#erik killmonger x black female! oc
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DDose: ten
JASMINE
I couldn’t believe it! I’m pregnant! I can’t wait to tell Hazel, but right now, I want to enjoy the fact that Erik convinced her to move in and now we can all be under one roof! I arrived home to the apartment to hear Essence by WizKid looming through the house. Vibing to the music, I followed the tune to Hazel’s bedroom and found her sorting through some clothes. “Hey sis! Erik told me you’d be here. Everything okay?” I asked. “Hey Google! Pause music” Hazel commanded. The music came to a halt and I took a seat on the bed. “Hey Jas, I’m fine. I’m just going through some clothes, looking for things to take to Erik’s. Aren’t you coming?” she asked. “Sis, I knew about this already” I replied taking one of her shirts and folding it for her. “I didn’t want to move in with Adonis unless you were coming too” I stated.
Hazel continued to fold another shirt, “So you knew that Erik wanted me to move in?” she questioned. “Of course I did! Why do you think I helped you pick out a dress for dinner?!” I laughed. Hazel placed the folded shirt on the bed and grabbed a pillow, swatting me with it. “How could you hold out on me like that!” She laughed. “Okay! Okay!” I laughed, holding my hands up to prevent Hazel from hitting me again with the pillow. “Look, I didn’t know everything. But I knew that Erik would be taking you out and I wanted it to be special. Adonis mentioned that Erik wanted to go all out for the night, and I wanted you to look your best” I admitted. “Erik told Adonis that the night went great, how was it for you?” I questioned. Hazel smiled to herself as she placed the folded shirts into the suitcase. Hazel had this sly grin on her face, “Tell me!” I urged. Hazel laughed, “Jas it was nice. Dinner was beautiful, the scenery was breathtaking. The sex was just…” her voice trailed off. “Sex?” I questioned with a furrowed brow.
“Nobody mentioned anything about sex” I said getting irritated. “Because it wasn’t your business Jas. Why are you trippin’ anyway” Hazel replied. “Because I know how you are when it comes to Erik, especially when big decisions are involved” I warned. Hazel rolled her eyes. “What do you mean by ‘I know how you are when it comes to Erik’” Hazel mocked. “When he doesn’t feel the same way that you do, or act how you want him to act, you throw a tantrum and run… and then you cry to me about it.” Hazel folded her arms and kissed her teeth. “Haze, you know I’m right. I just don’t want you to make any lusty decisions over something that could be potentially permanent. You remember what happened with Trevor and I don’t you?” I chastised. Hazel sighed. “Trevor was a shitty dude anyway. I don’t know why you moved in with him just to come back here two weeks later!” Hazel remarked.
“Sis, the point is, I made a hasty decision when I knew he wasn’t shit and I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Only you know what you and Erik can handle, and I don’t want to hear any of this down the line. Next thing you know you’re leaving Erik and looking for somewhere to stay because we’re not signing another lease here” I stated. “Who?! Sis I’m not giving up my share of the apartment. I’m gonna continue to pay rent here in case things go sour” Hazel replied. “So you’re planning to fail huh? You really think things aren’t gonna work out? Why did you tell him you wanna move in if you’re not ready!” I argued.
“Jasmine, I’m ready to move in with him. Erik asked me to move in like a gentleman, with his clothes on. As the night progressed, I felt the need to give him some to celebrate. There’s nothing lusty to ramble over.” Hazel shrugged. “I just want to come home in case I need to. I’m aware of how Erik can be and if I need to cool off; I’d rather be alone and not in his house alright?!” Hazel said attempting to get me off her case. “I see you’ve given it some thought. I just want what’s best for you. I don’t want you ending up how Trevor and I did” I said. “Who gives a damn about Trevor when you’re with Adonis now Jasmine! Focus on that.” Hazel fussed. “Now, if you’re done fussing, help me get the rest of these shirts into the suitcase so we can get shit started!” Hazel ordered. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you” I replied putting the last folded shirt into Hazel’s suitcase, zipping it up.
HAZEL
“Alright, so that’s everything” Erik said placing my heavy shoe bin onto the floor. “You sure you need all of this?” Erik questioned. “Yes baby I’m sure. You can never have too many shoes” I replied kissing his cheek. “Thank you!” I say walking into the kitchen. “Mind grabbing me a beer?” he called out, taking a seat on the couch to take off his shoes. I grabbed a bottle of water and a beer from the fridge. I took a seat next to Erik on the couch. “Thanks” he replied opening the bottle. I let out a deep sigh as Erik flipped through movies on Netflix.
Getting comfortable on the couch, I rested my legs across Erik’s as his rested on the table. Laying my head on his shoulder, I took in the scent of his Burberry cologne. Exhaling, I felt like I was at home, feeling settled in the moment. Erik’s left hand held onto the beer bottle, while his right hand rested on my backside, holding me. “Comfortable?” he asked. Nodding my head in agreement he placed a small kiss to my forehead as he took another sip of his beer. Letting out a low hum, I fixed my eyes to Netflix and enjoyed being in Erik’s presence. It’s been a chaotic day with moving, and I wanted nothing more than to relax with my man. Surprisingly, I didn’t want to engage in any of the physical tonight. I wanted to experience our first night in the house on some chill vibes, real talk. Jasmine’s advice loomed in the back of my mind, I hate that I lied to her, but the way she acted when I mentioned sex, I panicked. I honestly didn’t want to hear her story about bum ass Trevor, but I don’t want her to be right about Erik just because we shouldn’t let the apartment go. I may not make the best decisions emotionally when it comes to Erik, but I’m not stupid enough to let go of where I lay my head, just because we’re living together under one roof. I’m aware that there will be tension but I want to create a safe space for the both of us when times aren’t the happiest. My feelings are Erik are strong, and I want what’s best for us no matter how this ‘under one roof’ situation turns out.
I had little interest in what was on Netflix at the moment, Erik’s cologne and strong arms were intoxicating. The distraction of his scent and embrace caused me to grab the blanket that rested on top of the couch and drape it over my body. Erik paused the tv, placed his beer on the floor, and moved his legs from the table and, to the couch so that I could get comfortable and lay on top of him. “You tired?” he questioned adjusting the blanket over my body. “A little, we have been pretty active today” I say snuggling up under him to get comfortable. “You right” Erik replied placing another kiss to my forehead. “Get comfortable. We’re home now” he said grabbing his beer from the floor.
Our cozy moment was interrupted by the click of a lock. “You sure you got it?” a female voice called out. “Yeah, get inside, don’t worry!” a male voice replied. I could feel Erik shift from up under me, and then he was gone. I opened my eyes to see Jasmine coaching Adonis, and Erik nowhere to be found. I pushed my hair out of my face to get a better look. “Sorry Haze, D is just bringing in the last of my things!” Jasmine called out. Adonis walked in, followed by Erik with boxes. “Thanks again bro” Adonis said. Placing the box down, Adonis looked over at the couch. “Hey Haze. I’m sorry to wake you” he said. “It’s fine” I replied taking the blanket off of me and walking into the kitchen to greet everyone. “That is the last of everything right?” Erik questioned. “Yeah, why?” Adonis asked. “Shit I’m tired, Haze was falling asleep on the couch. Ya’ll woke her up, and I was headed there myself” Erik replied brushing his hand through his dreads. “My bad. We’re all here now. I know nobody’s in the mood to cook, should we get some pizza?” Adonis asked.
“Sounds good to me, I’m starving!” Jasmine called out. “Get some chips from the pantry babe, it may be a minute before the pizza is delivered” Adonis suggested. “What kind of pizza should we get?” Adonis questioned. “Meat lovers, you cool with that Hazel?” Erik asked. “It’s fine” I replied grabbing the blanket from the couch wrapping it around myself. Taking a seat on the barstool at the island, Adonis pulled out a pizza menu from the drawer.
JASMINE
I grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry and a bottle of water. I sat next to Adonis at the island while he looked through the pizza menu. “You cool with meat pizza?” He asked me. “Yeah it’s fine, throw in some wings” I added. “Ya’ll cool with wings too? Buffalo?” Adonis questioned. “YES!” Erik and Hazel replied in unison. I chuckled to myself at the irritation in their voices, these two were tired as hell; and hungry. I’m surprised Hazel hasn’t gone off on Erik yet. “Alright so an extra large meat lovers pizzas and an order of buffalo wings. Got it!” Adonis said taking out his phone to place an online order.
Erik rolled his eyes, “He’s got the menu in his hand, why doesn’t he just call them instead?” Erik said irritated. “You know how he is, he feels like nobody answers the phone anymore, just chill E” I replied. “I’ll be drunk off beer by the time that pizza gets here” Erik said as he walked to the fridge to grab another beer. Hazel rolled her eyes at Erik, I noticed the empty beer bottle on the floor by the couch. Hazel didn’t seem too happy, she clutched the blanket around her tighter. “You’re awfully quiet chick. What’s up?” I asked. Hazel appeared to be in a daze, unhappy and unbothered. “Nothing, I’m just tired, and I’m hungry” she said annoyed. Erik took a sip of his beer and took a seat next to her. Erik stared at Hazel a moment, “You know how she is when she’s sleepy” Erik taunted. “But seriously, we have been at it all day with moving.” Erik clarified.
“Alright! The pizza is ordered!” Adonis said jumping back into the conversation. “So what’s up? How ya’ll feeling since we’re all moved in now” Adonis started. Adonis came behind me and leaned on me, holding me from behind placing small kisses to my neck. “Obviously not as good as ya’ll” Hazel chimed in. I shot a look at Hazel to not start, I hate it when she takes it there and fusses with Adonis. “Brat needs a nap” Adonis uttered. I hit his side out of reflex. “Why you starting shit? Go back to sleep on the couch” Erik added. “Better yet, take your ass to bed in my room” Erik commanded. “Fine! Everything was fine until they showed up anyway!” Hazel snapped, she kept the blanket close to her body and stormed off. “Hazel chill out!” I yelled, raising from my seat. “Or what?” she responded. “I didn’t convince Erik to bring ya’ll here for this. Cut the bullshit. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet and you trippin. We’re all tired, and we’re all hungry. Just sit down so we can all talk. Erik, give this girl some dick tonight and make sure she gets some sleep!” Adonis huffed. Hazel sighed and proceeded to take her seat. I don’t know what transpired between Hazel and Erik while Adonis and I were gone, but I’m not dealing with this. I talked to her, and I made sure that she was ready for us to be under one roof, but clearly she’s not. I was so embarrassed to be in the same room with her, I know I’m gonna have to hear it from Adonis when we go to bed tonight. “Ya’ll know I’m not big on bad vibes, and I’m always up for a good time. I was thinking, since we’re all under one roof, we should have a kickback this Friday night to celebrate all of us getting together” Adonis suggested. “You know I’m down, I can always call my boy up for the drinks and you know I can get the crew together along with the honeys” Erik suggested. Hazel kissed her teeth. “I just want us to have a good time, get to know each other better. All of this negative shit, I’m not putting up with. If we’re gonna make decisions and have stuff like this, we all gotta be on one accord. Feel me?” Adonis questioned. “I hear you” Hazel responded dryly.
“So what’s up with the honeys and the drinks for Friday?” Erik questioned. Hazel locked eyes with me, I could tell she was annoyed with Erik, who seemed to not give a damn about what came out of his mouth. Hazel rose from her seat and placed the blanket on to couch, “I’m going to bed. Keep me posted on the BOOZE and the HONEYS” Hazel said with emphasis before leaving the kitchen, clearly disgusted with Erik. Hazel’s footsteps going up the stairs grew faint, and a loud slam of the door followed.
“Erik what the fuck!” I yelled. Erik brushed the dreads out of his face. “What Jas? What’s a party without liquor and women? I’m not sitting up here around no niggas and we just drinking.” Erik remarked. “That’s not the point! Why are you bringing up women right now? That’s disrespectful. She just moved in and she’s supposed to be your girl!” I snapped. “She is, but she’s gotta recognize that just because she’s my girl, it doesn’t mean that my life stops. She’s in my life and she’s in my house, she’s not gonna change every aspect of me, Jasmine” Erik retorted. I didn’t want to be rude in front of Adonis but if I saw this coming, I would’ve never agreed to Hazel moving in with him. He couldn’t have asked her to move in on “gentleman terms’, that bitch lied. “Erik, the least you could do is check on her” I suggested. “Check on her for what? She sleep. She doesn’t want to be bothered” Erik mocked. Frustrated, I was seconds away from going off on Erik. I rose from my seat and left the table. “I’m done” I said walking towards Adonis and I’s bedroom.
ADONIS
“You need to get your shit in check E” I warned. “Check what D?! Hazel knew this shit before she moved in with me, why should I change any of that now just because she lives here? My life doesn’t stop, and it doesn’t revolve around her. We see each other, we smash, and we happy. That’s that, alright? Now when we have this kickback, I’m contributing, booze and the honeys.” Erik stated. I shook my head in disappointment. “You not at work right now, you’re not assigned to any task nigga. You here in the suburbs! Off duty! This isn’t a “finish the job” command right now!” I emphasized.
“You made a decision to ask Hazel to move in, if you not feeling her like that, just tell her instead of treating her like she just some to do!” I added. “Bro, I know where the fuck I am! We’ve been here for a year now! I know we ain’t going nowhere anytime soon! I like Hazel, aight. Just let me do me, I don’t see her complaining!” Erik defended. “What did you call that before she walked out?! What did you call that when I showed Jasmine some affection?! What do you call that when you bring up other women and liquor when we’re talking about celebrating?! She’s jealous! She wants you and only your attention matters to her! Come on man, she ain’t the conquest type of chick and you know she feeling you.” I admitted. “Donnie, I know what I’m doing. You ain’t gotta check me bout no pussy, cuz it’s just that with us. Some live in pussy that comes with some high maintenance shit like my time” Erik shrugged off. “You need to check yourself, or you gone end up alone.” I warned. “Please, yo pussy whipped ass would say some shit like that. You can’t even move without Jasmine. Fuck I look like taking advice from you?!” Erik snapped.
“You got it” I said defeated. I wasn’t in the mood to go back and forth with my clown ass brother. He’s always been hardheaded and impulsive about shit, always thinking of himself. Sadly, Erik has always been this way ever since he got that assassin job with the government. He’s been so detached from everything, treating everything like an assignment. He’s never going to plant roots if he’s always treating things as a disposal, like his job… treating everything in sight like a bounty. The past 4 years being away from Erik it’s given me time to realize that I can’t continue my career in boxing forever, one of these days I gotta sit my ass down. I still don’t know what the future holds for Jasmine and I but I want her to know that I got her regardless of what my career holds.
Sharing a home with Erik for the past year has been a whirlwind since he’s been back, bringing this girl and that girl to the house, keeping “trophies” for a later date. In the beginning it was fun living this bachelor life, but ever since Erik brought Hazel and Jas home for dinner, I knew it was time to hang that shit up. I see how Erik looked at Hazel that night, and I know he has feelings for her, but this extra shit gotta stop. My brother can’t play with people’s emotions and time like that, he just needs to be honest with her, especially if he’s confident that he wants to keep this ‘bachelor’ lifestyle.
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HAZEL
Jasmine and I poured punch for the guests as more came in. Erik had a beer in his hand, entertaining the small crowd gathered around him. Adonis was on the other side of the kitchen making himself a plate of hot wings and rotel. “This is homegirl’s third cup of punch tonight, what the hell did you put in here Haze?” Jasmine asked me. “Girl a little bit of fruit juice and some vodka, a few slices of pineapple and oranges. Something to take the edge off tonight” I said to her pouring myself a cup.
“It does look really good” Jasmine said eyeing my cup. “Get you a cup sis. I made a ton!” I replied. “You know I’m still doing that detox.” Jasmine laughed. “Oh yeah I forgot” I said to her. I grabbed a plate of wings and took a seat on the couch with Kourtney, Dre, Keith, and Brittany. We were all laughing at joking, discussing some of the awkward things that were going on in the house amongst the guests. Erik took a seat next to me. “Hey babe you want a wing?” I asked with a smile. “Nah, but if you could trade places with Kourtney, I’d like to sit next to her so that I can start up this conversation and everyone can hear me” Erik suggested. I furrowed my brow, “We can hear you loud and clear from here. What gives E?” I questioned.
Ignoring me, Erik moves over next to Kourtney and starts talking to her. Brittany notices the expression on my face. “Girl what’s up with E? And why is his loud ass so close to Kourtney?” she questioned. “Hell if I know” I responded taking a bite out of my wing. I continued to eat when I felt a tap to my shoulder, “Mind if I sit here?” Jasmine asked. “Nah, sis go ahead” I said moving closer to Brittany. Jasmine took a wing off my plate and began to eat. I was about to check her when Kamryn decided to ask a question to the group. Focusing our attention to the center Kamryn asks, “Why are men prone to one night stands rather than commitment?”
“Oh Lord here we go.” Brittany nudged. “Girl as long as Erik, Devin, or Orlando don’t chime in, I think we’ll be fine” I replied taking a sip of my punch. “I swear, they’re the last ones on earth who need to chime in on this” Brittany joked. Brittany hit my thigh quickly interrupting me, seeing that Erik was getting up and he was giving the bedroom eyes to Kourtney, I’m not sure what was said, but how he looked at her, I knew he was drunk and feeling himself. “I can answer that one Kam.” Erik said confidently with a macho-man stance. “Why would an eligible bachelor like myself want to settle down? I look good, I can fuck, and I have money. I don’t see myself being tied down to someone based off “emotions” and “love”. I’d rather get sex when I want it, not when it’s hung over my head and taken away from me as ‘punishment’. Fellas, you got to be out of your mind if you think commitment is the way to go when it’s pussy everywhere” Erik spoke confidently.
I couldn’t believe my ears. I handed my plate of wings to Jasmine for her to finish and I chugged my drink. I decided to give my take on the matter. “Kamryn I do believe that men like Erik are afraid of commitment primarily because they can’t handle it. They can’t handle being with just one woman. Instead of maintaining a vibe overtime, they’d rather chase the thrill of it all, all for one night, and be done. They’d rather not get to know and understand the reward of one woman but rather the mystery of what lurks underneath the damsels in distress each night” I shot back. Erik chuckled, “Look Hazel, all a nigga looking for right now is a good time, and some sex on demand. Fellas, what’s the rush when you out here living yo best life?!” Erik beamed. Devin stood up and hit his beer bottle against Erik’s in agreement. “You damn right, to no commitments, and good sex!” Orlando said raising his beer bottle as other men followed suit.
Mortified, I grabbed my plate from Jasmine and scurried into the kitchen quickly to dispose of the chicken bones. I opened every cabinet until I found a shot glass. I walked over to the punch bowl and found the opened bottle of Don Julio next to it, I poured myself a shot and took it down fast. As the liquor entered my chest, I locked eyes with Erik briefly and poured myself another shot. “Hazel! Hazel” a male voice called out, it was Keith. “Slow down baby girl, I see you throwing them back” Keith said with a smile. I shook my head, “I’m good. I’m just—” “Don’t pay any mind to what you heard with that discussion. You know Erik is just playing” Keith said in a comforting tone. “And I know he’s your boy. You know him better than I do, so you know he’s telling the truth. If he was truly my nigga, he wouldn’t say shit like that” I snapped. “Haze, he’s just being a man, he talks about you all the time—” I glared back into the crowd to see Erik’s arm over Kourtney’s shoulder. “All the time huh? You see where he’s at, and it’s not over here” I stated before walking away.
