laughter of Autumn and Damien before they get into the car, ready to head off to the and enjoy the prom.

The rain beats down on the window. Autumn Udaku stares out of it as the little raindrops make a pitter patter sound against the glass.

T’Challa runs a hand up and down the fifteen year old’s back, comforting her.

‘’I don’t see why he broke up with me, baba,’’ she whispers, wiping her freshly fallen tears.

She’s no stranger to disappointment, but she’s never known heartbraka like this. To find her boyfriend of six months, Tyler, has been cheating on her with Lyssa Moore? It hurts, and it hurts bad.

So who’s shoulder does she cry on?

Her baba’s of course.

‘’Relationships are often hard, intomba.’’

‘’Is it because she’s like, smarter? Prettier? I thought I was just as smart and pretty, but…’’

‘’You are, Autumn. I know this hurts. I’ve been here before. The thing is, he doesn't realize what he had. You’re an amazing young woman, Autumn.’’

‘’Baba, you have to say that. You're my dad,’’ she shakes her head.

‘’Do you want me to, like, go over and talk to him?’’

She laughs for the first time all day, wiping the back of her hand against her cheeks as she gets rid of more falling tears.

‘’No, baba. Damien already took care of that.’’

‘’Good. I’d much rather stay here with you,’’ he admits, ‘’Come on. Let’s go watch some television and relax.’’

Autumn stands with another nod, and her abab guides her to the living room. They watch old movies and her tears of sorrow quickly becomes tears of joy.

T’Challa wishes that he could protect her from anything that would break her heart, and from anyone who would hurt her feelings, but he can’t. He can only love her ad be there for her with life’s inevitable bumps in the road.

Autumn knows this, too. She’s just grateful for the safety belt that is her baba.

In six months, she’ll go on her first date with Damien Stark.

She’ll be thankful that he was there to catch her when she fell, too.

T’Challa loses his daughter in the store, and it terrifies him. He’s calling her ame and searching frantically for his five year old daughter, Nakia doing the same.

His heart feels like it’ll beat right out of his chest, his tongue feels like it is coated with sawdust, his stomach is doing flip flops.

That little girl is his whole world.

And he’s not sure what he will do if eh can’t find ehr.

Thankfully, Nakia finds her two minutes later, talking to some strangers about their groceries.

He’s scolding her for running off before eh and Nakia are both pressing kisses to her curls, thankful that she’s alright.

That night, they both talk to her about wandering off. She’s already small for her age, and that worries them in public enough.

From then on, she holds onto her ababa’s hand or ries patiently in the cart as it fills up with food.

Twenty years later, history will repeat itself as Autumn loses her child. She will experience the same emotions, find her son six minutes later, and press kisses to his head the way her parents did to hers.

It is then that she’ll understand even more how much her ababa and mommy love her.

And it’ll be a lesson that will keep her afloat when she feels less than.

Time marches on and thrings change. Autumn has grown into a bright young woman. She’s succeeding at her career and she’s got her own place.

It’s when she's twenty years old hat Damien Anthony Stark pays T’Challa a visit, a little, velvet in his coat pocket.

It’s ten after three when T’Challa gives his blessing, and Damien Stark seeks out Nakia.

Because he knows Autumn- she may not be old fashioned but her parents’ approval means a great deal to her.

It’s ten at night when T’Challa gets a message from Autumn, her and Damien beaming a the camera as she shows off the diamond ring that now takes residence on her ring finger..

And it’s at ten thirty that T’Challa goes to bed, for once grateful that time is marching on.

Because Autumn has turned into a beautiful, smart, kind, resourceful young woman.

And only time will tell just how she uses all of these things to change the world.

‘’Umbrella! Umbrella starts with ‘U’!’’

‘’Good job, Little Bit!’’

T’Challa and Erik and Shuri and Autumn and her baba’s girlfriend are all at the beach, enjoying a nice day at the beach.

The six year old is collecting seashells, placing them in the bucket as her family lounges under the blanket.

Years later, before the wedding, her bhabi and her mother and she will rush into the water,the waves lapping against them as they let out carefree laughs.

This easily one of her favorite places,and these memories will live on forever,

And she may just make more memories here with Damien Stark and a family of their own one day.

But that day is something far off, and right now, she’s content with putting seashells in buckets and spending time with her favorite people.

‘’I’m sorry. You want to be called what?’’

‘’Vivian.’’

T'Challa stares at his eight year old daughter as she sips on ehr soy milk, her hair back in two pigtails that move as she shifts back and forth.

‘’Why?’’

‘’So people will not make fun of my name,’’ she says matter of factly.

This has been an ongoing conversation of the past year. T'Challa knows that kids can be cruel, knows that his daughter has dealt with the hauntings of her classmates. So he agrees to call her ‘’Vivian’’ for the weekend to test it out.

She often forgets to respond, but Autumn eventually catches on and gets sued to being called ‘’Vivian’’.

It’s a week later that she decides she loves her name. Her cousin Erik ahs told her why her parents chose the name and she loves it.

Gone is ‘’Vivian’’ Udaku, and here to stay is Autumn Elizabeth Udaku.

