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moxfirefly · 4 years

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42 Stop being so cute with Mikey 2014-2016 please :) yes hi i'm new and this is my first ask. kind regards angelcatlowyn

Fluff and this guy honestly it’s my fave! So let’s see what I cook up. Hope you enjoy and welcome aboard.

“We could always call Don?” You popped a few bubbles from the bubble wrap in your hands.

Your new apartment wasn’t furnished which meant you had ventured into IKEA with April.

Aside from selecting some very choice pieces for the living room and bedroom you had neglected to remember that IKEAD did in fact not assemble itself.

Queue Michelangelo, your dear boyfriend showing up to help out. This lad really took his boyfriend duties very seriously.

But to restate.

IKEA does not assemble itself

You really should’ve gone to some thrift store. Haunted furniture was better than whatever this forsaken pile of bolts and boards was.

“Nah nah, this is just really bougie so we just gotta you know- the fuck is this thing?” Mikey pulled up another bag of screws. “Ok YouTube, YouTube has never failed us as a community” He pulled out his phone typing in the Swedish name of the dresser you had purchased. You giggled watching scroll until he found the correct one you had gotten.

Several nuts and bolts and cuss words later. The dresser was starting to take form. You were quite proud, watching him take leas in building this.

“Check me out babe, you ever thought you’d snag yourself a sexy construction worker?” More laughter ensured from the two of you.

“Ta-friggin-Dah” He gestured to the dresser now standing in its assemble glory. “Gotta admit I mostly started dating you cause the skater guy aesthetic but this bob the builder vibes you’re going for, so choice” You gave him a quintessential chef kiss. Mikey laughed some more, twirling a wrench in his hand. He moved on to retrieve another box already high off his accomplishment of the dresser.

“Working your magic on the- I’m not even bothering with those names, the night stand, the kitchen table and the coffee table?” Tonight was gonna be a long night by the looks of it.

“Babe, as if you need to ask” He smirked while sliding out, of course, more boards and panels. “Not gonna lie, you need a college degree for this shiz bruh” He grabbed the instruction, worrying a bottom lip between his teeth. You watched with a smile as he sat with his knee tucked up to his chin doing his damn best to remain focused on the task at hand.

“Stop being so cute” You nudged him with your foot from your spot on the floor. Mikey gave you his best and brightest smile. “How about you stop it too then” He placed the manual down and grabbed your foot, delivering a devastangly tickle attack on the sole of your foot.

Between the hysterical laughter and his sneaky ways into making this all end up in a make out session.

It was safe to say the rest of the furniture would have to wait.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Trick or Treat

A fic in The Kompound series dedicated to the one and only Josephine.

@theegoldenchild @bastioncarterstevens-udaku @hennessystevens-udaku @alyshastevens-udaku @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @chaneajoyyy

It was on sight.

His sleeves were rolled up and she could see the blonde hairs on his forearms. It looked like he had makeup on his wrist covering another tattoo.

Josephine was ready to give up the draws to the Starbucks barista. There seemed to only be two working and one was a skiny twenty-something white guy with curly blonde hair, a close shave, and a tattoo on the side of his neck that kept trying to reveal itself through the collar of his black button down.

Jojo lowered her tinted sunglasses to view his blue eyes unobstructed. He stood at about 6'3.. 6'5 which was perfect since she was 5'10 and unattracted to anything under 6'1.

He tapped the register showing the customer the price, taking their money before moving the line along. A quiet king. Jojo was sold.

She moved her glasses to the top of her head and as he moved around, she watched him calmly assemble a two sandwich/three drink order. That was when she noticed his hearing aid and decided she'd moan so loudly in his ear during sex that he'd have to keep it turned off.

Jojo's turn to order came. The barista's chin lifted to her and she leaned closer to look into his ocean blue eyes before scanning over his skinny but muscular arms. His name tag read Logan.

"Logan..," she smiled, eyes sparkling with shameless flirtation. "I want one of you, can you bring me that?"

He smiled as if his day had been made.

"Tall Caramel Snickerdoodle Macchiato," she ordered leaning in just a bit more at the counter to display her cleavage.

He shrugged as if he'd speak but Josephine quickly realized that 1) he couldn't and 2) he was confused.