I ventured out to the patio and decided to get some fresh air. I knew that my anger and liquor wouldn’t be a good combination, but it was best for me to get away from everyone. Keith’s half ass attempt to save Erik’s ass was unnecessary, Keith was lying through his teeth and he knew it. I took a seat on the sectional, fluffed the pillow that rested on my back, and turned on the makeshift firepit to calm my nerves, to give an ambiance to the stars in the sky. I’ve been having second thoughts lately about moving in, and I’m considering going home for the night to cool off. Keeping the apartment was the best decision I could’ve made, despite giving Jasmine the satisfaction that she was right. Lately, Erik has been more blunt than ever and he’s such an asshole when he drinks.
Seeing everyone through the sliding glass doors, everyone was having a good time, except me. Sadly, I’m glad that everyone doesn’t know that Erik and I are together, and for the ones that do, I feel utterly embarrassed. I’m embarrassed period. I never thought that I’d have Jasmine’s biggest worry confirmed in this way. I’m too drunk to drive back to the apartment, and I refuse to let anyone here take me home. My best bet would be to take an Uber or Lyft to get me to my destination.
I picked my phone up from the table and began scrolling through a few apps. I twirled my curly hair around my fingers just browsing, doing my best to not look at the screen door. My mind was honestly going crazy over the fact that I had been gone for 10 minutes and Erik hasn’t bothered to check on me. Sighing, I stretched and let out a yawn to see a familiar face taking a seat across from me. “Hazel, party of one” he said. I rolled my eyes in utter disgust. “What are you doing out here Adonis?” I questioned. “I came to get some fresh air, what do you mean?” he questioned. “Adonis please go. I came out here to be alone. Besides, you look just like the nigga who pissed me off. Go back inside before you get cussed out.” I warned. Adonis chuckled. “I’m not him, and I’m not moving. I genuinely came out here to check on you” Adonis admitted. “What?” I questioned in disbelief. “Erik been on some other shit lately, and I told him about his mouth. I came out here to apologize on his behalf, I don’t condone any of what he said. Hazel to tell you the truth, I was embarrassed for you. I’m not anything like my brother and I promise you, I won’t treat Jasmine like that and you don’t deserve that.” Adonis stated.
I sighed, “Yeah, thanks” I said simply. Adonis got up and took a seat next to me. “I just apologized to you about my clown ass brother and that’s all you gotta say is ‘okay thanks’?” Adonis chuckled. I looked down at my phone, “What do you want me to say?” I questioned. “I don’t know” Adonis smiled. “I’m just glad that you haven’t cussed me out yet” he admitted. “Adonis…” my voice trailed off, “I’m not in the mood to play right now, let alone talk” I said feeling myself getting emotional. The more I sat in Adonis’ presence, the more emotional I got thinking about Erik, the liquor was also a bad combination. “It’s more than just the embarrassment of tonight Adonis. I’m sorry, but I’m not in the best condition to talk about Erik, let alone look at you right now” I spoke in utter honesty. The disappointment in Adonis’ face was evident. “I’ll just have to accept that.” He stated as he moved away from me. “Just remember that, you’re the prize, the catch, one in a million” he said before leaving. The look in Adonis’ eyes showed deep regret, and a bit of mystery. I knew that he wanted to stay, but it was in my best interest that I be alone. I honestly don’t know if I could forgive Erik after tonight.
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Act 1: While We’re Young
Chapter 5
Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC
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Tuesday
January 10th 2005
Last night was the only night I'm allowing myself to cry over him and his 'return'. What good would it do me? No, I was gonna take Erik and whatever he had to throw at me by storm.
Waking up the next day, I feel refreshed. Like a brand new person with a more positive mindset. Today I had 3 classes and I'm determined to have a good Erik free day.
That whole Erik free thing went out the window as soon as I got to my first class.
Double O Computer Programming 1 was a junior class, however I'd taken it during the summer during my first year at UC Berkeley. DOCP 2 wouldn't be available until next semester but I needed to have a class since this was my first year on the actual campus. Thankfully Miss Hill really needed a T.A and the fact that I could help with an algorithm that tied into thermal nuclear astrophysics had her sold.
Right after I finished taking attendance, she barely got a word out before the door swung open revealing Erik as our late comer. I quickly glanced at the sheet in front of me, scanning for his name. I was so use to calling him N’dajaka when we were kids, I completely skipped over ‘Erik Stevens’. I huffed rolling my eyes, arms crossed over my chest. His timbs were the only thing heard shuffling across the room making hid way toward the front of the class. Wordlessly he handed Miss Hill before his eyes were on me. They scanned me from top to bottom, before locking with me a smug grin on his lips.
"Hey Lona," my jaw dropped.
Before I could get out a word, Miss Hill opened her mouth, looking up from the paper he handed her.
"Welcome Erik, sorry for the confusion."
"It's all good," he shrugged.
"Im Miss Hill, and I see you already know my aid. As I explained to the class prior to taking attendance, If I'm unavailable feel free to email or call her during the hours listed on the sheet." She is then took a sheet from me and handed him to me. "Other than that, find a seat."
He nodded pretending look over the sheet before averting his gaze back on me.
"I'm definitely gon do that."
Fuck my life right?
Well, Erik just so happened to be in the Calculus class I skipped two days ago. I thank God my record was squeaky clean and Mr. Kennedy accepted my poor excuse before I was quickly reminded the man upstairs has a sense of humor as the only available seat was next to Erik.
"The person next to you will be your partner for the remainder of the semester so let's take the next 15 minutes getting know one another hmm?." Mr. Kennedy instructed.
I couldn't suppress the groan that slipped as Erik casually leaned back in his chair, examining me.
"You heard the man, get to know me."
"I know all I need this know about you Erik."
"Oh so I'm Erik now? Like that?" He spoke cool, calm, and collected like our exchanged was normal.
I gripped my pencils tight, my knee bouncing up and down my body tense.
"Let me set things straight now. We don't need to talk to one another. If it doesn't have anything to do with any of the classes we take together, don't want to hear it. When you see me act like you don't know me. We clear?"
The expression on his face was unreadable before his lip twitched slight him responding.
"Crystal."
Wednesday
January 24th, 2005
It had been two weeks since Erik showed up here.
Ok that's a lie.
Apparently this man has been here. And to top it off, this mans name was in every bitch mouth like the second coming of Jesus Christ. From what I've observed though, he doesn't say much, or gives any of these broads much attention. He don't say much in general actually, he's really good at blending in. He got that laid back, mysterious, bad boy vibe going for him and these females out here hella into that.
But when he opens his mouth, that cocky bastard sure knows how to disrupt my entire soul at least while we're in class.
Outside of class though, he acts like I'm invisible.
It was like he never knew me. And honestly, I don't know how to feel about it. I know that's what I said I wanted but it bothers me just the same.
Today in particular though, he argued me down during our Calculus class. We had one problem to figure out before we could leave class today. You and your partner were supposed agree on the answer, and heaven forbid he just agree with me so we can get out of here. Math was always my subject when we were kids, nothing has changed. I was damn near about to say fuck it when he started laughing.
What in the entire fuck it so funny?" I was fuming.
"You," he shook his head. "You really hella mad."
"Um, YES!" I damn near shouted fed up. "You literally been tryna convince me it's 5 when it's-"
"Chill. I know the answer is 3 girl. C'mon, let's go." So smoothly he closed the book, grabbed his bag and headed to the front.
I was so upset, I had to let him do all the talking when it came to explain to the teacher I'll answer and how we got there. I know I open my mouth I wasn't going to say anything nice.
"Girl what crawled up your ass and died?" Donise questioned with a stank look as we sat at one of the benches outside of the library.
"Yeah What did Erik do now," I could hear teasing in Tatiana's tone so I flipped her off.
Only giving a brief explanation, I went on a mini rant about what happened in class 20 minutes ago. Donise's thought it was funny, while Tati just shook her head.
"I still can't believe it him," Tatianna glanced as a group of guys from across the quad headed our way, Erik included.
"Yes, and I wish it wasn't."
Tatianna was the first real friend I made in a while. I was actually tutoring her online for a while before she found out I was 4 years younger than her. Our friendship started off as a trade. I was her tutor and she both convinced and enrolled in a mentor program to help me with my social skills. I didn't speak to anyone much when Erik left, but I got into a lot of fights. According to the school counselor I was taking out my anger and abandonment issues on.I have meds to tame the anger, and while I haven't had to take them in a while Eric definitely bring that anger out of me.
"Girl that's just sexual tension. You got to fuck all that out." Ashley put in her unwanted two cents.
"Trust me when I tell you on God it isn't."
"Well if you out to holla, then trust and believe I will." She tossed her hair over her shoulder
I didn't really mess with Ashley like that, but she was Tati's frat sister which made them 'friends'. That little thot pocket will screw anything with legs, D, and a pulse and I'm not bout that life. Plus she messy as fuck and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.
"I don't doubt it," I smirked as Donise said exactly what I was thinking.
Donise was coo' though, I meet her when I first got here 2 months ago. Believe It or not she was apart of the welcome comity for MIT and turned out her and Tatiana were already friends. Once she figured out who I was, I was shot to the front line during registration and everything.
"Anyways, y'all going Ant and them party tomorrow?" Ashley questioned probably tryna bum a ride.
"What party?"
"The Que's," Donise answered. "The dudes with Erik are frat."
Now this was news to me. I met most of them before but I had no idea there were in a sorority. Examining them, I guess it all made sense. Most in the clique sported some sort of purple and yellow lanyard either around their neck or on their keychain that hung from their jean pocket as if they wanted everybody to know who they were. Which I wouldn't doubt.
"Ladies! What we chattin about?" Moses questions every bit of his thick English accent tapering off every word.
"Our plans for mañana," Tati answered l
"Word. Y'all coming to the party tomorrow?" Jay spoke playing with a few strands of Donise's curls.
"Tomorrow? It's Thursday." I said confused. "Ain't there class the next day?"
"What's the matter, you can't hang?" I glared at Jay, knowing he was only chastising me because him and Erik were close, according to Tati.
I swear to God men gossip more than women do. Rolling my eyes I spared Erik a glance and he looked like he was waiting on me to respond.
"Oh, I can definitely hang."
I couldn't hang.
Around midnight I was in the bathroom throwing up everything, damn near hug in the toilet as my surrounding looks so blurry and I can barely function. Im not sure when I'd finally finished, but I could feel someone picks me up and out the bathroom and soon everything goes blurry and then black.
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Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 8
[Erik Killmonger x Black!OC]
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It’s the night before the vacation, and Kimara is still ripping around the house trying to figure out how to fit as many outfits into her bags as possible.
Erik sits on the bed scrolling through his phone. “It’s only five days, Mara. You already overdoing it.”
Kimara comes back with a couple of neon colored swimsuits in her hands. “I just have to have variety for the ‘gram. That means a different look a day, maybe even a couple different looks a day.”
Kimara got to her knees, stuffing a bag and closing it. The zipper traveled laboriously around the lip of the luggage, sticking at a thicker point. Kimara sat down on the bag to help it along a the zipper groaned close.
She takes a large exhale before saying, “Damn! I didn’t put my sandals in there!”
Erik scoffs as he gets up to use the bathroom. “You can just wear them to the airport or put it in your carry on.”
“No my carry on is filled with my hair and skin products, plus some towels cuz I don’t trust their towels, you know that.”
As Erik relieves himself, Kimara gets quiet, getting up and looking at herself in the mirror. Her fresh golden brown goddess locs flow over her breasts and down her back as she spins around checking her body’s profile.
The toilet in the other room flushes as Erik comes back, drying his hands on his pants. “Whatchu doin?”
“Well...I’m thinking this may be the last vacation I take as someone without kids. After this break, We finally take some major moves to go into getting pregnant.”
Kimara puffs out her cheeks holding her stomach as her vision goes blurry. The tears beat her before she could stop them, racing down her face to the finish line at her jaw.
Erik pulls her into him, rubbing her back gently. “It’s gonna be so good, because you’re good. We deserve a break and we deserve a family.”
Kimara holds her arms around him tighter, tears manifesting even more but out of his loving words. She never thought that after telling him she had her abortion that he would have anything kind to say to her. But it’s almost like it unlocked a much needed door that opened him up to fulling standing by her and her needs.
“We do deserve it. It’s been so hard, but I know we can do it,” Kimara sniffles. Erik kisses her forehead, wiping some stray tears from her face.
“Now, I don’t know about what you got left to pack but long as you have your passport, I think you have enough stuff. Go on and wash you ass off and get some sleep. The flight early as a motherfucker.”
Kimara agrees, going over to her vanity to tie up her hair. Erik grabs his phone and bounds down the stairs. He takes out a bottle of water, cracking it open and hooting after the cool liquid freezes the inside of his chest.
Hearing the shower turn on upstairs, Erik sits at the dining room table and dials T’Challa. The phone rings and rings.
“How are you, N’Jadaka?” T’Challa greets him warmly.
“I’m good, pretty good. Y’all excited for this trip though?”
“Ah, Iman is very excited. She has been looking forward to it ever since my invitation.”
“Good! You making sure she stay looking cute for you? Got her some nice pieces to impress?”
T’Challa answers slowly. “I...am glad you brought this up. We are no longer considered a couple. This will be a friendly trip for us at best, but we are not linked romantically.”
Erik expresses genuine shock, mouth agape over the phone. “Damn man, what happened?! Mara made it seem like y’all were a good look at that one dinner thing y’all came for. Shit, the fact you bagged her the first night told me you musta really been feeling her. What, she didn’t like your Jesus slides?”
“Aye!” T’Challa scolds him like a grandfather who can’t catch nobody for a whoopin but they know not to try him anyway. “My footwear has nothing to do with it. We are simply not compatible, but it was amicable.”
Erik shrugs. “Well whatever it is, I guess it’s for the best. I don’t get why somebody would pass on a literal King but listen, I will take you clothes shopping with me and we can make you over so you’re pulling females right and left!”
“Enough, I won’t beg for attention,” T’Challa says.
“Fair enough, aight. What about you then? Does it make it kind of awkward to go now your girl ain’t your girl?”
“No. It has been a while since I visited an island for pleasure, so it will be a nice change of pace. How about yourself and Kimara?”
Erik gets quiet, twisting a stray piece of string from his sweatpants that will guarantee making a hole if he snatches it.
“Well we good. Mara is excited and I am too cuz I need a break from the whites over at Boeing and this city air. But I did wanna talk about something she said to me that made me kinda take a step back, you know. Not like I’m stepping away but like it pushed me back like WOW.”
“Say it simply and clearly, N’Jadaka,” T’Challa says. Erik sometimes rambles when he has something big to say and T’Challa never fails to be impatient about it.
“Right, right. Aight. So, we having our time together, just hanging out and stuff when she turns to me and tells me something I did not expect. Like, I don’t know how she could keep that from me for so long considering all we been through.”
“What was it about?”
“Basically, she comes to me and says that way back, before we were officially a thing and before OUR shit together….Mara had an abortion. The baby was mine too.”
T’Challa sits on the phone quietly. He assumes this is the best method of digesting the information he already knew when he first met Kimara. She poured her heart out to him in the midst of Erik’s recovery and rehabilitation. But Erik couldn’t hear that and take it well.
“You still there, Challa?” Erik asks after a while.
“Yes, it is just a lot to hear.”
Erik throws a hand up. “Fuck yeah it is! Like...all this time we been trying for a kid. She didn’t think that should be brought up? I wonder if the doctors even know. That might be the problem we having in all this! Maybe her shit got botched or something.”
“I am sure the doctors would have noticed something wrong with her during routine examination if that were true. Non-surgical abortions are an option.”
Erik scratches his head. “Sure, yeah. But...why didn’t she say this YEARS ago! I been fucking with her for a decade, and she doesn’t trust me to know this? I’m still here!”
“You were different then Erik. So angry and feeling betrayed, she assumed you would think she betrayed you too.”
Erik thinks back to when Kimara met him in Wakanda, how tired she looked. But his reasons for being there were all about himself and Kimara wasn’t ready for that responsibility, that’s when she left him there. That was the best thing she could’ve done for him because he worked that whole year trying to get right for her again. And she was there in that studio she loves, waiting for him like always.
“I would have a ten year old right now. Almost middle schooler right now!” Erik exclaims, thinking about a little Mara/Erik hybrid running around and causing havoc.
“You can still have that. Just be honest with each other and what you are feeling,” T’Challa instructs.
“Yeah, I been doing that. I can tell Mara been walking around like a puppy caught chewing a shoe since she told me. But I won’t let her see me upset, I need her to know I am there. That’s what made all this happen in the first place right? I wasn’t there, so...Imma be there.”
T’Challa wants to say more but fears overstepping the bounds of Erik and Kimara’s relationship. “Tell her you are upset about it.”
Erik hears the shower upstairs turn off. “Nah, I’m good. Her feelings are all I’m worried about. I can’t risk her turning from me again man. But thanks Challa, you always got a good er for listening, so I’ll talk to you later man.”
Erik hangs up to go back upstairs, feeling lighter having had a talk with someone he trusts. Kimara is already laid up with the covers under her chin, fake sleeping. Erik takes off his pants, rolling into bed with nothing between his skin and the sheets. Mara is wrapped up in one of hs tshirts and turns her back to him to allow her little spoon to fit his big spoon.
“Why are you acting like you cold?” Erik asks. Kimara is usually in the buff like him when they sleep.
“Because I am. You got the air on too damn chilly,” Kimara’s teeth chatter as she settles in to him, his body heat eventually making up for the lack of heat outside their blanket cocoon. Erik kisses her behind her ear, thinking about tomorrow’s trip with a little dread.
--
Kimara, Erik, Iman, and T’Challa all make their way off of the plane as they arrive at the beautiful resort in Turks and Caicos.
“Look at all the amazing views! That water, ugh!” Kimara excitedly rolls her luggage over to a window that oversees the resort’s amenities. An infinity pool, hot tubs, massage areas, sauna, a bar that catches Kimara’s eye for having real coconuts to drink from.
“Erik, look! That canopy I think has the couple massage shit. I reserved it for us on Thursday at 10am.”
“Ok, princess. That sounds good,” Erik says with not nearly as much excitement.
Iman stands next to Kimara, eyes widening. “Ooh child, yes! Imma look good for these champagne papis looking for a sugar baby to spoil. Can we please get our room so I can change out of these airport struggle clothes?!”
“I hear you on that,” Erik says, leading the group to the reception desk. Kimara hangs back with T’Challa who has been awfully quiet.
“Are you and Iman…” Kimara whispers.
“No longer a couple,” T’Challa finishes. “It’s not something to worry about, we are friends.”
“Oh ok, cool. Cuz when she started talking about finding a sugar daddy I was like whaaa?”
T’Challa shrugs. “She is free to do as she wants, as am I.” T’Challa offers Kimara a soft smirk to confirm his contentment.
Kimara gives his arms a squeeze. “Ohh, T. You got your pick of the litter around here. You the damn ultimate sugar daddy! I just don’t understand the girl!”
“Most people don’t recognize fortune at their feet when their nose is in the air.” Kimara lets out a small ooh enjoying the lowkey burn T’Challa just sent Iman’s way with her being none the wiser.
