#talk dave east fanfiction

[chaneajoyyy]

We definitely need that Dave East list ! I only see his stories on a Wattpad.

Got you!!!!

DAVE EAST FANFICTION

old habits die hard series (ft. yahya-mainly him and features dave east)- @essaysbyciara

calling my favorite men pretty, wasted, princess treatment, stubborn, sunday reset- @555sage

reminder- @smokingangelhoe

perfect (search: dave east x reader)- @plussizeappreciationfics

***this is who I have right now but if anyone has a story hit me up***

[scarletwitching]

Vision: The problems are becoming abundantly clear. Avengers West has failed, conceptually and practically. The logical response is to wind up the operation and re-absorb the membership into the east coast organization. Re-evaluation will be necessary for certain individuals. Until then you will be placed on reservist status.

Wanda: Reservist? So what are we going to do... odd jobs? Are we such an embarrassment? Has your work been so much more important than ours?

Avengers West Coast #102; writers: Dan Abnett & Andy Lanning; penciler: Dave Ross; inker: Tim Dzon; letterer: Steve Dutro; colorist: Bob Sharen

From Chad Nevett’s newsletter:

I’ve been thinking a lot about the superhero as a Job. About those days where I wake up and just don’t want to go to work and what that must be like for one of these characters. Where you do it because you need the money and you have powers and you’re good at it, but you don’t really love it. What’s funny about this issue is that I don’t see that perspective in the group that’s being let go: I see it in the group that’s secure in their jobs. And that’s what galls me the most about this comic. That’s the part that reflects the real world in the worst way. It’s not Vision and Captain America and Iron Man playing their bullshit with people’s lives. They’re right to shut down the West Coast branch. It was a failure, mostly because it had no strong management. But, it had talented, passionate people, and those are the people being told not to show up anymore, while passionless drones who just collect a cheque are sitting on their side of the table, secure that they still have jobs on Monday. Because it wouldn’t be ‘fair’ to get rid of them in favour of a bunch of ‘losers.’

There is a perennial, low-grade discourse online surrounding the question of whether or not the Avengers are a “found family.” This discussion follows a predictable path: Someone will claim that they were found family baited by a certain accurséd film franchise. If the responder likes the Avengers, they will insist that in the comics/cartoons/early-mid 2010′s fanfiction, the Avengers are a “found family”; it is only the films that promise this and do not deliver. If they’re more negative on the team as a whole, they say, no, the Avengers were never a quote-unquote found family; if that’s what you want, look to the X-Men/Young Avengers/ambiguously canon network television program.

(On the latter point, if you’re the sort who finds the whole found family thing as conceptualized in fandom to be a bit cultish, recent happenings among the X-Men are not going to change your mind.)

This argument is boring to me because 1) I am not a found family person (I have nothing against characters forming tight bonds obviously, but the way people talk about this trope is so overblown and oversimplified that it bears no resemblance to an actual human relationship) and 2) “Avenger” is a job. There may be groups of Avengers who have long histories and close ties, but overall? Come on. No one really believes that the 616 Avengers as a unit are a “found family.” Too many people with no connection to each other have been on this team. There may be 800 X-Men, but at least, they all have something in common. The Avengers don’t have that shared history or culture binding them together, only a shared profession and maybe, sometimes a mission statement. Individuals sets of characters may be argued to have that kind of relationship, but the team as a whole, as an idea, is just not a family.

Where I diverge from others is that I think it is Cool and Good that the Avengers are merely coworkers. I like when “superhero” is a job. I especially liked when, in the old days, the Avengers were reined in by bureaucracy. This modern depiction of them as god-kings who start civil wars over the possibility of oversight is dull. It’s uninteresting to me to have them be so above everyone else. I liked when they were simply workers dealing with management and office politics.

Which brings us back to this issue where Wanda quits the team rather than be demoted. Why wouldn’t she? Wanda is one of the few mythical beings who maybe, possibly has a found family within the Avengers, but is that enough reason to accept a subordinate position to some randos? Nah. She picks her pride. Black Knight and Sersi aren’t her family, and she’s not honored just to be included.