"Secret Menu," she clarified.

He shook his head in confusion.

"Tall soy caramel macchiato upside down with two pumps vanilla and two pumps cinnamon dolce," she said quickly while adjusting her glistening cleavage and drawing his eye for an instant until he redirected himself. He had self control which Jojo liked, but she also knew how to break that up. She wanted him sooner than later. Quickly he began putting the drink together himself with great care despite the queue of people in line behind her. That was when she gave him her super-white smile. In no time, his number was on her cup in sharpie and Jojo had walked out into the sunshine, sipping with a new man at her disposal. It was a great day.

Josephine fantasized briefly about what his dick might look like. She had every intention of sucking the pale out of her new caucasian boy toy, but she also had a motive.

"Jojo! I'm a need to put an 'a' on that if you gonna use it. I told you already how it sounds."

The longer Josephine thought and smiled her coke white smile, the easier it was to decide that he'd be the perfect underling to draft into her plan of Halloween mischief. She skipped in the sunlight, her skin glinting. By the time she got back to her car and slid into the driver's seat to start it, she was giddy.

"Why you gotta be such a murderous lil thot," Erik muttered causing Josephine's head to snap up. His voice came crisply over her shoulder as if he were there. She quickly scanned the area, her car, and her clothes finding nothing.

"What the french toast.. Where are you," she asked looking around. She sat in her car in front of Albertson's grocery store beside the Starbucks drinking her drink. Her fingers brushed over the phone number written on the cup in black sharpie.

"Nah don't hide it now," he chuckled. Jojo primped in the visor mirror not giving a damn if he saw the number, she just didn't want her plans ruined.

"I don't know what you mean sir," her voice went up innocently as she applied her clear gloss.

"Jojo... my heart can't take this bullshit right now."

"Don't know what you're talking about. Bye!"

Josephine closed the car door and walked into the grocery store grabbing a cart and wiping it down. She patted down her jacket lapels and the pockets, her tube top, leggings, and boots.

"Don't kill family, Jojo. For once.. let's enjoy a normal holiday."

Josephine looked around wondering where Erik's voice was coming from.

"A witch can't do a lil light shopping in peace?! I'm innocent.. I'm being domestic and minding my business," she smirked looking through tomatillos and avocados. Erik didn't respond.

As she shopped for the ingredients to prepare the perfect Mexi-family dinner, she heard no more voices. Then she got back to the car to put the bags in the backseat. Her witchy senses began to tingle as she turned the wheel to leave on her way back home.

"Don't make me use magic," she paused still looking for the source of sound. "Cuz I really don't feel like it."

"Cheating make you tired huh," he teased. She slurped and sat her cup back in the holder in response. She knew what she wanted to do, she'd jinx him somehow and then laugh until he figured it out. Smiling, she continued to cruise on her way back to the compound.

"What you want nigger," she snapped. She knew he hated it, but he shouldn't have spied on her.

Erik stood to the side of his witchy wife, watching her obvious attempt at pissing him off. He knew she was plotting a long time ago, he just didn't know what.

"Errr those are your ears... This is my mouth and we're both black, nigger."

Erik kissed his teeth audibly. "What are you doing Jo.. you up to something."

"What?! You're breaking up, I can't hear you!"

"Bull."

She couldn't hang up, but she could ignore him. She honestly only wanted to cook in peace and feed the family for the time being, that was true. However, she wouldn't be Josephine without something up her sleeve.. and her fearless spontaneity was a reason why he loved her so much.. wasn't it? Everyone loved her.

She wouldn't flip the house upside down and then fix the issue every single time if she didn't love them and they didn't love her. They needed someone like her to keep them on their toes, looking over their shoulder every 15 minutes. She was the excitement. As the magical one, it was practically her duty to introduce chaos and adventure.

Afterall.. What was fun without a lil fear and screaming?

"You stuck your foot in that, girl," Angel praised, rolling her eyes as she pointed to Jojo in approval.

"Mhm," Erik hummed nearly in a food coma.

"Yesss and I HATE avocado with a passion but somehow you got me to eat it and like it," Charlie chuckled.

"Yeah, bitch, ya done good," Homie added, satiated.

