#give me happy Erik and nobody will get hurt

[inmymagnetoera]

i know it might be an unpopular opinion but i love when in fanfiction Erik is "🥰🐰🎀🍰💞" instead of "😡⛓🖤🤬" (Although I also wrote Erik like that in my stories) I mean this man has already suffered so much in canon at least in fanfiction i want him to be a happy little cute bunny

Also give me Dark!Charles thank you goodbye.

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Q1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I came back to Blessed By Khonshu, My Son Comes Back to Me after the death of my dad and the loss of myself during those two years of doing care work, I did not for myself, I pushed my thoughts, my feelings downward just did what I was told.

The day of my father's death...I knew something was up, I felt something was wrong as my sister and her boyfriend was over; but nobody was telling me anything. I just went about my day as usual. I made brownies at the say so of my Aunt because my sister was deeply upset. They wouldn't even allow me to go into his room. It was until the evening that I pressed my aunt on it; but she didn't give me a straight answer; I wasn't getting her subtext, I'm actually autistic and one of my challenges is not picking up on social cues; so my mom came in and I screamed at her wanting to know WTF; she finally told me that my father was dying. Not even an hour later, my father died.

It was the worse kind of ableism; infantilization. it came from my mom. She withheld information and made a decision for me. I'd never been so angry and enraged in my life. I find myself not wanting to forgive her. It hurt and cut so deep.

I just felt like I didn't matter. Afterwards, things came out my grandmother treated my dad like shit along with her other children and fucked them big time; she just didn't care and because of my dad's dyslexia he was illiterate (this is pre-ADA). It made a lot of things make sense growing up and how my Dad barely interacted with my grandmother and grandfather; I don't blame him.

I wanted just to write a novel to vent my frustrations; so I chose this one. It started off as quick writing style not as intensive as The God and The Thief to keep people happy while I wrote that and it slowly starting becoming more and more important in my life and so the writing style became fuller.

Q2. What scene did you first put down?

The first scene that I put down was chapter 1, it OG was posted on Tumblr after an emotional breakdown that I had during my Gender & Globalization class; I was not in a good place emotionally. I had to write something dark, so I stayed up until 2 AM to write it.

Q9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

I would have to say there is some cross pollination between versions of En Sabah Nur in my fics.

But there are alternate versions of scenes like when Sabah Nur is connecting to the world through electronics. I was going to write a page just seeing all things he gets into like hacking all the universities in the world and getting the world's history; language files, breaking into Boeing, Raytheon and defense industry forcing them to go congress to explain what secrets got out; shutting down and causing a fire in a Trask industry production plant and shutting down a vital important part that came from Denmark so basically all his electronics and Trask industry filing for bankruptcy; shutting down pipelines in the US; shutting down trains in the Soviet Union; nearly causing black outs and watching all old documentary and broadcasts and tv shows and basically turn ALL TVs on.

Chapter 6 was OG chapter 3.

Like had planned on Erik leaving in chapter 3 (I was going to add an extra scene where he is packing up)

Charles going into Cerebro again and but unable to find Peter and going through his connection the Scotland meadows (chapter 5), however Sabah Nur laid a trap for Charles. Which makes sense with the arrow description in chapter 6. Charles's powers being de-buffed; it nearly kills him; Cerebro destroyed; Erik senses something wrong goes into rescues him and Charles wakes up that night with Erik next to him (he still DEEPLY cares about Charles).

What I have planned is more absolutely terrifying of what Sabah Nur can do. THERE Is a FUCKING reason why En Sabah Nur is considered a god. It makes him FUCKING TERRIFYING.

Charles contacting Raven on an brick phone to see if she can find Peter, waking her up in the middle of the night.

In chapter 5 that OG was Peter stirring the pot between (under Sabah Nur's control; Charles contacting him with Cerebro) Charles and Erik of one another's jealously and it was going to end with Peter losing hope and knowing no one is coming to save him. Peter needs more agency.

Then I made another twist after listening Both Reached for the Gun Chicago (Musical) ; its foreshadowed in beginning, its practically telegraphed.

@mysticillusionfox

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Multiple Ideas || Kenshin || 4.3 || RE: Erisu, END, Erik A, Kokone, Jae-min

Listening along to the debate at hand, Kenshin remains rather quiet. He taps a finger against his podium for a few moments, trying to spark some ideas as to what’s going on. However, with more people confirming alibis, he drops his hand, before nodding.

“Okay, so that’s Erik A, Adrik and Akito for sure clear. END probably too. Plus, I can vouch for Byrne, along with what Erik A said, so he’s clear. Plus, with something else in mind, I know he wouldn’t do this. Trust me on that. If I’m missing anyone, correct me.”

Although as Erisu addresses him, Kenshin pauses for a moment, before flashing a small smile.

“Sorry, I can’t exactly remember what time I met up with Kokone. Once again, I wasn’t paying attention to the time, I just know it was after 8 am, but if Kokone says it was around 8:20 then I trust her.” Sorry, sorry…

However, once Jae-min goes on his rant, the look on his face instantly shifts into a look of disappointment. Oh dear fucking god this guy. Quietly, he sighs, before looking over his way.

“I’m not going to repeat a lot of the shit said already but… I don’t want to vote for you just because. I wouldn’t do that to anyone, even if I dislike them. Voting someone innocent to die isn’t the nice and easy way out of it. While there certainly are things that would prove that you’re innocent, just…”

His voice trails. “Do you really want us to throw just out of spite? Because what happens if your method of spite blows up in your face? What happens if the random victim chooses Erisu or Byrne? Is that what you really want? Instead of giving a straightforward answer to prove your innocence in this fucked up place, you possibly lose one of them?”

There, Kenshin sighs, slightly annoyed but trying to keep his calm. “I’m not going to fucking argue though. There’s still a lot of shit that needs to be solved. Just.. consider, not being a pain in the ass when we’re trying to help you.”

Back to it, a more serious look on his face. Let’s get thinking.

“Okay, the person who bought the sheets is the person who wants to set a fire to possibly destroy the machine. That raises two questions. Who would want to destroy the machine to possibly prevent any more people from losing their memories? That, or could they have been aiming to also prevent us from getting the rest of our memories back as well? I’m just thinking. So the person who set the trap and wanted to start the fire are different people, which gets me thinking….”

“.......” God he doesn’t want to say this. “If nobody owns up to the AION trap or the arson attempt…. Could Erika L have done one of them? I don’t mean that in a malicious way, but it’s a possibility. I don’t know what she was like after the second round of missing memories, but after the first round she seemed really happy so destroying the machine maybe could have been a possibility after second round if things got worse for her. A possibility I would like to be wrong but…” Shrug. “I have no other ideas.”

“Also, thank you Erik for clearing up what the blood was in the sink, but there’s still no explanation for the blood trail. If need be, we can search but…. I just want to think some more about it before we jump to that idea. My current guess is maybe they were hurt with the missing knife? It’s clear that something must have happened in the library, considering the dropped key, blood trail and missing knife but… let me think some more. Is there enough evidence for some kind of possible scuffle? I mean, it certainly could put Erika L in the right position to be crushed by the bookshelf, if the killer got her in the right place then activated the command..”

“I don’t know really. I’m just throwing ideas out. Maybe she could have pushed someone out of the way, that got her into the right position, maybe that person was the killer. Who knows.” He thinking!!!

“The killer sharing the meal with Erika L does make sense. Though, I’m not sure when it happened either. I will say, the killer could have used this time to dispose of their plans in the eatery trash, that, or they came back later when no one else was there.”

Although, as some of Erik’s information processes some more, Kenshin pauses. “....could the killer have worked with the person who set up the arson attempt? In the sense like… they’ll buy all the tools to destroy the machine if the second person could buy the sheets back? Considering if the killer paid for AION’s help plus all the tools, it must have cost them so much. Then, they must have had the same ideas as to wanting to prevent people from losing more memories or gaining them back.”

“.....with that thought, the killer must have planned a bit then. The arson stuff would of course be impromptu, but planning out an elaborate scheme with precise calculations, buying enough to set it up and have a way to activate it without the necessary strength. Then, find a way to dispose of the printed plans, which loops into meeting Erika L in the eatery, then somehow heading back to the library. God, there was a lot to fucking consider.”

“Once again, I’m just throwing ideas out there. Hopefully something sticks.”

[rimaiahwrites]

Red handed—

Chapter seven

After Erik drove away Israel came in to the house grinning even though he low key pissed her off.

She was still happy that she got to spend time with him, Erik was actually bringing happiness and excitement to her dull life and she couldn't be happier about it.

Israel walked right passed her brothers and into the kitchen, not even noticing all her brothers and their friends sitting in the living room looking at her like she lost her mind.

She grabbed a water bottle and began to chug it. Until she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and started choking on the cold water. Noah got up from the floor and made his way over to pat her on the back.

When she got her choking under Control, she waved at them giving her best smile trying not to look suspicious.

"Who the fuck was that nigga you was wit'?" Her smile dropped.

"What are you talking about I-" Jay cut his eyes at her, daring her to lie to his face. Israel rolled her eyes trying to play it off. "He's Just one of my friends jay, relax."

"Since when do you have guy friends?" He asked walking into the kitchen. Everyone now quiet like he was some sort of king.

"Since when did I have to answer to you?" Israel spit back, looking him up and down. Jay was a bit taken back from her tone because it wasn't like her to get go smart mouth with him.

"Since you were born fuck you mean when? You forgetting that you the youngest?" He said cocking his head back like she just said the most stupidest shit ever. "no but You keep forgetting I'm grown. I can do as I please." She hissed slamming the freighter door shut. "I'm not no damn baby anymore, stop trying to tell me what I can and can't do I'm grown rather you like it or not, the fuck" she said stepping up to him as if he wasn't 6'0 and bulky grown man. not even realizing that she had raised her tone with him...or that she was cussing.

"Girl-" she quickly held her hand up to hush him. "No! I'm so done with this shit! Y'all three get to do whatever y'all want and y'all still live in mom and dads house and don't nobody say shit to y'all but when I hang out with someone of the opposite gender it's a problem? as if you did just sneak that girl In your room not to long ago, as if y'all wasn't fucking in there while mom was downstairs right under your room." She spit out dropping her head down a bit to give him a death stare. She was so irritated and had so much adrenaline running through her, she was shaking.

"You really can't say shit to me jay!" She said slapping her hand on the counter, and her other hand in her hip. Looking like a middle aged black mama yelling at her disobedient child while jay just stood there staring wildly at her but there wasn't much he could say. It was all true. She cut him up and now he was stuck not knowing what to say.

It was quiet in the living room and kitchen.

Jays friends didn't say a thing but they were fully entertained with the argument going on between the two Sibling.

"So what you just fucking random niggas now? Huh? That's where you was last night? At that niggas house being a hoe?" He shouted, veins popping out the side of his head. Israel face dropped at his words and they stung more then she thought they would.

You could hear a pin drop nobody made a move or spoke a word. Just a silent staring contest between the two. Jays fists balled, shoulders squared looking like he was ready to fight while Israel on the other hand was her eyes were getting glossy and her breathing heavy. She could feel the lump in her throat getting harder to swallow.

She cleared her throat and turn to walk back to get her bag by the front door. And heading up stairs, there was nothing else to be said. Israel now knew that her big brother saw her as nothing more then just a hoe, he has made it very clear today.

Israel waited until she was 18 just to talk to men and now he was calling her a hoe not even knowing that she only stayed for the night, And that was all. But there was no point in arguing with jay, he was stubborn and a asshole. if that's what he thought that's what he thought.

She shut her bedroom door and headed straight to her bed, stuffing her face in her pillow tears coming down like a waterfall.

She was Tempted to call Erik just so he could come get her of the hell hole she called home.

Maybe that was over dramatic but she hated it here, she loved her family but being with them 24/7 wasn't something she planned on doing once she turned eighteen. She honestly thought she would have been treated like her brothers were but then again she was never given a fraction of the freedom her brothers has. She was never treated like her feelings mattered, everything has always been about the boys.

You would think that since she's the only daughter her father has she would be treated like a princess and get away with everything but that definitely wasn't the case with her father. She was always the one to get yelled at first, she was always the first one to get blamed for something she didn't do and was always the first to get it the worst of her siblings.

Her father was a strict, mean military man that had no Sympathy for anyone and he clearly passed that down to his oldest son.

She was so sick of crying over them, she was so sick of being mistreated.

With tears still running down her face she sat up and took a deep breath feeling like she was dropping down into that deep hole she liked to hide herself in when she was feeling down.

His words replaying in her head like a broken record. She wasn't a hoe and she knew that and she knew that she didn't sleep with Erik but some how his words sank into her skin so deep that she felt dirty. Like she had committed some sort of sin.

She was only having fun, and finally getting the teenage experience she never got to have when she was younger.

Israel was tired of crying over things her family has said to her it was time for her to stop letting their words hurt her and effort her mental health.

She stood up from her bed and decided that she wanted to take a flower bath and just pray her troubles away.

-

Erik parked his black Mercedes-Benz G-Class outside of the were house he owned. This was the place he kept all of his weapons, books, important papers and information he had collected over the years of him being in college and the navy.

He and ten of his close friends that he met in the navy had formed a elite group of former navy seals. Their jobs were to Take down small governments and expose them. They also would kill small amounts of police officers and clans men which 9 times outta 10 were the same group of men.

About six months age they made a little mistake that almost got them caught which would've cost them their lives which is why they took a break to regroup to better themselves. Erik and three of his boys ace, zeik and Rae all trained the hardest they ever have far as fighting techniques, Brent, rocky and von all worked with weapons and the rest of the boys were hackers.

Today was their first meeting in six months. Erik has changed Plans and moved things from the original date so this meeting is important.

Erik walked to the side door of the warehouse and slide up the side  paneling to reveal the handprint scanner, that was the only way to get into it up less you climb to the very top and through the window but the chances of that happening was slim. Once he was into he went to the corner of the large warehouse and behind the staircase that lead you to go upstairs which was empty.

He walked into the staircase little door where there was a another door that used Voice activation to open. "State your name please." a robotic voice said as it Scanned his face. "Erik Stevens."

"Face scan complete, welcome back erik." The voice said as the heavy Metal door opened to Reveal his underground lab.  "Feels good to be back." Erik Chuckled as he walked down the steps. All of his boys turned their heads from the game of pool to Erik. "Ayo Erik where you been at motherfucka you was supposed to be here a hour and a half ago." Erik grin as he dubed ace up ignoring zeik interrogation. "Right and you be the main one mad if Someone else late to the meetings." Rae butted in.

Erik rolled his eyes.

"If y'all don't shut the fuck up, I gotta life to I just got caught up." He shrugged them off as he walked over to his desk. Rae eyebrows raised as he looked at the rest of them and they all were just as confused as him. Erik and "personal" just didn't go together in the same sentence, if he wasn't working out he was working. Erik was always work, work, work.

Brent smirked as he grabbed his water  bottle and took a sip "him must got a new bitch or sum'" ace snorted "nigga yeah right that nigga ain't been in a relationship in years, Erik fucks and dips." It was true. That just wasn't like Erik.

"All I hear is you motherfuckas being worried about me let's get to work!" Erik clap his hands exactly as he went into the meeting room with the rest of the men following.

-

After a four hour meeting they had finally figured everything out. It was now 10:46 and Erik was tired, Israel sleeping over had him exhausted since it fucked up his sleep schedule. On a normal day Erik was in bed 11 o'clock and up at 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep was very important to a healthy life style. It was Proven that people that get at least 7 hours of sleep they live longer.

Soon as Erik got home he took a shower and got straight in bed. he didn't even bother putting on clothes.

It's almost been a week since Erik has last spoken to Israel since he had been so busy. It's been strictly wake up, eat, work, train and work some more he didn't really have time to hang or call.

He felt a little bad for it but he knew that she knew he wasn't ignoring her intentionally...at least he hoped she knew that.

Today Erik was going to the gun range with ace just to do some training and catch up with him since they really hasn't had the chance to do that.

Since ace's car was in the shop right now so erik decided to pick him up instead of him catching a Uber. Soon as erik pulled up to aces Apartment he saw he step out of his door and jogged over to the passenger side.

"Wassup E," he said as he sat his bag down in the back seat. "Wassup bro you ready to show these niggas how to aim?" Erik said jokily as he drove off.

Erik cooked his AMT and aimed it at the head of the paper man all the way in the range and let multiple bullets fly from it giving him a slight rush. He adjusted his safety glasses and gripped the handle of the gun again before pulling the trigger but aiming at a different figure. Him and ace were both in their own little worlds before the ringtone from Erik's phone pulled him back down to earth, it caught aces attention too.

It was Israel.

Erik beamed down at the screen but Debated if he should answer it or not, he wanted to he really did but decided it would be best if he called her later since he could barely hear from all the gun shots being fired.

"Who was that? Got you smiling and shit..." ace asked with his eyebrows raised. Placing his gun down to face Erik. "Nigga why you so damn nosy?" Erik cut his eyes at him while blindly putting his phone back into his pocket.

"What you mean nigga? I'm just trying to see who making my dawg so happy is that a crime?" He said jokingly jerking his head back. Erik rolled his eyes.

"It's was one of my friends." Erik stated before grabbing his gun again trying to get off the topic. Ace put his hand out and pushed the gun down before he could pull the trigger.

"What friend? cause the last time i checked we had the same circle of friends?" Erik sigh getting annoyed with aces interrogation. Did he want to tell his best friend about Israel? Hell nah. Because he know his best friend and he knows he's going to go over bored and start doing the most with questions.

"You don't know her. Drop it nigga."

"Her? So you got a bitch or sumn'" Erik shock his head not even meaning to slip up and say anything. It was to late to take back now. "Nah she not my girl, we just been chilling." Erik shrugged, as he corrected him.

"Lemme see what she look like nigga how you know I don't know her?"

"Hell nah nigga stop being nosy-"

"Ok but if I had a bitch I would show you-"

"She not a bitch tho." Erik said sternly in their back and forth bickering. As annoyed as Erik was ace had a point and they both knew it. Ace talked to him about everything and if he was interested in a girl Erik would be the first to know about it. Erik put his gun on safety and sat it down before digging In his back pocket to grab his phone.

He scrolled through his camera until he found his favorite picture of Israel. It was one she sent to him not to long ago, her hair was wild with tiny ringlet coils. Her lips and mouth were stained red from the dumdum that hung from it. She had her white silk night gown on and a dainty rose flower necklace that hung between her collarbone.

Erik handed him the phone and watched as he brought his fist up to his mouth. "Nigga she fine as fuck damn where you find her at?"

"A party I went to not to long ago, she was shy as fuck she would barely talk to me." Erik chuckled taking his phone back to put it back in his pocket. "We been hanging out the last few weeks, she cool." Erik said nonchalantly to make it seem like he wasn't feeling shordy as much as he was. To someone like didn't know Erik as well as ace did he would've them really thinking he didn't like her and it wasn't a big deal but ace knew.

"You feeling her?" Ace asked facing Erik now, Erik shrugged.

"Like I said she cool."

"Mm." Was all ace said. Erik didn't need to answer, ace already knew the answer.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 3, Chp. 9″

"Black Butterfly, sail across the waters Tell your sons and daughters what the struggle brings Black Butterfly, set the skies on fire Rise up even higher So the ageless winds of time can catch your wings"

Deniece Williams – "Black Butterfly"

Disa spotted Pamela in the middle of the floor.

The moment the beat hit her ears, Pamela threw her head back and tossed her ass in a circle letting Disa know it was good to go.

The beginning was always the difficult part of her sets when she was trying to create a montage of feelings through sound. There were peaks and valleys she had to hit in order to hold the audience hostage. She almost lost it halfway through Zana High Life when the host shouted out DJ Geechee Dan standing on the side of the stage. Disa had been trying to find him up in the VIP section and he was right there, less than twenty feet from her watching her cut up a live mix.

It was Erik that saved her from bumbling her set as she focused on him moving instead of Geechie Dan being so near her. He came out of nowhere and she had no idea he could dance so well. The boy showed out and Pamela tried to keep up. It brought a smile to her lips to see him grab her homegirl and dance Pamela around. No one had ever been able to hang with her, and Erik pushed the woman to go all out.