[cilldaracailin]

So I went for a job interview today for a promotion within the childcare service that I work in. I have only ever worked in a room with the children but since we were back to work after lockdown, I have been in the office as a debute supervisor. A job came up for a debute manager and I decided I would go for it (God loves a trier right?....)

So I thought the interview went terrible when it came to answering questions about office work - (I was literally thrown in the deep end  after lockdown and was kinda floating rather than swimming a lot of the time, along with doing what I could and was shown to do as well as helping out the manager in the second service in the town) - I really didn’t have a great answer for those questions and actually said I don’t know a few times but gave as good an answer as I could from my ten years experience for the others. Went home thinking there is no chance I got that job, especially when the supervisor went for the job too.

Got back to work all the girls were asking how it was. I was like ‘meh it was alright, don’t think I got it’ and I was prepared to go back to my Pre-School room as the supervisor is back tomorrow.

Then was told an hour later by my manager that I GOT THE BLOODY JOB!

I am still in shock. I am now a Debute Manager of the creche I work in as of tomorrow and I am shitting it a little. (Or maybe a lot).

The work I need to do, is what I have been doing since I came back to work after lockdown with some more things so I know I can do it but still there is always that niggle of doubt. But me *points to herself* a debute manager. Never thought I would ever have a manager with my name!

Childcare is the only thing I have ever been good at or ever felt I did well and it feels like that yeah maybe I am doing it right and doing a good job and should finally believe in myself and what I can do.

In honour of this new found revelation (Still in shock) I am going to post some of my favourite pictures I have taken or have from over the last few years so make me smile and hopefully you all too.

(Might take a few posts as Tumblr limits to ten pictures a post.... and I have a lot!)

This is the Island of Baru of the coast of Colombia in South America. Beautiful Caribbean beach with clear beach water and golden sand.

Not that you would know, but trust when I say, that is me paragliding off the Andes in Colombia.

One of those attempts at an arty picture from inside a church in a beautiful little town called Villa De Leyva in Colombia.

One of my favourite pictures of me and my dog Lilah. Came in after a crappy night out with friends and it was like she knew and gave me a hug.

When dreams can actually come true. I have loved dolphins since I was a kid and said that I wanted to be a dolphin therapist but I was always told it wasn’t a thing. Well in 2015 I proved it was a thing and went to study to become a dolphin therapist. That’s me in the water with a beautiful dolphin called Misha. It so specialised though so almost impossible to work in the field but I did it anyway.

More dolphin pictures. Me and Misha have the craic in the water.

So this was the time I bought a tunnel and going to train my dog to be one of the show dogs that could do amazing agility skills. I trained Lilah to go through the tunnel but that was where it stopped ‘cos she kept getting stuck! hahaha!

Another one of those claw machine wins.....

This is Lahinch Beach in Co. Clare in Ireland. Surfers paradise and a stunning beach. Ireland is so beautiful in the sun.

That time I finally got to meet the lads from Busted and be what’s called the OMFG Zone for their concert. Its basically a much more peaceful mosh pit right in front of the stage in it’s own circular section. Best gig and I ain’t ashamed to admit to my love of Busted. A lot my fanfiction as a teenager were based on Busted.

That chocolate biscuit cake that comes out every Christmas covered in malteasers.... Yum!

Those second place white chocolate chip cookies! (If you read Robyn and Taron you know what I am talking about...)

That one time another dream came true and I meet Ariel and told her that I was a dolphin therapist and had a conversation about the ocean. My ultimate and favourite Disney Princess.

That one time I made a sugar cookie Christmas tree....

That time “The Beast from the East” came. Storm Emma covered the place with snow for five days. There were eight foot snow drifts along the road I live on.

When The Beach Boys came to Dublin and my parents and I went to see them and it was amazing! Such nostalgia!

I know most people won’t get this reference if you are not Irish but this a tea cosy I knitted based on a children’s television character called Bosco who lived in a box. Huge part of my childhood.

