#he ain't about this wanderer shit he ISN'T READY

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[katthyacinth]

Little Sailors Have No Chance

Vox x Celeb/Singer Reader <3 Pt 4. pt 3 ... pt 5

In the span of 12 hours you had committed murder suicide with your abusive spouse, landed in hell where you were now a pretty fish demon, walked up to the biggest most important people in hells entertainment industry and landed a job on the spot...

Its only going to get crazier.

The TV head man had vanished into thin air after looking you up and down again to go deal with whoever "tore up velvets best model" that you were now replacing.

She had wasted no time using some sort of demon magic to change your clothes a dozen times and have some other demons do you're makeup. "well love you have been making quite a splash no pun intended and Im starting to see what the buzz is for. Stunning and you killed your husband? Truely a siren the name is brilliant luring poor sailor men to their death that blindly follow your charm, maybe that's what your fans should be called well, we'll talk all about a deal after the show." she blabs on as she adorns you with accessories and motions for you to spin, stand etc.

"Ok darlings" she calls out to the room. "its showtime!"

You will admit you've never walked a runway but you were going to do everything in your power to not make a fool of yourself. The lights and cameras and audience at least you were accustomed to. When you walked you saw that same man from earlier in the front row, with the TV head. When you stopped to pose at the front you saw him whisper something to another man next to him with sunglasses and a red-looking coat. You saw him smirk before you walked back behind the curtain. In the time the interns got you ready you had learned that the Vs on the building stood for the three owners of the cooperation. Velvet, Valentino, and Vox. You assumed the two men up front were Valentino and Vox since you remember seeing an ad or two with their faces on your walk toward the building.

After the show had concluded Velvet had pulled you aside.

" So little Siren, you've only been here a day and yet you've made quite a splash. Thats good thats-"

"good television" Out of thin air you watch little sparks materialize into the TV head man you saw earlier, Vox. He grins down at you sinisterly cutting Velvet off.

"You haven't made any deals yet doll so I take it you're free, for the taking, I mean why else would you wander up here." he grabs your chin making you look at him, inspecting you.

"Quit it Vox this is my deal, she wouldn't be good in your department anyway." Velvet glares at him.

"Chil Velv I'm here just for the entertainment and also to give our new guest a little present clearly she's lost she needs something familiar to her." Vox pulls a phone with a V logo on the back and hands it to you which you nervously take from him.

"I'm sorry what do you mean deal?" you ask nervously

"See what I mean poor things clueless," he states, you sense a mischievous undertone in his voice that makes you uneasy but ignore it.

"for your soul, duh kinda how hell works, you give me your soul you can work here and I'll give you fame and riches and protection for the angels yadda yadda and of course, you'll take it because we're like the best overlords in the pentagram" Velvet states.

You pause "Wait my soul? Isn't that movie shit you not serious right like so funny and also what the fuck is an overlord?"

Velvet twitches "You think I'm a joke princess? you gotta learn how stuff works around here quickly, it's kill or be killed when extermination comes around and if you wanna live best bet is with us and I don't make these offers often." she snarls.

"I'm not giving you my soul. It's kinda... my soul? you know when people say they sold their soul for fame or whatever I didn't sign up to do it literally. And I don't know what this extermination is but uh I'm already in hell I ain't trying to make it worse." you state backing up slightly.

Velvet gets back in your face even angrier as the TV man looks at you in slight shock.

"You're rejecting the Vs. That's priceless you know I would ask if you were born yesterday but technically you were so I'll give you some slack and not kill you but you're making a huge mistake." she grits her teeth

"I'll sign a normal contract. I know this is hell but... I'll sign a contract like the one I had above for my music label which is basically selling my soul." you chuckle at your own awkward joke. "I came here because I knew you guys must be the best in the industry so you're right leaving would be a huge mistake but I'm not offering my soul." you pause. "I won't give anyone any power over me like he had" you mumble under your breath.

Velvet scoffs annoyed pausing a moment. "fine one nonbinding soul contract coming up. But this means you may not work with any other companies any releases must be V approved, and you only endorse us, and you get fortune and protection. You're lucky you're famous and pretty." She grits her teeth. Pink magic emerges from her hands as she holds it out.

"Is it a deal?"

The Deal Is A Deal

[magistralucis]

Ein Mensch brennt. Die Vögel singen nicht mehr. Tiefer Wasser sind nicht still. Die Wellen weinen leise. Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen? Wo das Meer zu Ende ist.

thats the good shit. now let me introduce you to a thing called tillchard 🤩👌

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Here is a list of Richard Kruspe's priorities, circa the early nineties.

