#and I'm always listening to random shit like my tastes bounce around all over the place but wherever I'm at he's there too

[thedickcavettshow]

My dad and I have this weird telepathic connection that only covers our music taste like we only speak to each other a couple times a year but every time we do we're always listening to the EXACT same music at the exact same time. like we were texting the other day and I was like "yeah I've been getting really into Nat King Cole lately" and he's like "me too I've been listening to Ramblin' Rose" and yeah that's the same album I've been listening to. and I ask him what he was listening to over the summer and of course we were both listening to the same Tom Petty songs. Its so weird like every time I talk to him I ask what he's listening to and it's always without fail exactly what I'm listening to. Convergent evolution of music tastes

[supersizemeplz]

A Single Prick

DarkMagic!T'Challa x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic random one shot. I listened to Nina Simone's I Put A Spell On You as I wrote, it's recommended I suppose. Enjoy!

Day quickly turned to night, the full moon rising above the small town of the southern city. The cool temperatures had found their way into the once heated air, forcing the ones enduring the change to dress a little heavier. You pulled your stylish leather jacket tighter, feeling the breeze send a chill through you. Though this season was your favorite, you enjoyed it better when you were inside the warmth of your home.

You walked to the rhythm of your heels, humming to the tune of some song that suddenly entered your head. As you approached the store front of a family owned café, the words of the song fell into place with your humming. Furrowing your arched brows, you slowed your steps as you approached the display window. A few people were inside, the door was closed, yet you heard Nina Simone's voice clear as day. I put a spell on you.

Through the large store window, there was a small girl in a yellow dress. Her heavy bows bounced her ponytails as she spun to the song, shaking her shoulders slowly to the music. You zoned out, watching her as she seemed to move in slow motion. She reminded you of a younger version.. of you.

"A beautiful song, is it not?" A voice as smooth as silk pulled you from your trance. Turning from the window, you spotted the handsome stranger as he rested coolly against the front of the building. You recognized him, seeing him a few times when you were out and about. You'd both would made eye contact once, but he'd disappear when you turned away. "Nina Simone. Her voice is so soothing and leaves one with a sense of peace. At least to me..."

He smiled, giving a flash of gold on the bottom of his gapped smile. Short coils adorned his head like a crown, his eyebrows thick and maintained. The sharp outline of his jaw was enticing, but what caught your eye were his eyes. One of his eyes were an icy blue that contrasted with the natural brown of his other, and when he noticed you admiring it he raised an eyebrow. His lips pulled into a smirk of amusement. Long story short, the man was oddly fine as hell up close.

His long fingers gripped his jacket before he adjusted it on his shoulders. You watched him  slip his hand into the expensive looking coat, catching sight of the silver clawed necklace he wore. "I've seen you around town a few times, and promised myself I'd give you a gift the next time I seen you. Just to break the ice.." Pulling his hand from the inside of his jacket, he held out a back rose with gold trimmed petals. "A pretty flower for a even prettier lady."

You were beautiful to him. With long legs and thick thighs to support you, he could admire you all day long. Nearly perfect. You were new to the small city he'd grown up in, no one knew anything of you. From what he'd taken in, you were always to yourself and didn't get out much. His research took a little longer than expected but now that he had his info he had to have you.

Anybody else and you would have declined his gift and kept it pushing, but something about him held you. So you ignored your paranoid ways of thinking. You accepted his gift, your hand brushing his he handed you the rose. "It's beautiful. Thank you, Sir." He smiled at your voice, licking his lips. With a short dismissive head shake, he told you to just call him T'Challa. "Thank you, T'Challa.. This makes today a bit better than it was going."

His eyebrows furrowed with concern. He straightened his posture, looking down at you. "Why would someone as pretty as yourself be so down?" Sighing, you looked down at the rose twirling between you fingers. It was your favorite flower. You brought the flower to your nose, taking a small sniff as a distraction. "Sorry if I'm being forward. Y/N. I don't mean to be. We don't have to discuss it." He cleared his throat, stepping back.

You shook your head. "No, it's fine. I just wish.." With an eye roll, you finally met his gaze. "I just wish that what others do wouldn't effect me so much. It'd be nice to not be able to feel anything negative.." You shrugged it off, averting eye contact once again. "But I should get going, T'Challa. I'll be fine with a little Netflix and ice cream.. Again, thanks for the rose. Maybe I'll see you around and we can hang out soon."

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Locking the door behind you, you turned to the spaciousness of your apartment. It was finally starting to feel like home since the move in weeks before. Tossing your house keys into the bowl on the end table by the door, you exhaled. This was it. Home sweet home.