I ice Christmas cakes every year and this was one of my favourite designs, hand pipped on without a mistake. It’s such a cute tree!

That time I paid €100 to go and see Hugh Jackman in concert and I was front and centre of the stage and it was bloody amazing!

The circus theme caked I made with the girls from Pre-School for our Circus themed Graduation last year. Inside was a red and white cake with butter cream and was amazing! So proud of our fondant work!

That time last year when another dream came through and I got to go and see Winter and Hope and PJ in Clearwater Florida and sat in front of the glass windows for ages just staring at them.

Sunsets in Clearwater Florida. I don’t think it needs anything else said.

That time I got to dress as Elsa for work for Halloween and loved every minute of it! ;)

When I got to sing Somebody to Love with my amazing SuSo Gospel choir in the church in my home town.

Carne Beach Co. Wexford where I spent nearly ever summer as a kid and it was amazing! Again, Ireland is stunning in the sun.

When I got to go and see The Foo Fighters (again) in a place called Slane in Co. Meath. It’s a castle with huge ground where concerts are held every year and this gig was amazing. Apart from the horrible weather. It bucketed down with rain but I was prepared with layers, wellies, a giant warm coat and many ponchos. (This was before Dave Grohl fell off the stage in Germany and broke his leg).

The Eiffel Tower at night.

I don’t have a caption for this one. It speaks for it’s self and it I love everything about it.

“How do you get a Pikachu on a bus? You Pokémon...” (Sorry not sorry, it makes me laugh every time!)

Another one of those claw machine wins. A giant rainbow unicorn!

The Christmas tree in the lobby of The Plaza Hotel in NYC. Stunning! (As is the afternoon tea! ;) )

One of favourite pictures that I took in New York at Christmas last year. A beautifully lit tree and the Empire State building in the background.

And last but not least, this beautiful, humble and wonderful person. I can’t take any credit for this picture but I had to put one in and it is definitely one of my favourites.

And that is them all! They all fitted. Just felt like sharing some picture love while I was still taking in my great news. Hopefully I will be ok in my new position and not bitten off more than I can chew! :)

xxx

[essaysbyciara]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Black Adam's Aldis Hodge 'Hawkman Chest Workout' | Train Like a Celebrity

Y’ALL. SET ASIDE SIX MINUTES. 

IT’S SIX MINUTES OF ALDIS HODGE WORKING OUT. 

96 notes • Posted 2021-05-14 21:53:10 GMT

#4

sis, you up? @ghostfacekill-monger

109 notes • Posted 2021-03-22 07:43:54 GMT

#3

Birthday Candles [Fireworks Pt. II] | Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Reader

FIREWORKS 

Warnings: Language, lightweight smut thoughts

Peace! Back with the continuation to “Fireworks”. Much love to everyone who asked for a part two. Link to the origin story is above! *bankhead bounces into the atmosphere*

Light prayers rip off your tongue as the bass from Kill’s car rips through the parking lot of your apartment complex. The muffled sounds of Jeezy’s “Ya Digg” snitch on his age. You’re glad to know that Kill is as grown as he made himself out to be. 

yo i’m outside

You don’t mind Kill’s lack of chivalry. No need for him to know exactly where you lived just yet. It was just a few hours ago that he was your favorite IG thirst trap and now he has your heart trapped in all the right ways after a brief introduction in a nearby park.  The traits his aunties taught him come out once you come out of your door. He exits his car to greet you with that same hug that damn near swallowed you into the Earth’s core. He still smells of cognac, cigarellos and department store cologne.  

You and Kill stare at each other without the proper words to move this conversation forward. It brings you back to your afternoon at Care Park where it almost felt like Kill didn’t really care about you. Earlier in the day, he lobbed a DM at you inquiring if you had time to swing by a cookout he and his crew were hosting for the 4th of July. Beyond some double taps and a comment or two,  you and he hadn’t established any real communication, this would your first time to get to know him beyond  his sweaty yet sexy gym selfies. The only talks that happened took place in your daydreams, the ones that those sexy IG stories ignited.  