Food.

Shelter.

Rest.

Just about everything Richard does revolves around those things. Busking, labouring, worrying his hands frantically in his pockets, waiting for his friend to open the door. It's honest but it ain't much, he'll chuckle through a mouthful of stolen smoke, should this triad be questioned; not that anyone has, nor should, since it's so elementary. This is a time of turmoil, and more and more people are coming around to his point of view as they pare down their needs to survive. As long as the basics are there Richard won't complain.

"Anyone ho-o-me…"

He would, however, prefer it if human affection could be the glue to hold them together. And it often is that way with Till. He has not actually seen Till for some time; he knows Till worries about him, too, and that he'd prefer to see Richard around more often.

"Ach, Scholle! - Don't you know it."

Get ready, sweetheart, I'm about to make your day.

The door creaks open. Richard's vision is greeted by a slice of honeyed lamplight, then a man's face beaming with it, broad and inquisitive with eyes of forest green. "Curious." He says, and following the self-descriptor, tilts his strong jaw to the side. A long shadow catches the corner of his mouth, makes a Cheshire out of him. "Here I was thinking I was promised a cat, but I seem to have landed a Scholle instead. Didn't realize they did upgrades."

Richard barks out a laugh. "For free, too!" He contemplates the way Till's voice brims in him for a moment - witty, dry, crackling with stars - then shifts his guitar over his shoulder. "Well, since he's all you've got, dinner for Scholle? Kis-kis-kis?"

"Come in. Dinner's ready."

Life can be cool sometimes. He'll give it that.

He is not, truth be told, always sure what Till is. It's not in the sense he isn't real, or that he's some kind of woodland sprite, as charming the image may be. It's more that Richard exists in a constant fog over what the man means to him, moreover, how Till can exist this way, his provisions and affections wholly unconditional for the sake of his friends - even to transients, wandering and aimless, like Richard ended up becoming. (He'd say it out loud, but Till gets upset whenever Richard describes himself as much.) He breathes a stream of white and claps his gloved hands together as they venture down the hall.

[the-slasher-madame]

Since it’s Bo simpin hours, how would Bo react if he found out his long term best friend (maybe like a year since they came to Ambrose) turned out to be a vampire? They’d probably make a joke like “yeah that’s why I wasn’t scared of y’a, you couldn’t kill me if you tried”

It's always Bo Simpin' Hours. When I said I want this man to point a double-barrel shotgun at me, I mean like dead center of my chest. Anywho, I think this is gonna be fun >:3

ALSO I'm sorry writing these take me so long >_< I'm trying I swear

TW/Notes: mentions of violence (as per usual), cursing (as per usual), vampires, please let me know if I missed anything!!

Bo Sinclair with a Vampire Best Friend:

Bo had thought you were remarkably calm when you first arrived at his happy waxen town

Like you didn't even scream, and that kinda pissed him off. He likes when they scream, you weren't any fun :(

That's really the main reason he decided to keep you, he wanted to see what made you tick

Unfortunately for him, he decided you were a really cool person!! Now he kept you around as a friend instead of as a toy

You were pale, but he figured you were just like that. You didn't explode on-sight in sunlight, but you kept heavy amounts of sunscreen on-hand

Again, Bo just figured you were pale and maybe from somewhere cold, he didn't think about it too much

There also weren't a whole lot of crucifixes in the house or the House of Wax (religion has failed him and his family enough that he resents the Christian god), so that isn't much of a problem. And he's pretty understanding if you say you want to keep away from the church, cause again he understands

One night, about a year after you were inducted into Ambrose, the two of you were sitting on the porch, drunk as skunks and shooting the shit

"Ya know, I never understood just why yous was never scared of us," he asks you, his voice slurred but pleasant, slinging his beer bottle around

"Hell, you couldn't've killed me, I'm basically fucking immortal," you were slurring your speech too, but pretty giggly either way

"The fuck you mean? My shotgun was loaded and ready to blast yer ass ta Mars." "Bo, I'm a vampire, shotgun ain't gonna do shit."

At first he just laughs at you, cause like wow vampire good one pal

You decide to prove it by turning into a bat, and that sobers him up real quick

He's terrified, this man was raised as a Christian and he's a cynical son of a bitch. A vampire? Aren't those things evil and deadly n shit? (like he ain't deadly smh).