Erik and Kimara split down a hall to the left as T’Challa and Iman split down a hall to the right. The hall is decorated with hanging plants and wicker framed artwork, giving off heavy gentrified bohemian vibes.
As Erik opens the door to the room, Kimara bursts in and rockets herself into the bedroom. Erik rolls his and her luggage in.
“Damn, this place looks nice as hell baby!” Kimara calls out from the room.
“It should be for what it cost.” Erik looks out at the beach below watching some middle age white folk laying like lobsters out in the sun. Middle aged white folk running along the shore. Elderly white folk sitting in the ocean.
“There sure is a lotta fuckin white folk here,” Erik says, walking around the room to check out the bathroom and kitchen area. The fridge has fresh strawberries and grapes, a sack of bagels, orange juice and a case of bottled water. On the counter next to it is a menu for room service and a schedule for group meals during their stay. Erik takes it into the bedroom with him to alert Kimara.
“You tryna catch dinner happening tonight? Supposed to be a barbecue thing.”
Kimara groans, head face down in the pillow, locs sprawled all around. “I can’t even think about eating when my body just wants to do nothing. I’m tired.”
“You sure? I know your ass finna get real hungry later. You ain’t had nothing but them pretzels on the flight,” Eric warns.
“I can’t get up! And I won’t until I knock out, Erik please let me sleep.”
Erik tuts at her. “Ok, princess. But I ain’t paying this high ass room service cuz you slept thru dinner.”
Kimara wiggles around, fighting her hair to get a good look at him. “Stop acting broke, Erik. It’s not a good look. And you know I’m grown right? I can do what I want? Right? Ok, glad we up to speed.”
Erik rolls his eyes as Kimara plops her head back down, shimmying under the covers like a prairie dog.
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Kimara rolled over to one side, feeling the grip of sleep starting to loosen its hold. Kimara stretched from her fingertips to her toes, seizing up in the bliss of her fully relaxed muscles. She sits up, pulling her locs back as her eyes adjust to the dark room.
“Where the fuck- OH!” Kimara puts a hand to her heart, forgetting that she was not home and still on vacation.
She gets out of be and checks the time on her phone is 11:14 pm and a waiting text from Erik.
“Did I really sleep for 8 hours?” Kimara asks herself, wiping her eyes as she looks around the room, finding a lamp to turn on. She sits on the couch feeling her stomach grumble.
“Goddamn I am hungry,” She says, picking up the pamphlet Erik was looking at for room service. But it ended at 10:30.
“That is bullshit.” Kimara sits back pouting, wondering what she was going to do for food. She checks her phone again, almost forgetting Erik texted.
BBQ in fridge, it reads. Timestamp says 7:13pm.
Kimara bolts for the fridge to find a tinfoil wrapped plate sitting on the shelf just for her. She does a little dance to open it up, finding pork ribs, chicken, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, green beans and a roll. She takes a bite of the bread first, shimmying her shoulders with glee that it is a King’s Hawaiian.
She pops the plate into the microwave, hopping on her tiptoes in anticipation for some chowdown goodness. Once the microwave beeps, the room door opens.
“Sleeping Beauty finally awake?” Erik asks, his breathing is a little labored.
Kimara picks up her plate and brings it to the kitchen bar, climbing up on a stool. “Mh-mm, not until you come over her after leaving me all day on vacation.”
“Girl please,” Erik says walking over to plant a kiss on Kimara’s lips.
“Oof, you are sweaty! What you been doing tonight?”
Erik’s tank top draped over his shoulder, Kimara stares at the glistening of his scarred skin as he gets a bottle of water.
“Me and T and his girl been downstairs hanging out, mostly me and T though. How’s your barbecue?”
Kimara shrugs. “It’s ok. The sauce could be better but long as the meat ain’t pink I’ll call it a blessing. Hand me that salt shaker by the stove.”
Erik does so, standing on the other side of the bar to wipe his face and neck with his shirt.
“And I am so surprised they are even on this trip together still,” Kimara says while shaking some salt over her beans and corn.”
“Who?” Erik asks.
“T’Challa and Iman! You know what, I forgot to mention. I spoke to T’Challa at check in and he said they broke things off.”
Erik points in the air, remembering, “You right yeah he mentioned that.”
“Oh, he told you today while y’all were hanging? Did Iman say anything?”
Erik shakes his head. “Nah, he told me the day before.”
Kimara cocks her head to the side thinking. “The other day? Like yesterday?”
“Yeah, I called him when we were packing.”
“But I didn’t hear you talk on the phone. We were together that whole time,” Kimara says, pausing her meal to think about it.
Erik shrugs. “You were in the shower.”
Kimara wants to fold her arms but her bbq sauced hands prevent her. “Hand me a paper towel.”
Erik does so. “Is something wrong with me taking a call with my cousin?”
Kimara scoffs while cleaning her fingers. “Not at all. What did you all talk about?”
“The trip. Just how excited we were and then he brought up they aren’t a thing no more.”
“Really? Huh. I think that’s weird Erik.”
“What’s weird about it?” Erik counters, looking sternly at Kimara.
“You didn’t tell me you called him and you almost always tell me when you’ve seen him or heard from him when I ask you about the day.”
“Almost, you said. SO this one time I didn’t. I don’t think you asked about my day either,” Erik quips.
“Because we were together the whole day, I know how it went cu I was there.”
“Sure.”
They pause in silence for a minute, Kimara staring him down and Erik returning the glare.
“Problem, princess?” he asks.
“You’re hiding something.”
“I talked to my cousin, what else is there to it?!” Erik barks, making Kimara jump on her stool. She gets down, creating some distance.
“All I asked is what you all talked about. And I didn’t even know you had a conversation with him one day before our trip, I think it’s sus.”
“Oh, I’m sneaky? That’s a big accusation.”
Kimara felt something twist in her chest. “What does that mean Erik?”
Erik walks into the bedroom as Kimara follows. He turns into the bathroom and starts the shower as Kimara sits on the bed waiting. When Erik comes back out, Kimara wastes no time.
“You told him didn’t you,” Kimara says quietly. She doesn’t look at Erik, hoping she is wrong and overreacting and waiting for him to say so, but he sits down instead.
“I told him what you told me.”
Kimara exhales deeply, holding her face in her hands. Erik takes her into his chest, comforting her.
“You didn’t have to tell him. Why would you tell him?”
“Like I said. He’s my cousin. Family oughta know and he knows a lot more worse shit about me than this.”
Kimara looks at Erik, holding his face in her hands. “I’m sorry you had more shit to tell him. How did he react?”
Erik shrugs. “Kinda just neutral. It was so long ago, I wasn’t acting upset so I think he knew he didn’t have to be.”
Kimara feels a small victory in that. She still feels like she should confront T’Challa about it, just to make sure they are on the same page.
“I’m glad you weren’t too upset then. You don’t have to tiptoe around me, just tell me what’s real. We gotta be honest about what’s going on.”
Erik gives a small smirk. “He said something like that too.”
Kimara hugs Erik, taking this battle as a win. “You can take a shower now.”
Erik chuckles. “Yeah me and T had a volleyball match downstairs that got hella intense.”
Kimara gets up, putting on her shoes. “Well I think I should take a walk along the beach some.”
“Yeah, you got energy now from that long ass nap of yours. Be careful though. Call me if you need something.”
When Kimara makes it to the bottom floor, the automatic doors leading outside create a gust of air that whips Kimara’s sundress almost too high for public decency. As she steps out on the sand, she looks around the dimly lit beach area. Along the sand there were vendors and seating but into the ocean the sky was so dark and the ocean almost looked like oil. The moon wasn’t shining so bright, so she could barely catch any blips of light against the waves.
“Kimara!”
She turns to see Iman bounding towards her. She has a generous F cup size, barely being held by her neon yellow bikini top, making her noticeable even in the night.
“What’s going on? You just woke up?”
“Yeah, too bad I didn’t set an alarm. Heard you guys had fun.”
Iman smiles. “Hell yeah we did. T and Erik had their guy time, being macho all on the volleyball court. Busted two damn balls cuz they throwing their hands so damn hard.”
Kimara laughs. “Erik refuses to let T’Challa win in anything so that’s accurate.”
“Right! Hey look, so project Sugar Daddy is underway. I got a bunch of drinks off this old man that kept a tab open. I think he forgot because he’s old but that’s besides the point. But he offered to play yahtzee or mancala or something tomorrow with some of his buddies. That should be lit!”
Kimara throws her hands to the sky. “I mean what else is there to do. Make sure his tab is open.”
“Only way to play!”
Kimara looks around Iman. “T’Challa is down here, right?”
“Uh huh, cooling off over there even though he barely broke a sweat. He act kinda like a mutant sometimes. Too cool and too strong.”
“Is that why you couldn’t stand to be with him?” Kimara asks.
“A little, yeah, and that tooth necklace he always wear is weird. He wasn’t giving me a lot of himself so I figure good dick is everywhere. I’ll pass.”
Kimara shrugs and dismisses herself to go talk to T’Challa. He is laid out with his hands behind his head, looking rather peaceful.
Kimara comes up to him and smacks his perfectly toned stomach. T’Challa peeks open one eye knowingly.
“Kimara,” he says in a monotone.
“Don’t gossip with Erik, ok?”
T’Challa sits up. “In what way?”
“I mean in the only way. Speaking behind my back. Talking about personal things without the other person’s input.”
“If this is about your shame-”
“HA! Shame? You keep calling it a shame, I am not ashamed anymore! He knows and he is fine. We are fine!”
T’Challa blinks unperturbed. “Then what is the problem?”
“Just!” Kimara sits by his legs to form her thoughts. “Erik didn’t know about that, you did. He hasn’t known for years and just found out. If he knew you knew, wouldn’t that be a problem?”
“No.”
“Exactly, so-- Wait, no?”
“No, it wouldn’t be a problem. Because if he blames you, he is completely missing the situation he put you in. It would be selfish of him to hold that against you.”
“Uh huh…”
“But for you to not say anything at first was for his benefit when he was emotionally and mentally bruised by his background. However since he has recovered and continues to, holding that back then turns into a betrayal to him because it looks as though you don’t trust him or yourself.”
Kimara stands up. “The fuck? Why wouldn’t I trust him?!”
T’Challa shrugs.
“No you got so much to say, say what that means!”
“All I know is I have no secrets between you and I or he and I. Why there is miscommunication between you two is something for you both to find out. And I suggest you do before becoming with child.”
“Fuck you T’Challa. Honestly. Don’t come at me like this. I said keep your mouth shut about me around Erik, period. So do that. I don’t know why you came on this trip anyway. It was a couples trip and you brought a random bitch out here like that’s ok.”
“It didn’t cost me much,” T’Challa says, sinking back in his chair with his hands behind his head.
Kimara walks along the beach fuming. T’Challa was so blunt with her, he hadn’t acted like that with her in a long time. T’Challa acts like he is so perfect, but he isn’t. Kimara sighs heavily with the prospect of being here four more days but T’Challa will not be with Erik for as much of the trip as possible as far as she is concerned.
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Sarcastic-Sunshine’s Master list
A/N: I can’t believe I have somehow created multiple stories on here. Its truly amazing, and I can’t wait to share more with you. In the meantime please enjoy everything here ❤❤
All my stories have Black Female OCs.
ABIONA AU with @writingmarvellousimagines (In Progress)
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Letters for my Love ( In Progress)
Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9
You Do Series (Complete)
You Do I On My Mind
Struggles - With Love, From Wakanda Fic Fest (One Shot)
Just For This Moment (Complete)
Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3
Erik “Killmonger” Stevens
She’s Mine Part 1 Part 2 - Quarantine Writing Challenge
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FORGIVE ME GUYS PLEASE! PLEASE!🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇😫
Okay. So imma need y'all to forgive me for this but truth be told I can't slide into all of your DMs and Ask boxes one by one to send you all this ask/prompt so I decided to forgo it and just ask you all this one time and just tag you all so please read this.
So here's a prompt. The Boondocks in Wakanda. Think about it.
Remember when I wrote that piece about how black fanfiction fucking matters?
Well I've decided to send out prompts to all the black fanfiction writers, and non black writers I DO KNOW but i'm not going to slide into all your Ask boxes one by one. Too tedious.
What I wanted to ask you all is if you'd please write me a black!oc and or black!readerinsert who is a part of the Boondock's Freeman family.
Like she's the youngest one and both Huey and Riley are her older brothers and Robert J Freeman is her grandaddy.
Yo people. Can ya'll just take a minute to gush over the idea of Erik N'jadaka Stevens (AKA Killmonger) x BlackFreemensister!Oc?😍😍😍😍😍😍
Can ya'll just take a minute to imagine Erik having both Huey and Riley as brothers in law? And Grandad as his what? Grandaddy in law?!?!
Imagine these niggas as not only Erik's in-laws but his main cock blockers stopimg him constantly from piping the cute thicc freemen girl.
And ya'll know that grandad did not approve of Erik Stevens when he first met that nigga. Y'all know that he didn't want that fuck boy nigga anywhere near his precious little grandbaby girl corrupting her and shit. (because Robert obviously shows real affection when it comes to his grandbaby girl. She's his little angel) and Grandad has been around long enough to recognise a fuck boy when he sees one. 😏😏😏😏
Riley and Huey too. Safe to say. They were there to protect their precious little sister and keep her away from Erik ‘Dick me down’ Stevens, as he was more commonly known as by the black female population 😏😏😏 (I got this from @Oshaia). What can I say. Nigga's got a reputation fuckin and ditching ladies.
Take a moment and imagine Huey finding out about Wakanda. Take a moment and imagine Grandad and hypocritical ass acting like he always approved of Erik with his precious Grandbaby when he finds out that Erik is part of African royalty. (I'm already getting ‘Coming to america’ vibes just my thinking of that scenerio.)
I imagine Riley and his oh so very extra ass thinking that his royalty now because Erik is married to his sister so he's acting like he's royalty too. He's gonna get himself some vibranium Grills that's for sure.
And Freemen'sSister!Oc isn't nothing yo. She's a tough cookie. Spending most of her life going on crazy adventures in Woodrest and doin crazy shit with the rest of the freemen clan this girl is not helpless.
I imagine her as sweet though. So sweet that she's he only person in the world that even Stinkmeaner can act civil towards her. (Because since season four Stinkmeaner's here to stay. Or at least his clone is…)
So guys. Can you all please write this for me? Please? It doesn't really matter if all of you write for this prompt. It would be more fun that way! More veriaty and I can read more of all of y'all's individual takes on this scinerio.
I need all my black writers, and even me non-black writers on this prompt. What do ya'll think?
Would you like to write this? Would you like to read this?
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The Maze
Thomas x Taylor
Warning: death, violence, cursing, spoilers (if u have not seen the movie dont read this)
Specifics: angst, fluff, romance, comedy, gifs, pics, aesthetics, oc, oc story, plus size, 600 followers competition
People: too many to put down srry
Words: 15,987 (omg this is the longest thing ive ever written in my life)
Requested: By @fyeahtaylorp (cannot tag) Ok so My OC’s name is Taylor she’s 5,5, plus size, blonde hair, blue eyes, and she’s sassy and confident most of the time. I was thinking maybe rebel Wilson as the actress she resembles. I want her to be with Thomas from the maze runner. I was thinking that they meet in the maze and she’s been there longer than him and they start as friends but when they escape the maze they grow closer especially after she’s taken away from the group when they get to wicked. Maybe she’s scared Thomas is into Teresa or Brenda but he’s is in love with her and she finds that out when he thinks something has happened to her and idk how to end it 😅😂
Authors Note: FINALLY IM ABOUT TO POST THIS AGHGHGHGHGH i am so srry this took so long ive been stressed lately and dealing with some personal issues but omg im so happy how this came out! i hope u guys like it as well and also its super long lol im srry. couple of things, i did not re read this cuz its too much so if there r mistakes then u know im not surprised. also i made my mind that i am not doing this every 100 more followers i get instead its every 300 more followers i get so next time i do a oc competition story will be when i reach 900 followers or if i lol thank u guys for the follow and i am totally getting back to writing i have a lot of things coming up that im excited for yay! hope u enjoy and thank u for requesting!
previous oc story for my 500 followers: Erik Killmonger x oc Calantha Morrison
“Stephen, Stephen...I need you. I’m scared.”
With a fright she woke up. Not understanding if her thoughts in her head while she slept were a dream or a reality. Everything she had just played in her mind was like a memory, it was as if Taylor lived through them.
She saw the sun beginning to rise, this was a sign to show her it was the start of the day. Her life seemed to be endless, it seemed to have no meaning. Everyday was unknown, unknown of where she came from or anything before the maze. She was stuck with many, many other young boys around her age, and some younger. It was unfair she felt to her and to the others.
“Where did I come from?” Taylor would ask herself from time to time, really pondering on that question.
As Taylor got up to start the day she got dressed in her ripped jeans and her long sleeve shirt, wearing her boots with it. “Time to begin the day.” She breathed out into the cool air but then she felt her most prized possession. Without even realizing she lifted her hand to touch her necklace. When she first arrived at the maze she was left with the necklace. It must mean something, but if only she knew what it meant, or who gave it to her? What did it signify?
“Hey Newt, hope you slept well,” Taylor smiled as she met with Newt for breakfast her stomach rumbling at the smell of Frypan’s food.
Newt chuckled, patting her arm as the walked to the others, “someone sounds hungry-
Taylor playfully hit his arm, “what’s that supposed to mean?
Newts face went pale as he thought that he had hurt Taylor’s feelings, “oh my, I’m sorry Tay.” She just laughed, “you’re fine Newt. But a girl’s gotta eat!”
Newt laughed at her statement and flung his arm over her shoulders, patting her soft arm in the process. They both walk to the breakfast area. Taylor sniffs the air and motions her way to the food.
Taylor wiped her mouth as she stood up, enjoying her breakfast especially since she spent it with her friends. It was tough being the only girl in the Glade. Nobody there understood her, they tried to but it was difficult. It was just biology, she was a female and they, they were inexperienced boys.
As Taylor’s boots trudged through the high, green grass she looked at the huge stone cold walls. The maze it what made everything in life seem impossible. Taylor stared at it, maybe if she stared at it long enough it would go away, but sure enough the concrete barriers were still there, almost seeming to laugh at her.
“Hey you okay Tay?” Newt asked, concerned as he placed his hand on her shoulder. A smile growing on his lips.
Taylor nodded and laughed, “yeah I was just thinking thats all. So these tulips, they are very beautiful.” Your hands landed on the flowers of Newt’s garden. The petals were soft and the scent was so pleasing. “Good job Newt, these are gorgeous!”
“Well, you helped me out with them, remember?”
Taylor chuckled, “yeah, I do.” She went to start by getting more suitable dirt for the produce and started taking out any weeds. Then watering them and adding food.
As Taylor was about to replant some items she heard a lot of commotion coming from, “the box...”
Taylor sprinted to the elevator. All the boys were making a commotion. She squeezed through them and saw...him. Her heart started to beat fast as his light brown eyes met hers. Her blue ocean eyes widened when she saw him. She felt like she had met this boy before but she didn’t know where or how. When the boy’s face lands on her he seems to take a pause and as if inspect her. Gally takes him out of the box and they all corner him, not giving the newcomer space.
“Hey guys give him some space!” Taylor shouted at the other boys, pushing them away from the newbie. Just then the newcomer makes a run for it.