Your first time to speak beyond emojis was when he sauntered up to you and your friend carrying two bottles of deep brown alcohol and thick bodies. One empty bottle and escort to the food table later and you were just basking in the Black joy of the neighborhood that surrounded you. All minus the man who invited you there in the first place. Kill was nowhere to be found. 

Kill finds words to break the ice. “Yo, I’m sorry about earlier. I was trying to get to you but…” He’s “Kill” to his friends, “Erik” to his family. Kill couldn’t sneak some time away from the homies who needed soundboards for their latest hood stories and the ladies who needed his help putting up hooded tents to block out the heat. Kill felt heat from you the moment you pulled up to the park. 

IG didn’t do you any justice. Knocked back by your beautiful skin and skin tight dress, Kill quickly dapped up his friend who coaxed him into messaging you a green light to swing through. He had to give him his necessary props. 

“No, I get it. There was a lot going on out there. We’re good.”  Good wasn’t even the best word to describe how Kill looked under these parking lot lights. His gold caps glinted under the fabricated sunbeams transforming him into a sexy menace who made you feel safe and made sure you ate despite your nerves. He earned points -- and a second chance -- off that alone. 

“Aight, cool cool … you ready to go?”

“Back to the park?”

“Yeah. Unless you wanna roll somewhere else?”

“I mean, that last time I was there, we didn’t really get to talk so…”

Kill raises his left eyebrow and nods his head with all due respect. You were right. Why go back to the scene of his mishap where you had to share him with the streets and the sweet ladies? Your mind races of where to go. Your body and all things fluidly connected to it is ready to invite Kill inside of your place and sacred space. Kill would love to see the inside of your apartment as well. And you. In due time. 

A break in your plotting and scheming comes when your phone starts to vibrate violently in your right hand. Kill looks at you with bewilderment and confusion; why are you letting your phone ring off into voicemail? Maybe there’s another paramore or suitor vying for your attention? Looking at you, Kill isn’t surprised if that is the case. But having him drive out to your house doesn’t make sense if someone else is already calling your house a second home, especially after he blew his first chance with you.  

He shakes it off. There’s no room for doubt inside of his old-school Black Acura. 

Kill bends the road’s curves with the best of them all while taking quick glimpses at you as he sits at a never-ending string of stoplights. It does give you both a brief chance of privacy before you two land back near Care Park. You caved at returning. It wasn’t your fault: your city was pretty-old school, everything but the gas station and the convenience store closed early for the holiday. 

“You probably don’t wanna hear rap shit, my bad.” Kill swipes through his Spotify at a rapid pace to beat the light. 

If you let me, let me come outside … I’ll keep you, I’ll keep you satisfied tonight...

Melting, that is you. How would Kill know that Intro’s “Come Inside” is one of your favorite love songs of all-time? It takes you back to a time when you yearned to be desired, loved and lusted after by the man of your dreams. Now that’s your present and it’s taking the strength of ten goliaths to keep you from jumping into your present’s lap. Damn the streets, roads, causeways and byways. 

Kill catches you serenading his passenger’s side window. “You don’t know nothing about this, chill.” 

“I don’t know Intro?! Quiet Storm radio raised me. Don’t play me with that.”

During those late nights and early mornings, Anita Baker taught you about quiet desire. Rick James schooled you on fire. Boyz II Men played the boys next door who wanted to make love to you and Jodeci acted as the neighborhood bad boys who fought to get Nathan, Michael, Shawn and Wayna out of the way so they could fuck your brains out. Maxwell gave you a lesson in the luxuries of that cocoa-kissed love and Sade prepped you for the sweetest taboo. Your ear to the radio got you ready for this very moment, a moment that up until one pm today felt so damn out of reach. 

Kill reaches for your door. Again, chivalry ain’t dead. He weaves you through a packed front yard towards a back porch empty of the crowds from earlier. Weed smoke travels from the house.  So do the sounds of Polo G. 