You're back out of bat form, and you can see he looks a little pale (hehe). You reassure him it doesn't change anything, you wouldn't hurt your found family

I think then, cause he's still a little drunk, he's pissed. "The fuck didn't you say somethin? Motherfucker."

Bo wishes you'd have told him, he's your best friend and your his

When you introduce him to your wonderful world of weirdness, he decides it might be a good idea to upgrade the armory around town. If he acquires any anti-vampire weaponry, he probably wouldn't tell you. He doesn't want you to think it's for you, but for any other vampires that might wander through (and let's face it, a piece of him will always be worried you'll cut and run, you're his best friend but he's been hurt too much to not have a plan in place)

Also stocks up on stuff for other supernatural critters, like packs of silver bullets and iron and crucifixes and the likes

Will not let you near his neck, what can I say he's superstitious once he realizes the supernatural exists

Thinks it's hilarious when you go to bat mode

With all the victims that come through Ambrose, you get to have some fresh food. Bo would beg you to help freak the tourists out and deliver psychological torture

You like human food too, so dry periods in Ambrose are tolerable. If it gets really bad, Bo can tolerate having blood taken and bagged to give you a snack (complains the whole time though)

Will also take you out hunting with him and/or Lester to get some fun yummy animal blood

Overall, he freaks out, then is pissed, then goes back to normal and makes fun of you, but will make sure your taken care of

Sidenote, I think he would leave you be when you feed. He's only human, and I think it would freak him out (yes he kills people, but he's weird alright? He just is)

Hi!!! I hope you like it <33333

I don't know much about magical critters, and I feel bad it takes me so long to get to my requests >_<

But yea vampires!! Pretty cool, and I relate to being an unfortunate shade of pale. I swear, I burn when I go out to do yard chores. I do really like fangs and teeth though, I am perfectly fine with Bo biting me. Besides the point, but there it is. Love you Fang (and Bo) <3

[highlifeboat]

The angst anon here.

I completely forgot, Ethan kills the other lords in the game AND Miranda.

Miranda decides to just let Ethan kill the other lords for her as they're not worth her time and guides him along to do so.

But how fucking funny would it be for the lords to all meet in the mold afterlife and slowly piece together why the fuck Alcina was in there first because how the fuck did she die first if Ethan just got here.

And once they finally put their single braincell together to piece it together, the bird bitch herself joins them and screaming about Eva and Heisenberg never thought he would ever view Alcina in a positive light but seeing her go apeshit on Miranda makes him thinks death changes people and he goes in with zero hesitation to help Godzilla herself. Alcina doesn't need his help, of course, but he sure as hell ain't letting her be the only one to beat up Miranda in the mold afterlife.

Love that we complete forgot Ethan was a thing through this whole endevore.

The thing is with all of them in the Megamycete, Miranda has no reason to pretend like she gives two shits about any of the Lords anymore. She doesn't even hide the fact that she's more upset over the failed attempt to resurrect Eva than the fact any of them are fucking dead. (Nevermind the fact she could probably just... find Eva in the Megamycete herself now? It's not like she doesn't have a goddamn eternity....)

And while Alcina and Heisenberg are ready to cave this woman's fucking face in for everything (And they do. It's the only time they've ever agreed on something) you know Moreau and Donna are fucking crushed over all of this.

They loved Miranda like she really was their mother, even if she wasn't a very good one. It's a different kind of hurt than what Alcina's daughters feel, but it's a similar sensation to having their hearts ripped out and crushed. Because they've finally realized Miranda never gave two fucks about them from the start. And that's an incredibly numbing conclusion to come to. They don't join in beating up Miranda but they don't really try to stop it, either. Moreau is regretting his life choices and Donna, realizing Angie isn't with her, just sort of... wanders. (Maybe she'll see if the girls will allow her to stay near them for now)

[wickedbeeao3]

Hi author!

Number 10 for the ask game if it's okay by you!

Hi dear! You haven't specified a character, so I went freely and added various bits.

If I ever write a Halloween special, this is the basic structure that I would follow.

10- NIGHTFALL

Grim knows dangerous. Food is usually not dangerous, but food is, because it means they all must stay, because Grim (and Yuu and Ace and Deuce and Jack and Epel) sampled the food and the food was safe, but the food is a trap and now they must stay. Malicious ghosts and he didn't understand at first but he gets it now. No one can cross the threshold back. They must party forever. At least the food is good.