Dinner was a hit and the family sat around the dinner table, absolutely stuffed.

"Baby, you did THAT," Ryley sighed, holding her stomach.

"Thank you niggerettes," Josephine grinned glowing with pride. She loved to cook and her skill was greater than that of Wolfgang Puck. As old as she was, and she had some millenia on her, she knew every technique and seasoning there was to know.

Aly'sha belched covering her mouth quickly after and Bastion snickered.

"On that note, let's all take a walk to the outer gate," Hennessy spoke standing from the table to lead the group in the walk outside.

They knew not what waited for them.

The weeks of October slipped away and after holding back patiently and silently, Josephine was able to begin the ultimate Halloween mischief she'd been planning for nearly a month. She was itching with excitement. She'd been stealing small amounts of money from Erik and each of the wives here and there just to fund it all and that was hard! Not morally... Ryley and Hennessy were just hard to steal from. She'd had to replace the stolen cash with counterfeit bills to pull it off and they never suspected a thing. She rubbed her palms together with a sneaky grin.

Phase 1 of the plan was already complete. The first order of business was to lure the household into a false sense of security. Josephine had been sweet as pie for a good month or so. There was no reason for things to change.. or so they thought.

Phase 2 was in the works. She had already secured herself a caucasian side piece, now she wanted to flaunt him like a new fur, shake things up. Phase 3 would begin within the chaos. But first.. she needed to call him.

"Logan," she spoke through the phone once she heard him pick up. "It's been.. wonderful.. You giving me massages, free coffees, and doing that thing I like," she giggled. "BUT...," her face straightened and her eyes glowed purple. "It's time," she spoke cryptically. "You know what you gotta do."

When she hung up, she received his text message reading 'I know what I must do.' She sighed a knowing sigh, staring at his handsome picture and replied, "Tell your family you're moving to Kenya and then drop this phone in the acid I gave you. I'll see you at dinner."

She didn't want his family to worry.

Three nights before Halloween, Josephine prepared a heaping spread of crab legs, shrimp three ways, oysters, linguini, biscuits, corn on the cob, and bisque. Tasting the bisque with her small spoon, it was perfect. She hummed in satisfaction.

As Kennedi set the table, Josephine grinned evily over the pot of corn and potatoes. She was a wicked but beautiful woman. She just wanted some fun was all. The madness couldn't happen on Halloween because she actually wanted to go to the family party and she knew said family would need a day or two to... recover.

"Jojo, what you doing," Kennedi asked when Josephine had been stirring the bisque too long.

"Oh nothing, I'll call the others."

Josephine's way of calling the others was to push a thought into their heads telepathically to make them all think the kitchen was on fire. They all came rushing down with the exception of Aly'sha who determined her nap was more important.. and Bastion who was busy drying her toenails. For them, she'd had to take out her phone and call.

"Now that we're here as a family," she smiled sweetly serving them each in her kente apron. She gave Erik an extra piece of corn and a kiss on the forehead.

"There's an extra table setting," Ryley noticed. "Who's coming?"

"I don't know, Jojo added it," Kennedi looked up, suddenly as suspicious as the rest of the table who were all looking at the door. It was Logan.. and just as planned, he walked in like he owned the place and took a seat at the opposite head of the table. Josephine walked around and kissed him on the forehead next.

"Oh hell nah," Kimora whispered as Charlie scratched a nonexistent itch on her neck looking to Kennedi and down at the table.

"What da hell," Angel's high voice of confusion sang, echoing everyone's thoughts while Ryley shook her head and quietly bit into a biscuit.

"Disrespectful," Hennessy muttered with Aly'sha nodding in agreement.

"Hella," Bastion added sipping her water.

Erik, however, he sat very still watching the scene ahead of him. Time sat still with him as tiny clinks of water glasses and spoons could be heard and Josephine sat on Logan's lap, feeding him soup and feeling on his tattoos. Every wife wondered silently what would happen.

Erik's chair skid as he stood and all eyes went between him and the scene unfolding on the other end of the table.

Erik passed Angel, Hennessy, Bastion, and Charlie, and Kristina who was sitting there quietly having joined her friends on whim. She was suddenly regretting it, wishing she'd went to her own man Trevante's place instead.