“You hungry, baby?” Kill tosses his car keys onto the rusting iron-and-glass table. That question wasn’t coming from him but rather this sweet and grandeur voice from beyond the screen door. Kill looks at you for an answer. Your shaking head gives a definite yes. 

“Yeah, grandma. Is there peach cobbler left?”

“Yes, Erik. Come in and grab you and your pretty new friend a piece.”

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114 notes • Posted 2021-07-23 04:49:15 GMT

#2

Fireworks | Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut thoughts, drug use, drinking

The 4th been gone, I know lmao. Haven’t wrote anything in a minute and you know I have fun with Killmonger, so here it is. Hope you dig. Something sweet. 

Nothing could top the fireworks popping off at the base of your spine. The ones sending smoke signals freeing you to find the pleasure that only he could set off within you. But you weren’t done. Why would you be? You hadn’t reached the combustive ending that you both were waiting for. But you had to race somewhere to find that moment to be free and brave. 

A post on IG gave you all the deets. 

Meet us at Care Park off Layton Road.  Bring bottles. 

You see a stream of Black men, women and children basking in the carefree with some local rapper’s psalm blasting from factory speakers. You’re never off the 4th of July. Same for your homegirl. You message her to see if she wants to grab a burger and bomb-ass potato salad in an attempt to get a closer look at this dude who got you all the way fucked up. 

His name is Erik. He goes by Killmonger. Or Kill. You know him only as this dude whose crew flexes around on the interwebs. He’s only in the gym, it seems. And the block. Flashing his pretty teeth with gold caps in the mirror as he shows off his daily gains. He’s a tough one. All his crew is, to be honest. You’ve lived in this city for so many years that you didn’t think fine like that existed until following a trail of tags led you to his page. He was sexier that the one you first feigned for, an impossible feat you thought. 

But it was true. He thirst trapped his way into your heart. And onto your follower’s list. 

He followed you back. Liked a few posts of you flexing your curves in your favorite black t-shirt dress. Nothing happened beyond those moments in infancy until you waxed banter about the city you both call home -- him since birth, you since 2013 -- and he took notice, maybe offense. 

Lol you gotta live over where I’m at

You did, not too far away. The conversation didn’t last beyond you confirming his belief of where you laid your head at night. You dreamed of dialogue, of laughs, of something substantial. You dreamed of him, shit. But that was it. 

“Who’s grilling today?” Your homegirl’s phone call was right on time. 

“Girl, you know that fine-ass dude from Instagram? They having something over at Care. Looks like a community thing.”

“Let’s go…”

“What? I don’t know them like that.” 

It’s a lot of them. You follow most of them. They crew thick. 

“Ain’t you and dude talk before? Just hit him up and see if it’s cool…”

Your nerves start to snap, crackle and pop. You ain’t that bold. You also may have exaggerated at how much you and Kill conversed in the past. Instead of banking on your perceived closeness, you like the post and keep scrolling to see if someone you actually know has something going on that you could waltz your way into without remorse. 

Until your phone vibrates. 

Bring a friend and come thru

Kill saw your bat signal and responded faster than Robin on a mission. He’s been on assignment to get to you since you followed him back that day. But street dudes carry a shyness when it comes to finding the right one to come home to every night. He thought you’d get the clue and shoot your shot when he liked your posts. He didn’t move hastily in the neighborhood so why would he move that way into your private messages?  His homeboy vouched for you even though he barely knew you. “She seem dope as shit.” His friend is the one that coaxed Kill into asking you to come out. They needed more girls at this party, in all honesty. 

You were Kill’s type. You had the right amount of cushion to do the maximum amount of pushing Kill wanted to put on you. Desire goes both ways. 

Cool! How late y’all going?

Until they kick us out lmao

“What time the liquor store close, Sis?” 

You cradle two bottles of Woodford Reserve as you adjust your hair in the driver’s side window. The neighborhood calls it “We Don’t Care” Park for a reason. Nestled between two enclaves with decades-old beef, the grassiest parts were missing a shit-ton of green. 

You and your friend catch a mix of “you know them?” and “shit … who they?” from street soldiers active and retired. 