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Nightfall comes and Charlotte can't find Yuu. Can't find Ace and Deuce either, and calling their phones doesn't work. Out of area. It would be fine, if this wasn't Halloween. Halloween doesn't last from October 31th to midnight. Halloween lasts from sunset to sunrise. And dangerous things walk the veil. She sends messages to Cater and Lilia asking for help and wanders the town, searching relentless like the ghost bride she is dressed as.

___

"Any new information?" Yuu asks, half-hoping and dreading the answer. This is a bad situation. Never again they are going to a stranger's party and they will loudly and absurdly remind Ace and Grim about it. "Nothing. They just laughs at our faces." Jack clenches his first. "Tch, that makes me so goddamn pissed!" Epel makes a face. "One of 'em pinched my cheeks and cooed. Damned these ghosts, I ain't a cute lil'girl!" His accent slipped through, none of the politeness and standard speech he used was present. "...they touched you?" "...shit, Yuu is making the thinking face." Deuce was already in. He trusted that Goldie could find a way out. "What's the plan?" "We are going to beat up a lot of people."

___

A hand touches her shoulder and Charlotte elbows them on her reflex. They grab her limb and her other arm is already in motion before she registers who is it. It is easier to redirect the movement then stop it. "Ah, Princesse Chanteuse, fantastique! Fast reflexes, you were ready to fight even if it dirtied your white clothes!" "Rook-san. I'm occupied at the moment." She grits between her teeth. "I can't always stop myself, so it is best that you don't touch me again." The man has the audacity to smile at her. "Yes, I noticed that you were looking for your missing dorm mates. I have come to offer my services." He bows at her, full of theatrics, cape swaying in the wind. Pomefiore did well with their vampire theme. "And why would you do that? Apologies for my bluntness, but we are not friends." "Ah, but we have shared objectives. Have you seen Monsieur Crabapple in your wandering?" Crabapple...? Epel? He was lost too? "I see. Very well, let's join forces."

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"Someone with a claim to us?" "That's what the ghosts said." "And they say they've a claim to us 'cause we ate their food. No one 'as a goddamn claim to me! I ain't a damn cow!" "...Grim is a cat isn't he?" "He isn't a cat per se, but you have a point. GRIM!"

___ The trail that Rook finds brings them to the forest. Of course it does. ___

"Okay, that didn't work. Anyone has another idea?" "We try to break the barrier around us." "Magic isn't working." "I have talked to senpai after what happened and searched it on my own... if we destroy the physical part archoring the barrier we can de-estabilize it." "Got it, let's go." . . . The barrier archors are outside the barrier. Goddamn.

___

Of course it is a ballroom. Of course. At least they found them. And hey if there is anyone that has a claim to every student in Night Raven it is a prefect and staff members.

___ Rook crosses the barrier, carrying Epel on his back - dorm mates have a claim to dorm mates and Rook is his damn vice-leader - but when he tries to return, the barrier blocks his path. A ghost on their side laughs. "The living can only go and come one time." They turn malicious eyes to Charlotte. "So, little ghost bride, which one will you chose to spend time forever and which one will you leave for us?" Charlotte snaps. Her slap is strong enough to bring the ghost to the ground and all she answers is a snarl. She is getting everyone home. ___ "Senpai, it's..." "I was ready to carry everyone on my goddamn back, Rook would help with Jack - because you are built like a brick wall, sorry-" Jack snorts. "It's fine." The image would be funny, him being carried by someone small and pudgy like Charlotte-senpai, if the situation wasn't tragic. "-and there is no way that I am giving up. Rook has to be calling for reinforcements, so don't lose hope just yet." "That's good to hear, but do you have a plan, Charlotte-senpau?" "If I thought it would have a 100% chance of working, I would be putting everyone on the curtains and pulling you along. The problem is that I cross first." "...you are saying we need a mail cart." "Yes Deuce, that's exactly what I need. Two, in fact."

___

It is five of the morning but not morning proper, and Trey brings with him Cater and Riddle. Well thought out logistics is for these that slept and not for these close to twenty four hours awake. Rook is debriefing the three of them on the situation - short, but it is best that everyone is on the same page - when two shoddy wooden carts cross the barrier, the students on them and Charlotte bringing the rear. Charlotte seems equally startled in seeing them, her original dress and veil no way in sight, instead with a multitude of different and mismatched clothes. Epel, who has been cheerfully trying to weaken the barrier, is called back. "Princesse Chanteuse, c'est magnifique! You succeeded in rescuing our juniors! Ah, how I wish I was there to watch this blooming adventure." Riddle is trying to needle out the story from Ace and Deuce, and Jack carries Grim, glad to do something. Cooperating with people is not his type, but this once he can accept it. Yuu is just really glad that the plan worked. No more following weird invitations, ever.