Disa reeled everyone back in when she let Erik's voice quote "Beloved" over the music. He matched the tone of the syncopated beats. It sounded romantic. Dreamy. She took a respite and let the mix play as she watched him dance. So fluid. Like water. She knew he practiced capoeira and decided to go off script and freestyle her set. Dragging down some berimabau sounds, she cued up a Brazilian jam and dropped it on top of her own drumming in time to the stringed instrument. It struck like a thunderbolt on Erik and it shocked her to see him backflip and hold his body in a handstand as his legs moved in slow motion before he crouched on the floor low and swayed to the ancient sounds.

The boy was bad.

Loose hips and expressive arm movement fooled everyone into thinking he was just jamming instead of showing off a martial art. Disa was in awe and almost missed her next transition cue because she was so mesmerized by him. How could that brainy, standoffish, and arrogant man-child turn into a snake-hipped God of the dance?

Pamela jumped back on him and Disa played with them both by skipping her planned closing and taking the two of them to the Black Queer spaces she roamed with Pamela and friends. Punching up the voice of the icon Selvin Mizrahi, aka MC Debra, Disa brought in ballroom beats.

"That shouldn't have been the question," echoed about the space and Pamela stopped dancing with Erik and pointed a finger at Disa.

"Don't play with me, bitch!" Pamela shouted before she dropped to the floor and duck walked like the diva she was. This attracted their other homegirl Tatum who dipped several times making Yamilet stand aside with weak knees. Pamela played with Tatum in a simulated ballroom battle over Erik's attention until Tatum pushed Pamela aside and twirled around the youngster capturing his attention. The audience roared when Erik dropped into his own duck walk challenging Tatum. Erik's friends howled and the entire venue lost it when he dipped three times in front of Tatum making her storm off in a pretend huff as he duck walked after her before spinning on his back and shoulders. He grabbed Tatum's hand and ground on her ass with the closing notes of Disa's set. Loud whistles and claps erupted, and she waved to the crowd before the lights switched over to the next DJ who looked frightened at the prospect of following up after her.

Tatum rushed over to her swiping back long strands of crimped and twisty hair.

"Girl, your lil man was out here giving what he was supposed to give! Is he…?"

"Erik? No, I don't believe so."

"He was putting that thang on me like he wanted a piece of the good, Sis. He grab on me again like that and I'll let him get a taste."

Tatum's dark brown eyes were glossy from drinking and she followed Disa as she carried her crate of vinyl to the green room.

"He's not the type to turn mean if he knows….y'now…" Tatum said.

"He's very open. I don't think he'd trip to know you're Trans."

"Good. Cuz he could get it from any of these women out here. Did you see him move? I know Pamela is butt hurt that she was not the center of the dance universe tonight."

Tatum watched her tuck her crate under a covered table and push them far back with her jacket on top of it with her computer bag.

"I liked how you closed out your set."

"People liked it, yeah?"

"Yeah, but I worry cuz you know how these niggas be wildin' if you bring in the Fam in hetero spaces. Everybody turns into homophobe and kills the vibe for everybody."

Disa's cell buzzed. She pulled it from her back pocket.

"Yamilet and them. She's out by the car now."

Disa dragged her crate back out and Tatum carried her computer bag for her. They headed outside to the parking lot. Yamilet was there with Pamela, and Essie. She opened her trunk and Disa dumped her stuff. The women gave her joyous hugs and high fives before they traipsed back in to catch the other DJs.

Erik ran up to her breathless.

"Hey! I thought you were leaving!"

Disa patted his arm.

"No, just putting my gear away. Erik, these are my friends…"

She introduced everyone, and Erik shook their hands. Tatum and Pamela gave him big hugs and Yamilet snapped her fingers at him.

"Geechie… Hey! Geechie Dan, hold up!" Erik shouted.

Disa's heart dropped in her belly. Erik shook her idol's hand and brought him over to Disa.

"This is Disa Abdullah-Woods, your biggest fan," Erik said.

"My dear, sweet, woman, you are a master class of gifts. That set was-"

Geechie Dan kissed his fingers to end his praise.

Disa held out a trembling hand to him.

"No, that's not gonna do, Buttafly. Bring it in," he said opening his arms wide.

Disa burst into tears.

"Hey, I'm nobody to cry over," he whispered.

Geechie Dan gave Disa a big hug, and she stood there like a blubbering baby. The years that she spent practicing what she would say to the man if she ever met him in person went straight out the window. She used to laugh at people who became overly emotional meeting celebrities, but now she totally understood the overwhelming feeling that surged through her.

She wiped her eyes and Erik rubbed her back with gentle circles.

"I've been a fan since I was a little kid," she stammered out.

"Erik here told me. I told him how much I enjoyed his dancing and he just went in about you."

A crowd surrounded Geechie Dan, but he ignored them, his twinkling eyes on her.

"It has been a long time since I've seen a DJ create a set with so much intention behind it. You have something special in you, young lady. Never lose that gift."

Disa's mouth seemed to lose all ability to work. All the things she wanted to say stalled in her throat. He was there in the flesh. Standing in front of her.

"Disa has a radio show you should go on," Erik suggested.

"Oh yeah? Give me your number. I'll call you up and we can chop it up."

Geechie Dan pulled out his cell and Disa gave him her number, her voice a soft shell of its usual assertive tone.

"When I get some free time, I'll hit you up. Excuse me, they want me back up on stage. Amazing set, Disa. Keep spinning!"

The man shook her hand with both of his and his entourage and promoters swept him away.

"She's still in shock," Yamilet said waving her hand in Disa's face.

Erik's bright smile attracted her attention. Had he not spoken to the man, Disa may very well have missed her opportunity to meet him, let alone remember to ask the man for a radio interview. Her mind floated with the surreal nature of the experience. Her cell buzzed.

Here's my number. I'll be in New York in a few weeks, would be open to an in-person radio interview.

Geechee Dan's personal cell number. She had it. In her palm.

Disa reached out and grabbed Erik's shoulders. She planted a big fat kiss on his lips.

"Damn, what was that for?" he said.

"Being here," she said.

He wiped his lips and smiled.

"Erik…"

Chloe slinked up and slipped her arm in Erik's, tugging him towards the dance floor. Disa watched him enter the thick crowd of swaying bodies to dance once more.

###

Her night was a dreamy success.

Disa stayed in a popular hotel with her friends, and they hung out in the bar. Erik strolled into the lobby with his friends. In a tipsy stupor, Disa walked over to him with a fresh drink in her hand. "Didn't know you were staying here too," she said.

He took the drink from her and sipped it down.

"Hey… you can't drink this here out in the open, you're underage!"

She snatched it away from his lips.

"Nah, it's after midnight… I'm twenty-one now," he said.

"Oh, shit. It's your birthday? Today?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday, Erik!"

She hugged him tight and gave him the glass of liquor.

"Enjoy," she said.

"What room are we in?" Jace asked.

Erik's dorm companion looked sleepy along with two other guys.

"301," Erik said handing Jace a key card.

Disa's friends called for her to return to the bar counter.

"Come celebrate with us," she said pointing to her group.

"I'm beat, to be honest. Thanks for asking me though."

"If you change your mind, we'll be down here."

"Good to know."

"Thanks for everything, Erik. Tonight was really special and meant a lot to me. Especially with you hooking me up with Geechie Dan."

"Glad to make your dream come true."

His eyes penetrated hers.

"Okay grown-ass man, go to bed," she said pushing on his arm playfully.

"You're drunk," he teased.

"A happy one at that," she said stumbling off to join her girls.

Three more drinks later, after a heated discussion with a group of men who hovered around them trying to interject their unwanted opinions about dating, Disa leaned over the bar counter and asked for a special birthday cocktail for Erik. She went to the lobby restroom, collected the drink afterward, and excused herself from her friends. She took the elevator to the third floor and found Erik's room. The fruity exotic drink had a lot of strong liquor in it. Knocking on the door, she waited for someone to answer. She could hear a tv on and talking going on inside.

Kelvin, a cute nerdy string bean answered the door.

"Is Erik up?" she asked.

Kelvin's eyes nearly popped out looking at her.

"You were so good," he yelped.

"Thank you… um… Erik?"

"He's not here."

"Not here? Did he go out?"

"No, he's in that room," Kelvin said pointing across the hall to room 302.

"Thanks," she said.

Kelvin closed the door and Disa did a one-eighty and rapped her knuckles on the new door. She toyed with the blue umbrella and pineapple garnish on his drink. Erik answered. Shirtless and wearing tight gray boxers.

"Hey," she said.

"Um… Hi. 'sup?"

"Birthday drink. A proper one."

She thrust it out to him and tried to brush past him, but he held an arm up in the door jamb blocking her. Her brain failed to register that he didn't want her inside, and she bumped against him, her breasts touching his chest.

"I can't come in?"

"I have someone here," he said.

Her eyes cut behind him. Chloe was draped in nothing but a sheet, the tops of her breasts threatening to spill over her arm that clutched the covers.

"Oh, snap. I'm sorry. I thought you were staying with the guys over there. Didn't realize you had your own room. Here, enjoy the drink," she said.

Erik took the bulbous glass, and his expression was full of embarrassment. He stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him. Disa stepped back from him and fumbled with her hands.

"Handle your business. It's time for me to get to bed myself… get some sleep. Have fun!"

She tried to sound jovial, but something in the back of her throat made her voice accusatory. As if she caught him doing something behind her back. For months she thought of Erik as her little pet. He was her loyal puppy, and she had to admit she enjoyed all the fawning he did over her. But he was also a young man with needs. She tried not to look at the package that was hanging in his underwear. The outline of it was showing off. God forbid if he was a grower too.

"Me and Chloe kinda got this thing going on now…"

"New girlfriend and good birthday sex is a blessing. Night Erik."

She turned to leave and pivoted back to him.

"Can I put on a birthday dinner for you and your family? I know you're planning on eating at Toulouse, but I would love to host your birthday party at my place."

"That's too much Disa. I have a lot of people coming in from all over."

"How many?"

"Fifteen—"

"Pfft, boy, you've been to my dinner parties, you know how I get down. Fifteen is nothing for me."

"The cost alone will be crazy—"

"Let me handle that. You deserve a special day. You made my night amazing, let me show my appreciation. What would you like to eat?"

Erik's eyes grew thoughtful, they dropped to look at his drink.

"I love your Confit de Canard,"

"Aw, I see. I finally got you to give in to duck meat."

"It's gonna be hella expensive."

"Don't worry about it. Let's say six sharp on Saturday, three courses and Turkish coffee with a birthday cake."

His eyes lit up.

"I'll let my people know."

"Tell them to dress up. I'll plan a splendid evening with games afterward."

Erik grabbed her hand and pulled her in close.

"Thank you," he said.

"Better get back to Chloe. Don't want her chewing my head off for keeping all of this out of the bed."

She smirked at him and wandered down the hall.

###

Chloe had a frown n her face when Erik walked back into the hotel room.

"What did she want?"

"Birthday gift," he said holding up the fancy drink.

He sipped it, and the liquor was too strong for his tastes. It would knock him out before he had a chance to smash Chloe. He put the glass on the nightstand and pulled off his boxers. His dick was already at half-mast.

"Why is your dick like that already?"

Chloe sat up, and the frown on her face deepened.

"Looking at you gets me excited," he countered.

Hopping into the bed, he pulled back the sheets and swiped her nipples with his tongue.

"You're attracted to her."

"Disa? That's my homegirl—"

"Everyone knows you have a crush on her. You turn into a puddle whenever she's around."

Chloe folded her arms over her breasts blocking his access.

"If your dick is getting hard for her, maybe you should get some birthday sex from her instead!"

"Chloe. Stop trippin'. I'm giving this dick to you."

He rubbed the hardening length against her thigh. She slapped it.

"Wanna play rough?" he said.

"Was your dick hard for that Trans chick too?"

"What?"

"Disa's friend. The one with the long fluffy hair. You didn't know?"

"No. She fine as fuck though."

"You'd fuck a Trans woman?"

There was disgust on her face.

Erik sat up. He'd been around Trans women and Trans men all his life, especially in Brazil. He had a Trans play uncle in Sao Paulo who used to babysit him and his play cousin Marisol.

"A woman is a woman. She got titties I can play with and a hole I can fuck, I don't see a problem—"

"Ohmigod! You really would fuck her."

"That ass was amazing."

"I can't believe you're serious!"

"Are you a queerphobe? Cuz if you are, that's not gonna work for me."

"No… I just… I can't picture you being like that."

"Like what?"

"Accepting. You're like a man's man—"

"A Transphobe? I wasn't raised like that. My mother would never let me treat people like shit who didn't deserve it."

Chloe stared down at her hands.

"I'm glad to hear that, actually."

"Yeah? Why?"

Her eyes welled up.

"My sister… she's transitioning… he's becoming my brother and I worry about him going up against guys like you."

"Guys like me?"

"Y'know overly masculine. He's coming to visit me in a few weeks and I wanted you to meet him since he's interested in capoeira."

Her eyes met his.

"I didn't mean to be accusatory about Disa's friend. She's beautiful. Prettier than me."

"You're the prettiest woman in this room right now."

She slapped his hand and smiled.

"But you do like Disa. Right?"

"She's my friend. I had a big crush on her when I first arrived on campus, but now… she's like a mentor… a big sister. We're close and she teaches all kinds of cool stuff. I probably do act all goofy when I'm around her—"

"It's cute… really. I just… let's forget about it."

He kissed her. With guilt. Disa meant more to him than just a big sister or a mentor. She was the ultimate woman. But she would never see him as a man.

Chloe wrapped her lips around his dick and rolled a condom on his shaft after she plumped him up to complete hardness. She presented her backside to him and he sank into her walls and pumped, enjoying her soft sighs and cries of passion. He took off the condom much later as she allowed him to fuck her raw in the ass and dump a hot load in her anal walls. She kept his mind off of Disa and those lush breasts that truly made his dick thicken and visibly tell Chloe the truth. Disa was his dream girl. Everyone could see it.

###

The large package arrived at Disa's house the day before Erik's birthday party. She called him on his phone to tell them that a big box with a D.C. return address and B. Dunduza written in black block letters was sitting in her living room.

He drove over to her house, and Disa watched him tear it open. There was a note on top of the bubble wrap.

"Kept these in storage for you. We wanted to wait until you turned twenty-one to have them. Cherish them as we cherish you."

Uncle Bakari and Auntie Shavonne both signed it.

Erik removed the layer of bubble wrap and his heart nearly stopped.

He fingered the old dark brown leather, and a breath shuddered out of him.

"Erik? You alright?" Disa asked.

She put a hand on his shoulder as he lifted the leather-bound journal from the box.

"These are my father's journals," he whispered.

Opening the first journal, he recognized the careful Wakandan script written by his father's powerful hand. They taped a small piece of bubble wrap on the page. Erik unraveled it and gasped before falling on his backside.

"What is it?" Disa asked, rising concern coloring her voice

Opening his fingers, Erik stared at the wondrous gift.

His Baba's ring. Attached to the chain his mother bought for him as an anniversary gift. The chain his father wore the night he was killed by King T'Chaka.

His family birthright.

Now his.

Chapter 10 HERE

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[starfanatic]

Me analyzing every scene with Charles and Erik in First Class.

Charles and Erik's experiences

Now in the beginning of the movie, Charles and Erik don't have a scene together but it compares their lives, side by side, and in a way explains why they are so different from one another.

Even as kids there is some clear differences:

The first mutant Erik ever met was Shaw. A nazi who murdered the only person who loved him. Then Shaw experimented and tortured him until Erik inevitably broke out. Shaw made Erik believes his power can only be unlocked through pain and anger. The first mutant Charles ever met is Raven. Raven and Charles became close, basically becoming siblings. Charles was never alone, he had Raven and vice versa.

At such a young age, Charles knew how to use his power efficiently, without needing to be angry to do it. Erik however only could do it (at that age when he's in extremely stressful situations).

Now as adults there is still big differences:

When we first meet Charles he's at a bar, flirting with a woman. It's clear he's very intelligent and talks about mutations. Then in the next scene, hes celebrating after his graduation. This is a good time in Charles' life. Erik however is still plotting revenge against Shaw, hurting people for information or straight up murdering them.

Something I noticed is that Charles seem to have a lot of positive interactions with humans, like Moira for example while Erik seems to only have negative interactions with them.

Erik’s power is naturally more destructive then Charles. Charles can communicate with people and understand their emotions and feelings. Erik destroys the environment around him, to do whatever he’s going to do.

Drowning Scene

Let's talk about Erik's mental state in this scene. He is pumped with adrenaline and anger. The man who made his life a living hell is escaping and he needs to stop and make him pay for what he has done. So he desperately tries to bring the submarine back, and he was going to do it or die trying. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for Erik, who has been wanting revenge against Shaw since the day he killed his mother. Its symbolic, because in a way he's drowning in his own hate and anger. His hate and anger is what almost killed him. Then Charles jumps in to save him. This is the first time someone wanted to genuinely help him since his mother. Charles was willing to jump in ice cold water just to save him. Immediately Charles knew what Erik has gone through, and as usual he wants to help him. Erik says "I thought I was alone" and he was. I don't think he was only talking about just mutants, but just being alone in general. And then Charles responds with "You are not alone". This can symbolize Charles saving Erik from drowning in his own anger and revenge. He thought he was by himself until Charles came in.

Note: There is multiple times where the main character jumps into the water to save their love interest from drowning. Think about the Little Mermaid where Ariel stopped... Eric from drowning. Think about Wonder Woman, where Diana jumped in the water to save Steve. Just saying....

"Surprised you've managed to stay this long"

This scene basically speaks on it's own so I don't have a lot to say here. But first, Charles was already outside before Erik left. I'm not sure why he was outside in the first place or if he was expecting Erik to leave and catch him on the way out. But Charles is literally the first person (i'm going to assume) that actually cares if Erik leaves. He wants Erik to stay because he cares about him, knows him and what he's gone through, and desperately want to help him. When Charles offers his help, Erik scoffs thinking its a completely ridiculous idea that he can be saved. But instead of saying that he says "I don't need your help". Well... we all know that's a lie. Erik is so used to being alone and working for himself, it's a foreign feeling to be around people who don't want to hurt him. This also can symbolize that despite Erik appearing to want to be alone, Charles won't let him. Then Charles says "I won't stop you from leaving. I could, but i won't" Unlike probably everyone Erik ever encountered in his life, Charles gives him a choice. He treats him like a person (fuck you Shaw).

Cerebro

When Erik walks in the room, Charles is surprised but visibly happy to see Erik. Then Erik says that mutants should be found by its own people, no suits. Charles looks at him for a minute and agrees with him. I’m not sure Charles thought about that in that very moment but listened when given the suggestion. Erik gives Charles a look that also shows visible happiness. They are just so damn happy to be with each other it’s adorable. Then they exchange witty banter. As I said before, A D O R A B L E.

Road Trip

This is the time Erik and Charles bond together even more.I don’t have much to say on the montage besides... it’s nice to see those two bond together and have fun.

Realist vs Optimist

Erik and Charles are playing chess together and Charles starts talking about how he will be able to help the mutants out there. How they can do it together. However Erik points out how they might not be able to. Once the government doesn’t need them, they will discard them or experiment on them.

I would call Erik a pessimist but that’s not entirely true. He’s not thinking the worse of ever situation he’s being realistic. The government would be scared of their power and once they don’t need them, they will try to get rid of them. He’s not even wrong at the end. Another scene is another one where they are playing chess. It seems whenever they start playing chess they start debating. Charles being the optimist, seeing the good in humans while Erik being the realist (but close to the optimist) by seeing the obvious evil humans have in them.

Russia

Something to point out, when dealing with the Russians, Charles tries to deal with them in the least violent way possible. When Erik deals with the Russians, he’s more violent, attacking them directly.

When Erik starts to lose control, Charles stop him. That seems to happen quite often in this movie. Charles is basically Erik’s restraint.

“Brightest Memory in Your Memory Bank” (aka the best Cherik scene ever)

Charles doesn’t want to shoot Erik (Guns probably make him nervous and the possibility of Erik not saving himself in time is scary.) So Charles pushes Erik more. Erik explains how he needs a specific situation, the anger, to be able to move something that big. That’s what he’s been told his whole life but Charles knows that’s not true. Charles contradicts everything that Shaw is, everything that Shaw believes in and says. He knows that there is more power Erik has, that Erik is just not aware of yet.