“We got a runner!” One of the kid yells.
Taylor mentally slaps herself at how the others treated the new one. As the new boy falls and trips on the grass, Taylor motions to him.
“Hello new one, I’m Taylor.” She stuck out her hand, a smile on her face. “Welcome home.”
Taylor and Newt show the ropes to the new kid, him still not remembering his name which she told him he will later on remember but his past will be always forgotten. She explained how everyone in the Glade has a job. “Alby, our leader, was the first one here, but we all have jobs here. Newt likes to garden.”
“And what do you do?” The boy asked, really interested in Taylor.
Taylor put her hands on her hip all sassy, “well me-”
“Oh no here we go,” Newt laughed, knowing Taylor was about to make a speech of how important and how amazing her job is.
“I’m a map maker. We have our runners who run the maze and every time they finish the maze they come to me! They tell me whats changed and what to add more. Its a team work and yes Newt to me it is one of the most important jobs. Just saying!”
As Taylor said this the runner came out of the Maze before it closed.
With Newt’s permission Taylor shows the boy all the different areas and just a little bit about everything of his new home.
They two sit on a log by the fire with the rest of the kids. Taylor hands the boy a drink to which he thinks taste bad.
“So out there,” the boy points to the maze. “What happens out there?”
Taylor knew what horrible monster crawled those wall but she did not want to scare the new one, “I don’t really know, remember I’m no runner and for good reason. I could never run all that, I’m too slow.”
The boy laughs, “does anyone stay the night in the maze?”
Taylor shakes her head, her golden blonde hair also moving with her, “no, they wouldn’t survive. I don’t think, but any ways this is your first day here. Lets not worry about those things and instead worry about you having some fun tonight.” She saw the boy was not having it and was not wanting to have fun. With a sigh she sat firmly next to him. “Do you see those stars?”
The boy looks to the black sky, “there are millions of stars.”
“Yeah but these are yours.” She grabbed the boy’s hand and lead him to a bright twinkling star. “I can see that you are going to do just fine here. In fact many will trust, respect, and one will truly love you forever. Your time here will be something of learning and teaching to everyone.”
The boy nodded with surprise, “you got that all from that star, or are you just trying to make me feel better?”
“The stars never lie Greenie.” She puts her hand out to him as he takes it. They stand up to talk somewhere more private but as they do Gally throws a guy to the boy.
They both start competing. “Okay Gally thats enough, he’s new here!” Taylor shouts to him over the other boys screaming and cheering. As she thought that the newbie would not win he pushes Gally to the floor. Everyone including Taylor cheers for the boy, but Gally kicks him making the greenie fall on his head.
“My name is Thomas.” The boy stands up screaming with pure joy. “My name is Thomas, its Thomas!”
“Hooray for Thomas,” Taylor exclaims, slapping a hand on Thomas’s shoulder. The crowd goes wild for him.
“Welcome home Thomas,” Alby says as he hand him a drink.
The next day was hectic. One of the runners named Ben was stung by a griever and he attacked Thomas. Taylor heard the commotion and helped Newt hit Ben on the head with a shovel. Then Alby told the boys to lift Ben’s shirt. Seeing the stung made Taylor’s heart ache, she can see the pain and sadness of knowing in Ben’s eyes. She left with tears in her eyes.
Taylor, Chuck and Alby all sat Thomas down to explain what had happened, to explain the nightmares that lay beyond those walls.
She knew what was to happen the next day though. Ben is forced to enter into the maze and left their to die. There is no cure for the stung. Seeing this made Taylor cry, hating the outcome of life.
Later on, Minho who is the lead runner and Alby go in the maze to retrace Ben’s steps.
As Taylor awaited for them she spent the time with Thomas. Her hands were sweaty and she was nervous for them. Thomas made her feel safe and better.
“I’m scared Thomas. I wish Ben’s life would not have ended that way, I hate when this happens.”
Thomas grabbed her hand and reassuringly rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. The action made Taylor blush and feel some sort of attraction to the newbie. “Every things gonna be fine Tay, remember the stars.” He smiled to her as he moved a piece of stray hair behind her ear.
Taylor held onto Thomas’s hand and onto her necklace, just awaiting for the others.
Finally at dusk Taylor and the others wait my the entrance of the maze. The doors have opened but there is no Minho or Alby. Taylor’s heart starts to pound, fast. She is frightened and scared. With her left hand to her lips she quickly searches for Thomas’s hand, her right soft one clasping his calloused hand.
“Why are they taking so long.” She whispered under her breath, clutching onto Thomas hand harder.
“C’mon guys can’t we send someone after them?” Thomas asked, already looking worried.
Gally squatting by the floor says, “that’s against the rules.”
Taylor rolls her eyes and massages her temple.
“Either they make it back or they don’t.”
Newt looks at Taylor and Thomas, “can’t risk loosing anyone else.”
Suddenly, a huge gust of wind blows at the group awaiting. Taylor puts her arm up to shield herself from the particles in the wind.
Then the maze gears start to turn and the maze walls start closing slowly.
“Oh no,” Chuck whispers.
“No please no,” Taylor starts to panic. Seeing the door start to close.
“There,” points Thomas.
In the distance of the maze Minho is carrying Alby, it seems as if he is hurt.
“Oh my god look there right there,” Taylor shouts, feeling happy that she sees them, but they are so far away.
“Wait something is wrong,” Newt points out.
“Oh no,” Taylor says worried.
“C’mon Minho you can do it!” Shouts Chuck.
The rest of the boys start to cheer for Minho, Gally saying for Minho to leave Alby there.
“C’mon Minho, hurry Minho! You can do this!” Taylor screams as loud as she can. Her heart racing every second that goes by.
“They’re not gonna make it,” Newt and Taylor realize.
“They’re too far away,” Taylor cries, tears going down her face.
The maze walls getting close to shutting fully Taylor is at this point gripping Thomas arm so hard.
Minho screams as he tries to drag Alby to the entrance of the maze, going as fast as he can.
“He’s not gonna make it,” Taylor whispers. Every one is screaming, shouting, trying to push Minho to go faster. She looks around to all the scared faces, all the faces that seem to have hope. Taylor looks in front, feeling helpless as she cries more.
Thomas realizes what must be done and without a second thought he runs ahead with only a few inches left until the maze closes.
“NO THOMAS!” Taylor screams in a high pitched scream as she tries to grab Thomas.
Everything else was like a flash before her eyes. Her Thomas was gone.
“NO!!!!”
The door to the maze fully closed and Taylor fell onto the dirt, crying, knowing Thomas, Minho, and Alby were already gone.
“No Thomas, why?” She cried as she wrapped herself in her sweater, wanting to feel his hand once again.
She waited there all night, wrapping herself tighter in her sweater, clutching onto the necklace.
“Taylor, you can’t stay here all night.” Newt said as he sat beside her, looking up the maze.
“Yes I can and I will. Did you see what Thomas did Newt? He risked his life,” she stood up and placed her delicate cold hands on the stone wall. “He is a hero, Newt. He’s probably scared, I just,” she gave a big sigh. “I just want him to be safe. He was one of the good ones, I saw it.”
Newt nodded his head and stayed with Taylor for as long as he could, when it was time to go to sleep he left Taylor with her thoughts. Taylor traced over the names of those who had passed away. Scolding herself for thinking that the name Thomas would be carved there. “C’mon Thomas, you gotta make it. You just gotta.”
When morning came Taylor was the first one waiting there for them. Her feet tapped subconsciously on the dirt floor.
The door of the maze opened up and Taylor, Chuck, Newt and some others were there as well. Taylor held onto Chuck’s hand and he hugged her, trying to reassure here.
“I’m here for you Taylor,” Chuck said.
“Thanks Chuck.” Chuck was like a little brother to Taylor. He was such a happy boy and just so kind it made her feel thankful to know him.
Taylor and Chuck were so hopeful, just wanting to see the others there at the entrance of the maze.
But nobody was there.
“Told you guy,” Newt started. “they’re not coming back.”
Every one was starting to loose faith as they walked away, preceding with their life. Not Taylor though and Chuck. They stood and waited.
Taylor looked down, starting to also loose faith as she didn’t see them coming.
“No way,” said a boy as Taylor lifted her head she saw...
them.
“Yeah!” Cheered Chuck.
“Oh my god, yes! Yes!” She started to squeal. Taylor was overjoyed and so happy to see them.
Thomas and Minho both worked together in saving Alby. They made it through the doors and laid Alby on the floor.
Taylor’s eyes started to become glassy, they were starting to tear up at the sight before her.
“You saw a griever?” Chuck asked, looking at Minho and Thomas.
“Yeah I saw one.” Thomas said, out of breath.
Minho shook his head, “he didn’t just see it, he killed it.”
The whole group looked at Thomas, shocked. Taylor smirked and hugged Thomas, “I knew there was something special about you.”
Thomas chuckled and hugged Taylor back.
They arrive back to the hut where they all sit down and discuss what has changed within the maze.
“This is where the magic happens,” Taylor whispered to Thomas as she gave him a wink. As they walked in there laid the map. It was unlike any other map. It was not made out of paper, no, it was made out of sticks, rocks. It showed where turns were made, how abstract the maze truly was.
“Wow, this is what you guys do?” Thomas asked, mesmerized by how Taylor and her team had built the maze replica.
“Yeah, now you’re a part of it.” Taylor bit her lip, trying to hold in her immense smile knowing now she gets to spend moments with Thomas.
Thomas looks up at Taylor and grins at her, “well first off we went through here.”
Thomas and Minho sat in front of Taylor, telling her every little detail on how the maze has changed. They place the rock that they had written each section of the place and put it in its proper area.
Thomas peers around the room which makes Taylor uncomfortable. The room is dark, dull, it smells of copper, so much that someone could taste it. Taylor was the same way when she peered into the map making room, to her it was a bit scary, but if it was going to save the lives of all these kids, she would sacrifice her nose smell for a little bit.
As Taylor listens to Minho’s route she stares intently at one piece, “hey maybe this is a pattern?”
The group discussed all night, for many hours. Words exchanging, ideas, thoughts, it was a long, long night.
The next day as Taylor is tending to the garden she hears the unusual sound. The creaking of the box.
“Guys! Guys come check this out!” She shouts as she runs to the elevator. The others arrive as well and the person that is shown shocks every one.
“What in the world?” Some ask as they stare at this...
“Its a girl...,” Taylor crawls in the box as she stares at another girl. She’s not just the only girl anymore. A part of her feels happy and glad but another part of her feels, jealous. She did not understand why.
Newt jumps in as well, “yeah you’re right Tay...its another girl.”
They all stare in amazement and curiosity. Why would they be sent another girl?
“Whats in her hand?” Gally asks. Newt takes out the paper in her hand and written on the small piece it says, ‘shes the last one ever’. Taylor’s face looks confused, what could this mean?
“What the hel* does that mean?” Newt looks up at Taylor.
The new girl suddenly wakes up with a gasp, her breathing very hard. As she is struggling to regain her breath she utters only one name, “Thomas...”
The boys and Taylor look at Thomas, expecting him to know why this new girl said his name. He gave a look back of unknowing.
As the three, Taylor, Thomas, and Minho discuss more about the maze in the map room some boys come around to the entrance.
““What are you guys doing? You’re not allowed here,” Taylor tries to shoo them off but they stand their ground. “But its the girl.”
“What is she awake?” Thomas questions.
The two boys look at each other then at Taylor’s group, “yeah well, you can say that.”
As Taylor runs to where the new girl is at Chuck chuckles and points up, “Girls are awesome.”
Taylor shoots him a face of annoyance, “really shank? Now you realize that?” She looks up to see the newbie throwing rocks at the boys down below. “Are you serious?”
The boys have shields and are trying to diffuse the situation.
“We just want to talk,” intervenes Thomas, but still the new girl keeps throwing rocks.
“Let me handle this,” Taylor says as she stand in front of the boys. “Hello there fellow girl. How bout me and you talk? Just us girls only, hmm?”
The girl pauses with the rocks for a moment and that lets Taylor go up.
As she climbs up she sees the girl there, huddled probably scared.
“Hi there,” Taylor greets her with a smile. “Don’t worry none of the boys are coming up.”
“You’re a girl?” The new one asks, looking at Taylor up and down.
Taylor nods, “yeah, I’m the first girl. Its nice to see another one, lets me have closure. Knowing I can relate to you.”
“How come I can’t remember anything?”
“Don’t worry, that happens to us all. I don’t remember anything, my past, memories, they are all gone. All I have is this to remind me that I did have a past.” Taylor pulls up her necklace for the new girl to see it.
“Its beautiful.”
“Thanks, now you might remember your name a few hours from now or the next day.”
“My name is Teresa.”
Taylor is shocked a little. The new girl remember’s her name already. Something was way off about this Greenie. “Well Teresa my name is Taylor, nice to meet you.”
Behind Taylor climbs a Thomas. Teresa quickly pulls out a machete and points it at him.
“Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy alright?”
“Yeah its okay Teresa, he’s one of the good guys,” Taylor smiles at Thomas. Thomas gives a little grin to Taylor at the comment she said.
“So your name is Teresa?” Thomas asks as he settles next to Taylor. Teresa nods while Thomas introduces himself. “Teresa, I’m Thomas. But you already knew that, I guess, huh?”
Teresa still pointing the blade at Thomas looks to Taylor, “they said I kept saying his name in my sleep.” She turns to look at Thomas, “who are you?”
“He doesn’t know either,” Taylor says. “No one here remembers anything. We are just like you.”
Thomas places his hand on Taylor lap, “yeah, shes right. We all woke up in that box just like you. We are all the same. So I’m gonna take this.” Thomas takes the machete out of Teresa’s hand and gives it to Taylor. “Okay.”
Taylor let out the breath she had been holding. Taylor and Thomas stood by with Teresa, to make sure she felt safe. But there were so many questions that needed answering.
Thomas, Minho, Winston, Zart and Frypan enter into the maze. Taylor says her goodbyes to them but as Thomas is about to leave Taylor meets with him.
“I wanted to give you something before you go.” Taylor hands Thomas a sheet of paper, on the paper is drawn a butterfly on a flower. It looks so realistic and it is shaded nicely. “Its a little something so you remember me in there.”
Thomas smiles and brings Taylor into a long, tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you,” he murmurs in her ear.
Taylor does not want to let go. She wants to keep holding onto him forever, “Please be careful out there. Please come back to me.” She cradles his face with her hands giving him a painful goodbye. He lets go and enters in the maze with the rest of the boys.
When they return Gally states that Thomas has jepordized the peaceful relationship between the Gladers and the Grievers.
“Really Gally? Just because they found that device inside one? Maybe that could be a way out!” Taylor tried to reason with him. But it was no use. Gally wanted him punished.
“Wait a second, why don’t we just make Thomas a runner?” Newt suggested patting Taylor’s back knowing she would back him up on this idea.
“That’s a great idea, second-in-command.” She expressed and put more emphasize on second-in-command to show he was high in social level. “Thomas would make a great runner.”
So it was made, Thomas ended up being designated as a runner.
Minho guides Thomas to the maze Taylor built again. Now its more important than ever to really pay attention to the model since the boys found some new clues.
“Three years,” Taylor says as she walks around the table where the model is being displayed. “Three years of exploration and finally now, now that you Thomas are making a difference, we are actually getting somewhere.”
Thomas places his hand on Taylor’s waist making Taylor blush. Minho spots the attraction between them and gives a smirk. He coughs and raises his brow, “...well then, along with what Taylor said the Maze’s numbered sections open and close in a regular sequence, that might be a code.”
Taylor peers at the device and then at the model of the maze. “Yeah, look. The device is numbered to correspond to a certain section within the maze. With this device we may be able to actually escape!”
This was good new to every one. Finally, a chance to escape, finally a chance to see the other world. That hope that Taylor longed for just seemed so out of reach mere seconds ago, yet when she says the plan it seems as if now it is lightly grazing her fingertips. Like she can feel it.
Taylor walks in on Teresa with two syringes. Taylor gave a face of curiosity. She did not know what liquid was in those shots and yet before Taylor could ask, Teresa already stuck it into Alby.
“What did you do to him?” Taylor raised her fists to Teresa but she just put her hands up in defense.
“Its okay Taylor!...Its okay. This is gonna help him.”
Taylor side eyed Teresa, “How do I know you’re not lying, hmm?”
Teresa shrugged, “you’re just gonna have to trust me.”
Taylor angry leaves the hut that Alby is in and goes into the woods to read and draw, trying to block out her. Taylor was not one to feel self-conscious, or jealous but when she saw Teresa she felt those evil things. When she saw Teresa with Thomas the anger boiled more within her. Taylor knew in her head that Teresa and Thomas must have had history together so Taylor knew she did not have a chance, and the thin girl always wins.
That day Thomas and Minho again went into the Maze. When they came back Thomas was oddly happy to see Taylor.
Thomas ran up to her and gave her a big hug.
“Whats this for?” Taylor chuckles, deepening the hug.
“Tay,” Thomas puts his hands on her cheeks, it looks as if he is about to kiss her. “We may have found a way to get out of here, to get out of this maze. Wouldn't you like that?”
Taylor smiles, “I would love that Thomas.” She then laces her fingers with his wanting to show him that she does care and that he does matter. Thomas looks at the two hands together and starts coming in closer to Taylor but then Gally interrupts and starts to have an argument with Thomas. The argument is cut short when Teresa says that Alby’s awake. Feeling relief Taylor makes her way over to his hut to see how he is doing.
“Has he said anything?” Minho asks, worry clearly evident in his voice.
“No,” Teresa answers.
“Alby, Alby you alright?” Newt asks, looking into Alby’s eyes as he rests next to him on his bed.
“Lets not over crowd him guys. I don’t want to scare him or makes him feel uncomfortable.” Taylor says, standing next to Thomas and squatting to get a good eyes level with Alby.
“Hey Alby,” Thomas said as he squats next to Taylor. “We might of just found a way out of the maze. You hear me, we could be gettin out of here.”
Alby then whispers the next two words, tears falling down his face. “We can’t...we can’t leave. They won’t let us.”
“What are you talking about?” Thomas asks, uncertain.
“I remember,” Alby says, making Taylor gasp.
“What do you remember?” Thomas questions Alby.
“You.”
“Thomas, what is he talking about?” Taylor’s eyes searching for an answer as she looks to Thomas.
“And you...Taylor. You two were always their favorites. Always.”
Taylor’s heart started to beat at an uncontrollable rate. She felt unable to breathe. Alby knew something of her past that she doesn’t even know. Did she know Thomas before the maze? Her head was starting to spin, her whole life seemed like a mystery to her.
“Why did you do this?” Alby’s tears came out more as he stared at Taylor and Thomas. “Why did you two come here?”
There is a lot of commotion outside the tent. The whole group goes outside to see what all the ruckus is when they are met with something of their nightmares.
That night the maze entrance does not close leaving the Grievers to pour into the glade. It was a war between the Gladers and the monsters. Every one who knew Taylor knew about her fears. One of her fears was spiders, and to her these Grievers looked like gigantic, scary, spiders. Taylor and the rest of the gang tried their hardest to fight against the demons but some won. Some of your group including Zart and the beloved Alby passed due to the fighting. It was a struggle to fight and to try to win. Taylor kept close to Thomas, making sure he was safe before her in any of this.