Smirking, he took a step back.

"Have fun," he smiled leaving the room. Bastion followed. Then Kristina. Then Hennessy left. Then Aly'sha and Kennedi. Then Angel and Ryley.

"At the dinner table," Charlie hissed looking at the tall, gangly man. "He looks high," she noticed suddenly. "Not normal high.. it's-" she gasped putting it together. "You bewitched him!!!"

"Shh!!! No.. He's.. just a little crossfaded," Josephine lied watching Charlie rush from the room to tell the others. She let out a deep sigh. Her plan wasn't unfolding the way it was meant to. Erik wasn't even angry, for one. That pissed her off. Because of it, he'd forced her hand.

After kissing the doting Logan goodbye and running her nails through his curly blonde hair, she wrapped her hands around his neck and choked him out until his life left him. Then she ate her bisque.

She'd see them once they relaxed a bit. They'd get over it.. afterall, what was Halloween without a lil trick or treat?

"Now you've done it," she fussed entering the living room where Erik layed tangled in the legs of his wives. Kristina had left. "How dare you not murder the man I cheat with!!"

"I ain't feel like it," Erik muttered, pleased with himself.

"Jojo, we're watching Lovecraft Country," Hennessy snapped. "You wanna watch?"

"No, I'm mad!"

"Then shhh," Bastion and Kennedi said in unison.

That was the last straw for Josephine. They were ruining her mischief! She had to get things back on track.

"Stop that," Charlie pointed when Josephine's eyes turned purple, but it was too late. With a snap of her fingers the power went out. Josephine vanished and only her disembodied dramatic voice was left behind.

"You have offended the great Josephine and now... you all must pay," she cackled wildly, panting slightly in excitement. "I have trapped you all here and if you don't find the bomb I've planted within the next ten minutes... there will be DEAAAATH!! Muahaha!"

She was completely serious, she'd planted a bomb. The collective groan on her household was music to her ears as she watched them drag themselves from room to room in pitch black searching for a bomb with their phone flashlights.

"JOSEPHINE GET YOUR ASS IN HERE," Hennessy yelled tired of the bullshit. She threw a pillow across the floor and Ryley was the next to scream in frustration.

"I'm a kill this girl," Angel muttered, jogging with Charlie to move the babies to the panic room.

"JOSEPHINE," Erik yelled in anger. "Just WAIT till I find you!"

Josephine felt jolly as if she'd accomplished a great feat. She loved her angry husband.

"Ahem," she grinned once they'd eaten up 8 minutes. "I have a clue! The bomb is.. implanted in something.. or should I say... someone. You find it, you win!"

Instantly, the house stampeded into the kitchen finding the body propped up in the chair at the dining table.

"I THOUGHT HE WAS STILL ALIVE," Angel shrieked once she realized. She and Kimora jumped back to grab Erik's arms and he stepped in front of them.

"Get to the panic room," he muttered quickly, "Now!"

Angel, Kimora, and Bastion ran with Kennedi who went to keep them safe.

"Hand me a knife," Erik demanded plunging it into the body once Ryley placed a large one in his hand. Hennessy had to walk away, her stomach feeling weaker.

Recklessly, Erik cut the body open getting blood everywhere and there it was.. a small bomb. Charlie was jittery, covered in blood, but she held her light while Aly'sha looked on to offer any verbal help she could as Erik worked to shut the bomb off and spare the house.

7... 6... 5... 4...

He couldn't figure it out so he threw it and snatched his wives from the room as quickly as possible, pushing them down and diving over top of them as best he could as a cover. For seconds they all laid there in anticipation of the explosion.

"Um," Ryley sighed. Hennessy scrambled to her feet to walk, heading to the panic room.

"Something's not right," Charlie whispered.

Just then Josephine cackled, her large voice filling the room. "It was a trick, the bomb was dead!! Happy Halloween, niggeronis!!!"

Suddenly the power flickered back on, but Josephine couldn't be found. She was long gone having vanished and teleported to the beach. She was laying in the sand watching the moon, still laughing.

#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #the kompound #josephine #erik x oc #trick or treat #eriknutinthispoosy

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