[randomsevans]

The habit part 2

@jtargaryen18 30daysofchris2020

'How could you let your self be so foolish ' you kept telling yourself all night along .With the tears, throwing pillows (anything you could get your hands on ) around . Needles to say , you didnt get any sleep again and you see if being that way for a while .

After a long day of advoiding Steve in the gym , you dont think you have ever worked out more in your life , your knuckles were close to bleeding, many times Bucky had to keep telling you to stop. It wasnt till night fell you could truly let your emotions out . It wasnt till you caused a loud sound that echoed though the tower , when you though your lamp . When Nat and Bucky came to your room and looked after you again .

The morning air was quite and cold , Nat and Buck had went to go and get breakfast as you stayed your room to get change . You felt numb as if your soul was gone . You dont know why you feel like this, you cant help it , but it's not like you two were anything . You were just stuiped to catch feeling for something he probably seen has he being nice . That why it makes it feel so worst , you cant be mad . How can you ? Its Steve the most kindest human with those stuiped blue eyes . The only person you should be mad at is your self .

Turning a corner you felt half asleep . In zombie mode . You were looking at your feet which were slowly making there way forward when you collided with a wall and fell straight on your ass . "God ,y/,n you in there ? Someone tired this morning?" Arrr great clint , your never gonna live this down

"Ass !" You said getting up.

"Well you just fell on yours " clint laught walking into the kitchen "ha guy ,guess I didnt know we had a zombie in the compand?" He shouted annoyingly to group of people that were all around the table as he sat down .

You begin to walk over not amused by Clint or anyone , when you notice there was no seats left . Everyone was in there own conversation, talking about the most stuiped morning shit . You quickly glance maybe there might be one seat . No none . You looked at steve he had the biggest smile on his face, laughing as hes arm was behind Sharon was was snug against his side smiling. In your seat . Your chest tightened again . But you didnt know what more for a the fact no one saw you, Sharon and Steve or that fact . YOUR seat was taken . You have never felt so alone and pushed out of the group like you dont belong. There were all happy, your dark mood would just worsen their day , if they even knew you were there .

You turned to the kitchen and got a bowl , some cereal you randomly picked up . And turned around to walk out the room . As you left you heard to echoes of laughter as you made your way back into your room with clouded eyes . It wasnt till you reached outside your room you looked at the bowl . You forget the milk . 'Wow y/n good . Oh what the fuck I'm not even hungry!'you thought as you though the bowl toward the wall opposite your door . You just watched it smash into pieces, going all over the follow , watching the cereal slip every where ,bouncing along the corridor . You just stared at it , feeling numb , not even feeling bad for making a mess you are not going to clean up . You just thought what a symbol for your heart . Your not even sure you have one anymore .

You entered your room , slowly as if you were scared to move to fast .

"Friday " you called out .

"Yes Miss y/l/n ?"

"Dont let anyone in my room ..." you began " if anyone even comes looking " you whispered the last part .

"Do you intend to stay in here to day miss ."

"Yes I'm staying "

"Are you sick ?"

"Of life " you mumbled "no I just want to stay in here " you said more firmly.

"But miss you have training with Captain Roger's at 10 am "

"Cancel it ! ... in fact cancel all my sessions with him , change it to either Barnes or Romanoff!"

"Cancel ! ... Captain Roger's has been informed and his new partner will be miss Carter under his request " she announced , now that stings " I'm sorry miss but Barnes and Romanoff already booked their session and theres no changing.."

"I'll do it my self then .."

"M'sorry miss you cant ..."

"I can !"

"Its not saf....."

"It doesnt matter anyway Friday , I'll do it my self , Its not big deal , and if anyone ask I'm out !"

"Okay miss "

Silence. Silence fill the room , bring pain to your ear drums . You walk toward your bed and lift the covers and plop your self in between the cover , pulling the blanked over your head . You let out a loud sob as your head hit the pillow , mufling the sound as cold tears stream down your hot cheeks . You feel like you cant breath between the weight of the sheets over your head and your sobbing.