When you think about it, Charles is the serenity to Erik’s rage. Charles gave the serenity that Erik needed by unlocking a memory, Erik doesn’t even know he had. It’s such a beautiful moment that it brings both Charles and Erik to tears. This is the moment Charles and Erik truly connect completely. Charles understands a part of Erik nobody ever has since his mother.

Then Erik tries again and he succeeds. Both of them laughing in joy, Erik for being able to do it and Charles for being genuinely joyed that Erik succeeded.

Cuba Beach Divorce

This is the moment when things start becoming dark between them. While Shaw was talking to Erik, he managed to basically do the opposite of what Charles was trying to do for Erik. Bringing back his trauma and pain. Making him believe he was a weapon, instead of a person. When he put the helmet on, that symbolizes the disconnect he now had with Charles. Charles main power is communicating with people between minds. Erik putting on the anti-telepathy helmet symbolized the communication they no longer had with each other. Sure they can still speak to each other, but Erik is no longer listening to Charles. He no longer has serenity, only rage. When Erik slowly puts the coin through Shaw’s head, he makes Charles endure through the same pain. Symbolically showing that Erik’s revenge only caused Charles pain and the destruction of the beautiful relationship they had.

As Erik expected, the humans banded together to destroy a race they feel threatened by. Erik attempts to send them back the missles they intended to use to blow them up, but then Charles tries to stop him.

There is multiple times throughout the movie that Charles stops Erik from doing something and Erik stops, relunctantly, but he does. But now there relationship is strained and broken. When Charles tries to stop him he fails, Erik continues to do it, even hurting Charles to do it, until...

The bullet Erik deflected shot Charles in the back. When people usually say “shot in the back” or “stabbed in the back” it usually means betrayal. In Charles’ mind, Erik probably did betray him. Charles will do anything to protect people, even at the cost of hurting HIMSELF. Erik seems to constantly hurt the people around him, no matter how much he loves them.

The whole speech they have with each other is self-explanatory but their eyes show so much pain. They obviously don’t want to let each other go, but they are simply too different.

Erik holds a special type of pain, because he hurt the first man who genuinely loved and cared about him since his mother. The man who didn’t see him as a weapon to be used but a friend. The first mutant Erik has a positive interaction with. The only person who was able to unlock a side of Erik, even he didn’t know exist. In a way, he disappointed Charles and proved him wrong, that there is no good in him and he cannot be helped.

When he looks up he looks angry and hurt because he knows he won’t be able to change his mind. He know lost someone he considered a... (*cherik iykyk*) fRiEnD.

And Erik leaves Charles alone on the beach. Bleeding from the wound he gave him. Hurt from losing his bEsT fRienD and sister.

In conclusion: P A I N

[floralcalaveraa]

MEET THE MUSE

Rules: Answer in-character. Repost, don’t reblog.

► NAME ➭ He waves around proudly at the imaginary crowd his mind conjured, assuming a performance that one would put up when live on camera for an interview. Typical Guzma, thinking that he is all that, but he is not. “Hey y’all~” He says with a chipper, sing-song voice to continue convincing ... the dashboard? “Clean the wax outta yur ears; I’m only gonna say this once and I expect chu to say the WHOLE fucking thing when you call me. It’s Guzma Kehlani Kaliko- I’m joking.” The emotion in his performance stops abruptly at the end and he acts like normal again. But then again ... when was he ever normal? His voice is modest now. “Just keep it up to Guzma.”

► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ Guzma doesn’t hold back on widening his eyes upon registering the question and emphasizes the reality of his words when he curls a curl on his finger and bats his eyes, pretending a coy nature. “Yeah~ So if anyone out there single too and you want a good sex, come on down; my number is-” And then a convenient beep censors the sound of his voice because Guzma is doing too much.

► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ “Hmm, I’m aight right now. Is not like ... I’m going through anythin ...” He asks himself, looking at the sky for an answer. “Or am I?”

► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭ “Who isn’t? I know I am. Like, when’s a rich white guy gonna give me all his money ya know? Those fucking billionaires don’t know how to spend it, like, give me your money I’ll show you.”

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ All that talk from earlier? That magic disappears. Guzma falls silent for a moment, but tries to salvage his enthusiasm from earlier. “Weeeeeeeeeeeell ... they never married to begin with? Yeah, very telling of their relationship, ya know?” ‘I don’t want them to ever marry. That is not love, I wouldn’t attend to it should it ever happen.’

NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭ “In. This. Stupid. Region. Called. ALOLA!” Each word came with a jumping stomp to the ground, like if this tantrum would make the region he chanted out loud crumble in his stomps.

► HAIR COLOR ➭ He grabs a strand of his hair, stretches it out, and watches it recoil back to its original curly condition, feeling a bit shy to divulge. “It’s ... it was my daddy’s hair color. I didn’t like that. So I colored it to look like my mami’s ...”

► EYE COLOR ➭ “A stupid fucking grey. Can you believe that? Not even the universe wants me to own anythin’ gold like damn give me a fucking break.”

► BIRTHDAY ➭ “...” He remains silent, connecting the dots about this scheming universe. “Y’know, this life really doesn’t want me to be first in anything; July 2nd.”

► MOOD ➭ “Now that I made that realization, I’m feelin’ pissed.” Guzma says with a relative ‘ :-) ’ expression and relaxed voice.

► GENDER ➭ “A guy, wish I was a God though or somethin ...” A hand grabs his chin lightly, but pensively. “Or a bug ...”

► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ “OOOh summer’s are sexy! Ya feel me?”

► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ “I know I’m gonna sound like a cheesy old white lady but like, watching the sunset be kinda romantic tho-”

ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ “I either hate or love the people in my life. Never in between-”

► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ “Oh that’s fucking cute, yeah. It only exists to the right people though, not bitches like me.”

► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ Who ended his confidence? This question. It’s going to make him mention Her name. Her. And that scares him. Madam Prez. He sinks into his chair in shame. “I ... I’m the one that messes up.”

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ “Yeah, I’m a real heartbreaker~” But his pride ends when he is left at the thought of the  loneliness that comes after break-ups.

► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ “... Yeah.” It is brief, in fear that entertaining it more would make him reveal the reasons why. After all, he wouldn’t want to bad-mouth Lusamine, no matter how vile she was to traumatize love for him.

► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ “No because then they’ll smell my b.o ya know?”

► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ “Not that I know of ... I don’t know-”

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ “I guess ... I know that there were times I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying ‘I love you’ to someone ...”

CHOICES!

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ “Lust hell yeah 😎” Love.

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ “I don’t give a fuck I just crave a refreshing drink right now; all this talking and answerin’ invasive, personal, intimate, scar-opening questions to a complete stranger has my throat all dried up like yo sex life.” Giving drawn out answers does nothing to help.

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ “I have my stinky siblings at Po Town. Sure they can be annoyin’ as fuck eatin’ my food, wasting water, stanking up the bathroom, wasting money, leaving the house messy, and all that, but I wouldn’t want them any other way.”

► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭ “Aw c’mon! Both are sexy! ... Aight, the one that will end with me gettin’ laid- ...” He sighs. “Aight, the one that would get me to know my companion better.”

► DAY OR NIGHT ➭ “I like to feel dramatic in the night. Like, ‘staring out from the window, musing about yo regrets and desires while seeing nobody but chu outside thinking about yo life’ kind of dramatic.”

HAVE YOU EVERS!

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ “Apparently not cuz my parent’s ain’t find me yet haha!”

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “’Falling up the stairs’ sounds like some Loony Toons shit if I’m honest- Just imagine, you falling down the stairs, but then rewind it to make it look like you fell upward. Lol.”

► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ A hand grabs at his chest, at his heart, as he yells at the top of his lungs, “GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING MONEY!!” Stability. Love. Healing. Those he had to let go in fear of having them punished by Lusamine. Honor. Respect. Freedom. And in truth, money, to support his family.

PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ “Oh I love both; a smile in someone that doesn’t do it often though. And eyes, those that are gold, blue, or green are pretty ...”

► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “Ain’t nobody gonna beat me and my 6′9″ ass. ‘Sides, I love my shorties anyways.”

► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ “Attraction. Not askin’ anyone to be smart in order for me to like chu-”

► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ “I only get casual hook-ups, night-stands ... C’mon, just look at me-”

FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ “Talkin’ bout the one in Po Town? Yup.” He nods proudly, not acknowledging his biological one.

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “Baby, I got a fucked up life-”

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ “Yeah. Best decision I ever made or else I wouldn’t find the real family I have now.”

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “I kicked my own ass out before my daddy did.”

FRIENDS!

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ “Ooh that Plumeria, I can’t stand her! Her big butt be hogging up the whole sofa when we watchin’ t.v! Do you understand how irritatin’ that is?!” Seconds after this ‘wrath’, he bursts into laughter.

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ “No because they are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, sexy friends.”

► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ “Oh come on don’t make me pick n choose- Plumeria and Gemali (his Golisopod) has been my longest, how about that?”

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “Oooo it’s just me, myself, and I baby- Ain’t nobody gonna understand my twisted mind better than I.” Can be deciphered by Plumeria or Lusamine.

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[nakedmossy]

Depth Over Distance - Part Five [Rudy x Reader]

[A/N: So this is a bit of a fluff chapter to just finish the party and end the night, but it has some sugar in it. Next part is going to have a little bit of his other life in it and I dont know about you guys but I am not prepared... cough cough *Anna* cough cough. Happy Monday. Peace and love, Mossy x]

You broke apart slightly, Rudy standing up straight and listening with his head turned toward the party. Your breathing slowed as you listened, then increased again when you heard the sirens getting closer.

“Is that-” You looked to Rudy who met your eyes.

“-Ambulance” He muttered.

“Oh, god” You muttered back to him, fixing your shirt. He grunted in frustration and hit is hand against the tree as you both moved away from it and started to walk quickly to the edge of the forest.

You followed him toward the crowd of people who were gathered up the hill by the fire noticing that the music had been turned off and the ambulance was parked. You were both walking quickly, but Rudy was at least two strides ahead of you naturally, and stretched his hand out behind him for you to catch up and hold on to. 

As you got nearer to the party you could hear people talking to each other in worried voices and hushed tones. When you looked around and found the bench you had left Lizzy sitting on but didn’t see her, part of your stomach started to turn. There was no way - you had seen her 10 minutes ago and she was fine. Well, not FINE but no where near drunk enough to warrant an ambulance being called. Your hand slipped into Rudy’s and you felt as his hand squeeze around yours, his thumb moving in small circles over your skin as you pushed your way through groups of people and towards the ambulance. 

“Oh god, please - help him please” You suddenly heard a shrill and panicked voice and felt your adrenaline start to pump, your palms getting sweaty. You pushed through the final wall of people blocking your way and your hand dropped from Rudy’s as you saw Junior being strapped onto a stretcher, Lizzy holding her stomach and crying beside the ambulance doors. Your breath caught in your throat when she saw you and began to flail her hands around, desperate, her face plastered with fear and sadness. 

“What happened?” You asked hurriedly as your ran to her side, embracing her as she buried her head in your shoulder and clung to your arms. You couldn’t make out what she was saying through the blubbering and hysterics but you were able to gather something about an overdose of something. You turned your head to look over your shoulder and find Rudy, who was standing stoic behind you, his eyes going from you to the stretcher. As they loaded Junior in and closed the doors you pulled Lizzy away from the vehicle and grabbed your phone out of your pocket. 

You quickly dialled your cousin, Erik, holding your breath while it rang. When he picked up, his voice gravelly with sleep, you began to try to explain what happened but realized you were making no sense. He stopped you, asked for your location, and told you he would be there in 10 minutes. You let out a breath, reassuring Lizzy that you had found a ride to the hospital and everything would be fine, before turning to Rudy and shaking your head, unable to find words.

“I’m sorry” You started, but he shook his head, moving to stand beside you, putting his hand on the small of your back.

“I’m not leaving” He said quietly, then explained he would go stand by the road to make sure Erik knew where to stop. You smiled thankfully at him, but your stomach was still in knots and you couldn’t slow your breathing. When Erik finally showed up and you walked with Lizzy to his car, Rudy got in the front seat to allow you more space with Lizzy in the back.

“You gotta calm down, Lizzy. I need you to explain what happened.”

She wiped her face and tried to slow her breathing, but was hiccuping from the tears.

“We were....just...” Her hands were full of expression as she struggled to form the words. “...kissing and then he...collapsed and I don't know what happened and then he was puking and convulsing and it was all happening so fast...” She broke into hysterics again, burying her face in her hands as you rubbed her back.

Rudy looked at you over his shoulder from the front seat and gave you a warm, reassuring smile, as he navigated the dark road with Erik. You tried to return it but it came out emotionless and flat. All you could think about was the last thing Junior had said to you on the path to the cars at the party. This was all your fault.

When you got to the hospital, Rudy came around to the back door to help Lizzy out and walk with her towards the ER doors as you rounded the front and leaned through the drivers window to give Erik a half hug.

“Need me to come in?” He asked carefully, knowing how delicate your situation with Junior had been. He had been one of the few people you had leaned on during your break up with Junior, and was one of the only people on Earth you actually would have said yes to that question under normal circumstances. However, with Rudy there, you figured the room would be full enough.

“I’m good” You shook your head, smiling at him as he squeezed your hand. You backed up and thanked him again as he rolled up his window, nodding once and driving away. You turned after his headlights were around the corner and walked towards the ER entrance, Lizzy and Rudy already inside speaking to the receptionist. When you walked through the sliding glass doors, Lizzy waved her hand to summon you and started walking quickly down the hall, Rudy waiting for you before following. 

The waiting room was fairly empty aside from the usual weekend activity (drug or alcohol abusers, kids with their parents cradling broken bones, and elderly people). You took a seat next to Rudy and watched Lizzy pace around in front of you, slowly starting to sober up as she chugged the water Erik had given her on the drive over. Rudy sat silently, holding your hand, waiting. It had been over an hour since you had arrived and nobody had come out to update you on Junior’s condition, Lizzy still hadn’t sat down for longer than 30 seconds. Finally, Rudy sat forward with his forearms on his knees and addressed her.

“Liz - come sit down” He said gently, patting the seat across from the both of you. She shot a glance at him and shook her head quickly before returning to her figure eight pattern. “Liz. Seriously. You’re making us dizzy.”

“No” She said firmly, not looking at him. He looked to you and bit his lip before standing up and stopping her, his hands on her biceps.

“He’s gonna be okay.” Rudy reassured her, their eyes level with each other, their jaws set.

It had always been kind of funny to you when they stood beside each other, because usually they towered over most of the people around them, but next to each other they just looked like a pair of Amazonian giants. Now, it was less funny. Lizzy stared at him with something angry and bitter in her face, and Rudy challenged her back.

“This is your fault.” She bit out, reefing her arms out of his hands. “This is ALL your fault.”

“Lizzy-“ You started, standing up.

“No.” She looked over at you briefly before looking back at him. “Its the truth. And I’m done dancing around it like it doesn’t matter. You hurt her!” Lizzy pointed at you, her eyes blazing, her face in pain. “You hurt her and you didn’t even care.” She started to raise her voice, Rudy was breathing deeply but not reacting. “You broke her heart. And you know who was there to clean it up? Me. And Junior. And now you’re back and its happening again.”

She was seething, her shoulders rising and falling as she breathed heavily, staring at Rudy. Calmly, Rudy swallowed and put his hands in his pockets.

“Lizzy I didn’t know-” He said quietly, his eyes flashing to you briefly before he settled them on her. “-I would have...come back.” 

“Bullshit. You did know. You knew what was going on, we didn’t keep it a secret. Of course it was because of you.” She snapped.

“Stop it” You said forcefully, taking a step towards her.

“Why?” She spun to you now, her eyes wet with tears. She looked disgusted. “Why should I? Junior is in here right now because of him.”

“Junior is in here because he has an addictive personality and no self control” You spat back at her, trying to keep your voice low. “That’s not Rudy’s fault.”

Lizzy pinched her face in frustration and let out an exasperated sigh before bringing her hands together and shaking them at you.

“Junior is still in love with you. And you broke his heart. Because HE broke YOUR heart” She gestured at Rudy now. Her shoulders sagged and she crossed her arms, shaking her head. “You seriously don’t get that? You led him on for YEARS, and the moment Rudy comes back to town you throw him away like a used tampon.”

“Okay..first of all, ew.” Your eyes were wide in disbelief. “Second of all, I did NOT lead him on and you know that. I was very clear I wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn’t take a hint. That’s not on me.”

You stared back at her now, your face red and your heart pounding. You couldn’t believe she was saying any of this, especially right now. Lizzy looked deflated and angry, shaking her head as she turned and walked a few steps down the hall.

“You know” She said as she paused and turned back to look at you, disappointment washed over her face. “I would have thought that after everything that happened, you would have at least had the decency not to do it at a party, right in front of him.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed, a breath leaving your lungs with a puff. She shrugged a shoulder and kept walking, disappearing around the corner. Rudy looked at you, his face worried but calm. 

“You okay?” He asked quietly as you lowered yourself into your seat. You nodded slowly, staring at the wall. He took a seat beside you again and put a hand on your leg, warm and reassuring. You wanted to hold it, you wanted to crawl into his arms and never leave, but another part of you didn’t. The words Lizzy had said echoed in your mind relentlessly. You didn’t care about Junior like that anymore, and hadn’t for a long time, but you knew how he was and his tendencies and you didn’t want to feel responsible for hurting him.

“Are you here for Junior?” You heard a nurse speak, breaking your concentration on the wall. You stood up and walked towards her nodding. “He’s gonna be fine, we just had to pump his stomach and we have him on fluids now. We will keep him overnight to make sure everything is fine and likely release him in the morning.”

You nodded, thanking her. 

“There’s another girl here...tall, black hair. Really skimpy clothing” The nurse smirked. “Would you mind letting her know if you see her?” You asked, your voice void of emotion.

“Of course” The nurse smiled, and turned to walk back down the hall.

You turned to Rudy and gave him a tight lipped smile. He walked forwards and waited, his eyes trained on you.

“I think I’m gonna walk home” You said in a small voice, staring at his chest. You watching it rise and fall evenly, the skin around the collar tanned but speckled with goosebumps. 

“Ill walk with you” He said in a low voice. 

You wanted to protest, you wanted to say you would be fine, but truthfully you didn’t really want to be alone, not totally. You only lived a few blocks from each other and it was a far walk from here to there anyways.

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When you got outside, the sky was clear and you could see the stars, the moon hanging low over the mountains. Rudy walked close to you, his presence towering as always, his hands in his pockets.

“Well, I’m pretty much dead sober now.” You said as you pulled out your phone to check the time. Rudy nodded and looked around the street, watching the sky.

“I think its gonna rain” He said as he slowed his pace, his eyes focussed on a storefront. “Didn’t that used to be-”

“-Jacks, yeah. Closed last year just before Christmas.”

“That sucks. I loved that place.” He said sadly, catching up to you again. “Well...this was an interesting night.”

You cleared your throat and looked over at him with a half humoured expression, nodding in recognition. You wondered if he was talking more about the kiss or the hospital event. Both would qualify. Something fluttered in your stomach and you wondered if after the hospital and the conversation with Lizzy he regretted kissing you.

“Oh, no I didn’t mean...wait” Rudy said, putting his arm out to slow your pace. “I didn’t mean that part. Just what Lizzy said...” He was backtracking, clearly having picked up the expression on your face. “Everything else was....” His eyes fluttered and you swore if he wasn’t half covered by the dark of the night you could have seen him blushing.

“Yeah” You agreed, taking the conversation into your own hands and steering it away from the awkward recognition of the near nudity in the forest. “I mean...don’t listen to her. She was...being dramatic.”

“You keep saying that.” Rudy watched your face, his eyes searching yours. “But I mean, there has to be some truth to it.”

“Not really” You retorted, walking again. Rudy stepped in line with you and put his hands back in his pockets. “I mean...sure, probably some truth. But either way it was a long time ago and I am in a very different place now.” You looked over at him and shrugged your shoulders lightly. “And the real truth is Junior never really moved on, and I can’t keep walking on glass around him hoping not to hurt his feelings when...you know.” You stopped talking, wanting to say when you’re around but knowing how bad it would sound.