As the fight finished Taylor looked around her. The home she knew all these years was broken, it was devastating. All their produce was gone, everything was up in flames. But Taylor did not blame Thomas for any of it, instead she embraced his actions knowing things were gonna change soon.
Gally came furious to Thomas and punched him, blaming him for all the mess and how the Grievers are now angry with the Gladers. In an attempt to regain his memories, Thomas stabs himself with a Griver stinger.
“No! Thomas what are you doing?” Taylor called out to him, catching him as he fell after the impact of the sting.
She waits, and waits. Since Thomas was knocked unconscious because of the sting, Gally made it that Thomas was put in a cell. So Taylor waited right next to the cell until Thomas woke up. She kept looking at him and then at her necklace. She felt like all this time she knew Thomas, something within her made her feel some sort of attraction towards Thomas. Like if they were meant to be.
Thomas woke up, his eyes shooting open as if he were amazed or surprised.
“Thomas you’re awake!” Taylor shoots him a smile as she combs back her blonde hair with her hands. “I have some bad news for you.”
All the while Taylor is telling him how Gally is going to sacrifice him and Teresa, Thomas cannot stop looking at her with a face. He just stares into those blue eyes, knowing full well the whole story, the reason for that necklace. He knows about her past, her memories. But he chose to keep that inside...for now.
“Are you okay Thomas?”
“Why do you never give up on me? Like, here, you always takes my side, are always by my side, why?”
Taylor just shrugged, “I don’t know. I just feel comfortable and safe around you. Someone who makes me feel that way couldn’t be bad.”
Thomas smiles and puts his fingers through the cell spaces. Taylor grabs his fingers and with a heart warming grin opens the cell for him.
Without Taylor, Thomas goes to the other to tell them about what he remembered. As Gally tries to sacrifice Thomas and Teresa, the other Gladers free them and are on their way through the maze.
Taylor is very much afraid, going through the maze. She is afraid of the what she calls spiders, but the Grievers. As she walks through with the others for the first time Thomas holds her hand in his.
“I’m here Tay. I’m gonna protect you.”
That made Taylor feel at more ease. As Taylor and the group come face to face with the monsters, Thomas saves and protects Taylor. They make it past through the Grievers, some from the group have passed but the survivors stumble upon a laboratory.
“What in the hel* is this?” Taylor asks as she and the others see dead scientists and technicians there. “It looks like there was a shootout here or something.”
Suddenly a woman in a video recording shows up. Her name is Ava Paige, she starts explaining that the planet is broken by a solar flare, and then there’s the deadly virus called the Flare that if someone were to have it, it would affect the brain. The Gladers, Taylor, are immune to the flare. She then learns how all this, the maze, the chaos, all the hel* that they were put through was for an experiment. It was to study their brains as it worked as a resistance to the virus. Taylor feels as if she knows the woman, she keeps an eye on her while Thomas stares at Taylor, knowing the full story.
Taylor can see in the background of the video, these men start coming out in these mercenary clothing and start shooting the others there. Dr. Paige lifts a gun to her head and before she shoots herself she utters these last words, “and remember, W.C.K.D is good.” She pulls the trigger and shoots the bullet in her head.
Taylor shouts in surprise and puts her face to Thomas’s chest. Thomas pats her back lovingly and looks completely shocked, not knowing what the next step is.
As Taylor looks back she sees, “Gally?” The whole group turns around and sees that Gally is there. It appears as if he has been stung from a Griever. He has a gun in his hand, his body starts shaking as he starts to tear up.
“Gally...stop what you are doing. We can talk about this.” Taylor tries to reassure him as she puts her hand in front of Thomas to protect him.
“We can’t leave.” Gally starts as he shaking his head.
“We did Gally, we’re out.” Thomas says as he’s on alert mode. Nobody knowing what Gally is going to do next. “We’re free.”
“Free?” Gally laughs as he looks around. “You think we’re free out there? No, no there’s no escape from this place.” He then lifts the gun at the group. Every one gasps and walks back. Thomas tries to reason with him. “Gally listen to me. You’re not thinking straight. You’re not.”
Taylor turns around to see Minho tighten his grip around his spear.
“And we can help you,” Thomas pleads. “Just put down the gun.”
With his gun pointing directly at Thomas, Gally cries, “I belong to the maze.”
“Just put down the gun,” Thomas says again.
“We all do,” Gally says as he’s about to shoot.
“Gally!” Thomas and Taylor scream as Chuck goes in front of Thomas and Taylor. Every thing happened at the speed of light. The gun was shot but Minho threw his spear directly into Gally’s chest. Every one is scared and shocked at the sight before them. Gally is struggling to breathe as he falls atop the broken pieces of glass. Just as Taylor thought everything was going to be okay Chuck starts to breathe differently.
“Thomas,” Chuck says as he looks at him and Taylor looks down to his chest to see the bullet shot Chuck.
“No, oh god please no,” Taylor starts crying as Thomas catches him before he fell to the floor.
“Oh shi*, oh shi*,” Thomas panics as he runs his hands up and down Chucks face and chest, not knowing what to do with the wound. “Look at me, Chuck just hang on.” Thomas tries to talk him into staying alive, giving him words of encouragement. Taylor’s vision starts to become blurry from all her crying.
As Chuck struggles to breathe he hands Thomas the carving he did that he was going to give to his parents. He is now entrusting that Thomas finish the quest.
“No, Chuck you’re gonna give that to them, remember? You’re gonna live, my sweet Chuck.” Taylor voice comes out in broken sobs but at the same time her voice is soothing and comforting. Her hands go to stroke Chuck’s curly hair, wanting his death to be as peaceful as possible.
“Thank you,” Chuck smiles as he looks up to Taylor and then Thomas. His breathing is loud and then...it stops. Those were Chuck’s last words.
“Chuck? Chuck, hey. Hey, Chuck c’mon! Oh my god!” Thomas sobs as he sees his friend die right in front of him. His eyes still open as he fell asleep in death. Taylor looks up to see the rest of the group crying as well. She starts by putting a hand on Thomas’s back but she as well is sobbing vigorously. “Oh Chuck.”
Suddenly, a door opens and a bright light falls through the room. These men start running in as Teresa calls out for him. Thomas does not care, his tears and crying are all that comes out of him. Taylor puts her hand on her mouth and closes her eyes as she cries some more. The men come in and take the others away, but the pull Taylor and Thomas away from Chuck’s body. As they try to take Thomas away Thomas wiggles out of their grasp and crawls away to Chuck’s body. They pull him away as he cries to let him go. Taylor and the rest run out into a whole landscape of sandy dunes. Every one is ushered into a helicopter. As they throw Thomas in, Taylor grabs him and sits next to him, holding his hand. The masked man reassures the others that they are safe. The helicopter flies up and down below is the maze. Taylor opens her mouth in shock as she sees what the maze truly looks like. All her life that’s all she’s ever know. She was afraid to see what life was like after all this.
“Relax kid, everything's gonna change,” the masked man says.
Taylor looks out the window to the new possibilities, to the new future of her life.
It had been a couple of years since Taylor was rescued, along with other Gladers, from the maze. They are all taken to a facility by a man named Mr. Janson. He tells the group that the building is a safe haven, it will protect them. That they are protected by WCKD, the virus and the after math of the virus...cranks. He also gives food, clothes, and sanitation. There are also others from different mazes present there.
Taylor met one girl that was also in her shoes. She was part of a maze as well. She was also bigger than most of the girls so Taylor and her had a lot in common. Her name was Jessica. On the first night that they stayed, Taylor felt afraid and unsure but Jessica made her feel welcomed and safe.
(this is Jessica: oc, models name is Paloma Elsesser)
During lunch after Taylor would talk with her friends she would then talk with Jessica.
“Don’t you feel its a little bit...odd.” Taylor asks one day as she stares at the people working at the facility.
“What do you mean by odd?” Jessica raises her brow.
“I mean, why would they give us all this? Like what are they really doing behind closed doors?”
“I don’t know about you but I’m happy with having these things. I think you’re just worrying too much.”
Taylor bit her lip as she nodded, “yeah you’re probably right.”
No...Taylor was very wrong. Thomas and another boy from another maze named Aris Jones went to inspect what was really happening behind closed doors. To Taylor it was horrific. She felt that every one here lied to her. They learned that Dr. Ava Paige is still alive and that Mr. Janson is working for WCKD. Taylor even learned that they were experiment on the immunes and Janson has yet to find the Right Arm, which is a resistance group located in the mountains.
“Tay, they lied to us. All of us,” Thomas says as he tries to convince her. Taylor nods and hugs him. “Don’t worry Thomas, I would never lie to you. And besides we will always find a way out.” She smiles up at him and as they get closer and closer Jessica interrupts, “Oh am I ruining something here?”
Taylor puts her hand on her hip and chuckles, “no you’re not. C’mon I have a lot of explaining to do with you.”
The group including Aris and Jessica escape the facility. Everyone runs to the doors as they announce on the speakers the count down. Thomas holds Taylor’s hand as they run while Jessica holds onto Newt’s hand.
As Thomas tries to put the card in to open the door Mr. Janson and his group show up. The door isn’t opening though.
“Aw shi*, it looks like its jammed!” Taylor becomes worried as Thomas keeps re trying and re trying.
“Oh my god we’re not gonna make it,” Jessica bits her nails.
“Thomas!” Yells rat-face. Everyone starts panicking and they start hitting the door while Thomas grabs the gun he’s holding and points it to Mr. Janson.
“Open this door Janson,” Thomas comes closer with the gun, while Janson holds his hands up in surrender mode.
“You really don’t want me to!”
“Open the dam* door!” Thomas screams while Taylor and Minho try to go through the door.
“Listen to me! I’m trying to save your life. The maze is one thing but you kids would not last a day out in the scorch. If the elements won’t kill you, the cranks will. Thomas, you have to believe me. I only want whats best for you.”
Finally Thomas shows Janson’s true colors, he reveals the secret Janson has been keeping. “Yeah let me guess, WCKD is good?”
Janson becomes agitated and he lets his arms down, “you’re not getting through that door Thomas.
“Its unlocked!” Taylor shouts as the door starts to move upward. On the other side you are met with Alvis and Winston. “Hey guys.”
“C’mon,” Frypan says as he runs out. Everyone goes except for Taylor. Taylor wants to wait for Thomas so she moves next to him. “C’mon Thomas we have to go! Lets go!” Thomas starts shooting Janson and his men as he backs up with Taylor. The gun stops working and he throws it to the men. As Thomas turns around to run away he grabs Taylor’s hand and they run together to the door with Janson and his men following them.
Janson says in his watch, “shut the main vault door. Shut the main vault door!”
As Taylor and Thomas are running to the door, the door starts to close.
“No!” Shouts Teresa.
Taylor grasps Thomas’s hand so hard as she runs for dear life.
The group starts to shout at the two of them, “C’mon Thomas, Taylor! C’mon!”
The door almost closes as Taylor and Thomas slide under the small gap that was left. The two make it leaving Taylor so terrified.
“Oh my god girl you scared me!” Jessica says as she grabs Taylor in a tight hug, helping her get up. “C’mon we gotta go.”
Alvis hits the lock so that Janson cannot get through. As the group is about to leave Winston grabs a gun making Taylor do the same. Thomas sees that Janson cannot get through so he puts his middle finger up, making Taylor laugh. They all run away. Taylor holding onto Jessica’s hand as they make it to the exit. The alarm sounding off. Thomas opens the huge doors and whats shown out there is really a windy sandy place. Taylor’s afraid and she holds onto Jessica’s hand tighter.
“We got this Tay,” Jessica says with a smile. “We gonna be fine, you’ll see.”
Taylor nods and the group get out and into the scorch.
Taylor and the rest end up at an abandoned market place. Its dark and very spooky, no light reaching inside at all.
“Wow its so dark, man,” Jessica puts her hands out in front of her to prove a point.
Minho then starts the generator and as the lights come on it looks as if people were here before. There are tents and blankets resting on the floor, lights that are strung above the items. More lights keep turning on, lamps, small lights, they keep flashing on. Minho smiles thinking every thing is fine until a, what seems to be a woman, comes slamming on the fence door. Her mouth and eyes are pitch black and she has veins all over her face.
Minho and Taylor scream in unison, “Thomas watch out!”
“What the hel* is that?” As Taylor stands next to Minho, bringing Thomas back. As those words left her mouth there was more screeching behind them. Taylor, Minho, and Thomas turned around and out came a whole group of them.
“Oh my god theres more!” Taylor said backing away, her backpack behind her carrying her gun.
One of them came limping to the group but Minho picked up a sledgehammer and smacked the thing with it.
“What the hell is that thing?” Minho asks, his flashlight shining on them. Out in the distance more of them came, “C’mon we gotta go! We gotta go!” Thomas shouted, pulling Taylor by her jacket with him. Running out the double doors the Cranks are right behind them. Taylor helps the boys to close the door before the crank could come in.
“Hold it down!” Shouts Minho.
“What?” Thomas asks. Taylor sees Minho is having some trouble pushing the huge cabinets to cover the door so she goes next to him and helps push. “Watch out Thomas!” Taylor exclaims as the cabinet falls to cover the door.
Now, cranks are coming out of every corner. “Oh shi*,” Taylor mutters as Thomas grabs her hand and they all run away. Making it up the escalator Taylor follows Thomas but she slips and her foot gets caught in the escalator. Thomas and Minho almost up ahead don’t take notice of her fall. Taylor, panicking tries to take her foot out but it is really stuck. She turns her head back and sees the cranks coming closer. “Thomas! Minho!” Her screams echoes through the building and Thomas turns around not seeing Taylor.
“Minho wheres Taylor?!?”
Minho shrugs and his eyes widen. “Crap c’mon!”
Thomas ran like he has never ran in his life, he ran faster than ever in the maze. “I need to help her. Please, oh god please, please be okay.” He thought in his head thinking about Taylor.
Taylor, still shouting sees the cranks coming closer and closer. She starts to tear up, this is it, this is where she dies. As the cranks are almost to her Thomas and Minho make it and see that indeed her foot it stuck.
“Oh Tay this may hurt,” Minho winces as he sees her foot, but then he quickens as he sees how many are behind them. “Shi*”
Thomas grabs her hand, “don’t worry Tay, I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His other hand is tending to her foot.
Taylor smiles and puts her head back along with her hands. “I’ll hold them off boys.” She pulls her gun out and starts shooting those that are almost to them.
“Okay but she’s a badas*,” Minho chuckles seeing even though Taylor hurting she still manages to get the work done!
“C’mon,” Thomas says as he is getting frustrated. Finally they set her free and she sprints in front of Thomas, him still holding her hand to make sure she is safe and with him now 100 percent of the time.
“I told you we got you,” Thomas smiles as they now run so fast away from the cranks close up on them.
As Taylor, Minho and Thomas sprint ahead they see the rest of their group.
“We have to warn them!” Taylor said as she started to wave her hands to get their attention and to show panic.
“Hey!” Shouts Thomas. The rest of the group look at the three running and they wear a curious face. The three yell all different things, warnings, to run, to go away.
“Why aren’t they moving?” Minho asks as he runs ahead of Taylor. Then Taylor sees their horrified face when they see the cranks running ahead. The others start running as the cranks get closer to Taylor. Taylor, already tired keeps her head in the game. Jumping over man boxes laid on the floor so as not to lose the momentum. A back pack is thrown to Thomas and Taylor assists him in putting it on. The group now rejoined, they make their way up another escalator. As they make their way up a crank appears out of nowhere and the others are scared and taken aback. Aris gets his bat and hits the crank with it. More cranks appear and the group is split up for only a short while. Teresa is split with Thomas while Taylor is put with the others. A crank comes at Taylor and Newt and as it is about to get the two of them Taylor pulls out her gun and aims straight at the cranks head, pulling the trigger. “Bulls eye,” Taylor smirks. Everyone meets up again as they try to make it to the exit. Newt again gets tackled by a crank and Thomas saves him. A whole group of cranks start appearing from the distance to the group of Taylor’s. Everyone runs to a small corridor that is nearby. It is tight and compact and no one knows where they are going. The cranks go into the tiny space as well. Everyone freaks out.
“C’mon guys move it!” Taylor shouts as it is hard for her to manage in that tight space. They make it to doors but as Thomas and Minho try to open them up they cannot because they are locked.
“Are you serious right now?” Taylor panics as she combed her hair with her fingers.
Minho and Thomas try to open it up and Winston shouts, “I’ll hold them back.” He pulls out his gun while Taylor does the same. She stands next to Winston and starts shooting the cranks. Winston smiles at her and she nods, grinning. Frypan finally opens the door and Thomas grabs Taylor’s hand to go through the door first. As Winston tries to go out he gets caught by some cranks and as they try to take him out of the grasps of the cranks the cranks start scratching him on the stomach. Taylor with Minho and Thomas try to close the doors but Thomas sends Minho away.
“Go Tay, I got this, go.”
“No I’m not leaving you. We do this together.”
Thomas looks at the cranks and at the right time he grabs Taylor’s hands and they both run away together.
They all spent the night under some debris just waiting for the right time to make a run for it.
When they all wake up, Thomas looks out to see if it is safe to leave. In the light of the morning sun Taylor peers around her surroundings and sees how city is in ruins.
“WCKD is probably still looking for us. We have to move.” Taylor says as she stretches and grabs her gun. She grabs Jessica’s hand and brings her up for a stand.
As the group trudges along through the sand Winston’s infection is getting worse until he falls down. Taylor can see the pain evident on his face, she feels so sorry for him. She wanted him to make it. She looked at the others face and some knew but some had hope. That was good for him in that moment, to have hope.
“I’m not gonna make it,” Winston says in a rough, hoarse voice. His breathing is starting to quicken. Everyone looks at each other, not knowing what to do. “Please don’t let me turn into one of those things.”
Taylor feels a tear fall down her cheek, her heart breaking at what she is seeing. Winston pulls his hand out as if to hand something to him.
Everyone is frozen but Newt goes and takes the gun. Thomas thinks that he’s going to shoot Winston but he doesn’t. Instead Newt gives him the gun, it will be on Winston’s time to do that to himself.
“Thank you,” Winston manages to say. “Now get out of here.”
“Goodbye Winston,” Newt swallows the pain as he looks into his eyes.
Everyone leaves until its just Taylor and Thomas. Thomas’s eyes become glassy as he looks at a dying man. “Its alright,” Winston reassures him in his last moments.
“I’m sorry,” Thomas whispers.
Winston’s last words were, “Thomas, take care of them okay?”
Thomas nods and leaves with Taylor.
As they go and move away a gun shot is heard through out. It echoes in the world. Everyone pauses and just takes a time to gather themselves up and proceed. Taylor still has tears coming out but she doesn’t want to make a scene so she tries to compose herself and wipes her tears away.
Thomas sees this and holds her hand, “hey you know, its okay to cry.” He said it more as a statement then a question. Taylor brought him into a hug and cried into his shoulders, feeling mentally tired and emotionally. But she was determined to make it to the end.
Night came and so did sleep, but as the group was in slumber Thomas woke up to a civilization in the distance, but they are also greeted by a thunderstorm. They run to an abandoned building for shelter but as they are running Jessica slows down. Minho helps and tries to save her by helping her in running but he gets struck by the lighting.
“Minho!” Jessica and Thomas cream in unison. As they take him to the shelter he does indeed survive. Jessica hugs him lightly, not wanting to hurt him and smiles, “thanks Min Min for saving my as*, I am a god dam* slow runner. For real though, thank you.”