This was your new habit

You feel your eyes become heaving as your breath become even more irregular and tear ducts dry , you felt your mind wonder into darkness .

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'BANG!'

You jumped a wake , 'god what time is it?' Your mind was pounding much like the door , adrenaline though your veins

"Y/n ?" Bucky , okay so you know that voice . Your mind still fuzzy from walking up

"What's going on ?" You hurned another voice outside 'Tony ?' You think

"Is everything okay ?" Your heart stopped ' Steve ?'

"NO ITS NOT !" You heard Nat .'god is the whole team outside.

"What the matter " great Sharon

"Nothing to concern you " bucky anger shown in his voice .

"Ha Buck calm down no need to be like that to my girl " Steve defended .

"Oh fuck off would ya " Bucky shout " y/ n please open up !"

"Bucky calm down " Tony yelled over Bucky ."Friday open the door "

"I'm sorry sir I cant "

"What ! "

"Dont you think we've tried that tony "Nat now sounded worried "y/n I know your in there "

"Miss y/n is out " Friday said .

"See she out ! No need to be like this " steve

"No she hasn't left the compand I check to carma s , have you even seen her today ?" Natasha now sounds on the verge of tears , while you sat still on your bed scared to move.

"No .. no I havnt , she cancel our session " Steve voice wavered in panic " is shes okay?"

"Maybe shes sick , Friday is y/n sick ? " Tony ask .

"Of life sir " Friday respond ,great she heard that.

Gasp were heard out side , you ran into the bathroom scared as if you were a child in trouble you sat your self on the floor, knees tucked under your chin , rocking back and forth , more tears rolling down , how is more tears even possible at this point?

More ponding at the door. "Y/n please tell me you haven't done something stuiped ?" Bucky sounded as if he was near to crying , with considnt pouncing at your door . "Please!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs " open the door "

"She just probably being dramatic " you heard sharon wining voice .The next thing your heard was a loud shudder as somthing hit the floor , followed by screams of "NAT ! " "ROMANOFF!" "NATASHA !"

"Say that again and I'll kill you "

"Nat stop " steve switch to his cap voice "open the door y/n .. come on this isn't funny "

"Leave now "Bucky challenged Steve .

"No not until I know shes okay !" Steve challenged Bucky .

"She will be when you leave !"

"But ..." Steve began

"Why do you even care ?" Bucky shouts

"Because I lo....."

"Steve please " you heard sharon crying.

"Oh babe ...come on .. Nat apologise!"

"Over my dead body ... now every one leave " nat voice filled with authority.

"Okay !" Followed by foot steps heading the other direction.

"Y/n everyone's left it's just me and Buck , open up , we ain't mad just worried open up please or at least let us know your okay?"

Silence . You dont know how long . But it was just silent .

In a low whisper your voice barely cracking though the thick abosant of sound " friday inform them I'm okay "

"Of course miss " friday respond.

Silence again . Once again you wernt able to measure the amount of time due to your fuzzy mind .

"Okay. Come out when your ready , eh ? Just know your not going to push us away " bucky said

"And what did a bowl of cereal ever do to you eh " Natasha let out a small laugh . Which caused you to make a small chuckle.

You found strength and wonder to your door slowly ,pulling it open to reveal two very red eyed worried assistant. You wander how you can make two of the most deadly people in the world near to tears .

"It didnt have milk" you put on a small innocent smile .

Bucky grinning down at you with Natasha on his side even smiling more . "There she is "

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

One Night Only 2, Part 4

Dedicated to @muse-of-mbaku it's finally winding down into a conclusion. Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: Softboi!Erik, Smut

Anthony was fed, your lyrics were coming along well, and Anaya was at peace outside.. enjoying the quiet serenity before it was time to leave and hit the recording studio. You really wanted her to see you at work and in your element, vibing with the team. You'd hyped it to the point of getting her excited now you really had to give it 120%. You were confident. The moment of emotional calm in the house should've been enough. Things had cooled down greatly. But you needed more than that. Much more. You craved clarity, closure, and to clear the muggy air between two of your very best friends. The miscommunication couldn't go on forever.

"Corey," you start once he picks up, "We really need to talk about you and Anaya and clear this whole mess up. If your love is real, you owe the relationship at least that much effort bro. Come on."

"Mane, I can talk to you about the shit. I just can't talk to her or look at her 'cause on God I'm a cry on some goofy shit. Nigga heart hurt."