Rudy hid a small smile and looked down the road in front of you, the rain started to patter lightly around you and on your heads. You could feel your blood starting to pump quickly at the thought of all the things you wanted to say but knew you shouldn’t. Rudy sniffed his nose and looked down at you as you both crossed the street, starting towards the residential area. You were quiet for a few minutes, neither of you needing to speak, enjoying the quiet, the sound of the rain lightly hitting your jackets, your hair starting to mat down and water running off your nose. You passed by the entrance to the park near your neighbourhood and Rudy stopped, catching you off guard. You turned and walked back to where he stood, staring at the swings and the slide. You watched his face as he chewed on his lip.

“What?” You asked quietly, your bottom lip starting to quiver from the rain which at this point had soaked clean through your clothes.

Rudy looked over at you and pushed his hair off his forehead, a smile building.

“Do you remember the last time we were here?” 

You thought for a second but nothing obvious came to mind, so you shook your head curiously. Rudy stifled a laugh and pushed you lightly forward to keep walking, wiping the rain off his nose.

“I would normally be offended but I think in your case I would have blacked it out too.” He said through a laugh. You giggled, nudging his arm with yours, your mind reeling.

“Well out with it” You insisted, your hands bundled into your coat sleeves. 

His eyes brows rose and he looked at the road, then looked at you as he spoke.

“So it was like...I don't know. Tenth grade maybe. You and Lizzy had skipped last block and me and Erik had a spare, I don't know where everyone else was...but we had our skateboards and were just dicking around, and when you and Lizzy showed up we started daring each other to do tricks down the slide.” He was stifling laughter now, the memory flooding back. You buried your face in your hands and groaned, laughing. “And when you went to do yours you tipped off the edge of the slide and landed on your ass so hard that you couldn’t walk for two days.”

Rudy was in full hysterics now, laughing loudly into the night air. You smiled as you looked back at the park and touched your butt, the memory and phantom pain making it throb.

“That was not funny” You said loudly. “That was extremely painful and very embarrassing.” 

You continued to walk and share embarrassing stories, one upping each other back and forth until you reached the end of the main road. Rudy’s laughter faded into intermittent chuckles as you rounded the corner towards your street, his pace slowing - almost unnoticeable - except you had done the same. You weren’t quite ready to go home yet. You were quiet for a few seconds until Rudy said your name.

“Yeah?” You looked over at him, shivering. The humour gone from his face, he was looking at you calmly now. He stopped walking when you made eye contact with him, dipping his head to the side lightly as he closed his eyes for a second. 

“Wait” He said quietly. 

He unzipped his jacket and peeled it off, draping it around you. Even though it was soaked, the extra layer provided a small barrier from the cold. He stayed in front of you, a breath away, his hands on the jacket zippers, keeping it closed around your front. Rudy’s t-shirt soaked almost immediately, clinging to his chest, the fabric bunching around his rippled abdomen and pinching tightly around his biceps which flexed every time rain drops splattered down from his hair or the trees above you. He sniffed, a rain drop falling down his nose, and you looked up at him slowly, the rain falling in your eyes making them flutter.

He leaned down, slowly, carefully, and waited for you to close the last inch of the gap between you before kissing you. The rain clung to your face, pooling between your noses, your lips almost unable to stay pressed to his with all the moisture and no friction. 

This kiss was slow and gentle, but deeply enticing, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth and chasing yours, playful but passionate. Your hand worked its way out of the jacket he had wrapped around you so you could hold the side of his face. You almost couldn’t believe how astoundingly sharp his jawline was, severely pronounced in the cold. The hot air from his mouth warmed you, your heart began to beat rapidly as the familiar tingle returned. When he pulled away you swore you heard yourself moan.

He pressed his forehead to yours, the cold rain chilling you to the bone now.

“Your lips are blue” He said then, a slight urgency in his voice. Your teeth had begun to chatter in your closed mouth but you didn’t notice, or care. You were warm where it counted. 

Rudy walked you the rest of the way to your house and paused at the end of your driveway, smiling at you as you peeled his jacket off of you and handed it back to him.

“You can...” You started, but he quickly stopped you.

“We have time” He reassured you quietly, knowingly. “Now go, you’re gonna get sick.” 

You smiled at him and said okay, turning to walk down your driveway before stopping and turning around one last time.

“I had fun tonight. Regardless of...” You motioned towards the direction of the hospital.

“Me too.” He said firmly, watching you. You stared at each other for a few moments, a quiet understanding between you that it would be different now, and you felt the air thicken. You were both soaked to the bone and the mist was starting to settle around you, it was well past 3am, but all you wanted to do was stand and stare at him for a few seconds longer.

“Good night” You said quietly.

“Good night” He replied slowly.

He watched you walk the entire length of your driveway and was still standing there when you turned the handle and looked behind you before disappearing through the doorway. When you closed the door, you slumped against it and slid down to the floor, your legs giving out below you. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, you were terrified of what it meant, but you knew you couldn’t go back now. After tonight, everything was going to be different.

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[buckbarnesjames]

Chapter Ten

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1408

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Taglist is OPEN! Feedback is appreciated.

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“Erik?” you squeak out as the girls help you down from the table. You feel the alcohol evaporating from your body as you come face to face with your past. “What are you doing here?” you ask once your feet are planted firmly on the ground again. The girls take a step back, leaving you to come face with your ex-boyfriend. “I could ask you the same thing but it uh...seems pretty self explanatory,” he says, gesturing at the sash across the front of your body. “I’m actually here for a company retreat. I relocated back to the US a few months ago…” your mind begins to wander as he starts talking about his work and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes, nothing was more important to him than his work - and at one point, that had also included you. “But enough about me, you look great!” he says with an appreciative gaze that lingers a little too long, “And congratulations by the way, who's the lucky guy?” he asks, a friendly smile on his face. You look down at your fingers nervously before looking him straight in the face and answering him. “James Barnes'' you beam, mind filling with images of the man waiting for you at home. “Your boss?” he asks as something flashes in his eyes...jealous maybe? It’s gone just as quickly. “Yeah,” you smile as you think of Bucky - how he made you feel so loved, how he let you know of your importance, the way he showered you with his affection...god you missed him so much, especially at this very awkward moment. “I’m happy for you, truly...and I’m...I’m sorry I left the way I did” Erik starts to say but you put your hand up to stop him. You’d healed from the heartbreak, and hearing an apology nearly two years late was not what you wanted nor needed. “It’s fine, Erik. I’m over it...obviously” you say, gesturing - with your left hand - at the sash you’re wearing. Erik smiles wistfully at you, “Well, that’s great. I’ll see you around, Y/N” he says, giving you a friendly smile. “Yeah...see you, Erik,” You watch as he leaves. He turns back once to look at you, and you offer him a tight smile and a small wave before turning on your heels to face the girls who’d watched the whale awkward exchange from the sidelines. “You okay?” Nat asks, concern etched across her face. “I need a stiff drink” you breathe out, rubbing your forehead.

The celebratory vibes had now been dampened by your ex’s appearance and no matter how hard the girls tried to make things fun again, your mind just kept wandering. Eventually, after several strong drinks, you decided to call it a night and head back to your room. You’re changing into your pajamas when your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Bucky. You okay? Becca told me what happened. Of course she did. You take a deep breath before hitting the dial button. Bucky picks up on the second ring. “Hey,” he sighs out and you mutter a hello of your own. It’s silent for a moment, and it might just be the first awkward silence you’ve had with Bucky throughout your entire relationship. “You’re not having second thoughts are you?” he suddenly asks, his voice dripping with anxiety and you can sense his distress through the phone. “About you? Never” you reply firmly. You can feel the tension between the two of you slowly melt away as you answer him. “I’m just...it was hard facing my past like that. I shut down after him...I was afraid of being hurt again but then you...us happened. I love you, Bucky. Nothing and nobody is going to change that” you say and you hear him softly exhale. “I love you too, Y/N. So much.” You smile into the phone, Erik and the awkward interaction forgotten. “Get some sleep, doll. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say your goodbyes to Bucky and settle into the hotel bed. You fall asleep pretty quickly, the excitement and stress of the day washing over you.

You’re reunited with Bucky late the next evening, the journey having taken longer than expected. His arms envelope you the moment you walk through the door. “God, I missed you so much” he whispers into your hair and you chuckle quietly. “I missed you too, so much” you say before pressing your lips to his. When you pull away from each other he takes a hold of your hand and wordlessly leads you to your shared bedroom, your luggage forgotten as you happily follow him. You wake the next morning to the sound of your phone vibrating against the bedside table. It’s Wanda. “Good morning, future Mrs Barnes!” she greets you and you laugh softly, trying not to disturb Bucky who is curled against your arm, his breath tickling against your skin. “Good morning to you too, Wanda” you whisper into the phone. “Oh, is Bucky still asleep? I can call back later?” she asks, anxious that she’d disturbed him. He was still her boss after all. “It’s fine, Wan. What’s up?” you ask, looking down at Bucky as he snuggles closer to you. “Well, I was thinking...considering you’ve decided you want to get married next month...which is very short notice by the way!” she says, teasingly, “we should start planning things...the dress,the cake, the florist, the venue...important details like that y’know?” she says as she rattles off the list of things you still had to do before the wedding. “Yeah, I know. How about we meet for coffee this afternoon and we can start then?” you ask, feeling Bucky finally stir from his place next to you. “Alright. I’ll see you later then” Wanda says, agreeing to your afternoon coffee plans. “See you later” you reply. You hang up and place your phone back on the bedside table before snuggling back under the covers.

“Future Mrs Barnes...I like that” Bucky says and you snap your head to look at him. He’s already looking at you, his face filled with adoration. “I thought you were still sleeping,” you laugh before it turns into a gasp as Bucky moves so that he’s hovering over you, a grin on his face. “Mrs Barnes” he whispers before capturing your lips. You melt into the kiss, your hands moving to run through his hair. He gently spreads your thighs apart and settles in between them. You lock your legs around his waist, deepening the kiss. Bucky chuckles against your mouth before peppering kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You let out a soft moan when he finds a sensitive spot. “Well, good morning to you too” you breathe out, feeling his hard length against your naked core. He growls playfully when you rake your nails down his back before pushing your sleep dress up to your waist. “Take those off” you moan, referencing his underwear. “Yes, ma’am” he says teasingly before removing the offending article of clothing. He slowly settles back in between your thighs and kisses you again, it’s slow and soft - a lazy morning kiss. You gasp softly when you feel him push his way into you and you thread your hands into the hair at the nape of his neck, looking deep into his eyes as he lazily thrust in and out. You both close your eyes at the pleasure. You let out soft moans and whimpers whilst he groans, his head falling to your neck. “God, I love you” he moans out as his hand slips down to play with your clit. With a few skilled strokes of his fingers, he has you cumming around him. He works you through your orgasm with lazy thrusts before reaching his own climax. He slowly pulls out of you and moves to lie back down, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder once he’s settled. You kiss his forehead before moving out of the bed to get ready for the day ahead. “I love you too...by the way” you say cheekily before heading out of your shared room. You hear him chuckle softly as you make your way down the hallway to the guest room, where your clothes are stored.

Time to plan a wedding, you think to yourself as excited butterflies fill your stomach.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Fun/humor sex with Erik. Requires laughs, and smiles.

Me and my boo always have a good time while having sex.

“Erik...what the fuck is this?”

Y/N pulls out her new collar that Erik had made for her.

“If found. Return to Daddy. You come up with the wildest shit.”

Erik laughs, “it’s different. Everytime we go out somewhere like to the mall or those lame ass carnivals you like, just flash this to security if you get lost and my name and number is on the back.”

“This isn’t the old days, Erik,” Y/N fights a laugh, “we have technology now. All I gotta do is call your phone and find out where you are if I get lost.”

“True...but the shit is still funny.”

“Just for that I’m not wearing this.”

Y/N tossed the collar back inside of the gift bag. She placed it in front of Erik while he sat on the couch.

“C’mon, baby girl. It’s fun, do it for me. Please?”

He pouts, giving her his puppy dog eyes. Y/N grabs the bag, taking the collar out again to admire it.

“I mean...it’s cute...I guess.”

She placed it around her neck.

“All it’s missing is a chain for you to drag me around the house with like a damn dog.”

Erik smacks his forehead, “that’s what I forgot, the chain, and the cage to put you in.”

“Fuck YOU,” she flips him off, “I’m not your damn pet, nigga.”

“Would you ever be down for pet play though?”

Erik follows Y/N into the kitchen. As soon as he sat down on a bar stool his stomach growled.

“No, I don’t think I would be into that,” She opened the fridge, “You’re hungry again? Didn’t we just go out to a restaurant?”

“I hardly ate all day fucking around with you and all this last minute holiday shopping.”

“You have two moods. Hungry, and horny.”

She pulls out some left over shrimp with broccoli and Alfredo sauce that she made to heat up for him.

“And you have two moods, hungry and sleepy.”

She starts the microwave.

“I’m not the one that’s eating. And I am tired I’m gonna turn in early.”

“You sound like a geriatric,” Erik laughs, “I already know once we get older all that sex shit ain’t happening.”

Y/N kisses her teeth, “I’m not fucking at 70 years old, Erik. Just because you have traces of vibranium in your blood doesn’t give you the right to talk about me and my future old self.”

“Man, men in wakanda still be fucking at 90.”

She couldn’t help but to laugh. Y/N takes his food out to put into a bowl for him.

“90?! That’s wayyyy too old.”

“Shit, if I can still get my dick up at 90 I’m fucking.”

“Catch me in the hospital getting a pacemaker implant,” Y/N jokes, “tryna fuck me to death, literally.”

“You can’t handle the dick now so I already know you can’t at 90.”

Y/N turned around, a finger pointed at Erik and a roll of her neck, “keep talking shit and you won’t eat! And you won’t get no pussy from me!”

“Girl,” Erik leans over the counter, “Nobody want your dry ass food anyway. And I’m getting me some pussy tonight. We ain’t have sex in about two days that’s too long for me.”

“Calm your dick down, Sir, and my food aint dry. Keep fucking playing, Erik.”

“Aight, chill.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She placed his bowl of food in front of him with no fork.

“Where’s my fork?”

She smiles mischievously, “eat it with your hands since you wanna be slick. Who was that last chick you were with?” Erik reaches out to grab her but she dodged him, “Sabrina? Sariya? Fuck if I care, but that bitch was the last bitch to put up with yo shit. Eat with your hands.”

“Why are you so damn cold blooded, ma?”

She sticks her tongue out at him, leaving him in the kitchen alone. Erik finally gets up himself to get a fork so he could eat his food and chase after her ass. He was way too hungry to play around at the moment.

Once he was finished Erik cleans his bowl and fork, setting out to hunt her ass down. He found her, in their bedroom with her hair tied, sleep shorts on, and a tank top with no bra. She was just getting ready to get her ass in bed.

“Nah, what you doing?” Erik kicks off his shoes.

“Sleeping. I told you I’m tired. We had a long ass day.”

“You burn me up with this shit. When I’m horny, you sleep. You doing all that old shit already.”

“You and your dick have a good night.” She covers her entire body, then she starts to fake snore. Erik chuckles before pulling the covers off of the whole bed.

“Did you really just fake snore? And no you’re not going to sleep, Y/N.”

Erik began to undress. Y/N curled up into a ball because now she was cold.

“Get your sexy ass up, we fucking.”

“Erik, listen. I’m tired.”

“Nope.”

“Oh my God,” she finally sits up, “You’re getting on my nerves.”

“Just take all that shit off,” Erik stood in full nudity now, “c’mon, take your clothes off right fucking now before I rip it off.”

“Nigga,” she takes off her tank and shorts leaving her scarf on, “Happy?!” She makes her titties shake, then she opens her legs to show him her pussy, “happy, motherfucker?!”

Erik laughs, “Fucking ecstatic,” he was in a laughing fit as he crawled onto the bed, “I’m really tripping off the fact that you keep acting like you don’t want some dick.”

She was staring at the dick in question. Now, like Erik had some sort of power over her, she wanted his dick in her mouth.

“Now I wanna suck your dick.”

“Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice,” Erik went to lay on his back, “come suck this dick.”

She shook her head at him, crawling up to kneel in front of his dick. She picks up his thick erection, swinging it back and forth playfully.

“Don’t play with it, suck it,” Erik barks out.

Y/N starts sucking on the tip of his dick, shutting Erik up. She was getting it real nice and wet like he liked. Her mouth was sloppy and warm around him. He made sounds of appreciation whenever she would lower her mouth around him. His eyes were focused on the TV because she had a movie playing.

“Oh shit, you got CB4 on!”

“Erik! I’m tryna suck your dick!” Y/N glared at him.

“Sorry, baby, I know it’s just I haven’t see this in a minute.”

He focused back on her, stroking her face, “Keep going, Daddy like it when you suck on his balls.”

She went back at it like she never stopped. Now Erik started playing with her.

“Let me see that mouth,” Y/N showed Erik her mouth with spit oozing off her tongue, “Now suck on the tip...yeah, I like the way you do it...stop, let me see your mouth again.”

Erik slaps her tongue with the weight of his dick, then he took it up a notch to smack her face.

“Damn!” She grabs his dick, Erik laughs.

“Did it hurt?” He asked with a smile.

“You slapped me in my damn eye with it.”

Just when Y/N was getting into it again a funny scene from the movie came up and Erik bursts into laughter. Y/N heard it too, popping her mouth off his dick to laugh as well.

“See, I’m about to turn this shit off I can’t concentrate.” She says with annoyance.

“Yo, I forgot how funny this shit was,” he wipes a tear from the side of his eye, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it.”

“If you want your dick sucked I suggest you stop.”

“Okay, mommy.”

She drowned out the movie and gave Erik her all. He loved it every single time. Now she had his undivided attention. Erik starts bucking his hips, grabbing her scarf and messing up her hair.

“Damn, Baby, I wasn’t tryna buss a nut before I got in that pussy.”

“I want the nut though.” She sucked his dick with her lips tightly wrapped around him. Everytime she came up she would lick the tip of his dick between his slit to catch the pre cum.

“Damn, yes, baby girl,” His hands were over his face now. Y/N took him all the way in her mouth, Erik erupting deep down her throat. She licked the last bits off.

Erik sits up, grabbing Y/N and flipped her body over. Her scarf was completely off now, hair all wild and she just got it done.

“My hair!!” She went to grab the scarf to try and put it back on but Erik had his lips wrapped around her clit. She bucked her hips, thighs being pushed back. Y/N grabs Erik’s hair, grinding her pussy on his lips.

“Since you wanna fuck up my hair I’m feeding you this pussy.”

“Mmznsmsk” he was talking but not a word made sense.

“What was that? I can’t hear you with a mouth full of pussy, Erik.” At this point his whole face was being used to her advantage. Erik pinches her inner thighs hard causing Y/N to let go of his hair.

“What the fuck?” She laughs but the pain was still there. She rubs her thighs to sooth the stinging pain.

“Girl, I was over here dying,” Erik rubs her juices from his nose, “you had me drowning in the pussy.”

“Just finish eating me, i was close.”

Erik did what he was told for once. He went back to eating Y/N’s pussy for her, making his girl moan out his name. She didn’t force his face into her slit anymore, she just let him do his thing.

“Yes, right there,” she let out a sigh, “fuck, right there. I’m gonn cum in your mouth if you keep eating me like this.”

“And I want that shit, girl.”

His ravishing mouth weakened her further and now Y/N’s arms were scaling the bed to grab something. She couldn’t control the quake of her thighs whenever Erik would lick her clit and place soft wet kisses over it. Her pussy convulsed and rippled against his mouth while her hands went up to grab his dreads.

“Mm,” he moaned into her pussy.

“You’re moaning in my pussy, baby?” She bit her lip with a smile. Erik only looked up at her with playful eyes before giving her a wink. Y/N giggles before opening her mouth to moan again. She finger combed Erik’s dreads while he licked and sucked on her sensitive folds.

“Oh, gosh, I’m cumming, baby.”

After her body went through that explosive experience that covered Erik’s beard and mouth Y/N laughs softly as Erik crawled up her body.

“You’re mouth is fucking dangerous,” she licked her essence from his lips, “You fucking me, right?”