They are greeted with chained up cranks. One after enough coming at them but not quite yet making it.
“I see you’ve met our guard dogs.” A new voice calls out. It is a girl, she walks up to all of the group and smiles, “you guys look like shi*.”
“Hel* I like her already,” Jessica chuckles but Taylor hits her lightly on the chest. “Ow, what she seems pretty okay.”
“We don’t know what she’s like,” Taylor whispered to Jessica.
“Don’t worry I don’t bite, the names Brenda.”
They meet Brenda and Jorge who lead a dangerous group of survivors. Brenda and Jorge learn that Thomas and his group had come from WCKD and are looking for the right arm they agree to take them to them.
Moments later WCKD arrives and storms the place but Jorge’s bombs go off and the facility is destroyed. Taylor and Thomas split up. Taylor ends up with Jorge’s group while Brenda and Thomas are left behind.
Thomas P.O.V.
Thomas and Brenda escape the cranks but Brenda gets infected by one. Thomas gets another flashback and remembers when he was working for WCKD. He tried to warn Teresa and Taylor about WCKD’s plans but they were all separated by WCKD’s troops.
Thomas ends up kissing Brenda but as he is kissing her he thinks of...”Taylor.” he breathes out.
“What,” Brenda asks as she stand back.
“You are not her.” Thomas wanted that kiss to be Taylor. That was it, he knew he was in love with Taylor.
Thomas P.O.V. end
Thoma and Brenda meet up with Taylor and the rest of the group again. Taylor runs to hug Thomas and puts her hands on his cheek, “oh my god. I thought something terrible happened to you.”
Thomas grins and puts his hands on her cheeks, “I’m fine, along with the help of her.” He points to Brenda and Taylor’s heart almost shatters. She can see something, some type of affection going on between the two.
Taylor nods her head while putting up a fake smiles, “oh thats good. I’m glad you both made it out safely.” She puts her hands down and walks away. First she had to deal with Teresa now Brenda. She clenched her fist knowing how this ends. It will end with either beautiful girls getting the guy and Taylor getting no one. With big girls thats how it always ends.
Jessica finds Taylor sitting away from the group. “Hey Tay Tay, whats wrong girl?”
Taylor just shrugs, “I know Thomas so well already.”
“What?” Jessica asks as she sits beside her.
“I feel like I’ve known Thomas, like I’ve known him forever...Jess...I’m in love with Thomas.”
“Oh shi*,” Jessica mutters.
“Yeah, oh shi* is right and I know he either likes Teresa or Brenda way more than fat old me.”
“Don’t say those things,” Jessica puts her arm over Taylor’s shoulder. “You are way more than that you hear? So what if you got a little junk in the trunk you are special Taylor. You did what other big girls no, what other girls think is impossible. You escaped that maze you escaped WCKD you did so many incredible things. You are kind and sweet but ooh but do you have sass! If Thomas cannot see all the amazing things I see or for who you really are than girl, he is not meant for you. You are a diamond in the rough sand paper sand.” Jessica picks up a pile of sand and this makes them both laugh.
(not my gif! do not own)
“Thanks sis, I needed that,” Jessica helps Taylor stand up and they both embrace.
“What a beautiful embrace, are we celebrating cause we’re not dead ladies?” Minho jokes, waiting patiently for the two of them.
“Can I get some of that action?” Frypan chuckles as he playfully hits Minho like am I right?
The two side eye them, “No boys were are celebrating us big women...we can do anything, and that boys is a fact.” Taylor and Jessica walk hand in hand back to the group.
Jorge interrogates Marcus, a survivor works for WCKD, into revealing the whereabouts of The Right Arm.
The group goes and finds their way arrive at the right arm relief camps. There are other survivors there and they are greeted by a man named Vince. He is the leader and decides if Thomas’s group can stay or not.
Brenda’s infection worsens and Vince threatens to shoot her. But a former scientist that worked for WCKD stops Vince. “Hello Thomas and hello to you too Taylor.”
“You know me?” Thomas asks the stranger.
Taylor’s face becomes of confusion, “wait how do you know us?”
“Interesting...it makes sense they put you two in the maze.”
“Thomas, what is she talking about?” Taylor raises her brow. Thomas knows and he looks away. “How does she know who I am? How does she know I was in the maze?” Taylor tries to look into his eyes but he looks away, almost ashamed. “Anybody?” When she looks at the others they too are not looking at her. Jessica pats Taylor’s shoulder.
“Though I must admit,” the scientist kept going. “I was worried they’d kill ya after what you did.”
“After what you did, Thomas what does she mean?” At this point Taylor was getting furious, she felt like she was invisible. The stranger went to Brenda and tended to her. But she could see that Taylor and Thomas were both searching for answers.
“What I did?” Thomas asked.
“The first time we spoke you said you couldn’t take it no more. Watching your friends die one by one. The last time we spoke you gave me the coordinates of every WCKD compound, trial, and lab.”
“He was our source,” said Vince.
“They couldn’t have pulled this off without him,” the scientist praised Thomas. “Take her [Brenda] to the tent. Get these guys some warm clothes.” They carried Brenda away. As Taylor went to ask Thomas what happened she saw the glances Teresa kept giving Thomas.
Jessica saw that Taylor’s face was of anger so she placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “hey you think you’re gonna be alright?”
Taylor looked into her brown, haze eyes and nodded, “you know me Jess...I’m always alright.”
Jessica smiled and left her. Taylor grabbed harshly both Thomas and Teresa behind one of the tents. “What the hel* was all that back there?” Taylor shouted as anger entered into her.
“Please Tay, let me explain.” Thomas tried to calm her, putting both his hands on her shoulders.
“Please, make it quick. Why was she talking about us like she knew us? And you kept giving Teresa a look?”
Teresa looked down and then at Taylor, “Back then before the maze, you had worked for WCKD...”
Taylor’s face became of sadness and disbelief, “no thats not true. That can’t be-”
“It is Taylor,” Thomas whispered as he grabbed her hands. “Before the maze, you, Teresa, and me we all worked for the maze. Sticking our friends in a death maze, we did that. We worked for them. I went, when we were still working for them, to you two and tried to warn you both about WCKD but we were all separated, you were first Taylor, you were first to be put in the maze. Also, when we were working for them me and you were very close to each other...Where do you think you got that necklace?”
Taylor peers down to her chest and sees the necklace, her eyes start to water. Thats why the first time she saw Thomas she felt like she knew him. “You knew all this time and din’t think to tell me? You told her, my story, to her, and not even to me! Why would you keep something like that from me, Thomas?”
Thomas felt ashamed and guilty, “I don’t know Tay, I just-”
“He wanted to protect you,” Teresa butted in. Taylor pointed a finger at Teresa, “I don’t want to be rude, but you better but out right now or so help me god.”
Teresa walked up to Taylor, face to face, body to body, “Or what, Tay? What are you really gonna do to me? Thomas was just trying to protect you, if you really cared about his friendship then you would forgive him and you would accept the decision he made.
“Yeah Teresa you’re are forgetting one thing, who was the first to be in that maze between us? Who had to live every breathing moment in there with just herself as the only female, and who had to accept that she may never see her family again because she doesn’t even know her history? That information was mine, Teresa, I should have, no, I needed to know that. So protect your boyfriend or your crush but nothing you say will make it better that he kept my life from me.” Taylor pushed Teresa to Thomas and went to go find Jessica.
The scientist woman comes to Thomas and tells him he needs to give his blood. The scientists lady is Mary Cooper. As Mary halts Brenda's infection using an enzyme cure, Mary explains that the enzyme can only be harvested from an Immune's body, not manufactured, and that arguments over the methods of manufacturing the cure with Ava lead Mary's departure from WCKD.
After the argument they all had and Thomas helped Brenda Taylor saw Teresa climb these rocks. Taylor felt more angry when she saw Thomas climbing them to get to her, to see whats wrong with her. Taylor went and followed them to eaves drop on their conversation.
“You okay?” Thomas questioned as he made it to the top and looked at Teresa. Taylor was hidden behind one of the boulder listening. “What are you doing up here?”
“Just thinking.”
“Well I’ll let you be alone.”
“Do you remember your mother?”
“Uh, I think so,” Thomas thought for a while on that question.
“You remember mine? She’s a beautiful woman. Every body loved her, before WCKD she was all I had. When she got sick, I didn’t know what to do. They just kept her locked up, hidden. I thought she’d get better. Every night she’d make these awful sounds, like screaming. And then one night she just, stopped. It was finally quiet. I went down to her room, there was blood everywhere. And she just sat there calm. She said she was feeling better. The visions were calm, she’d taken care of them. She took her eyes out Thomas. There are millions of people suffering out there. Millions of stories just like mine. We can’t turn our backs on them. I won’t.
Taylor’s mouth opened in shock, “please no please no.”
“What are you saying?” Thomas hoped she was talking nonsense, he hoped she did not do the thing that they were all running away from.
“I’m saying I want you to understand.”
“Understand what?”
“Why I did it.”
In the distance there are helicopters and Taylor’s heart sinks, “oh my god they’re here.”
“Teresa...”
“Please don’t fight them Thomas.”
“What are you doing? What have you done?”
Thomas runs down and Taylor sprints in front of his path, “this way Thomas.” Even though Taylor was mad at him still she needed to protect him, she needed to protect her friends. She grabbed onto his hand and they both ran to the others to warn them, but they were too late. The helicopter shot a explosive and the camps blew up, “No!” They both scream in unison.
There was an ambush by WCKD. As some warned others, other were dead.
“Tay!” A high pitched scream came out as Taylor looked around she saw Jessica run to her. “Oh my god I thought they got you too.” They both hugged and tried to run away. But there were so many of the WCKD that Taylor knew she had to do something. “Jessica, listen to me, be careful.” Taylor whispered the words to her as she pushed Jessica to Thomas and stood next to Minho.
“Go guys we got this!” Minho says as he and Taylor start shooting.
“No, guys come back here,” Thomas shouts over the commotion. They all hide behind a couple of boxes. Just as Minho is re-loading his gun WCKD shoot a device on him that makes his still.
“Minho!” Thomas screams as Jessica and Newt pull him back.
“No!!!!” Taylor shouts as she starts shooting uncontrollably but someone from WCKD comes behind her and hits her with the back of their gun, making her fall down and they put the device on her.
“Taylor!” Thomas and Jessica scream. Jessica gets up and, without any weapons tries to fight WCKD but they shoot her in the stomach.
“NO!!!” Taylor screams at the top of her lungs. Her heart just breaking. She starts to sob as she tries to crawl to her friend. “Oh my god oh my god,” was all she could say.
“Its okay Tay Tay, its okay. I’m sorry, I just tried.” Blood spilled and poured from her mouth and her breathing stopped. “No please no Jess, c’mon Jess please Jess. Please don’t go Jess!” Taylor shouted as she held onto her but WCKD dragged Taylor away from the body, her screams so high pitched it hurt anybodies ears. “Please don’t please, Jess!
“Tay, Minho,” Thomas shouted as he tried to get to her and him. But Vince stopped him. Thomas was crying as he looked at Taylor getting taken by WCKD. Taylor felt like her life was gone and she was already dead. As Taylor went inside the helicopter she was greeted by Ava Paige’s presence, Dr. Paige looked beyond and saw the survivors, she saw Thomas. With an evil eye she glared at him.
Thomas P.O.V.
The whole place is a disaster. Everything is ruined. Most of the tents were burned up and the survivors are looking for any materials or items that they could save.
“What do we do now?” Asks Frypan as he looks to the distance, trying to collect himself.
“I would pick up whats left of us.” Scans Vince as he tries to see if there are others. “Stick to the plan, we take you kids to the safe haven. And we start over I guess.”
Thomas shakes his head and stand up, putting his backpack on. “I’m not going with you.”
Vince looks surprised, “What?”
“I made a promise to Minho and Taylor, I promised that I would protect her. Now she’s probably stuck somewhere scared, afraid, I mean she just saw her best friend die, right in front of her eyes. She means the world to me Vince, I can’t forget about them...I can’t ever forget about her. I have to go after them. ”
“Hey kid look around you,” Vince said, spreading his arms. “A’ight, WCKD just kicked our as*. Think about where you’re headed.”
“I’m not asking anyone to come with me.”
“Thomas listen to me,” Newt motions to him, caring about his friend. “I’ve known Minho and Taylor for...for as long as I can remember. So if there’s any way we could help, trust me I would be standing there next to you. This what you’re talking about, is impossible.”
Jorge and Brenda appear and Jorge says, “more like suicide.”
“Maybe,” Thomas shrugs. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. It’s not just about Taylor and Minho. Its about all of us. Its about everyone WCKD’s ever taken, everyone they will take. They’ll never stop, they’ll never stop. So I’m gonna stop them. I’m gonna rescue Taylor...and I’m gonna kill Ava Paige.”
Everyone looks at each other rethinking the situation. Harriet speaks up, “I have to admit, I’d like some revenge.”
Vince sees the expression of everyone and decides to just give in and help, “wow its a good speech kid, so whats your plan?” Everyone looks to Thomas for answers.
Thomas P.O.V. end
“Hey Minho, Minho...,” Taylor shook the boy as they were in the train to who knows where. “You hear the birds?” Minho from all the torture was already being a totally different person. Taylor wanted to lift his spirits, but on the inside she felt empty and had no hope of being saved. Minho searches for the noise Taylor was talking about and then he does hear it all of a sudden, he turns around to see Taylor copying the noise of a birds chirping. She smiles at the end and makes Minho laugh.
As she is standing there, all their hands tied by chains, Taylor sat next to Minho. Taylor coughs a little and then starts singing, “I thought I heard the old man say; leave her Johnny leave her. Tomorrow you will get your pay;
and it's time for us to leave her.” Music was such an important aspect in her life, it made her feel happy and made her feel as if she could fly. “Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow. And it's time for us to leave her.” As she sang the last note she looked around to see the other kids there and Minho smiling. “You have a beautiful voice Tay,” Minho chuckled, nudging you. “Wait do you hear that?”
Taylor’s eyes search up and her head turns in his direction. It was the sound of a running car. “Yeah I do!”
Moments later there are footsteps heard up ahead on the trains roof. Taylor and Minho smile at each other, hopeful.
Then the train starts to stop, Taylor and Minho falling forward from the harsh movement. Then a familiar voice is calling out, the others on the train are excited and start screaming for them to be rescued.
“Taylor! Taylor! Minho!” The voice calls out to them two. They look at each other and answer with a crying yes. But are never rescued, they are instead taken back to WCKD to be tortured more.
By many doctors Taylor is put in this machine that hooks up to her head. “Please no, not again, please.” They don’t listen to her and strap her in.
The ocean, the waves calming and relaxing. Taylor is sitting right atop a rock, enjoying a book. In the distance she sees the maze. Her heart starts to beat quickly and she starts to panic. She hates this feeling. Her hands start to tremble. As she looks down in her book the pages start to be covered in blood. Taylor covers her mouth in disgust and tries to throw the book away but it keep landing back on her lap. Then the blood starts to make words. “They are coming for him.”
“Who’s him?” Before she could react a wave crashes on her and brings her in the ocean. She is drowning but then all of a sudden she is in a cell. It is dark, very dark and it is wet and smells horrific. “What the hel*?” Next to Taylor in the cell is Jessica’s dead body, lying there her corpse. Taylor starts to break down and she sobs as she sees her best friend dead. “Oh my god!” But then she hears...it. A griever pops out and tries to get to Taylor but Taylor is separated by the cell. As she is backing away she hears a voice. “Taylor! Taylor!”
“Thomas?” She screams and Thomas meets her, “I’m gonna get you out okay? I will protect you.”
Thomas starts to fight off the griever, by himself and Taylor starts to scream, “No Thomas I need to protect you!” Then Thomas gets stung by the Griever and the griever rips Thomas head off. Horrified Taylor screams on the top of her lungs.
Taylor hooked to that machine makes her see these things. She screams when nothing is really there in reality with her. The doctors check her eyes and see she has spaced out, she is out of it. She becomes almost brain dead.
Only a few times does Taylor see Minho and every time she does he is getting worse and worse. She feels so bad for him. Taylor has tried to escape and tried but it never is successful.
She sleeps in a cold cell, thinking about her friends and about the stars. How much those starts mean to her. She is mostly out of it from all the torture. She is being scarred for life. She lays there until WCKD arrive to bring her to another torture test or to check her vitals.
As WCKD takes her to a medical room Taylor sees from the side of her eye Minho beating up Teresa. “That bitc*” Taylor mutters under her breath as she sees Teresa got away and they had to hold Minho down. Taylor chuckles, “thats my boy.”
Teresa makes it out but is scared when she sees Taylor, “you traitor!” Taylor gets out of WCKD’s grasp and makes a run for Teresa. Taylor kicks Teresa and knees her in the stomach. Teresa is on the ground, coughing up and hurting. “Yeah feel that, now imagine that 100 times worse.” Taylor lifts Teresa’s face by her hair so Taylor can see her better. “Thats how it felt when you took everything I loved away from me.” Teresa is crying and they pull Taylor back. “I won’t let you do that to Minho. I wont!”
Taylor was taken to be tortured again. Her hands in cuffs as if she were a prisoner. Suddenly, the alarm started to blare. The sirens turning on an alarming WCKD that something is wrong. They still took her into the room and went to hook her up.
Minho P.O.V.
As Minho escaped the medical room where they were going to sedate him he met up with Thomas and Newt.
“Minho,” Thomas said, sounding relieved.
Minho looked to Newt and Thomas, “is this real?” They all smile but then Minho realizes Taylor is about to get tortured now. “Guys Tay’s in trouble, we need to go save her. I know where she is!”
Minho P.O.V. end
They hooked up all the wires to her brain and they were about to start it when there was a loud bang almost outside the door. All the WCKD doctors were scared, alarmed. One stood up and went to go see what the commotion was. There was another bang and then footsteps. Thomas, Newt, and Minho appeared in Taylor’s room and shot everyone there. A female doctor was about to press the button to put Taylor into that machine but Thomas shot her.
“Oh my god!” Taylor screamed, strapped to her chair. “I can’t believe its you guys!”
Thomas, quickly, unstrapped Taylor and then picked her up so she was standing right in front of him. He felt his heart beating fast, he felt so happy to see Taylor. Here she was living, breathing, right in front of him. It was like a miracle. He sees though the bangs under her eyes and how she looks drained, tired. “Oh my god Tay, what did they do to you?”
Taylor started to cry but out of joy and happiness that she was saved, “they tortured me. They,” her cries were sobs now. “They made me believe that it was you, Thomas. You were killed and that to me was the worst torture.” Thomas puts hugs Taylor and puts his hands on her cheek. His face showing worry and sadness that Taylor had to go through that. “Its the worst torture to me because I couldn’t protect you Thomas, I couldn’t save you.” Taylor’s blue eyes looked up to Thomas’s brown ones and Thomas just went for it.
Thomas leaned in, passionately to kiss Taylor. He brought her closer to him. He put his hands all over her curves not caring about them, just loving the girl for who she is and thinking she is the most beautiful woman on the earth. They both closed their eyes in the kiss and it was hard and passionate, his tongue slipping inside just for a minute. Just to have one taste of her. It was full of love.