“Shit. She actually came, bruh…”

Kill’s leaves from under the canopy of trees to greet you. The smell of Bleu De Chanel and the finest cannabis greet you in return. A black tee, black jeans and black Timbs don’t make sense in this blistering sun but no rules should exist for a body built like a tank ready to do battle. You accept his uniform. It looks good as fuck on him. 

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159 notes • Posted 2021-07-06 05:05:26 GMT

#1

Playing Games [Erik Stevens x Y/N]

Warnings: Language, smut thoughts (my ministry!) 

I don’t know why I’m in a Killmonger space but oh well lol. Just a quick drabble for the streets. I appreciate every last soul who reads, likes and comments. Y’all are the real MVPs.

“You ready for another round?” 

“Eww, Erik. No.” 

“You knew what I meant, nasty….” 

Have you ever met someone through a friend and they become more than that? That’s your story with Erik. 

A hazy barbeque on the Southeast side of DC led you to meet this tall, caramel-drenched king who would turn into your best-friend-turned-next-episode. There he was, posted upstairs as the party got its most lit and there you were, sitting on the couch downstairs, strolling through a Twitter feed failing to update itself. You heard wild yells coming from upstairs. 

“Girl…” tapping your best friend and soon-to-be friendship conduit, Shakira, on the shoulder, “...what the hell is going on upstairs?” 

“My boy Erik is up there playing MK11 with his bros. They hella extra for no reason.” 

Mortal Kombat 11. Your favorite game. Jade is your main but sometimes you lace up with Kitana. There was something about how Jade would murk niggas with that pole of hers that had you hooked. You were Jade and Jade was you. 

You finessed yourself up the steps to find Erik neck deep in an ass whooping. He had no idea what to do with Jax other than that he was the Black character. Obligated, you know. No one noticed you walking into the dimly-lit room, dudes so flummoxed by the beatdown on the 70-inch Sony screen to even pay attention to your thick-ass making your presence known. But when someone asked for who’s next, you spoke up. The room suddenly had your attention. 

You beat everyone’s ass. One by one. Sindel? Dropped. Sub-Zero? Dropped. Erik’s wack-ass play as Jax? Dropped. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you hit every combo. You pushed his boy into a nasty brutality and Erik had to fall victim to your essence. It also didn’t help that your plush body sat firm in your seat as you did it.

But Erik played games. Something about you told him to keep it cute. Though he didn’t really want to. He wanted to put your body into a combination, real talk. 

“You had to say it like that, though?” You toss the PS4 controller onto Erik’s loveseat in order to catch a quick glass of water. You ended up being Erik’s tutor more than his opponent. He plays Jade more than you do now. 

“Nah, your nasty-ass had to take it there…”

“Maybe because I want you to…” 

Erik’s breath hitches inside the corridor of his chest. “I want you to…” did something to him beyond the normal stare-down of your body mid-game would produce. You’d be so focused that you never noticed. 

“You want me to do what…?” 

Honestly, you’ve been dreaming for Erik to push all of your buttons. You respected his friendship move even though you wanted more. You’re grown enough to recognize when a man is feeling you. You figured that Erik wasn’t trying to do anything serious with anyone so friendship would be the cap on top of this moment. 

For now. 

Not right now. 

But maybe right now. Best to play coy even though your dragon snuck out of its castle a wee bit too early. 

“I’m just playing, Erik. Shit. Chill.” You laugh to hide your intentions. Erik ain’t having it. 

“I ain’t shit to play with…” That right there? Wanna talk about “dropped”? You felt muscles, kinks, walls. dips and dives drop in record time. Erik ain’t shit to play with, huh? 

“Honestly, chill. I’m chilling. I promise. I don’t want you like that.” 

Lies, fairytales and fallacies, homegirl. 

“I thought so, punk.” A bit of snark to hide his disappointment that you didn’t add gasoline to the fire. 

“Who you callin’ a punk? I’ve been beatin’ your punk-ass all day.” 

Look at you aggressive to hide the aggression that you really want to lay on Erik. 

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