“What you think?” He spoke with a deep husky tone. Erik went for her lips again, Damn near sucking her face off. She giggled from him tickling her with the light and soft kisses he placed down her neck and over her chest. Y/N wraps her arms around Erik’s neck and her legs around his waist. He was so damn hard that all he had to do was use the power of his hips to enter her pussy. The minute he did, Y/N let out a heavenly moan. Erik sat up on his elbows and plowed into her with a craving so addictive he couldn’t see himself fucking her just this once tonight. Y/Ns head was damn near hanging over the edge of the bed.

“We’re gonna fall off!!!” She spoke in a breathless tone.

“I gotchu,” Erik sucked on her nipples, “This pussy just too good baby.”

“Oh, yeah?” She fucked him back, “how about now?”

“Much better,” His wide dimpled smile warmed her heart.

The rhythm of their body had the bed rocking. The sound of their sex mixed with their loud moans drowned out the comedy movie. Y/N squeezed Erik’s firm ass causing him to sigh against her lips. His hands gripped the edge of the bed as he took control and fucked into his woman with his eyes burning through hers.

“Shit, Daddy!” She dragged her nails down his spine, “Fuck my pussy like that!”

One particular thrust had her body slipping further from the bed.

“Erik—“

“Fuck!” Before he could even save her and himself from falling off the bed they both tumbled to the carpeted floor wrapped in each others bodies. Y/N burst into laughter, clutching her naked chest. Erik lifted up on his elbows looking down at her before snorting a laughter himself. They were literally high off of laughing.

“I cannot stop laughing,” she shook her head, covering her eyes with her hands, “Might as well fuck me on the floor, daddy.”

“I ain’t getting back up, shit,” He was still deep inside of her. He sat up and pulled Y/N into his lap. She wrapped her legs around him and Erik placed his hands on her waist. He bounced her in his lap, the sound of her ass cheeks clapping on his thighs. She grabbed the edge of the bed to hold on for the ride.

“This the best pussy you ever had,” she was telling him not asking.

“Fuck yes, this good pussy.”

Y/N gripped Erik’s thighs and started bouncing and grinding her hips even more. Her titties damn near hit his face. She smiled down at him with those sexy lips.

“You having fun, huh!” Erik grabs her ass and spreads his thighs to thrust up into her, “look at you bouncing on the dick like you on a pogo stick!”

“You like that shit,” She threw her head back, “Damn, Daddy I’m gonna cum on this dick again!”

“You fucking better or I’m getting that ass,” Erik warns.

“Shit—“

“Come on, give me that sloppy puss—“

“OH MY GOD!”

Her head fell forward against Erik’s shoulder. She placed kisses on his neck as her body shook around him from her orgasm.

“I fucking love this dick, baby.”

“You gonna make me cum now?”

“Should I?” Y/N teases.

“What you mean?” Erik grabbed her face to look at him, “Don’t play with me, Y/N.”

“I feel like playing now.”

Y/N lifts from Erik’s body to jump up on the bed. Erik’s jaw tightened with annoyance. He lifts from the floor, walking up to the bed and reaching out to grab her leg. Y/N jerked herself back quickly, laughing.

“I’m not chasing you, Y/N, stop playing and come give me that pussy.”

“Awww, Daddy’s mad,” Y/N placed a fake pout on her lips, “too bad I don’t care.”

Erik was on the bed now, his strong arms springing forward, grabbing Y/N’s ankles and making her fall to the bed. Her body bounced and she squealed. Erik crawled over to her quickly, grabbing her wrists to trap her beneath him.

Erik chuckles, “too late.”

“You must think I’m playing,” Erik thrusts forward inside of her again, “keep still and stop playing around!”

“Okay!” She watched Erik pull her legs back so far that her feet touched the head board.

“Dont be surprised if I wake up pregnant with you fucking me like this, Daddy.”

Her slick walls coated his dick. Erik locked Y/N’s ankles with one hand as he used all might to drill Y/N’s pussy. She was tapping the bed with her hand from how intense he was moving.

“Don’t tap out now, be a champ,” Erik swivels his hips inside of her, “what I tell you? Let me take this pussy, girl. Cut that shit out.”

“How are you not cumming?!!!”

“Shut up,” Erik playfully bites her neck.

Her pussy was way too sensitive at this point. She was a shaking mess beneath Erik the more he fucked her. Y/N reaches out to grab his balls to play with because the shit drove him crazy.

“I see what you’re doing,” He flips her over, “now who’s playing?”

Y/N was not prepared for the way he fucked her from the back. Erik had her arms locked so she wouldn’t try and go for his nuts.

“You’re not playing fair!” She mumbled into the mattress.

“Fuck, now I’m about to cum! Goddamn!”

Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her body rocked back against Erik’s. He lifted her up so that she was pressed against him. He thrust into her a couple more times before his hefty cum filled her pussy. She allowed her head to fall back against his shoulder to relish in the sensation of his cum inside of her.

“Damn, I needed that,” Erik kisses her neck, “I’m still hard though give me five minutes.”

“Oh, nah, uh-uh,” Y/N wasn’t having that she was exhausted, “Nah, nigga not tonight.”

“Please, Y/N? You know I usually don’t beg unless I really want something.”

“Erik, I’m a geriatric, remember?”

“Bruh,” He pushes Y/N down on the bed. She turned around with a glare on her face before tossing a pillow at his head.

“Now you’re definitely not getting some pussy.”

[evyisaks]

Parts of a Isak and Even fic that I’ll never actually fully write or finish. It’s a break up fic. Sorry if the characters seem OOC for people because we all know that they’d never actually break up.

1.

Isak knows what hurts Even the most. That’s why he never uses it against him and why it doesn’t get brought up in arguments and during shouting fights. Isak knows that if he ever uses it that it means that they are done. Which is why he would never.

Even knows what hurts Isak the most. That’s why he never uses it against him and why it happens during arguments and during shoutings fights. Even knows that if he ever uses it that it means that they are done. Which is why...

It happens during their longest argument. Even knows about the abandonment issues that Isak has so if Even ever left during a fight he made sure that Isak knew that he loved him and that he’d come back, and if he was ever so angry that he forgot to do that he always called. This was an unspoken rule between them and mostly Even just wanted Isak to know that he just needed time to calm down but that the love was still there.

Even knows what hurts Isak the most. That’s why he never uses it against him and why it happens during arguments and during shoutings fights. Even knows that if he ever uses it that it means that they are done. Which is why during their last and longest argument he leaves without a word and Isak waits and waits and waits and waits for a phone call or text message - and then he stops waiting.

Even doesn’t come home that night and Isak leaves to spend the weekend in Oslo. 

2.

When Isak returns from Oslo this happens:

Even cooking his favorite food(s)

Isak asking for them to not talk for just one more night and just sleep. He just wants to sleep

Both of them spend the night in each others arms. Isak tries to stay strong and let the tears show. Even shows his.

isak is the first one to wake up, if he was actually sleeping.

Isak is packing his things when Even wakes up, and when Isak is ready to leave Even stops him.

“Really Isak? This is how you want to end our relationship? No goodbye? It’s like we meant nothing to you.”

"This meant nothing to me? What do you want from me Even? Do you want me to yell at you? To scream? To cry? Do you want me to beg you to give us a try? Do you want to hear how my heart is breaking right now? Or how I don't know when I will be over this - over you. How I'll always love you. Is that what you want? You... You fell in love with someone else Even. How could I compete with that?"

“I-I...what do you mean?”

“Please don’t lie to me Even. Please don’t make a fool out of me. You think that I don’t know? That I haven’t seen the signs? I hoped that it was just my imagination but Even, i don’t remember the last time you told me that you loved me.”

“I’m sorry. I did though. I still do. I just feel like I don’t deserve to say it anymore, not when my heart isn’t with only you.”

“I know. For what it’s worth, you are the love of my life Even and you probably always will be. I will always love you.“

3.

A year passes and nothing changes - except the fact that Isak is now back at Oslo and studying at the university there.

4. 

Another one passes. Another year with one night stands: Erik, Jens, Eivind...?

5.

One more year passes. He doesn’t spend it alone - there’s Julian.

6. 

Julian but he’s not Even.

7. 

New year.

They meet again 5 years later. It's been easy to not see each other- with Isak moving back to Oslo and Even staying in Trondheim. But he's back now and he's not alone. But he's not with the person that was the reason for their break up. 

The reason for their break up was a brown eyed brunette. She was studying to be a teacher too and had dreams of becoming a painter but put them on hold to get a job that could "actually get her some income". Isak found ways to accept the fact that he fell in love with someone else and that someone else was a girl. Someone who could give him a family and give him everything. It sounded wrong and probably problematic, as Vilde would say, but it made it easier to accept it when thinking like that. 

However the person that he sees Even with now is a blue eyed boy with dark hair and he's so pretty and Even looks so happy, and it makes him want to cry. 5 years later and all the denial that Isak was in washes away. The ugly truth comes crashing back. Even didn't leave him because he wanted to be with a girl. Even just fell out of love with Isak because wasn’t enough.

His name is Arvid and he is so fucking nice and Isak hates that - hates the fact that there’s nothing to hate about this guy. He looks at Even the way Even used to look at him, when they were both in love with each other, and Even looks at him like he’s the only one in the room.

He puts the anger and hate on Jonas instead. Jonas who is so stupidly in love with Mikael and the happiness made him lose braincells so they are all currently having dinner at Yousef and Sana’s - a way to catch up. 

This happens when Isak and Even for some damn reason end up alone. Why are alone?

Breaking the silence is easier said then done but Isak does it somehow, and what the fuck:

“Arvid seems awesome.”

“Yeah he is.” 

“How long have you two been together?”

“Not exactly sure but i think a bit over 4 years.”

“Huh. That’s.... that’s longer than we were.”

“Isak i’-”

 “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

8. 

Another year passes and nothing really changes.

9.

Another year passes and there’s no longer a Even and Arvid. Nobody but Isak  really knows why. There’s Isak and Fredrik instead.

10.

Another year passes and Isak and Even are friends again.

11.  

Another year passes and there’s late nights and swimming pools. Isak and Fredrik

12.

Another year passes and it’s baby steps.

13.

Another year passes and it’s almost the start of something new - or is it old?

14.

Another year passes and it’s: “you’re the love of my life”. And it’s: “I’m not sure if I ever actually stopped loving you. You were always so real - the realest thing that I knew, and I think that I was afraid. Because you were so real and I felt so fake, and I think that i didn’t let myself love you anymore.”

15. 

Another year passes and it’s mostly wrongs than rights. It’s mostly trust-issues, abandonment issues, and misunderstandings; miscommunications. 

16.

 Another year passes and it’s “I didn’t say it back years ago but you’re the love of my life too Isak.”

17.

 Another year passes and it’s mostly rights than wrongs. It’s mostly I love yous, promises, understandings, and communication.

18.

Another year passes and it just is.

19. 

Another year passes and it’s six years now since the new beginning.

20. 

Another year passes and they are three now.

21. 

Isak knows what hurts Even the most. That’s why he never uses it against him and why it doesn’t get brought up in arguments and during shouting fights. Isak knows that if he ever uses it that it means that they are done. Which is why he would never.

Even knows what hurts Isak the most. That’s why he never uses it against him and why it happens during arguments and during shoutings fights. Even knows that if he ever uses it that it means that they are done. Which is why he won’t do it again.

[blackmuzak8484]

nortey dowuona’s best of 2020

to be completely honest, I decided to do this entirely for TSJ. otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered at all. Best end lists are for music nerds and billboard chart nerds and industry vultures, and i happen to be subscribed, in the discord and in the comments of the youtube vids of these folk. so, i decided to pick 10 out of random from the big best of 2020 i was compiling for the whole of the year, which I was gonna post to this Tumblr at the end of the damn year, but I guess I can just post the link to the playlist in the bottom of this post. Here, i’m gonna write about 10 songs I personally love, and pick out a few artists i specifically loved:

artist of the year.

RAP Ferreira put out his best album and best verses in a year everybody either stagnated, fell off or got rendered irrelevant by the world at large. He was ebullient, hilarious, thoughtful and even surprisingly honest. I enjoyed the fact that now he’s begun to create a real platform for many talented folx, and I hope he continues to do that in the margins and make even more beautiful music in the years to come.

rookie of the year.

Enny by a mile. Everybody else who debuted this year got hamstrung by the pandemic but she created 3 great songs, each thoughtful, insightful and a joy. Apparently she just started publicly releasing music to a large audience, and I hope she gets better and better, and even gets bigger than J-

most pleasant surprise.

Vic Mensa’s V Tape. An artist who I though had no more moves left completely turned around his whole career with a fantastic performance at Lollapalooza, a fantastic fleet of features and tis gorgeously produced EP which had some of his most brilliant songs on it. I love it all, Vic Mensah is well and truly back. Welcome back bro. (ALSO, DROP THE DRILL TRACK.)

GREAT THING A GHANAIAN ARTIST DID.

Strongman Burner, Amarae, Okunta Kinte, Vic Mensah in general.

cool things my friends and classmates did.

Justine Darcenne’s #4TheBaeless. Valencia Rae’s Siren thyhomebodies’s Coming of Age. (Phil, a producer in the group, made his own studio!) Brad built his own computer. petit abri put a track on APT9 Record’s compiliation album Volume II. khaalid anderson’s transitions. (khaalid will also be performing at Beats & Brunch on January 23, 2021 at 11 am.) Yannick Paul’s Bear Fruit. The Big Climax’s This Is Ya Boy kxng jetson’s Waves (ft. Kokko Williams & Mike Mezzl) Nicole Gonzalez performed in The Composer’s Melody. Victoria Marie released a bunch of beaufiful covers on her Insta, @toriiii_marie @ph0ssy_jaw works as a counselor online. Pay her at her PayPal. Johnny Aperano Yoba was on People AND Vogue. Dalitso is a wonderful pianist at his church back home in Zambia. Kobina is a fantastic drummer at his church. Kayla graduated with a BS in Music Technology and Industry! Damian been cookin on his insta. Travis graduated! (Look out for Clan of Dragons.) Rorghino Flores made a documentary! Francis (and Animax FYB) put out Mmofra on AmaLexPrime! (play it with yo kids.) A Hype has been dropping crazy all year, roll by his SoundCloud and check out Persistence Of Memory. Reina H been doing great covers on her Insta, @challenges_inlife. Hannah placed music on C. B. S.

best albums of the year (that nobody’s written about).

Maya Huyana -1991 DaWeirdo - Broke and Ugly $ilkMoney - Attack of the Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags of the 85 VI Seconds - Because Why Not/Never Knows Best Erik Cain - Heart & Soul Vol. 2 Dimitri & the Scarecrow - Messenger is Sender (from 2015, finally got released onto streaming this year, still pretty great and another great Zimbabwean rapper for us to all fawn over, just like billy woods) Flowking Stone - Gifted 1 The Hoodies - Incommunicado Jayy Grams - Every Gram Counts Domo Genesis/Mike and Keys - Just in Case1/2 Madwiz - God’s Gold Teeth Maez301 - Hasaan Daara J Family - Yaamatele Dai Burger - Dessert EP TeePhlow - Road To Phlowducation II Tef Poe/Blvck Spade - Preacher in the Trap Terrell Hines - Portal One: The Mixtape redveil - niagara Nyukyung - Trap Harmonix AdrianXpression - Sucka Deante Hitchcock - Better (Deluxe) maassai & jWords - ve.loc.i.ty tobe nwigwe - cincoriginals everything Kelsey Lu did this year.

strangest things happening in music in general.

vic mensah actually making a great record. goldlink going through a narcissistic collapse and winding up making the best music of his career. redveil blowing up off Fantano calling him wack. pharoahe monch finally making a rock pivot and it actually works. meet me@the garden coming 10 years too late for my 14 year old self. RAP Ferreira being in the NYTimes, selling a vinyl record for $72, creating an actual nostrum grocers in a video game so we can listen to his next record. The entirety of the playboi carti phenomenom. The entirety of the lil uzi vert phenomenom. The entirety of Chance’s instagram EP being far more money worthy then the entirety of the Big Day and yet being released on Insta and not immediately monetized. Deante Hitchcock releasing a great album and being completely forgotten armand hammer releasing their underground kings wayyy too early. my ass continually not actually looking into amapiano despite always loving it when I review it. several good songs needing to be tacked on to a prior youtube vid as an ad for me to find them instead of actually listening to the artists. santan dave still releasing good verses after he made his illmatic. (expect his new album to suck.) slowthai becoming cake. (we let that go way too far.) Guapdad and BfB Packman being wonderful. Finding out BfB PAckman is a better rapper than Sada Baby. John Boyega putting on Ego Ella May. Having to admit Young Dolph was good all this time and i missed out like a fool.

best tv performance.

Chance The Rapper’s “A Chi-Town Christmas.” IDK’s “Change The Channel.” Sa-Roc’s Tiny Desk Concert. Chika in general. Robert Glapser’s “This Changes Everything (ft. Denzel Curry).” SZA at the Roots Picnic. Sampa The Great at the Roots Picnic. RAP Ferreira in general. Umi’s “Introspection Live Show.” Alexa Esperanza’s cover of “Is It A Crime.” Bad Bunny in general. the jwords, nappy nina and MIKE performances at Satellite Syndicate

most embarrassing piece of music i love with all my heart

Logic’s No Pressure. In all sense of the words I should not love this album like I love my siblings but I do. It is beautiful.

best 10 songs of this year objectively

1 - RAP Ferriera - An Idea Is A Work Of Art (ft. Mike Ladd) [prod. by Kenny Segal, mr. carmack and Mike Parvizi]

I know, I know. In all honesty Doldrums should be here. Then Noz put it on his best list and I had to be all ChiTown Go-Getter and pick the next better thing: this. And in all honesty, it has the best lyric RAP spits on the album: “we build better answers.” But it’s not just that, it’s RAP’s most animated performance, the most dexterous piece on the whole album and the most gorgeous beat, a loping bassline sliding behind the flatfooted drum, allowing Mike Ladd, his musical father, to gently drift through, saying, “what if royalty depised us?” and knowing the only gold is soul and giving it to all of us, all us maggots and vultures and locusts and weevils, to hold to the light so we can finally see. On the quest to get open and free, we continue.

2 - Chika - U Should [prod. by Lido]

I heard this the night it dropped and shot 2 insta videos playacting as it played. But apart from that, it’s a intimate, beautiful song about getting to know a new lady love, so tenderly sung it might melt and disappear if not held gently, with a sweeping guitar lick and purring trumpets sliding all over the place, Chika softly holding each frayed piece together into a considered, gorgeous piece - wait, she’s talking her shit.

3 - Issa Gold - Boys Don’t Cry [prod. by Kingjet & Sherwyn and Matt Zara]

The only reason this isn’t number one is because it dropped on Christmas Eve. But otherwise, it’s a openheart letter to us all. “it’s a lonely path being different,” Issa says, swimming in the melted ice caps as he once danced happily on the edges of melting glaciers that failed to drown him, looking at the world that keeps hurting his heart, yet he still opens his eyes and smiles, and dances. The heavy drums are so bouncy the whole song suddenly flies, formerly a hidden murmur becoming a bright sunlit flight across the sky so we can all see. I can’t wait to see Tempus, if it’s anything as good as this was.

4 - Deante Hitchcock - Growing Up/Mother God [prod. by Brandon Phillips-Taylor]

In all honesty, “Growing Up” is really not the best song on Better. It’s a sweet, happy song with a smooth, crackling bassline with soft, ghostly synths, but still kinda ok. It’s the song added at the end, “Mother God”, that has warm, sizzling piano chords and gorgeous singing in the back. It’s one of the few time I’ve ever heard a man pay homage to the woman in his life and to the God above while being entirely sincere and not faking the funk. The way he praises his mom, his lady, remembering the women in his family taking care of him and him foolishly neglecting Breonna due to his overburdened mind feels full of details, remembrances, explanations and praises. Plus, it actually makes sense that God, if she exists (she does) is a woman since -

5 - Yana Perrault - whiskey and weed [prod. by slate]

Apparently, Yana Perrault is verified now. Excellent. {YES YES MY GOD YESS}, It means more folks know about how great this song, and Yana herself is. If I had any sense, I would’ve written up 12:21 as the best song of 2018, but such is life. Anyway, we have this smooth, bass heavy slinker with shimmering percussion and lumbering drums about hooking up with a former flame who’s “sober” yet keeps on calling Yana to break their sobriety, “know we ain’t talked in a while but you still know my address,” she wryly mentions. As the beat sprints away under a warm cocoon of accapella echoes, it mirrors a relationship so tenuous it might disappear into the wind. Yet still strong enough to have whiskey on call.