For the world, that’s gonna have to be good enough.

Because it’s definitely good enough for her.

‘’Wakanda is so pretty,’’ her eyes widen as she stares at ll of the beautiful sights, food, clothing, items and people around her.

T’Challa and Nakia brought their child to Wakanda, to show her more of her heritage, to show them the land that they grew up in. She’s as overcome by the beauty of their home as they often are. She takes two learning everything, absorbing it like sht epsonge that she is.

She leaves the trip with three books about Wakanda, two dolls, two clothes with vibranium stitched into them, and a love and appreciation of where she comes from.

That, to her parents, is worth far more than anything else that she got on that trip.

When Autumn Udaku is eleven years old, she breaks her ankle. Dmaine and Naomi help her to the nurse and her stepmother is called and her abab meets them at the hospital.

An X-Ray is taken and she cries as she gets a cast.

T’Challa holds her hand the whole time and even makes her favorite for dinner.

She lies across the couch with her dad and stepmother and falls asleep to the silent humming of her baba.

Her X-Ray lies in her room, because Damien really wants to see it because he’s gonna be a doctor and all so he needs to know when things are broken.

She’s young and she’s scared about her ankle but it'll be alright.

Her family is there and they’ll help her get through this.

That’s one thing that the X-Ray can’t show her.

‘’Autumn this is awful.’’

‘’Baba, you aren’t even trying.’’

T'Challa does not regret driving six hours to see Autumn for her college first Parents’ Weekend.

He doesn't regret the fact that he’ll be sleeping in a hotel not to far away from the campus and that his wife won’t be with him because of her obligations at home.

He doesn’t even regret agreeing to do this yoga class with Autumn even though he’s a bit insecure if he’s doing the yoga positions right.

He regrets not stretching before beginning, and that’s evident when his daughter has to take him back to his hotel, stifling her laughter the whole way.

‘’Such an old man.’’

‘’Eh, is that anyway to talk to your baba?’’

‘’I’m sending a picture to momma. Smile.’’

He gives the goofiest smile that he can muster and Autumn throws her head back laughing.

It’s rare that they can just have a moment where it’s just the two of them, just like the old days.

So he enjoys any time they have together. Soon, she’ll be grown and won’t come home for holidays, so he spends as much time with ehr ow as he can.

She’s a beautiful and bright young lady, and she has great things i store for her There's no doubt.

But she can be his little daughter for just a little while longer.

She feels that too, msisdn days where hr abap would give her piggy back rides. So, yes. They can go to dinner and get a grilled cheese and a milkshake each and talk, just like the hold days.

She's’ a young woman now, and things have changed.

But not everything has to.

And some things never will.

For that, both of them are grateful.

T’Challa hugs his daughter, careful not to snag or pull down the zipper on the white, lace, tea length gown that she is wearing.

Today, she will officially become Mrs. Autumn Udaku-Stark. She’ll make a promise, as wilL Damien. T’Challa will give her away, and she’ll beigna new life as a married woman.

T'Challa's crying and he’s not ashamed to admit it.

‘’Baby, don't’ cry,’’ Autumns ighs as Nakia fusses over her dress sme more, ‘’Mommy. Please. It is fine.’’

‘’You look so beautiful,’’ Nakia sings, stepping back to look at her daugher.

She’s her in mannerisms, btu T’Challa in the face. She’s got her nose, is, btu T’Challa’s eyes and T’Challa’s smile.

T'Challa looks at his little girl, who is everything he’s ever dreamed she would be. He’s so kind and loving and smart and beautiful and where did the time go?

She’s putting her veil on now, and she notices T’Challa staring at her in the mirror.

‘’Mommy, can you give us a moment?’’

Nakia nods, exiting the room. She had a private talk with her this morning so she doesn't mind giving T'Challa and their daughter a moment alone.

Autumn's steps down, careful not to snag her gown on anything.

‘’You look like a vision,’’ T’Challa takes her hand,t wirlign her.

Autumn’s life is sprinkled with fond memories of dancing with her baba.

She remembers being three years old and being dressed up like Bell from the Disney movie ‘’Beauty and the Beast’’ and him holding her hands and letting her stand on his toes.

A year later he did the same thing at the daddy-daughter dance at her school.

Tonight, when vows are done and ake has been eaten, she dances with her baba. He whispers words of encouragement and love that are meant only for her, and her head rests against his shoulder as tears stream from both of their eyes.

Damien is dancing with Pepper, who is clutching him and sobbing at the fact that her baby boy is all grown up.

T’Challa can relate.

Some moments are precious and can’t be duplicated. They’re meant for only the people in them to remember. This seems like one of them.

He finally releases her hand, and Autumn glides over to her husband,

She’s all grown up. She’s a young woman, no longer a hyoung child. Pigtails have turned to high ponytails and pictures of them as a family have turned to weekly phone calls. It’s sweet, though. She is and always will be his baby girl.

Now, it’s time to watch her continue spreading her wings.

She’s a bright young woman with a marvelous future ahead of her,

T’Challa is content with that knowledge.

After all, what more could a baba want for his intomba?

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