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Both their foreheads rested on each others and they smiled, “I love you so much Taylor.”
“I love you more, Thomas. I need to say I’m sorry for getting so angry with you not telling me about my past. I get why you did it, you were trying to protect me.” She steps closer to Thomas and takes a hold of his hands while Thomas kisses her lips and forehead. “Its okay Tay, I’m sorry for keeping that away from you. I felt so scared and not sure when WCKD had taken you. You mean so much to me, not Teresa, not Brenda, you.”
Taylor kisses his lips again and sees the boys face in the back. Newt is so over it, rolling his eyes. And Minho looks as if he’s gonna throw up.
“Are you guys like done. We kinda have to get out of here,” Minho broke the silence.
Taylor and Thomas chuckle, “wow they are just, wow.”
Taylor nodded, “I know, way to ruin the moment guys!”
Newt rubs his temple, “If I have to see one more kiss I may just leave on my own.” He chuckles at the end.
Taylor and Thomas laugh and they grab hands and make a run for it.
As they run they meet some folks from WCKD and they run into a random room. Thomas locks the door. There is someone banging the door from outside, this scares Taylor and she holds onto Thomas for support. “Don’t worry Tay, I got you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you again.”
“Newt c’mon,” Minho goes to a cart and places it in front of the door.
“Um Thomas, what do we do?” Taylor asks as she sees the huge window in the room. Every one is trying to think of a plan but WCKD already is using a blade to try to pry the door open.
“Any ideas?” Minho questions.
Thomas looks at the window and then back at the group, “maybe.”
“Oh hel* no! You do realize how thick I am, I’m gonna be the first one down there and then you guys will come afterwords and use me as a soft landing.” They all look at Taylor as she said that and she just waves them away, “never mind.”
Every one helps getting a tank through the window. It falls to the water down below.
“Okay its doable. Just need a little running start.” Thomas says as he goes back.
“Oh my god are we serious about this? Is he serious? What if that water is shallow, we’ll die Thomas!” Taylor tries to reason with him, her heart thumping out of her chest. They all go next to Thomas, Taylor holding his hand to feel more comforted even though she felt so terrified.
“You sure about this?” Minho asks, scared.
Thomas looks at Taylor and shakes his head, “not really.”
Minho rolls his eyes, “nice pep talk.”
“Yeah, I’m bloody inspired.” Newt says too.
“Ugh we’re gonna have to do it,” Taylor cracks her neck and is prepared, putting on her game face. But the door flies open and Janson comes through, angry. “Fuc* it!” Taylor says as the group runs forward.
They all jump and through the jump Taylor’s hand is holding Thomas’s. Some one screamed Thomas name and then someone cursed. Taylor just screamed so loud the whole way down.
As the group is running through the last city they are met up with, “Gally?”
Gally sees Taylor and chuckles, “hey Tay, its nice to-”
Taylor runs to him and punches his all over but Thomas pulls her away, “why are we with this guy? He’s a traitor! He killed Chuck!”
“I know Tay, I know. He’s on our side now. He saved us.” Thomas brings her back and tries to control her.
“Also Gally was stung and out of his mind when he did that,” Newt said as he put a reassuring arm around her.
Taylor still feels like she wants to kill Gally, “how the hel* did you survive anyways?”
“I was saved, treated and now I’m helping you guys. Like I said, its nice to see you again Tay.”
“Yeah well I wish I could say the same thing.” Taylor answers back sassy. “What happened here?”
Explosives go off, there is fire and terror every where. People are screaming, violent. Its like the end of the world it seems to Taylor’s eyes.
Then Taylor hears harsh breathing coming from Newt. “Newt?”
Newt sends Minho and Gally away, also wanting Taylor to go. “No, I’m not going anywhere. Thomas, whats wrong with him?”
Thomas looks down, sad and Taylor’s heart almost drops. “No he can’t no.”
“I do Tay. I have it.” Newt says in an almost reassuring voice. His lips turning black like if they were goop. Alarming Taylor and Thomas that they need to figure out something quick. As Newt is struggling he hands Thomas a silver pendant. Taylor and Thomas assist Newt in walking to a safer place and they end up to an empty area where Newt passes out.
All of a sudden Teresa’s voice is heard through out the whole city. She explains that Thomas, with his blood, can save Newt if he comes back to WCKD.
Thomas has tears in his eyes and so does Taylor but Newt stands up. Awkwardly like he isn’t himself.
“Newt?” Thomas says, trying to sound gentle.
Taylor’s heart was going so fast. She felt that she already knew but she didn’t want to believe it. “Newt, we’re here buddy. We are here for you, shank.”
Newt turns around and Taylor already knew, he had become one of them. Newt looks directly at Thomas, “Newt.”
Saliva coming out of Newt’s mouth and looking like a total different...thing, he charges towards Thomas. Thomas pushes him away making him fall on the floor but he gets back up.
“Newt its me, its me!” Thomas tries to tell Newt but Newt is not the same person anymore.
“Newt we wont hurt you!” Taylor tries to get into his head. She pulls Newt away from Thomas throwing him on the floor. Newt tackles Thomas and with the forces of Taylor’s strength and Thomas’s they roll him away. Newt gets up and jumps on Taylor and almost bites her. “Thomas help! Newt stop please! Its me, Taylor!” She is screaming as his mouth is almost a few spaces away from her face. Thomas kicks Newt and Newt falls on his back on the floor. Thomas helps Taylor stand and as they get up Newt utters for them to kill him.
Newt, again tackles Thomas and Taylor tries to get him off but Newt is too strong. As Thomas utter his name Newt stops. “I’m sorry Tommy, I’m sorry Tommy.”
“Its okay, its okay,” Thomas smiles at Newt. Newt then grabs Thomas’s gun and tries to shoot himself in the head. Taylor quickly grabs the gun away from him. “No!”
Newt grabs his knife and tries to stab Thomas. Thomas struggles to keep the blade from intruding his chest so Taylor puts her hands on the blade to stop him. Her hands are getting cut, slicing through soft skin. Taylor winces at the pain and notices blood dripping from her hands on Thomas’s shirt. The shirt soaking up the crimson liquid. “Please Newt stop.” Taylor pushes Newt off with Thomas punching him in the face.
As Newt and Thomas fight, Newt trying to stab Thomas they meet up together. Taylor hears the knife slicing through and starts to cry. It didn’t matter who it stabbed, it wasn’t like she cared more for one and not the other. She cared for both of them so much. “Newt, Thomas...” She muttered as she started to sob.
They hold on more to each other and as they part the knife went into Newt’s chest. “No! No! There has to be so way, please no, please!” Taylor is panicking at this moment, she is uncontrollably sobbing. Her heart breaking more as if that were possible. “No Newt, not my Newt.”
“Tommy...” Newt whispers, as himself. He falls down but Thomas catches him so his fall would be less painful. “Tay...”
Taylor was right beside him, holding his hands and looking into his eyes. Brushing his honey golden strands back.
Taylor then remembers the things her and Newt did. Its like a whole book she thinks of. She spent so many years with him she felt not herself. She remembers when they would garden together. Newt would pretend that the carrots were his teeth and do funny faces with them. Taylor would throw dirt on him and say if he were to grow into a flower, he would be the most beautiful flower out there. Whenever Taylor would feel sad or sick, Newt was there for her. Cuddling with her, taking care of her, worrying about her. All those times worrying, when she wanted him to have a great life. Whenever Taylor felt self conscious Newt would always say, “don’t think about those bloody thoughts love, to me you are perfectly splendid in every way.” Then he would end it off with his charming smile. One time Taylor drew a portrait of himself, resting against the tree, so peaceful. Newt smiled and was shocked, calling Taylor the most creative person in the world. “You got my good side also,” he would chuckle with a wink. The most fondest memory Taylor has of her and Newt is that they both would rest and lay upon the tall blades of grass. Laying next to each other but Newt was laying up and Taylor was laying down. Their heads were next to each other. Taylor would sing to Newt, making Newt feel at peace. He always liked her singing. Then would it would come of night Taylor would read the stars and tell him, “I see big things, for the both of us. Our lives will change Newt, you’ll see.” Then she would ask Newt, “if we did make it out of here Newt...where would you go?” Newt would take a while and Taylor would smile, “I’d love to go to the ocean, full of water and...stuff. Who knows?” Newt would look directly into Taylor’s eyes and nod, “I would go anywhere, as long as its with you.” Taylor would grin and give him a huge bear hug. “Don’t worry shank, we’ll get there. We’ll always get there and when we do, we’ll do it Newt, together.”
Taylor cried as she looked at Newt’s dying form. She collected herself and looked directly into his eyes, clasping him hand and running her finger through his hair. As the wind howls low in the night Taylor breathes in and out, (this song is called rainbow by kacey musgraves) “Oh tie up your bow, take off your coat and take a look around ” She starts singing, knowing Newt would love to hear the peaceful melody. His breathing starts to relax and he smiles, looking directly into her ocean blue eyes. He can’t utter a word but Taylor knows what he would say, “thats bloody good mate” or “wow Tay, to hear that come out of you is amazing, its like everything is possible.”
“Tay..” Thomas whispers, tears coming out more. The lyrics mean something so important to Taylor. Thomas nods and knows Newt, no, Newt deserves to go away peacefully.
“Everything is alright now” Taylor sings to him telling him he can let go, he can go now that they will be alright and he does not have to suffer or worry no more.
The lyrics mean to Taylor so much. This song is for Winston, Jessica...Chuck. All those who passed away for fighting for something they believed in.
“'Cause the sky is finally open, the rain and wind stopped blowin'
But you're stuck out in the same old storm again” Taylor means as she makes up the lyrics as she goes that the sky is opening to welcome Newt, so Newt can see his friends Newt can see Winsont, Jessica, and Chuck. He can play with them and tell them jokes and use his beautiful accent. Taylor starts to shed some more tears knowing she’ll never get to hear Newt say her name again, she’ll never hear his little comments about anything any more. She struggles to sing the other lines but she does it knowing they are important to Newt.
“Let go of your umbrella, darlin' I'm just tryin' to tell ya
That there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head
Yeah there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head” The umbrella means for Newt to let go, thats its okay for Newt to die. But the rainbow part means that his friends his family were always there for him and they will always be there for him and that they will always remember him. Then he’ll get to see so many rainbows where he’s going, he’ll get to play with them and be himself.
As Newt gives his last breath Taylor sings the last part, “It all be alright” Newt dies with his eyes open and Taylor closes them and kisses his cheek. “We’re gonna miss you Newt. Have fun my darling Newt...” Taylor and Thomas hug as they sob together. Brenda arrives but she is too late.
Thomas and Taylor go to WCKD and confront Ava. She keeps insisting that their ways are good. She is then killed by Janson who is infected. As Janson knocks Thomas out Taylor runs away and hides, following them. He takes Thomas to a lab where Teresa is ready to extract his blood. Janson tells though that he and WCKD are only truly interested in curing those whom they please, which results in Teresa turning on him.
Thomas and Janson fight, making Taylor follow them. Teresa sees Taylor and they look at each other knowing they have to save Thomas. They are all stuck in one room together. Thomas sees that Janson shot him in the gut. Taylor goes to Thomas and kisses his forehead telling him, “we’re gonna help.” Her and Teresa come up with a plan to distract Janson. As Teresa takes charge of the plan and Taylor goes to Thomas to help him out, Janson almost kills Teresa but Taylor and Thomas throw a chair into a lane of glass, releasing two turned workers. Those things kill Janson and with Taylor and Teresa assisting Thomas make it to the rooftop. The aircraft by Jorge and Vince await them there. Thomas helps Taylor get on board first and then Thomas leaving Teresa last. Teresa is about to get on with Taylor’s help as the building collapses, “no!” Taylor and Thomas scream as Taylor tries to grasp Teresa’s hand. Teresa falls to her death.
The group reunites with the immune and the right arm. They arrive at a safe haven that was revealed by Ava. Its where the rest of the population can live safely.
That night as Taylor sits by the ocean she feels a paper in her pocket. “What in the world?” She takes it out and unfold it revealing to be the picture that Taylor drew of Newt. “He kept it all this time?” Taylor whispered to herself as tears started to come out. She sees her drawing and as she turns it over she sees that Newt drew her a picture, its of them laying in the tall green grass, smiling and holding hands There is a note there and it says, “To my beautiful friend, you have made my life the best, you have made me feel nothing else but joy. For that I want you to live your life, go anywhere and start your adventures. Remember how I said I would go anywhere with you, well its still true. Wherever you are at this moment, I am there with you, you may not see it but its true. So have fun my beautiful Tay, thank you for having my back and for making me feel like I can do anything. You deserve all the best, I am so proud of you Taylor. Also, you were always my rainbow hanging over my head.” Taylor kissed the letter and dried her tears. “Thank you Newt,” she whispers as the waves crash lightly in the sand and the sun begins to go down.
Taylor goes to where they are carving the names of those who they lost and she pats Minho’s shoulder as he carves out Newt’s name. Taylor kisses her fingers and pats his name, she does the same when she sees Chuck’s and Winston’s name. She grabs the carving tools herself and carves out Jessica’s name, smiling when she finishes it.
Taylor goes to the group of the others and hugs them, hugging Minho, Frypan, Brenda, even Gally. “I wanted to say, thank you for all that you have done, Gally. I forgive you.” She pats Gally and Gally thanks her. “And I know Chuck forgives you as well.” Taylor says as she smiles. She takes her seat next to Brenda and Thomas arrives hugging everyone. Thomas sits next to Taylor and Taylor grabs his hand kissing it. Thomas smiles and kisses her on the lips.
He then kisses her forehead and whispers, “I love you so much Tay.”
Taylor chuckles and laces her fingers with his, “I love you more...my Thomas.”
20 Years from that
“Mommy, mommy, c’mon lets go see the fishies,” Taylor’s son called out to Taylor as she ran to him. Standing by the ocean was her husband, Thomas smiling. The others were there as well, there kids present.
“Wait up Newt! Mommy can’t go that fast!” Taylor chuckled as she ran to grasp her son’s hand and then her husbands. As they walk in the sunset the breeze is nice and cool and Taylor places a hand on her stomach, “I can’t wait to see you soon Chuck, mommy’s excited.” Thomas kisses his son and kisses her stomach and her forehead. “Daddy’s excited too, c’mon lets go see the ocean, I think there’s also a rainbow there.”
Taylor smiles and her family, the family that means everything to her, they walk away going on with more discoveries and more loving adventures.
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Black Girl Insert Series Masterlist
This is a masterlist for all of my stories in which the reader is described specifically as a black female. They will all be tagged bgis and are also on the full masterlist. Requests are open!
Love In A Coffee Shop -- Steve Rogers
Ballet Moves -- Bucky Barnes
Let's Hear It For The Boy series -- 1940s!Bucky Barnes
Fragile series-- Scott Summers x black!oc
Fever series -- Peter Parker
Dense -- Steve Harrington
Very Brave -- Liam Dunbar
As Old As Time series -- teen!Richie Tozier
Flower Child -- teen!Richie Tozier
Sweet Baby -- college!Sam Winchester
The Pepper-Raisin Scenario -- T'Challa Udaku
Pretty Girl series -- Erik Killmonger
Bad Mood -- Erik Killmonger
Missed You -- M'Baku
Lucky I Love You -- M'Baku
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When You Listen -- M'Baku
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Mr. and Mrs. Stevens
This is my submission for @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots Black Panther Anniversary/Valentines Fic Fest! Not sure if this fic goes with the theme of the fest and if its a bit....I don’t know, however I did a thing and that’s that on that!
Warnings: Violence, Language, Sexual Situations
Word Count: 4k
Erik Killmonger x Black!OC
Prompt: “Try not to get blood on your clothes. We have dinner reservations in half an hour.”
Her phone trills in her bra as she checks herself out in the mirror. The shift she picked up for a friend starts in 15 minutes and she hates when he calls beforehand.
Picking up the call she answers. “Hey Erik.”
“Wassup baby girl? You at work?” His voice carries extra loud in her ear and kind of scratchy.
“Yeah actually. So why are you calling?” She asks in annoyance while applying her lippie.
“Aww, now don’t be like that. You -- money tonight e--? So don’t trip!” His voice crackles in her ear.
She takes a step back to look over herself in the mirror, pushing her braids back and turning around to check her behind. “The only thing I’m tripping over is why you obviously aren’t using the new AirPods I got you last month? I can hear the 10.99 drugstore quality in my ear, it’s bringing down my mood.” A loud sniff interrupts her train of thought as she sees a brunette leaning over the rim of a sink with a rolled up dollar bill.
Erik tuts at her. “Come on, you know I’m a traditionalist when it comes to the audio experience! I gotta, I gotta have, you know, an immersive, like, surround sound type of thing and like, the cords help-”
She leans on the sink in front of her. “You lost one at the gym today huh? When I called you and you said ‘shit shit shit!’ that was you dropping my money down the drain, huh?”
“Your money? Since when is it your money only?” Erik asks out the side of his mouth.
A girl taps her on the arm, wiping her nostrils as she holds out the dollar bill with a line left on the sink. She shakes her head with a polite smile. “Since I been doing all the work here. These long nights, planning my own appointments, working these guys for tips with only my own damn wit, when they obviously want more!”
“Pssh, aight aight, calm down. You know I appreciate this. It’s OUR thing though, so don’t get your butt on your back with me. I know you nervous cuz a high roller comin in today.” Erik says calmly.
She picks up her bag and stuffs it in a locker, slamming it closed. “Yeah, it’s basically now or never, Erik. If I’m not what he’s looking for, he’s moving on and then we ain’t got shit!”
Erik shushes her softly. “Chill, trust me. You what he’s lookin for. Guys like him love bitches like-”
“You better be kind and rewind that for me!” She demands. Erik always slipping his tongue at the wrong times, ignorant self.
Erik laughs. “I don’t mean you! He likes ‘females’ like you. He studies them the most, you know? That better?”
She sighs, choosing to ignore the still derogatory term. “Fine. You just be here when it’s all said and done. I need you in times like this.”
“You do, huh? I need you too, if you wearin whatever was in that bag you packed. Shit looked tiny, so you ain’t covering much.”
She cackles out loud, her laugh bouncing off the walls of the room. “Shut UP! Don’t be silly right now!”
“Ain’t nuthin silly! WE ain’t playing, you feel me?” Erik says authoritatively.
She kicks her heel at the ground, biting her lip. “I might be in a mood to see my friend backstage tonight.”
“Oh, so you claiming this dick right now? Cuz, I thought this was MY dick! Since I put in all the work around here, getting hard, staying hard, breaking your fucking back so all you gotta do is take it and you can barely handle that-”
“Oh Erik, fuck on with that. Buh-bye!”
“You get it now? Be good, DeDe.”
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Johnny Rocket’s Adult Entertainment Club has a reputation for high profile clientele and catering to every kink imaginable. Politicians, celebrities, CEOs, and anyone with a 7 figure or more annual salary has the possibility of getting in any night, however the waiting list was 6 months back, minimum. If your name is powerful enough, you may receive a bump for the inconvenience, but there’s no way that list would move, as people kept looking for a chance to have an extravagant night inside.