6 - Marlon Craft - Culture Sick Freestyle [prod. by Cormill]

Apparently this was supposed to be a shot at Flex. And since Flex is a woman beater and a lame, good for him. Shouldn’t have even gone on Flex to be honest, but then again neither should Jay Critch or Tyler or Black Thought and besides, I watch those freestyles too. And on the freestyle, Marlon frankly put things in perspective. “You don’t want us to better, you just want to be cool still.” This describes all of rap media to be real. And tellingly, it only has 310,000 views. Methinks nobody really wants real. But I do. Thank u Marlon, you continue to be the best white rapper alive. (Nowhere near the best rapper tho, and if Token hadn’t fell off -)

7 - Miah - Cascades [prod. by Cedes]

I’m sideeyeing the boy Miah cuz I had to search up his Audiomack to find the producer’s name (it’s Cedes, and they have a really great avalanche of Drake Type Beats is you like that kind of thing). Were you trying to trick folk into thinking you produced it yourself? You don’t need to do that shit. Especially since you’re writing stuff like “back in high school all my peers were tryin to hit the league / until the league too far from reach so they tap dancing over beats.” When you can frankly break down life that clearly, don’t be trying to hide producer’s names unless you actually learn to produce too. Plaster your name all over that shit.

8 - Justine Darcenne - Off Days [prod. by Mikhail Miller] / Enny - Peng Black Girls (ft. Amia Brave [prod. by Paya]

Justine is indeed my classmate, but that’s not why this song is here. it’s here because it’s a nice little guitar driven song with a spellbinding bridge that’s the best thing I’ve heard her do yet. And I’mma keep it short cuz I already wrote this up at the Singles Jukebox.

Enny released this soft, cushiony record with washed out synths over bulky drums and floated FLOATED over them without even trying to run in the tar, saying frankly, “He said to me, 'they put guns in the streets, that’s what they wanted for me.’ And I said, ‘G, someone can fix you a plate but no one can force you to eat.’” After all, why not try to live for something greater than what the world has expected you to be. And Amia sings, “We’re gon be alright, ok?” with the joy and excitement of someone realizing the words coming alive on their tongue. One of the best songs of this miserable year, and it’s kinda funny watching Jorja accidentally Drake out Amia and even Enny (and by funny I mean irritating.)

9 - Tobi Lou - okay (ft. Dreezy) [prod. by Matteo Woods & Dilip]

Fun fact: Dilip did some great songs with Otxhello, a producer who recorded and mixed 2 records on my first album. That again is not why this song is here. The warm, swinging synths and heavy, bouncy drums are why this is here. Oh, and Tobi’s goofy, silly lyrics and his surprisingly effective Missy Elliott tribute are great too. But obviously, the verse that vaulted this into top 10 was Dreezy, which opens with such a openhearted line, “i can’t help it, it’s too hard to say I’m sorry.” And every line is harder than the last, until she closes with “and I ain’t talkin frontals but we got the city sown up.” Absolutely amazing.

10 - Strongman Burner - Pilolo (ft. KelvynBoy) [prod. by Nixie]

The sweet, gooey synths are poured over the soft, zipping and smooth drums as the wiry bass whirls between Kelvyn’s soft, thin crooning as Stoneman tap dances over the drums, both desperate and defiant, trying to salvage a sinking relationship that he knows is already gathering coral and snappers. It’s the best afropop song of the year and yet it still has a Nigerian on it (well, I put 4 Nigerians on here, next year I’m rectifying that.) And they even did a song together last year , not as good as this. At all. (still pretty good tho.)

best 10 songs i love (but not enough to write full paragraphs for, I already put 10 in and this is already 5 goddamn pages)

11 - Logic - Heard ‘Em Say

best song on the project that isn’t Dadbod but at least it isn’t tempting fate.

12 - Deqn Sue - Creep

I already love this for having a gorgeous bridge, and is cute af. Yes Sue, you can creep.

13 - Quelle Chris & Chris Keys - Sudden Death/ka - i love {moms, mimi, kev}

QUELLE CHIS CAN SANG SANG./ka can heart heart write.

14 - IDK - Square Up (ft. Juicy J)

I don’t know why this is here either but this slaps regardless.

15 - Nappy Nina - Modestly (ft. Maassai)

Maassai is creating some of the best raps out here. so is Nappy Nina.

16 - Kehlani - Lexii’s Outro (ft. Lexii Ajaii)

Let’s celebrate our great rappers when they’re alive (and this includes me. Pls Chika, don’t win Best New Artist.)

17 - Samad Savage - Goodnight

What Travis Scott should’ve tried to be instead of what he is now. Samad still dope af regardless.

18 - Bad Bunny - Si Veo Tu Mama

The way Bad Bunny actually hits that last note makes me feel so excited and alive.

19 - Fat Tony - Back In The Saddle

I fucked up. But I’m getting back in the saddle, back in the saddle next year. NO NIGERIANS ALL NIGERIENS. #ENDSARS tho.

20 - Lady A - the truth is loud

Why am I the only one who has this on a best list? I have 34 bot followers. Vibe, step it up.

best of 2020 music right here folxs.

worst music things of the year:

The Pop Smoke album. Just in all areas. (Better win that Grammy tho.) Travis Scott in general. (So loud and empty and boring.) Big Sean’s Detroit 2. (why does this exist? Just put out Deep Reverence and Detroit Night Cypher and leave everything on the cutting room floor fo the next album.) Remembering all the great rappers who are dead or incarcerated. No Kendrick album (just leaks. Not good enough.) J. Cole and Noname beefing and Noname getting strung up by twitter. Jay Rock pushing being anti-vaccinations. The realization that Normani might never drop a single record ever again. Tory Lanez in general. Joyner Lucas making actually good songs and falling off almost immediately. Cardi B in general. Anything positive being said about steven Universe songs. Luzamity shipping (until it’s canon please stop! Willuz is RIGHT THERE!)

[simqly-me]

Everybody talks about how great an Avengers reality TV show would be, and I totally agree, but what about an X-Men reality TV show? Like, Charles allows a TV crew to come and record around the school so more kids want to go, and it all goes to complete shit. Like, imagine what they all would be doing

Peter-

He’d be annoying as he possibly could, and prank literally everyone. He’d try to make it look like the worst possible place you could go to. Sometimes Warren would get in on his pranks, unless Kurt found out and forced him out of it. He’d constantly annoy Scott to the point of Scott being completely ready to murder him, and would skip out on all of his chores. They try to get him to stop going on camera, but this little bitch always finds a way. He is super immature, but can act serious if needed. He’d make a bunch of shitty references and play video games all the time. When someone is talking, you can almost always see him doing Fortnite dances in the back for no reason but his own amusement. He plays a bunch of old songs, and is always blasting them, in the middle of the night. Scott almost throws his speakers out the window multiple times. He also has a record player- and he usually plays Queen or some shit. The show has almost gotten copyrighted so many times because of him.

Scott-

Tries to make the school look perfect. Talks about the academics, the clubs, and how everyone is welcome. In a lot of angles, you can see him quietly studying in the background. He introduces the newer kids to the camera crew, and the crew follow him around as he shows them around the school. He’s completely done with Peter’s bullshit. The crew has witnessed him try to laser Peter multiple times, but he only does it because he knows Peter can quickly dodge it. He’s often the subject of Peter’s pranks. Tries to make it look like they live in a safe environment, five minutes later the kitchen and common room are both up in flames, Ororo is trying to put them out with her powers, Jean happens to be the one who started them after Peter pissed her off, Peter’s running around because somehow his jacket caught on fire, Jubilee is bawling her eyes out, Warren is pissing himself laughing, and Kurt’s no where to be seen. He has teleported all the way to Guatemala. He is starting a new life there. He can no longer deal with the constant fear he has living there. Scott is just 320% disappointed with his friends antics.

Jean-

It takes the camera crew a while to find her, sometimes. She tries not to be on it a lot. She usually hides out in the back of the library, studying. She can also be found hanging out with the group, one of the only times she seems content when they film her. She also tries to help a bit with Scott’s cause, that the school is great, but often finds herself listing the shitty parts instead. She sets stuff on fire because of Peter a lot, and is quick to apologize after, begging for forgiveness. She can also be found at the archery range, but they decide not to bother her, as she seems happy and calm and not stressed for once. She’s usually the calmest one, except for one she gets really pissed. Everyone goes to her for advice, and she’s actually insanely trustworthy with information (Well, she has been hearing everyone’s secrets her whole life).

Kurt-

Literally has no idea what is happening. 110% confused he just wants peace and quiet. He was surprised the first time he watched a TV show, and now they’re suddenly in one? And there’s no script? What is he supposed to say?! He goes to Jean for help because he’s kind of embarrassed that he doesn’t get it. Even after getting advice, he’s still really confused. Almost every time the camera lands on him, he teleports away because he’s scared of screwing it up. Warren tries to assure him he’s fine, but he’s still scared as hell. Sometimes the camera crew catch him reacting to things he’s never seen before because of the circus. Jubilee usually is the one introducing him to them. Oh, him and Jubilee watch the Bachelor together. The camera crew find him sleeping all the time. Doesn’t matter where. He is asleep. They do not bother him. The simply get a quick shot, and move on. He’s just an oblivious adorable dork who needs help around things.

Warren-

Having the time of his life. He loves the cameras, because he can say things the whole world can hear. Has criticized his dad multiple times on camera, hoping he would hear it. He gets in on Peter’s pranks a lot and loves pissing people off. He honestly does not give a fuck if people are mad at him because he holds his own opinions. They catch him drunk multiple times, and it’s always fucking hilarious. The flying shots they get of him are pretty cool, too. He’s, surprisingly, apologized on the show about the Apocalypse situation. Acts protective of Kurt, and is almost always seen with him. Warren and Peter hold a love-hate relationship. They make fun of each other a lot, but, they’re kind of best friends. They tell each other almost everything. They’ve been caught smoking on the roof and talking before, and Warren calls him his birth name to annoy him. Warren’s wings are super fluffy, and the whole group seems to think so, because they’re always all up on them. He was caught red-handed one night when they found him with a bunch of conditioner, bringing the entire bag into the bathroom to shower with. He had to admit it then and there- he conditions them in fear of anyone getting hurt because of them. He acts bitchy, but he cares. He was lucky enough to earn their trust in the first place, in his opinion.

Ororo-

She often talks about serious issues on camera, because she finally has the platform to do so. The camera crew comes with her to Black Lives Matter and feminism events. She protests often, and people start to recognize her at the protests because of the show. She sometimes disappears for days to weeks, confusing everyone when she comes back with a group of new mutants. “Found them, adopted them,” Is her only response when questioned. She can be insanely hilarious at times. When she’s super upset, she’ll make it storm for days and lock herself away in her room. One time they recorded her decking a guy for catcalling her, even after she said to go away. Her hair is constantly changing, and nobody knows how. She’ll not leave the mansion at all and one moment she has this hair style, the next she’ll have a different one.

Jubilee-

Literally ecstatic about the cameras. Bubbly the whole time, she’ll bounce around and show the camera’s her favorite areas of the school. She rants about the most random shit on camera, and at random times will shout herself out. ‘Follow me on Instagram @-’ ‘My Twitter is-’. She’ll talk about her favorite shows and her dreams and such, and she’s just really pure the whole time. An absolute queen. She lets the camera crew record one of her girl nights with Jean and Ororo. Most expect it to be super cliche, with facemasks on while they paint each other’s nails. But- but no. They’re pranking everyone. Scott automatically believes it to be Peter, meanwhile the trio is climbing in the vents over him. Everyone in the mansion is surprised after seeing the episode, and Peter has a smug look on his face when Scott apologizes for getting pissed at him.

Wade-

Nobody knows how the fuck this dude is getting into the mansion. He literally should not be there. He keeps sneaking in and talking about shit that no one understands. ‘Wow, a TV show in a movie franchise?!’ They try to kick him out, but he keeps coming back somehow. He is everywhere. There is no stopping him. Starts paintball fights in the corridors and where the hell did he get all of these paintball guns?! They’ve tried every single thing they could, but, Wade is there to stay. Only a few people have actually seen his face since he’s always wearing that damned mask.

Charles-

A tired Mom™ . Regrets the show a few weeks in, but he can’t stop now. There’s a fan base. A fan base! And so many more young mutants have been registering to get in! Talks about mental health a lot, and how they can offer therapy sessions at the school. Tries to stop all of the shit that happens, but never can. He just needs a fucking break for Heaven’s sake. Get this man a vacation, stat! Actually very proud of all the kids, though. For everything they’ve done. They aren’t scared to talk about issues that need to be talked about, and, that makes his heart swell a bit each time.

Erik-

Not there half the time. When he is, he’s hanging out with Charles or scolding Peter. The kids call him Dadneto on camera, and he pretends to hate it. Also, trains the kids, a lot. Talks about how mutants should be viewed as equals (Charles wont let him start with his usual ‘Homo-Surpremacy!’ monologuing. So, he sticks with equality instead.) Makes an apology video apologizing for every time he’s tried to end humanity. Only there to support Charles, honestly.

[wakandascrystal]

Imagine this….Part 5

Imagine this… Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

“How can I trust you?” 

“You can’t have a baby with someone you didn’t sleep with. I can’t act like that anymore. I have something to lose now. You.”

                                                  ******************

(A/N-Sorry for any spelling errors)

"So the IV drip was just to restore your energy and the shoot is filled with antibiotics. Just take these pills 3 times a day and you will be back to your old self in no time."

The nurse in front of you handed you the bottle of pills and left. Erik was at the front desk taking care of the fee of your medication.

You jumped off the table and strolled to Erik's side.

"You feeling better baby?" he asked

You shook your head and grabbed his arm. Not long you were back home sleeping in his arms.

This is all you wanted. To be at peace with him. You wanted to be sure about him and lately you werent. Even when you lay so close to his heart, so close to him you still felt like he was on another planet. Erik was an amazing man but was he good for you? All the things he said before you fall asleep were nice to hear.

He wanted you, a house, a family even children but that could all change if he changes his mind. He held power. He had control. Your future was in his hands. Cause everyone knew you were committed but all he had to show for his commitment were promises. You're about to leave college and graduate. You can't plan your life around promises. You had thoughts you would like to voice to him. You didn't want to constantly question him but at the same time you wanted to know what's really up and if he was really in your corner. Only time will tell ,your inside voice told you as you fell deeper into your slumber.

                                                            ******

“Erik I have clothes. We don't need to go to the Mall.“ He kissed his lips as he turned into the parking lot.

“Its a formal meeting (y/n). Can't have you dressed all fashionNova when we meet the king.“

“Hey!! Don't drag my clothing Erik. I have formal stuff...Like that black- “

he cut you off

“- Don't tell me about that Black dress you wear everywhere. That thing is so raggedy “ He turned the car off. “ I Brought you here to buy something sexy, something formal, something that goes past your knees.“

Your mouth dropped.

“Erik, did you just call me a slut?“

“Please...black people don't use that work...I just called you a hoe.“

You slap his shoulder twice really hard and he faked a moan. You stopped thinking you have really hurt him with your nails or something.

“E you okay?“

he swiftly caught your lips with a kiss. You blushed as he pulled back and collected his keys and wallet. Ever since the morning, he's been so playful and affectionate. You liked it but a sudden change with Erik was worrisome. He even joined you in the shower.

“Why is your water boiling (y.n)??” “No, it's not. Don't be such a baby. Come give me a kiss.“ “Not until you turn the cold water on.“ “Erik My shower time ....my temperature - Period.“ He ended up staying

You touched your warm cheeks, amazed at how much effect he still had on you.

“Erik. I..” He stopped what he was doing and looked at you.

“I don't have any cash to buy something.....but you know Tinah can lead me something nice.” Erik let out a giggle.

“wait you thought you were going to pay? What kind of man would I be? Let's go I gotcha.“

“Okay.“

Erik had taken you to Gucci. You thought he wanted to look at their shoes laugh at their prices and leave but he just stood there and told to pick a dress.

“Erik I'm not buying there's ugly ass over priced rug looking dresses. I am really grateful I really am....this must be an important meeting. huh” You told him softly.

Erik nodded his head slowly. You knew what was coming. Every time Erik nodded his head slowly you knew he was going to share some personal information so you had to listened up.

“This ain't some meeting with some random Company manages or ..recruitment agencies. This is my cousin who's a mother fucking king. I don't want to look like some failure ..you know. I know I'm a man I got pride but I don't want the nigga thinking am.... charity.” His voice was low so was his head. You don't know when but you had held his hands in yours.

It hit you like a ton of bricks. All his life he saw himself as charity and he didn't want that picture to come across to his cousin. He didn't want his cousin to look down on him.

He must value this man then. If he would care what he thinks of him. Cause Erik doesn't give a shit about anyone but it seems like he does about this Man.

“Erik I know your life hasn't been great. You've went through so much but you don't give yourself the credit you deserve. You are nobodies charity. You in college and you pay for it cash. You have a car, you have nice clothes. You are doing amazing. You can’t compete with your cousin he’s a king and your a student. He owns a country and you own textbooks.“ Your heart started beating faster when he smiled at your lame joke.

“The only person you should compare yourself to is your past self... and I don't know about you but the present you is winning. Plus this is your cousin so i'm sure that is not what he will be interested in.“ He smiled again

“Come on Erik lets go.“ You pulled him out of the overpriced store and went to a cute boutique at the end of the mall. You found a nice dress and brought it with a pair of shoes and earrings. Erik also brought a black suit and tie that went with your dress. He also treated you to a malaysian hair bundle you needed to create a sleek high pony.

After that trip to the mall y'all meet up with Tinah and Malik for Dinner. You and Tinah sat at the back of Erik’s Jeep while Malik sat in the front.

“OMG i have to tell y'all something? I had a dream!“ Tinah.

“Oh no Tinah. Cut that shit out.“ Malik said

“What is she talking about Man“ Erik asked Malik

“Don't encourage her she wildin“

“Stop. We all grown and close.“

“What you mean grown and close.“ Malik turned to look at her blushing girlfriend.

“I had a dream we were swinging.“

“You embarrass me Tinah.“ Erik busted out laughing while you were stunned.

“Wait like on a swing...what i’m I messing“

“Baby she means sharing ..you know.“ Erik tried to give you a hint.

“Sharing swings seats.“

“Like a foursome. Like Erik Fucks Tinah and I fuck you.“ Malik explained

“IM NOT FUCKING YOU MALIK!!“

“I didn't say that Tinah did.“ Erik was crying with laughter at this point.

“Your not touching Erik Tinah. I mean it.“ You started to laugh as well.

“Did you see us naked or someshit“ Erik asked.

“You see what you did? Stop having thirsty dreams go swing with your white friends in Economics.“

“Nah fuck that. If you fuck a Henry i'm out Tinah im not playing.“ Malik said

Everyone laughed at Tinah's antics. After Eating Erik drove everyone home - he left you at the dom for the library to carry on studying.

A couple of days went by and the day to meet Erik's cousin came. Turns out it wasn't as professional and Formal as Erik made it out to be. He wanted to meet his cousin just like you said. His Family was important to him and he wanted Erik to know that blood will always be thicker than water. They had made reservations at a fancy hotel just outside the city by some country clubs. Erik was so excited he even took his car to a car wash the day before.

By 7:30 pm you had done your hair and makeup. Erik sat on the bed reading an article while he waited for you to finish. You got dressed in the bathroom and when you walked out he eyes went straight to you. He hadn't seen the dress on you before and quite frankly he didn't even remember any dress with everything that had happened in the past week. You looked gorgeous. The sleek high pony complimented your simply and natural makeup.

Makeup and hair:

Outfit:

You stood still and saw his face.

“Erik I know you hate it because it's long but you said he is a King so I don't want to wear my THOT clothes as you said. I want to make a good impression. I want to make you look good as well. Oh, Are we meeting the Queen as well?”