"I get that. You know I do. Think of what you're throwing away if you're wrong about all this though. If she is telling the truth and it's a misunderstanding, where you gonna go from there? She don't trust you now!"

"ME?! I ain't fuckin do none. I ain't cheat not one time. Everyone know I'm in a relationship with her ass and if they don't, I tell em. I been real mothafuckin ass loyal. Still ain't fuckin nobody else bruh. My ass celibate. I'm horny as shit.."

"Ew, nigga, I ain't ask you that. Send me the picture Rasheeda sent you. Also, why you talking to Rasheeda in the first place? Hm?"

"I don't talk to her, she be there when I visit Anaya for lunch. Real cordial."

"Cordial my ass! Corey, she's a conniving bitch. Did you fuck her?"

"Did I fuck h--Did you ignore what the fuck I just said?" You hear him mutter away from the phone, "Got me fucked up.." When his voice comes back, he continues to deny it. "I just told yo deaf ass I ain't fuck noooobody!"

You sigh. You don't know what to think but you feel like he'd admit it if he had. He's too unapologetic and in your face to lie about something he did or didn't do. Way too much pride. He reminds you a lot of Erik in that way and you can see why they're cool. They're too similar not to be. A lightbulb flashes in your mind and you rush Corey off the phone reminding him to forward you the incriminating image. Immediately, you speed-text Erik.

Y/N: Whenever you get back I need a favor. It involves Corey and Anaya

It's about two minutes before he responds.

Erik: Ok

Erik: Speaking of

Your phone rings and it's his name on the screen which triggers your smile like you've been conditioned. "Baaabe," you sing happy to get even just a little of his time.

"Don't babe me. You out here acting up, twerking in random restaurants? Where was the energy this morning when I wanted some?" You sigh fighting the smile still tugging at your lips. He'd seen the video. It still shocks you how fast things spread.

"That's okay though," he continues calmly, "I'm glad you had fun.. all ratchet and shit. It's cute. Keep that same energy and be in the bedroom at 6. I want you naked and in position, no lingerie.. Naked."

"I'm supposed to be going to the studio to record," you remind him, laughing inside. You knew he would be like this when you left him this morning.

"Well then go to the studio, lil girl. I'll fuck you in the booth, I don't give a fuck," he says as if discussing dinner plans. His chill was enviable.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," you grin.

"Oh you bold. Okay, babygirl." He hangs up abruptly and you stare at the phone thinking about the check you just wrote... On second thought. You were kind of running your mouth, you weren't serious. Your team at the studio watching you get railed would be awkward. You'd have to ask them to step out then continue the session after like nothing happened. Shuffling to the deck, you find Anaya looking at the sky.

"Um," you grin awkwardly when she looks at you. "Would you be disappointed if we didn't hit the studio just yet?" She gapes and pouts, visibly disappointed.

"Come on, Y/N. You got me hyped to see a live recording session. Come through Cali hoe!"

Groaning, you shift on your feet. Cali Hoe. That would make a good song title. Tally ho, Cali hoe. "Anaya.. Girl.. You don't understand," you snicker.

"So explain it to me."

You sigh humored, "Erik... is threatening sex in the booth if I go in today."

There's a sputtering chuckle to the side at your expense and you nod sarcastically. You shouldn't have told her. "What's up with this negro and public escapades? Always doing something. Just wild for no reason.." she pauses before adopting a devilish grin. "Nahhh bitch, you going," she says looking you up and down. "I'm thoroughly in need of some entertainment and this is perfect."

"I don't think you understand," you laugh anxiously.

"No, it's very simple. Do you want that wild and reckless unpredictability you fell in love with or nah? He's been consistent. Be happy he's still the same person to you all this time later..," she pauses and you know Corey is still heavy in her thoughts. He was a part of her at this point that she couldn't shake off or detach from. "..And you know you love it! So don't think so much," she says with eyes as earnest as a child's. There was so much passion and care in her voice. It drops an octave as she stares at you. "Do you wanna get fucked at home, missionary with the lights out in your bedroom for the next however many years... or do you wanna get your guts jammed in that recording booth?"

"BRUH," you yell. Missionary with the lights off isn't even in your nigga's vocabulary.

"Judging by that balcony sex tape--"

"HUSH! ...DAMN!" You get the point though and the correlation. "Fine," you sigh. "This one's for you... Recording booth it is."