After fifteen minutes of eating leftovers, you were headed down the hall to your room. Your gifted rose in hand. The hardwood floor was cold against your bare feet until you hit the carpet of your bedroom. You approached your dresser, choosing clothes to sleep in. As you rummaged through the graphic tees, you couldn't help but think about T'Challa.

His velvety voice had caressed your soul, toyed with your hormones. The fullness of his lips and how good they looked when they spread into a smile. Those eyes of his were so enchanting. Something about him was addictive, yet you couldn't put your finger on it. It just made you yearn to be near him, to get to know him better. Soon definitely isn't soon enough.

"Shit." Just like that you were snatched back into reality. "I didn't even know it was a fucking thorn on the stem.." Dropping the flower onto your dresser, you examined your finger. A droplet of blood formed before dripping onto the dresser, tainting the beautiful petals of the rose. You'd tend to it after a shower. Sighing, you grabbed your clothes from the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. The dim glow of the blackened petals going unnoticed.

Your clothes pooled around your nude body before you stepped from the pile, the blood still oozing from your ugly cut. Soft music from Pandora played through the portable speaker on the bathroom counter, calming your thoughts as steamed filled the bright room. The glass door shut softly behind you as the water of the shower began its moisture massage.

Lathering the towel with soap, you began covering your body in suds. The unscented soap left a fresh scent wafting into the air, but something was different about. Almost like a faint cologne. You ignored the odd occurrence before slipping your soap into its box, stepping further under the water to rinse yourself. Just as you closed your eyes to enjoy the pointed streams, a shadow like passed the fogged glass. It was gone as fast as it came, but went unseen anyways.

Turning off the water and stepping from the shower, the instrumental of the song from earlier began. You glanced towards the speaker, raising an eyebrow. The song seems so popular today. Taking a deep breath, you shrugged the eerie feeling off.

You bent down to check the lower cabinets for your band-aids, pulling the Halloween themed box from the first aid kit. "I shouldn't need ointment, right?" Taking one from the box, you held up your finger to see that the cut was gone. Your eyebrows pushed together in confusion, staring at the healed digit.

"What the hell?" Smoothing your thumb over the skin, there wasn't a trace of the scar. You couldn't have imagined that. First it was dealing with messy people out to get you at work and now you were hallucinating. A nap was long over due.

Finally looking to the mirror, your heart stopped. Written in the fog of the mirror was soon isn't soon enough. Your lips parted to gasp, but they didn't budge. Bringing your trembling hands to your lips, your fingers grazed your lips. Sewn shut. Wiping an arm across the mirror to erase the fog, your eyes widened at the sight of dark thread laced neatly around your lips. Your muffled screams echoed through the bathroom as your eyes began to water from fear.

"Aww, now. Don't cry pretty girl.." That voice. You whipped around, holding your towel tighter around you. "There's no reason to be afraid, Kitten. The Shadowman is here to help." Himself, of course. T'Challa unfolded his arms, straightening from his previous leaned position on the door frame of the bathroom. He took a small step forward, and you backed further into the sink with a whimper.

"That there rose I gifted you, it has bonded us together. The scar you had was only a temporary thing, but that blood the rose took.." He grinned, flashing that lone gold tooth once again. What once made your heart flutter, now made it drop. "Has bonded us for life." You didn't realize the tears that fell as he spoke. His long finger wiped away an escaped tear before he brought it to his lips to taste its saltiness. A chuckle radiated from his chest as he licked his lips. "With a soul as sweet as yours, you could balance the chaos in my life."

His lips were inches from captured ones as he spoke. "I actually see something in you.." He rested his hands on your shoulders as he turned you back to the mirror. "See, Kitten. A man with my power gets what he wants.." His hands waved in front of the mirror and what appeared was a wedding scene. A dark one, at that.

Everyone was dressed in black, hints of dark purples were hidden in the vision. A bride and her groom stood at the altar, present before a wicked looking voodoo priestess. The groom was clearly T'Challa, that face was easy to recognize. But the bride. Her face was veiled in dark lace to hide her identity, a fitted dress just as dark adorned her body.

"And what I want is you. Now the only question is, will you give me your heart and soul willingly..." He snapped his fingers and the bride lifted her veil. It was you. You jumped back at the sight of your blacked out eyes, hitting against his brick wall of a chest. His chuckle chilled you to the core. "Or am I going to have to drain it from you, and leave your vessel to rot away.."

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