You stood in front of him. Even with seven-inch heels on he still towers over you.

“You're breathtaking.“ He kissed you and some of your gloss stayed on him.

“He just became king like a year ago, so it's just him.“ You wiped off the gloss on his lips as he spoke.

“You look handsome. I like formal Erik. He fine. Does he have a girl.“ You flirted

He smiled.

“Come on I got my phone and my bag can we go. We’ll be late.“ You said.

                                                     ***************

Once you arrived at the restaurant. You were amazed by the decor. High glass ceilings, walls and low hanging lights. You felt out of place but the hosts and waiters treated you just the same as all the other wealthy customers.

“Sup man. We have a reservation for Erik or a T'challa.“

Hearing that name did feel like Deja vu. You had heard it somewhere, maybe in a dream or a song. Your mind chucked the thought away when Erik held your hand and led the way.

He was being extra gentle with you tonight. Maybe it was the dress that made you seem soft and feminine but he was extra caring since you left the apartment. He even opened the door for you to his car and helped you in. Getting into a Jeep with high heels is not as easy as Rihanna makes it seem to be. You told yourself to just be happy he’s looking out for you and not read into it. Cause every time Erik changes his behavior a red flag rises in your mind.

If he's not being himself ...then he is up to something Right? Up to something ....can be a good something but  lately you were trying to leave room for disappointment.

The host who was dressed in white and gold weaved his way past the bottom floor tables ,directing you and Erik to the most exclusive and private table on the fourth floor. Climbing the stairs Erik stayed one step behind you to make sure you don't fall. His hand rested comfortably on your lower back. You felt like a sheltered women. He made you feel sexy and wanted on the last steps the host pointed you in the right direction.

“Just down the hall to the right you will be at table 101“ Erik thanked him and he left.

Your mind was filled with so much doubt yet so much reassurance. You wanted Erik so bad but you felt like you were risking something by being with him. maybe yourself.

The baby thing was still in your mind. You stayed up awake at night thinking if he was lying. You would create scenarios where you meet up with Cassie and find out the hard truth. There was no way you would stay with Erik if the baby was his. He wouldn't stay with you if you were having another nigga’s child.

A child would complicate everything. You would be second or even third priority after Cassie... the mother of the child. You didn't want that. Cause Erik would never be your second priority why should you be his. You wondered if he had the same thoughts as you about relationship you shared.

You tried to calm down and breath. You wanted to enjoy tonight. Have some wine, good food and meet Erik’s family member. You gave him one last hand squeeze before you entered the sky view dinner area. As if the situation couldn't get any worse your eyes landed on Erik”s Cousin.

It was him.

The Guy from Jafari’s restaurant.

You had his number in your phone.

The young lady he was with sat next to him.

She is here too.

The bodyguard women stood around him.

He is a king. Like real fucking game of thrones shit.

You had a Kings number in your phone and he was Erik”s cousin.

“Earth to (y/n) baby you okay“ Erik smilled.

T'challa had his hand out to you.

“Sorry my bad...“

You didn't know how to play this. Say you've met him before and leave Erik suspicious or lie and act like he was a total stranger and at no point did you picture yourself sitting on his face.

“....Im (y/n). Erik’s Girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you.“

His eyes told you he knew you were faking. He saw right through you. You felt naked and you didn't even do anything wrong. You cleared your thoughts as he kissed your hand.

“A pleasure to meet you. You look marvelous tonight.“

A ticking flowing of electricity flowed from his touch. When he let you go you quickly stepped to Erik’s side. The younger lady introduced herself as Shuri. She was cute and sweet. Erik pulled your chair for you and you thanked him. You sat across T'challa and you knew tonight was going to be a long night.

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[msruchita]

Who Knew? - Part 2

Summary: It’s been 5 years since the snap, Bucky doesn’t seem to be coming back. Enters a stranger who is a balm to her soul. Will she dare to love again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (There’s just a lot of smut, so please, swearing too)

Here’s my fic for KC’s @buckmesideways22 prompt ‘You’re a slave to pleasure’ for her challenge. 

Also, thank you so much to @thesaltyduchess for literally helping me get through this series. I almost gave up if it wasn’t for you.

Let me know your feedback and seriously, every like, reblog, comment is appreciated. I always aim to make myself a better writer. So, to stop rattling on, I hope you guys enjoy! Plus, my Taglist is open, but I will stop tagging you if after a few fics; I see no activity from your end

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‘Beg me.’ He commands you, voice deeper than usual.

‘Please Killmonger, please fuck me. Please!’

He dips a finger into your swollen folds, your pleas tugging at his heart strings but he needs to be sure, toying with your nerves.

‘I need you in me.’

He chuckles, claiming your mouth, but doesn’t give in to your cravings.

‘I will have you writhing, screaming, clawing at me, screaming my name under me before I give myself to you.’ He grins against your lips, watching you with piercing eyes.

You almost scream with frustration, your body so tightly wound up as all you can do is need his cock inside of you. You need it, you want it, he belongs to you. It makes sense now.

He releases the bruising hold he has over your throat, stroking the marks left behind softly in apology as he rams three fingers back inside, massaging your walls feeling you gush all over his hand. The other comes behind to squeeze the ample flesh, fuck, he will never get over your ass. Your previously ebbing orgasm roars back to life, approaching rapidly as you manage to choke out, ‘Erik, I’m going to cum, I can’t hold on. Please, let me cum.’

Panting, you see him give you a long, searching look before removing his hand, one coming to grip your waist and the other around your throat back again. ‘You’re a slave to pleasure. Denying it to you, is absolutely euphoric.’

With no warning, he’s inside of you. There was no indication and you barely felt him move, the thick length burning deliciously, stretching you out as he grunts, waiting patiently as you adjust against him, nibbling at your ear, watching the flush on your face deepen from pink to red.

The moment you’re ready, he sets a gruelling, bruising speed that has you hanging on for dear life, your eyes squeezed shut against the sparks of pleasure. He carefully pulls out of you before slowly moving back in, moaning at how tight you are. You bite down on his neck, wrapping your arms around him, tangling your hands in his hair, pulling slightly as you begin to shake under him.

He picks up speed, throwing you down on the bed, holding your thighs down, pounding into you as you feel each thrust till your womb, the sensation nearly making you scream. Gripping your hips, your legs wrap around his waist weakly, legs trembling from the strain as he pounds into you mercilessly.

His fingers travel back down, a hidden vibe in his hands as he sets it on your clit, the vibrations making you jerk.

‘Erik, oh God, I can’t.’ Tears roll down your face as pain/pleasure blends into one intensity, as he pulls you up again, your hands automatically going into his hair, your bangles scratching his neck, almost undoing him.

‘Come for me babe.’ His hand tightens around your throat, squeezing the breath out of you as he murmurs into your ear. ‘Let me hear you come for me.’

One final thrust, and he presses the vibe against you and you come hard, squirting all over the two of you, biting down hard as you muffle your screams into his shoulder. Erik removes his hand, biting down your neck on an unmarked area. A moment later he groans, his release spurting between the two of you, when he slipped out of you, you had no clue.

Somehow supporting himself, he gently twists both of you, laying on your sides, slowly stroking your back, your hands still loosely tangled in his hair.

He rolls on his back pulling you on top of him, as you lay spread out on his chest, breathing deeply as you kiss the scarred skin.

‘Nobody else will ever own my heart but you.’ You whisper quietly in his ear as he wraps his arms tightly around you.

You flipped your butterfly knife over and over, repeating the same pattern, waiting outside the throne room as you heard Erik and T’Challa embrace each other, the rage and desolation you felt clouding your thoughts of happiness for them.

Blood trickled from a cut on your cheek, as you wiped it carelessly with the back of your hand. Looks like the doctor missed a spot, as you grimaced at the sweat and grime matted in your hair. Your breaths still came in shallow, painful waves as you stumbled slowly from the infirmary to the throne room, coming as no surprise that Erik had called you in for a private audience away from the Avengers. Either he had heard about the stunt you pulled or that thanks managed to get you; your bet was the former, he wouldn’t call like this if he didn’t believe you needed to be punished for your error.

Dr.Cho managed to stitch you up to the best of her efforts, the gaping wound in your stomach now carefully bandaged from where Thanos had stabbed you as you entered at his toneless voice to see him sitting regally on the stairs, his silent appraisal sending shivers rolling down your spine.

‘So, the yoga teacher decided to play hero, and look where it got her. You couldn’t even take down a small alien on your own? No surprise, you needed help, predictably.’ You watched his composure slip for a brief second, surprise giving way to anger to fear.

There was a strained beat of silence as Erik stood up sharply, crossing the distance between you, grabbing your arms and shaking you roughly as you forced back a wince. ’I explicitly told you not to go. I told you to stay behind, watch over the palace in my place. What were you thinking rushing headlong into the fight?!’

Your eyes narrowed dangerously but he continued seething, turning around to pace. ‘You disobeyed a direct order from me, putting yourself into danger like that. Do you have no regard for yourself? For me? For all of us?! You could have died Y/N!’

Rage swirled inside of you at the accusations as you whirled around, raising your hand to slap him, but he anticipated your anger, catching your wrist deftly in his hand. He sneered into your face as he backed you into the nearest pillar, tightening his grip. ‘You dare to strike your love, your King? I expected better from you.’

He pinned his hips against yours, securing you firmly against the pillar, his hand crushing your wrist above your head as you let out a startled, pained gasp. The stitches on your belly, merely a few minutes old, started to tear as the bandage came loose under the fabric of your shirt. He immediately loosened his grip.

‘How dare you. How dare you think I would intentionally risk my life so recklessly, as if it means nothing to me? I tried my best, and sometimes, it isn’t enough, so be it.’ You whispered dangerously.

You grimaced at your own thoughts of fear, anger and excitement, suddenly yearning for something more salacious at the intimate position he had trapped you in. You looked up to see him staring at your waist, staring in horror at the blood that seeped through your shirt coating his arm with blood. You wrenched your arms free from his grasp, ignoring the wince from him, wrapping your arms around your waist, trying to stop the blood flow.

A brief look of hurt crossed his face as he reached forward to caress your cheek with his palm, the warmth bringing about a sting of tears, tenderly stroking your skin in its warmth as you closed your eyes. ‘You belong with me. Y/N, look at me.’

The command was soft, but you shook your head, closing your eyes tightly, willing the tears not to spill from its dam. ‘Y/N, baby, please.’

His voice had dropped to a whisper, as he cupped your face in his hands, gently bring you down to sit beside him. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens never begged for anything in his life, and to hear him grovelling, just for you; you couldn’t refuse him and you opened your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks slowly as he gently grasped your shirt, undoing the buttons to reveal the loose, bloodied bandage.

‘Why didn’t you tell me? That it was this bad? When Dr.Cho told me, I couldn’t believe it, I have failed you.’ He gently pulled you into his arms, whispering into your hair.

T’Challa slowly backed out of the room, quickly searching for a certain soldier who might be able to help defuse this situation. He had not expected to find Erik screaming at you when he decided to enter back in, seeing you enter, to thank you for your courage, completely missing the way Erik held you like a lifeline, not understanding what he felt for you. His eyes were on Bucky’s ashen face, the soft look of happiness faded into one of terror at the memory of you bleeding all over the floor.

‘James, Y/N needs you.’

You were completely undone, sobs wrecked havoc on your abused body as he cradled you, shushing you, wiping away your tears. ‘I swear on Wakanda, and on my father’s grave, I will never fail you again, I love you so much. I should have never said those things. Let me make this right sweetheart, please.’

Tenderly brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, he cupped your face in his warm hands, silently begging for permission.You nodded simply, floored by his admission as he quickly closed the gap between you and kissed your lips softly, promising his undying love, hope and everlasting happiness.

Grabbing a special nano gel salve from his cargo pants, he slowly unravelled the bandage, whispering soft words of love as you sucked in shallow breaths, brushing the salve with his hand lightly over the huge wound, his words keeping your steady as the flesh began to knit together till all that was left is a giant bruise. His normally cold, brown eyes were warm with lingering concern and reverence of your strength.

Cupping your neck, Erik kissed each of your eyelids softly before bringing his forehead down to rest gently against yours. ‘I’m so sorry Y/N, I just can’t bear to lose you, not you.’

You captured his lips in a heated kiss filled with forgiveness and compassion.

‘And you never will.’

The door closed with a soft snick as Bucky leaned against the heavy wood, the glimpse of his friend resting his forehead against yours, the gentle way you started running your hand through his hair, gently stroking the back of his neck. It was just a glimpse and then your scent bowled him over, the subtle, teasing scents of sandalwood as your laughter danced in his ears, tears glittering unshed…

‘I love you, Bucky, forever. That doesn’t change’.

She quietly took his metal arm, pulling him down on her, resting his head on her chest. His body was rock hard, tense and big, almost like a statue up until she started running her hand through his hair, gently stroking the back of his neck. He could smell the perfumed oil she used, the subtle scent of sandalwood weaving a heavy spell as he slowly began to soften, almost like he was trying to melt into her, the sounds of heavy rain and thunder cracking soothing him deeper. She cradled his head in her arms, the gentle hug allowing him to swallow.

His arms came around her waist, the metal tightening almost immediately and he was glad she never commented when he brought their bodies flush together. All of a sudden, the combined weight of it all had him take a deep, shaky breath, and then tears fell down the curve of her breasts. He couldn’t help himself. Bucky Barnes, The Winter Solder, was fucking crying. But not just that, weeping like an actual baby in the arms of the most beautiful soul he had ever encountered. He tried his best to bite his lips, keeping as silent as he could be, but her fingers, soothing and kind, had him twitching as wracking sobs left his lips.

Quietly shushing him, holding him tighter as he lifted his face up to hers, gasping for air as she peppered his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his forehead with tiny kisses for a few minutes, feeling her own tears leak down on his face. His metal arm locked suddenly and like lightening it was around her throat squeezing as he continued gasping, trying to breathe, his eyes wild and red.

‘я не могу дышать без тебя, не отпускай (I can’t breathe without you, don’t let go)’, he choked out, the arm unwinding from her throat to clutch at his chest.

She couldn’t understand the words, but she understood the sentiment when she wiped away his tears, shushing him softly, scooting downwards till she was eye level with him, stroking his cheeks. He leaned forward and kissed her. Hard. Desperate and needy, and it ended just as quick as she stared at him in shock, her lips still parted as he pulled away, and then he look away, ashamed.

She slowly had him turn to face her, placing her forehead on his, her way of telling him that she understood, he needed that kiss, needed her and she was going to be there through it all. She stayed there, his breath relaxing and following hers, their hips growing numb from laying on the floor even with a yoga mat. When she looked up, he was right there, staring at her intently never breaking eye contact.

He gently rolled on his back bringing her with him, smoothing out hair that had fallen out of her ponytail, bringing her forehead against his, the gentle weight stabilising him as he tipped his chin up to kiss her deeply one more time, wrapping his arms around her waist.

‘Can…can this…’, he looks away unable to form the question.

Nuzzles his nose with hers, ‘This will be our always.’

The memory of their always blurred as he tried to erase the scene he just witnessed, a fist in his mouth to stop from sobbing as tears streamed down his face. All he ever wanted was you, more of you, all of you, everything you had to offer him. But, that was no longer available.

Y/N, was no longer his anymore. She had moved on.

6 Years Ago

‘Yoga? You signed me up for yoga sessions?!’ Bucky’s gaze narrowed dangerously as Steve held his ground, arms folded across his chest as he and Okoye gave each a long look. It spoke volumes as to how frustrated and worried they were; Shuri had already given up, practically throwing him out through the window after he practically growled at her for being ‘An insufferable know-it-all’ in Russian, uncaring of the consequences as T’Challa yelled at her in isiXhosa about how much it cost to repair the windows the last time.

There was a still silence as he watched them, twisting his hands slightly nervously, knowing they were just trying to help, they had tried everything and nothing helped. He still woke up screaming, sometimes choking whoever was next to him, always feeling the biting chill of the Cryo, as if he was still trapped in that tundra, nowhere to run. Steve looked back at him, no pity, no judgement, just quiet sadness and kind resilience that he had always come to rely on him for. Okoye nodded once at him, a brief smile on her face, knowing he would agree. What did he have to lose?

They dropped him off at the studio, a simple building where the moment he stepped in, he was greeted immediately by a middle-aged man introducing himself as Jack, speaking in a soft, soothing tone immediately putting his frayed nerves to rest. He explained how his privacy and safety was of utmost priority and he wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone. Following extremely strict, rigid protocols, SHIELD had screened everyone of their employees before deciding which instructor would be best suited for him. Whenever he would come for his sessions, the studio would be empty except for himself, he and his instructor. They paid for 10 Hatha Yoga sessions out of which four were Hot Yoga and he was under no obligation to attend all 10 but the first four sessions were mandatory.

The nervous tension he felt earlier returned just as Jack took him down a winding corridor with the strangest background music playing through the speakers as he handed him a yoga mat, a towel, a foam block, a nylon strap, and a pillow, ushering him into a small room. ‘If you like we can change the music, our instructor is slightly young and she feels ‘chillstep’ is a bit more grounding than airy yoga music.’

Jack chuckles slightly at the bewildered look on the soldier’s face, hoping Y/N will take it easy on him, the former assassin looked about ready to bolt for the door before he relaxed a fraction. ‘No, this music is good, different, but good.’

He clutched the pillow like a lifeline, were they going to take a nap? That actually wouldn’t be so bad, maybe he could finally catch up on some much needed sleep. Setting up the yoga mat in the middle of the room, placing the items next to his mat as he took a good look around, noting it was really so simple, no mirrors, no strange music, no incense or candles burning. Just a rush of warm air surrounding him, thankfully the room didn’t stink of sweat, breath and heat. Just a pleasant vanilla scent, as he checked the clock, it was already 4 minutes past 7. What if she ran away the moment she saw him?

There was no chance of that as she entered inside, a vision in blue and maroon, deep blue leggings, an oversized maroon shirt, and he could just see the strap of her bra peeking from one shoulder as she adjusted the collar, muttering a hurried apology for being late. Rolling out her yoga mat and settling down on it, she smiled at him. His jaw cracked as it dropped open in surprise, his eyes slowly taking her in, she was gorgeous.

‘Alright, so firstly, how should I address you? Do you prefer James or Bucky? I’m Y/N.’ She leans forward to shake his hand, his eyes going immediately to her yoga bra gaping through her shirt as he swallowed and reached to shake her hand, noting it was slightly calloused, not super soft like he expected.

‘Bucky is fine.’ He finally managed to speak, rusty nails against sandpaper making him wince. She merely rubbed her palms on her leggings, a sheepish smile as she wiped a drop of sweat from her brow.

‘Okay, then Bucky, anytime you feel any discomfort or pain, let me know and stop immediately or rest in child’s pose or mountain pose.’

Nods slowly as he brings himself to the same cross legged position as her, hands itching to clasp together. ‘I also want to point out, this class will get really warm, you may sweat a lot, even feel faint. Let me know if I need to reduce the temperature, hmm?’

He couldn’t help but smile at her thoughtfulness, rather than going into a five minute monologue about energy, spirit, awakening, maybe something inner peace. She waited for him till he nodded as she smiled at him again, his heart skipping a beat. ‘I want you to close your eyes, and place your palms at heart center.’ Her voice was nothing like he expected as he took in the smooth creaminess of her flushed cheeks, closing his eyes. Like whiskey and smoked honey, it slid over his senses, his body, warming him up just slightly.

The first thing she asked was to hang his hands by his side and then gently bring them up to stretch the abdomen, repeating it five times over as she repeated, ‘Inhale up, exhale down. Good, again. Inhale up, exhale down.’

He tried not to focus on her chest, glad when the next pose was side stretch. ‘Place your right hand on the ground and stretch to your side. You should feel the stretch on your left side, you can place your right elbow on the ground if you’re more flexible.’

Stretching, he suddenly felt soft, firm fingers on his abdomen, tilting him slightly so that he’s facing forward, pushing him down further as he groans at the deep stretch. ‘Is this okay?’

He manages to nod, her touch so warm he felt it through the thin cotton shirt. Repeating it on the other side, she doesn’t correct him this time, leaving him slightly bereft of her touch, as they do alternate sides fives times, his cheeks very slightly pink as she smiles encouragingly at him.