---

"I think this is working so far. I like it, but run that last part back. I need to change the speed of the rhythm.. right here just a bit.. slow it down to fit my flow when I transition. It kinda jumps. Can we mix in a little something so that--"

"I got you," your producer says, immediately moving to tweak the sound. "I does this.. I got you." He knows your style choices by now and your sound. He's also very patient because you know what you want.

"Yeah, and then I'll go in and record the accents." You look at Anaya and wave her over. She's been feeling it so far so you put her in the booth and make her sing through a backing track. Her voice sounds amazing layered under yours and you feel like a musical virtuoso. A firm hand squeezing your asscheek makes you jump a little, developing a crazy look in your eye because how dare any crusty person in this booth touch you, but then you look and it's just Erik. He grips you up against his chest and as his lips smile into your neck, his hand works its way quickly into your panties.

"Wait," you whisper frantically, looking around. He's got everyone staring. You know it. You try to move, but he won't let you and he won't remove his damned hand from inside your panties. You look down and you can see the bulge in your pants moving around. It's super obvious and blatant. You kiss your teeth and he chuckles into your neck.

"You ain't mad, you wet... Talking all that shit," he whispers so only you hear. You are wet and incredibly horny, but the close-up audience is too much. You can look in everyone's eyes and it makes you nervous. His fingers climb inside of you causing you to clench as Anaya tries to contain the humor in her expression. You roll your eyes to camouflage your arousal, also ready to slap your producer for his wandering eye on your zipper. As your song plays forgotten in the background, Erik snickers silently, thoroughly entertained with himself, "I told you. You forget I let you think you're in control.. Who's in charge?"

"...You are," you whisper, distracted by this breath on your ear and neck. He's rubbing you down below and it sends a chill through you.

"And who am I? Put some base in your voice." He's going all out today. You shake your head and he bites your ear. "Say it."

"Daddy," you blurt.

"Show over. Everyone get the fuck out," he yells and people bounce immediately, Anaya being the last and walking out slowly. His fingers leave you and you yank your body away raring to light into him but he snatches you back by your arm and throws you over the equipment.

"ERIK! You better PRAY you d-didn't mess anything up," you stutter.

"I don't give a fuck." He yanks down your clothes and grips your hair firmly in his fist bringing your head back as he pushes slowly into your entrance, his lips at your ear. "You know what to do. Turn up."

It felt too good not to. Relenting to the feeling, you throw it back, working him as he tugs roughly on your hair. Without warning, he begins crashing into you and your legs buckle. Pressing his hand into your back, he proceeds to drive his hips into you. You've long been ruined for other dick. An image of a hotdog in a hallway comes to mind. "You better.. not.. ever die," you grunt through his thrusts.

"Fuck you talking bout?"

"Where.. I'm a find.. dick, uhh.. like thiss," you hiss. He collapses on top of you, his heavy body bouncing in wheezing laughter. "I'm serious," you breathe.

Once you're put back together, he checks you out to make sure you're presentable and invites the team back into the studio. They run through the song one more time with all of the improvements as if nothing had happened and he grabs your cheeks in one hand, smacking a loud kiss on your lips. "Good job," he says.

---

In your bedroom, he's changing into his dark grey workout gear on his way back out to meet his trainer. You know better than to stand between him and his workout session because his image is part of his fame and his money, but you have to talk to him.

"Hey Erik?"

"Sup," he says lifting from the bed and shifting you out of his path, "I gotta go baby."

"I know. Just wanted to tell you, I fired Raven. She was negligent toward Anthony and I caught her in here trying on my clothes. Then she wouldn't leave immediately, it was weird. Corey and Anaya are going through a potential breakup because he thinks she's cheating and she swears she isn't. She's basically been taking care of the baby alone and I feel like I have to fix it. Also, I still don't know who leaked my number because if it wasn't Armont, then who was it?"

He drops back onto the bed rubbing his face. Pulling out his phone, he makes a call and you stare at him confused.

"Yeah, Pers.. I can't make it today...."

"NO, I didn't mean--" you shake your head silently pantomiming for him to hang up and go ahead. You didn't mean for him to drop everything and handle it right on the spot. You just needed to vent and wanted him to know what was going on.

"Yeah, I know. I'll work out from here and meet you tomorrow.... Sumo squats, back squats, leg curls, and lunges.... and the treadmill, yep... aight."

Gaping, you stare in regret, but he stands slowly to hug you with seemingly no hard feelings.

"Fix your face. Don't feel bad, you're more important than my workout. I got a whole home gym, I can workout at home. You obviously need me right now."

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