The next pose was table top position, and Bucky was painfully aware of how the pose must look, the perfect Mount Me Pose, before she mentioned that they would be doing some cat-cow stretching.

Cat-cow pose. What the fuck was that? Cow pose was when you arch your back downwards, sucking in your abdomen, pulling in your belly, and he having no belly fat immediately felt the tremors shaking. Cat pose is when your arch your back straight, your butt almost lifting itself in the highest position it can go, like a cat stretching in the morning sunlight. Alternating between those two poses, had his paranoia thinking he definitely looked like a giant, sweaty, dry heaving cat trying to yak a hairball.

The room was now a steady 34 degrees, and he had never been more grateful in his life to be inhaling her scent of Ailing oils that he had seen her dab on her wrist, the soft citrus and peppermint scent allowing his mind to relax a fraction rather than being trapped in a room full of people, breathing each other’s body odour, expelled carbon dioxide and other unmentionables.

After the Yaking Kitty Flow where he told his mind firmly, he will not imagine her as a kitten rubbing against him, they moved to child’s pose. Having encountered Morgan and a few of Clint’s kids, he felt this name was severely inaccurate.

Child’s Pose or Moon pose; should either be having your hand out asking for candy, pointing across the room because another kid did some stupid shit like spit in your mouth, or squirming around holding your crotch. This particular pose looked like a slave bowing to their masters in old films about Egypt, and he was having a very hard time trying not to imagine her kneeling, looking up at him, staring at the soft curves of her breasts through the shirt.

Bucky was slightly confused laying in this pose as Y/N, he felt he could say her name now without blushing, that if he need to take a break or if it too tough then he could always revert back to Egyptian Slave Pose and this pose wasn't particularly comfortable other than being able to stretch out his back and arms. And unless he was about to pledge his allegiance to the Anubis, God of Death, he chose to stay up in Thunderbolt pose, sitting on his heels, wondering what would Thor think of this.

Probably be rather amused and shrug, exclaiming loudly that he always knew the humans would see his true prowess. He winced not wanting to think of any man now. Y/N whipped off her shirt to reveal an electric blue sports bra, with so many straps entwined, he wondered what exactly was the fabric for, especially as she leaned forward into a plank position, and his mouth went dry. Her breasts already pushed up from the bra were now hanging like two ripe fruit, in front of his eyes, and he tried to adjust his sudden hard cock in his sweatpants inconspicuously.

Unaware of his dilemma as he nearly slipped trying to balance with his metal hand, she went into dolphin plank, elbows on the ground. He tried valiantly to stay still as his flesh hand slipped on the mat as he tried adjusting and holding the plank, before finally being able to compose himself. That’s when he realised, this was just the beginning…

They held the plank for almost a minute, yet, it felt like years to him as sweat dripped down his ears before she asked to go into three-legged dog, where you raise your foot all the way back from downward dog, and he made the fatal mistake of looking up and immediately choking on his spit. His eyes honing in at the sight of her ass, gulping before he drooled all over himself.

Once you’re completely jelly, should have been the next command; his flesh arm trembling under the strain, they swung their leg down towards their chest to touch the right leg to right elbow, then leg back up again, again swing down to right leg to left elbow and then the leg back up again before coming down to right leg to chest and holding for 10 counts. Bucky honestly felt like he would pass out, his abdomen shaking.

He was the freaking Winter Soldier, and he could practically hear the darkly muttered Russian at the back of his mind about being a pussy, but, hot yoga, was not something to be trifled with. No wonder Steve refused to join him, he probably tried a session and realised this was just another level of intense. His thoughts wandered, just managing to hear the last of her next instruction. ‘-Warrior 1 pose.’

‘I’m sorry, which pose?’ He tried not to gawk as a drop of sweat trickling down from her neck down into the valley of her breasts as she smiled gently at him.

‘Warrior 1, I’ll show you. So, I want you to spread your legs, and go into a lunge, but keep your back foot flat, yes, good. Now slowly turn your torso, and raise your hands up, like you’re holding up your phone searching for a signal desperately.  

She giggled, and he swore he was addicted to the soft tinkling,’ Okay, you need to angle your torso to face more straight? If that makes sense.’

Her hands from behind grasped his waist, as the heel of her palms pressed against them briefly aligning him right and he whimpered softly from the loss of her body heat. From there, they changed positions, going to Warrior 2, hands outstretched, gaze looking over his right hand, as he couldn’t help but admire how strong she looked.

Slowly, they went into reverse warrior, his legs beginning to tremble as he caught sight of her grinning. ‘Burns doesn’t it? See if you can hold on, just a bit more, okay?’

He would gladly fight in another war for her if it meant he could see her radiant smile light up her face.

‘Thanks for that, sunshine.’ The endearment just escaped as she stared at him, and he panicked, completely ready to run when she smiled at him, laughing, a hint of blush on her cheeks.

‘Charmer aren’t you? Okay, now side angle, lean your elbow on your thigh, keeping your chest straight and tilted to the side, leaning your left arm over your head, bicep touching the ear.’

Again, she came up behind him and corrected him, taking care even with his metal arm, as his balls throbbed at the soft, sweet touches, wishing she sunk her fingers deeper. Staying for just a second, they disappeared, as she talked him through the sequence on the other side, his shirt completely drenched in sweat as it reached 35 degrees and he could feel the sweat trickling down his legs in his sweats.

The tension of keeping both arms up, became unbearable after a while and he finally brought them down a couple counts later, panting as she nodded encouragingly at him. She had him stand in mountain pose next, standing next to him, speaking about how everything had to be straight and erect, his cock jumping at that one word before she gestured him to bend forward, touching hands to the ground and he almost came at the sight.

Her ass in full glory stretched out the leggings, his hands itching with the fact that one quick pull, just one, and he could have her, naked, in front of him. She turned to look at him and he bent quickly, able to touch the floor fairly easily, when he felt her hands at his lower back push more, bringing his chest to his legs, and it wasn’t his hamstrings stretching that him trembling. Her hands moved to his tailbone, pushing more, patting, asking if it was okay as his cock pulsed with every pat.

He was quite proud of garbling out a hissed, ‘Mhmm, fine.’

‘Alright from here, we’re going to do Sun Salutations. Just a few. With me so far?’

He could only nod, as she jumped back into a plank, his arm trembling slightly, before she did this sort of circular push up that ends with your head up and your chest thrust forward like The Little Mermaid coming out of the ocean. He only knew Ariel because Morgan made him watch the movie 16 times, and it honestly, felt like a lap dance manoeuvre. One he would never ever tell anyone he did, least of all Sam.

Then she went into downward dog, before bringing their legs back to the front and slowly rise up. Then it was just rinse and repeat, and he was extremely distracted by the sweat trickling down her abdomen and her waist, allowing him sneak glimpses of her tattoo glistening as they went through the flow.

After that she had him get on his belly, and he was sorely disappointed his sunshine, yes, she was now his, nobody would get to have her but him. At that point, he didn’t care that he may have sounded a teeny bit creepy or obsessed. So, back again, that she didn’t get on her belly as that would have allowed him to check out her ass. All nervousness gone now, there was a hint of a smirk on his face till she asked him to raise his legs, bending them, and grab the ankles from behind to go into bow pose.

Due to the extreme sweat, he was unable to grasp either ankle, one little bastard slipping from his metal hand just as he lunged for the other one. His entire seduction plan completely laid to waste when she came over, grabbed the nylon strap from beside him, and put him into a Self-Hogtie Pose. It was so fucking embarrassing, and it was making him wish he had his knife so he could just slice off her clothes and take her on the wooden floor. Completely tangled up, he had no choice but to hold the pose, till she took pity on him and released him out of it slowly, pressing gently where the shoulder and back muscles had knotted and any other person, any other; he would have slit their throat or choked them, watching the life ebb out of them in a moment just for daring to touch him.

Her, he just watched carefully, as she never shrunk from his sudden murderous expression, merely matching it with a stern gaze of her own, pressing firmly down at the sore muscle. Then, slowly she had him lay down, and he was just about to chuckle darkly at her forwardness when she said to lift his legs straight up to 90 degrees before slowly bringing them down to 45 and holding it there, keeping his feet flexed and pointed. His abs had never vibrated so much in his life like it did right in that moment.

He growled softly, wondering when this self-inflicted torture would end, then groaning when he remembered he had another 3 more sessions to go, but with her as his instructor, he didn’t mind so much, especially when it finally ended, and he could bring his legs down, his t-shirt and sweats clinging to every line of his body, as she had him lay down as a corpse and then just rest.

Playing the same kind of music he heard outside, she spoke in a soft soothing tone, about how much work he had put in his body and that he should be proud of that effort. Those simple words brought tears to his eyes, and he grimaced that someone who didn’t know anything about him, could make him feel so vulnerable. He got up, tucked his tail and left the studio without a backward glance.

Six minutes later he walked back in to apologise, stuttering nervously.

A week and two sessions later, he asked her out, unable to believe when she said yes, tucking a lock of her behind her ear, blushing.

One month later, he was whispering against her lips, after she teased him while walking topless, in skin tight leggings around STARK Towers, unafraid that anyone could walk in. Crushing her to his chest, he bent her almost backwards to suck a new mark on her skin, watching the red-purple bloom.

‘You are my sunshine and I will never let anyone take you from me.’

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I Will Wait  (Bucky x collegefem!reader)

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff, mean words and some anxiety

Requested: no

Summary: It was the first college party of the semester and Valkyrie was dying to take you and your friends. Little did you know you would meet the one person you never knew you needed and see the one you never wanted to lay your eyes on again…

A/N: hey guys! Just a little bit of bucky fluff for you today and I hope you all love it! you guys are the best and much love, xoxo lena

MASTERLIST

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“Why are we doing this again?”

“Because it’s fun Y/N/N, and you need to loosen up a bit. It’s the first party since the start of the semester! It’ll be fun, I promise.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t like parties, you just didn’t like ones with drunk sweaty bodies and really loud music and not being able to see five feet in front of you; which was basically every college party on campus. Parties with friends and some music and a couple drinks aren’t so bad, but this was not that kind of party.

You, Valkyrie, Nakia, Hope, and Carol headed up the last flight of stairs to where the party was being held.

You’ll be fine, just have a couple of drinks and start dancing and you’ll be really into it, you told yourself.

You wanted to believe it, but you just had to trust your friends.

Carol, Nakia, and Hope were all a year older than you and Valkyrie but you both felt right at home with the three older girls. Making friends wasn’t always easy for you but being with these four girls felt like you’d known them for forever.

You all walked in the apartment, already met with what sounded like hundreds of voices and loud music playing the background. You and Valkyrie walked arm in arm together into the room and knew exactly where you both wanted to go first: drinks.

10 minutes later

“THIS PARTY IS AMAZING!” Valkyrie screamed, already drunk beyond compare. You laughed as she stumbled towards and hugged you.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Val.” You said, giggling as you were a bit tipsy too.

You found Carol sober, as she was designated driver in between Hope and Nakia both laughing and singing with cups in their hands. You and Val waved at her like idiots and of course, she waved but you pushed through the crowd to get the other 3 girls and start dancing.

“Y/N, I don’t-“

“Oh shut up Danvers, you’re dancing with us!”

“And I thought you were the one who hated parties?”

“Only until I’m drunk!” you screamed, feeling confident and happier than ever to have the best friends in the world. You started to stumble over your feet and then you fell on the ground, dragging down Carol and Val with you, laughing so hard you were crying.

“Are you okay?” said a deep voice.

You looked up to see icey blues looking into yours and a hand in front of your face to help you up.

“Uh, I-“

You couldn’t say anything before his hand wrapped around yours and he pulled you up with ease. You brushed off your romper and held your arms in front of you crossed.

“Sorry, just had a bit too much to drink.”

“It’s all good, doll.”

“Doll?”

Just then, three more men came up to nudge him and one wrapped his arm around his neck.

“Bucky here calls every beautiful woman he meets doll, but he hasn’t met many.”

“Shut up Steve,” Bucky said.

“What? He’s not wrong, Barnes. You had high standards, and I don’t blame you with this one, she’s a beaut,” a tall African American man said.

“Sam, could you take Steve off of me please?” Bucky said, as Steve was falling all over him, obviously drunk.

“Come on Cap,” Sam said grabbing Steve.

“Hey Sam, look,” Steve said slurring his words. “I’m on your left!” He erupted into laughter as Sam gave him the death glare.

“Shut up, Golden Boy.”

You laughed, “Quite the friends you got there, Bucky was it?”

“Indeed, but you can call me James.”

“Oh alright, James.”

“And your name, doll?”

“Y/N/N, but you can call me Y/N.”

“Well, cheers to meeting new people.”

“Cheers,” you said smiling and he smiled right back.

“Who is here with Y/N?”

“Oh, some friends of mine, over there. Carol, Hope, Nakia and Val.”

Val was jumping around Carol, annoying the hell out of her as usual but you knew Carol had a huge crush on her so she put up with it.

“They seem fun,” Bucky said as he chuckled at the sight of Val forcing Carol to dance with her, causing Carol to blush furiously. You winked at her and she gave you the death glare.

Just then the DJ put on ‘Walk This Way’ by Run-DMC and you immediately started to dance and grabbed Bucky’s hand to his surprise to make him dance with you.

You were shrieking the lyrics with Bucky singing along with you, realizing how good of friends you would be since you both knew the words by heart. You jumped up and down while singing and Bucky watched you in amazement, never thinking he would meet such a confident and spontaneous girl. Which you weren’t usually, but it felt natural dancing with him. You knew then and there that you would remember this moment forever, and becoming great friends with Bucky. The song ended and you both walked side by side to get another drink.

You were looking around at other partygoers, scanning the room, but only stopped when you found a particularly familiar pair of green eyes.

No.

Not him, not now.

You stopped and felt sick to your stomach, memories of the two of you rushing back into your head that you had just recently pushed to the back of your mind, wishing they didn’t exist.

You could faintly hear and see Bucky turn toward you with confusion and worry, wondering why you looked like you had just seen a ghost and followed your eyes to Erik Killmonger.

Erik was your ex-boyfriend who you had dated for almost 2 years until you found out he had been cheating on you since the 4th month you had been dating. You felt disgusted with yourself for letting this happen, knowing that every happy memory between the two of you was all a lie.

Bucky snapped you back to reality, “Who is that guy?”

You stumbled to give an answer, not even thinking about that fact that he might be at this party, “Uhh-I, uh-“

Bucky looked at you sympathetically. “Did he hurt you?”

Tears welled in your eyes as even though you only knew Bucky for 15 minutes, he could already tell what you were thinking.

“Cheated on me. 2 years we dated and it meant nothing to him.” You looked at Bucky as one tear rolled down your face. “Hurting me is an understatement.”

He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you tight as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You looked up and to your horror, Erik was staring right back at you and walking in your direction.

You started to panic, and your fight or flight instincts were telling you to leave now. But, something also told you to stand your ground and show Erik that, even though your heart was still broken after your relationship had ended 3 months ago, you had moved on to better things and better people.

“Hi, Y/N,” Erik said to you, staring into your eyes and filling your body with dread.

However, you stood up straight and held your head high. “Erik. Didn’t realize they invited cheating assholes with no personality to parties.”

Bucky snickered, much to Erik’s dislike as you crossed your arms and looked at him while he glared at Bucky and shifted awkwardly.

“Listen, Y/N-“

“No, Erik.”

“No, what?”

“I don’t want to listen to anything you have to say.”

“But, baby-“

Bucky moved in front of you, “Hey, dude she said to back off.”

“Erik stepped closer to Bucky’s face, “Didn’t think I was talking to you, was I?”

“Don’t have to, douchebag. You don’t deserve to even be near her after what you’ve done.”

“And you do? Nice to see she moves on pretty quickly like the little whore I always knew she would be,” Erik said, oozing confidence but not for long.

Within seconds, Bucky had him on the ground and punched him repeatedly before the crowd in the party had noticed what was happening and T’Challa and Sam pulled him off of Erik.

You just stood back in amazement as Erik lay on the ground with a bloody nose and a busted lip and Bucky being held back without a scratch on him.

“Fine, I get it,” Erik said, looking at Bucky and then you. “You don’t deserve what I got anyway, bitch.”

Bucky attempted to lash out at him again, but you stepped toward him.

You had never slapped anyone before and when you did, your hand didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would due to the roar of applause that came from the other people at the party when you slapped him. You turned away with tears streaming down your face as Bucky watched you run out the front door, followed by your friends.

You sat on your bed in your dorm suite with your friends, Val combing your hair while Carol and Hope tried to find movies for the 5 of you to watch together.

Nakia held your hand while you sat in silence, wishing tonight had never happened.

“I’m so sorry love, we shouldn’t have gone to the party tonight.”

You sniffled, “I didn’t even think about the fact that he might be at the party until I saw him. Bucky tried his best to help but nobody could’ve prevented my reaction.”

Nakia wiped a tear from your face, free of makeup but covered with dried tears. You wish you had gotten to say goodbye to Bucky but you didn’t want to be in that room longer than you had to.

“So, Bucky huh?” Hope said, trying to change the subject.

You blushed lightly, remembering the one good thing that happened that night.

“He is, amazing. It’s like I’ve known him forever. He was so protective of me when Erik approached, and we had barely known each other.”

“Do you like him?” Val asked, starting to braid your hair.

“Well, of course, I like him. But, I just don’t think I’m ready to be in a relationship again. Erik ruined my trust for people and I would have to get to know him more but, in time I think we could evolve into something more,” you said, hoping one day that would be the case. Just then, the front doorbell rang.

Carol got up to answer the door and you expected that they had ordered pizza or Chinese food, but Carol came back to the room, motioning for you to come to the front door.

“Danvers, I really don’t-“

“Hon, I think you wanna come to see who’s at the door,” she insisted.

You sighed and got up with Val finished your braid and walked with Carol to the front door. Much to your surprise, none other than Bucky Barnes was standing in the door frame with a black eye. He was in a grey sweatshirt and some jeans with Nike sneakers on and his hair up in a bun. He looked tired and beaten but when he saw you, his eyes glowed with admiration.

Carol whispered in your ear, “I’ll leave you two to talk.”

Bucky was standing outside in the hallway and you walked out into the hallway and closed the door behind you. Just then did you remember you are only wearing an oversized college t-shirt and some athletic shorts and you turned red thinking about how dorky you must look.

Bucky was the first to speak after 15 seconds of awkward silence. “After you left, Erik punched me in the eyes and Sam and T’Challa kept him away and forced him to leave.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted.

Bucky looked at you in confusion. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t make him punch me.”

“No, but this whole thing was my fault. I’m the one who-“

“Don’t try to make this your fault. He’s the one who broke your heart and in return, he needs to have consequences for his actions. And if I’m the one to do that, then I will be.”

“Why though?”

“What do you mean why?”

You paused and shuffled your feet. “Why did you protect me like that? You don’t even know me.”

“If there is anything I’m good at, it’s knowing the difference between a genuine and beautiful person and a backstabbing liar. You are genuine, and you are beautiful. Whether you agree with me or not.”

You smiled, “For all you know, I could be a murderer,” you said trying to make him laugh.

Bucky chuckled, “I highly doubt that.”

You both laughed in the hallway.

“Listen, Bucky. I think you are such an amazing guy and I really like you but, if you want to head in the direction of dating, I-“

“I really like you too, but I just got out of a bad relationship as well.” Your eyes widened, understanding now why he truly fought for you. You and Bucky understood one another better than you thought. He stared straight into your eyes just like Erik had done but this time you only felt compassion and gentleness from his stare. “I know what it’s like to have your heart broken, to put all of your love and trust into one person for them just to take all that you can give and rip it to shreds. I know that feeling and I could tell from the moment you saw him that he had taken everything from you. I’m not asking to date because frankly, I’m not ready either. Maybe neither of us will be for a long time. But, I’m willing to wait.”

“Wait for what?” you asked him.

He grabbed you into a hug and you were smothered in his sweatshirt and arms, feeling like you had finally met someone who understood you more than anyone else ever would.

You both sighed as you melted into the hug.

“I’m willing to wait for you and me to be ready. We have something here but I want it to grow naturally and over time. I will wait for us.”

You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead. “ I will wait for us too.”

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