One did not have to be looking for a touch from a stranger in order to enjoy themselves there, the club scene is just as hopping with exquisite seating, expensive liquors and miscellaneous party favors for the bold. Tonight, Johnny Rocket’s is packed wall to wall for a birthday party of the man who runs the Upper West Side of Las Papeleras, of that’s what he would call it. Mark Foley is the embodiment of greed; a shark tank businessman with a lust for power. His monopoly of the financial district kept his pockets running over and the local law enforcement’s lined to keep his shady dealings going at an accelerated rate.
His dealings started off with drug trades across the southern border of the United States, renting out the time of immigrants on the promise of Visa documents and safe keeping of their families on the road to citizenship. This was a messy business however, as many of his vulnerable employees would be caught shortly after a drop or killed for being intercepted to ensure the details of his operation remained unknown. It wouldn’t take much to cover his trail with his buddies in DC anyway. Even with a successful run, Foley would instruct his subordinates to drop off the grid, leaving his pushers high and dry until ICE came for them eventually.
But he was out of that game, now it is all about real estate. Foley knew exactly where to upstart businesses for friends and confidants that would make him the richest man in America.
“The rundown, dangerous, and poverty stricken neighborhoods are nestled so conveniently between downtown and the burbs. We just need to get those low lifes sucking off the teat of our taxpayer dollars to get off some extra dough, or get the fuck outta there.” Foley slurs his words, picking up his tumbler of 12 year old whiskey.
One of his associates respond, shaking his head. “Ahh, come on, Foley. Those people have been living there for so many fucking generations! How could you uproot them like that, changing there way of life at the drop of a hat like that? Where’s your heart?”
Foley blinks his eyes a couple of times, staring at his acquaintance from across the room for what seemed like hours. The flashing, multi-colored lights of the club blur his vision as the bass of A$AP Rocky pounds at their temples.
“Really?” Foley asks loudly over the music, frozen with his drink in his hand.
The man laughs out loud, banging the back of the couch as he leans his head back in blissful humor. “Fuck no! I’m just fucking with you Foley, come on!” He boasts, picking up a bottle of whiskey, clanging it against Foley’s glass.
Foley shakes as his hoarse laugh builds in his gut. “Ohh, man, you had me going there for a second! You can’t joke like that with me man, you’re still on probation with me.”
The associate combs his hair out of his face, adjusting his tailored, chocolate suede jacket. “Let me have some fun, huh? Anyway, you know what to do. Call up Johnson to get in touch with Hesson about his eminent domain clause on the block, and kick those sons of bitches out on the concrete. They’ll find a way, roaches never die, you know? They just skedaddle on to a new nest to infest.”
Foley lights up a cigar, pointing it his way. “Exactly. I consider this motivation to do better for themselves. Hell, once I clean up the pigsty, they can bring their credit score and occupation info, if they have one, and make a deposit with 6 months rent to settle in to the swanky new digs I transform those rat traps from!”
A waitress comes over in a leather miniskirt and thigh high boots with a fringed crop top that rests off her shoulder. Half of her braids are bound on top of her head, with the rest cascading down her back. Even in the dark room and the intensity of the strobing lights, her melanin shown beautifully rich, bringing the table to her full attention.
“Can I get you gentlemen another round?” Her voice said with a sultry timbre, leaning forward to pick up bottle and adjoining glasses. Some of her braids fall in the face of a hypnotized Foley who reached his thick hands through them, sniffing.
“Mmm, if you mean the juice, that’s not what I need another round of, sugar.” Foley says wagging his eyebrows.
She looks over at him, pulling her braids back and out of his hands. “You are Mark Foley, correct?”
He nods slowly, mouth half hanging open. “I like the way you say my name, doll.”
“My name is Sade. Your friend here made arrangements for us to...get to know each other a little better…” Sade bites her lip, using her almond shaped eyes to invite Foley into the possibility.
He didn’t need too much convincing as he clapped his hands looking over at his associate. “You sly dog! You planned this for me?”
He shrugs. “Nothing but the best, for the man who holds my old hood in his hands.” Raising the bottle up again in solidarity, Foley springs up out of the booth, grabbing Sade by the waist.
“This EXACTLY what I need! Let’s not delay, drop those glasses at the bar and let’s boogie!” Foley exclaims, leading Sade along and leaving his associate with the bill.
Foley’s hands were lit up over Sade’s body, feeling her soft and firm portions of her body with no shame as she led him to the quieter, private rooms in the bottom level of the club. A black door marked with the number 8 in gold is where Sade took them before pausing to turn around and face him, snapping her fingers to regain his sober attention.
“Once we cross this threshold, you will need to behave yourself. I won’t ask you again, otherwise consequences will be set.” She says calmly.
Foley looks around the hallway, rubbing his hands together before whispering. “Whatever you say, mistress. I am at your command.” His Dad-bod practically vibrated with excitement as she opened the door. As it closed with a clang, Foley peers around to inspect the various chains, harnesses, chairs with binding mechanisms that decorated the room.
“Whew, this is-”
“SHUT UP!” Sade yelled with a crack of a whip. Foley turned around quickly in shock.
“Sade, I wasn’t-”
“Are you speaking out of turn after an order?” Sade snarls. In the midst of Foley looking around the room, she has put on a black lace mask covering her face and a nine tailed whip in one hand with ropes in the other.
Foley shakes his head excitedly. “My apologies!”
“Turn around and get on your knees.” Sade says walking around the perimeter of the room like a lioness tracking her prey. Foley does as he is told, fitting the profile of sub perfectly as he avoids eye contact.
“You are a stupid, worm-grubbing quim aren’t you?” Sade says matter of factly, playing with the nine-tails in front of him.
Foley nods aggressively.
“ANSWER ME! Don’t you have a tongue?!” Sade demands, this time cracking the whip across Foley’s arm.
He shrieks. “Agh! Yes! Yes mistress, I am! I do!”
“Hm, we’ll see about that later...Do you have a problem with authority?” Foley stammers, not sure how to answer. “A man of such wealth and status must know a thing or two about breaking rules….Are you going to break mine?”
“No mistress. I’ll listen to every word!”
Sade puts her heel into his chest, leaning against him on her knee as she speaks in his face. “Have you ever let a Black person tell you what to do?”
Once again, Foley is at a loss for words as Sade runs a gloved hand through his thin, short strands of hair, before bringing the palm of her hand square across his cheek with a hard SLAP.
“That ends today. Tell me Black Lives Matter.” Sade commands with a dig of her heel that makes him wince.
“Ahh, Bl-Black Lives Matter.” Foley says hesitantly.
Sade takes her foot off of him before cracking the whip on him again. “LOUDER!”
“Black Lives Matter! Thank God, they matter!” Foley says more enthusiastically.
Sade looks him over with disgust. “Take off your clothes as you recite every Black person you know that has contributed to the fabric of our nation. Go!”
Foley starts with the buttons on his jacket and an ode to Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr. (Sade had to whip him for leaving off the Jr.) getting down to his briefs before stuttering on names, giving up before after he said Bill Cosby, holding his hands in front of his manhood.
“It’s not cold, put your hands down!” Sade demanded.
He does do quickly, looking embarrassed at the small protrusion he can’t seem to control.
Sade shakes her hand tutting him. “I’m glad you’re having fun. It’s a shame though, how little you know. The American private school system really failed you. However I am in a generous mood and have every intention on catching you up to speed. With a little help from a friend.”
On cue, the door opens and in walks his associate.
Foley protests. “Whoa, hey, this may have been incorrect info you got. I’m not into THAT.”
Sade grips his hair at the root. “Have my boot as a snack while the adults talk.” Stomping her foot in front of him, Foley bends down on the concrete floor to kiss and lick her shoe.
Sade sighs, wiping her brow. “Babysitting is so hard. What took you so long Erik?”
He unbuttons his jacket sighing. “His fucking card wouldn’t go through upstairs. So this muthafucka owe me his life and some change now.”
Erik picks up Foley’s pants, ruffling through his pockets for his wallet.
“Whoa, bro, what are you doing? You aren’t a part of this!” Foley says.
Sade was not pleased with this interruption, bringing her boot around to land it squarely with his chin. The crack of the impact echoed in the room as Foley flopped on his back, writhing in pain.
“What...the….FUCK!” He yells out, blood starting to coat his fingers.
“Damn, Sade!” Erik exclaimed, staring at his girl.
Sade inspects her boot. “Shit, he got a damn scuff in it, now I’m really pissed. Tie his ass up so we can move on.”
Erik handles Foley like a ragdoll, turning him over and using Sade’s ropes to tie his hands behind his back.
“You fucking niggers don’t know who you’re dealing with!” Foley says through clenched teeth.
Erik pulls him up by his arms over to a part of the wall with a collar and chain attached to it. Turning Foley around, he hooks his neck up to the contraption.
“You really want them to be your last words, bitch ass cunt?” Erik says, tightening the collar on the last possible notch. “Gotta use they language to get to em sometimes.” Erik says to Sade.
Foley laughs nervously as tears fill his eyes. “I could make you rich, man. Get your mom out the ghetto. You got any siblings? You could take them anywhere! I’ll turn your life around in ways you never seen, just let me out of here with this bitch!”
Sade sits on a stool trying to buff out the mark on her shoe. “Erik, his voice is annoying me…” She says in a sing-songy manner.
Erik pulls out Foley’s phone from his pants pocket, holding it up to his face to unlock it.
“Fuck! I shoulda known that facial unlock would bite me in the ass.”
Erik opens his camera to take some pictures. “Aww, shit! You finna be the Belle of the Ball once these circulate through your contacts. No way your bros at the Capitol can clean this mess up.” Erik laughs, showing the gallery to Foley, who is whining for mercy.
“Come on! Don’t do this! Let’s talk this over! You need some money? Let me give you something something, and we can work this out. No harm no foul!”
“Give him your bank login, we’ll handle the rest.” Sade instructs from across the room.”
Foley shifts, blinking the sweat out of his eyes. “I-I mean, you don’t wanna give me a figure first-”
Erik sends a strong blow to Foley’s gut, knocking the wind and dignity out of him.
“O...k…” Foley rasps as he coughs through his username and password for Erik to set up a transfer.
“Thanks for the paycheck, bro.” Erik, takes some leather gloves off of a table, sliding them, flexing his fingers. “No way in hell you can help me while you still got breath in your body. And ain’t shit you can do for me. That neighborhood you wanna run over so fuckin bad ain’t yours to take. White folks can’t never miss out on a land deal, fuckin colonizers.”
Foley struggled against his bindings, becoming agitated. “I am providing a service! Something that will make their world better!”
Erik punches the wall next to his head, cracking the concrete. “A world you ain’t got no plan to let them in? They already got a place to stay, and you want them outta there cuz the living is too cheap and they barely affording that. So instead of working for them, you’re just gonna build shit that they can’t afford, segregating them even more until they gotta leave. Turning half the shit into fucking parking lots any damn way.”
Foley breathes heavily, swallowing hard. “It’s so disappointing to hear you settling for less, bro. It really is…”
Sade comes up behind Erik, handing him a club and brass knuckles.
“I don’t need that shit, I got this.” Erik insists with a wink.
Sade rolls her eyes. “Try not to get blood on your clothes. We have dinner reservations in an hour.”
As Erik takes off his jacket and dress shirt. Foley says, “Aye, what was it you said before? Roaches always surviving? What’s it to you when they’ll find another hole to crawl into? Making babies and killing themselves, it’s the circle of life. I'm just tired of seeing your Black asses fucking with my city.”
Erik reaches behind his back near his waistband to swiftly take take out his military issue knife, grabbing Foley by his neck, slamming his head into the wall. As Foley neck folds sheath his hand, Erik brings the knife slowly to his eye socket as Foley closes his eyelids tightly. That only makes the process more messy as he screams in excruciating pain while Erik skillfully gouges him.
“There. Now you aint gotta see shit. That better?” Sade says, walking away at this point when all she heard was the pounding of Erik’s fist in bone. Foley’s feebled cries in pain didn’t last long when Erik socked him in his mouth, making him swallow his own teeth. Sounded as if he even indulged in the knuckles and the club after all, as he dared Foley to say something again, until it was impossible to do so Sade sat in her seat, reviewing her manicure as the cacophony of pounds into Foley’s body turned soft.
Erik’s breathing was the only thing left as he made his way back over to Sade with a wild nature in his eyes, and blood coating his knuckles and face.
“Ohhh, look at you! You’re never careful when I ask you to!” Sade scolds him as she pulls out a handkerchief and water, wiping down his hands.
“You know how I get carried away in the moment.” Erik says, voice gravelly as he stares at Sade.
Sade finishes off his hands, reaching for his face to clean. “Mhm, I know. Lucky for you, I brought a spare undershirt to change. What about your pants…” Sade brushed some dust near his crotch, feeling his dick twitch under her touch. “That is enough! I’m not cancelling this dinner. It's been weeks in the making!”
Erik bites his lip, leaning over Sade as she digs through her bag. “You blaming me when you out here dressed like that, kicking white folks in the face and not expecting me to wanna fuck you for that?”
Sade reaches for the collar of his shirt, tearing it halfway off his him with a blade between her teeth. She takes it and aims it over his chest. “You know how we celebrate…”
Applying pressure, she drags it slowly across his skin, red liquid bubbling along the length of the cut as Erik seethed. The satisfying release of his skin allowing the penetration of her blade made her breath hitch in her chest. “We got another one, we mark the occasion. Without him contacting his people in DC, no way they can settle a vote to gentrify now.”
Sade runs her thumb along the blood trickling out, wiping it clean before bring her face in his chest to lick his wound. The soft, muskiness of his skin is too tempting for her to let go as she caresses his chest.
Erik sighs deeply, taking one hand to grab her ass and the other wraps her braids around its knuckles pulling her face back as he devours her mouth hungrily. Erik lifts her up and onto a nearby table with a thud, pulling her skirt up to her waist as she reaches to free him from his trousers.
“Ooh, dont make me scar your back up now. This is lucky number 57?” Sade chuckles as Erik brings ankles to his shoulders, leaning over her.
The way Erik looks at her, one might think she was his sworn enemy. But this is Erik’s favorite time with Sade. Not just fucking, but taking out white folks that aren’t doing shit for anyone but themselves, leaving a trail of dead brown and black bodies behind them. Doing this vigilante justice together never got old.
“Try me. And a lot more to come.” Erik promises as Sade kisses his keloid riddled arm, biting down once he entered her.
Sade peppered Erik with affection as they fucked. Their roles easily switched from business to pleasure. Sade being the brains behind most of the operations, and Erik being the muscle, all he needed was to be told where to go and he had the rest. But as lovers, Erik took control of her, and she needed that change of pace.
As Erik reaches for her throat, he put his weight on her, lapping at her neck as he digs her out desperately. Sade gasped with each stroke he dropped inside of her, seeing stars as her breath quickened. Her head fell to one side as she got a full view of the damage Erik did to Foley’s body. The bruising, the bone jutting from his skin, blood pooling near his collapsed skull was all too much for Sade. She came so hard, Erik nearly slipped in her wetness flooding between them, tightening up on Erik until he contributed his own fluids to their celebration.
Erik lays still on top of her panting. “How much time left we got on the room?”
Sade rubs his back, still smooth but hopefully not for long once they continue their mission. “45 minutes.” She smacks his shoulders, willing him to roll off of her. “You’re cleaning up by yourself this time. Your dick is making me miss dinner, I’ve suffered enough.”
Erik laughs slow and deeply as he rubs his face, satisfied all the same. “You need a mop-iana?”
RagTag (it’s been so long since I wrote, I’m forgetting who likes to be tagged)
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Traveler
Erik Killmonger x Calantha Morrison
Warning: violence, some cursing, erik being erik
Specifics: fluff, angst, adventure, action, one-shot, pictures, gifs, aesthetics, 500 followers competition, oc,
People: Erik Killmonger, (oc) Calantha Morrison, Nakia, T’Challa, Shuri, Ego
Words: 7,239 (omg this is way to long im so srry)
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Requested: By @dreamsofwhiteandblack Erik Killmonger x Female OC, she has long dark blonde hair and green eyes, she is thin but strong and although she looks like a normal girl she is very good with weapons and brave. Her name is Calantha and she is 25 years old, Ego's daughter and sister of Star-Lord (Peter Quill). She is a traveler who saved Nakia from danger a few times and since then they are best friends and she is the only one who knows the true power of Calantha. But Erik can also feel that there is something special in her that's why he approaches her.
Authors Note: im srry this took so long! im so sad to hear the news of one of my fav people stan lee, he was a beautiful soul. he truly was! i do this new thing now where i put a page divider cuz i just thought they look nice. just want to thank rach and everyone for participating in my 500 followers competition, i do one every time i get 100 more followers. so keep checking my page cuz u never know when the competition will come up u could be the next winner! thank u so much for requesting and btw this is my first time writing erik so i hope his personality is good.
previous oc story for my 400 followers: Zach Dempsey x oc Davina Jensen
Ever since the beginning, I’ve always known I was different. Very different from others.
To know Calantha’s father was Ego was not easy. She always felt he had a strange presence lurking when she was with him. And her mother, unknown. All she knew was that she must of been some type of alien creature because her, herself felt that way.
She nodded to the music blaring in her blue ship. The song was to her a great oldie, “Bruce Channel- Hey Baby.” She swayed her hips while looking at the controls of the monitor. Singing as well, and twirling her hair.
She left the ship in auto pilot and inspected the items she kept with her from her last mission. She had placed the things in a light brown traveler bag. Upon opening the bag she realizes some of the children from the planet gave her gift.
“Awww how sweet!” She gushed, putting her hand to her heart.
Calantha was a traveler, and a good one at that. She would travel to little places such as all over the world, to all over different planets of the galaxy. She would study their traditions, culture, their life. It just made her curiosity of life more vast. She also would go and travel all over if the area or planet was in trouble. For example like the planet she was just on, it is called Achernon (its actually a real marvel planet). One of the Achernonians was evil, his name was Brahl. Calantha had arrived to the planet to save them.
Calantha stared at the items and shook her head, “they will never realize it was really me.”
Calantha just 25 learned of her powers when she was young. She could shape shift into either any animal, or any person. At first knowing these powers made everything amazing, made everything seem more in reach to her. But there was a downside, there is always a downside to everything. She could never show her true self. Calantha did not want others to know about her power. So as she entered into new planets she would shape shift into looking like their kind.
Calantha was transformed into looking like an Achernonian. She learned the peoples ways, but now it was time to go back and situate herself into either another planet or somewhere.
Calantha smiled to herself knowing she made an impact on the planet she went to previously. She stood up, stretching, preparing herself for a while of a trip. She stripped herself from the clothing of the Achernonians and put on her comfortable clothes, a black shirt, black leather jacket, black ripped jeans, and adidas.
“Ahh now this is more like it,” she moaned, grabbing a snack and drink. As she went to the cupboard in her ship she saw a picture. It was a picture of her with some of her friends. They were by an ice cream shop in Japan, this was way back in the 60s. Hugging, smiling, having a great time. It was back then, back then when life was good, when life meant something. Calantha stared at it wishingly, darkly, knowing life would never be the same. She shook her head and muttered under her breath. Calantha was immortal, most of her family or friends have passed. She was now left alone to fight for those who could fight no longer. “Those were the good old days.” She whispered almost as if whispering to the photo.
Calantha looked on her octagon shaped table in the middle of her spaceship. She bought or more like traded all her possessions just for the ship. Her spaceship meant everything to her, it was all she had. Calantha picked up her handgun and placed it in her weapon belt. She then walked to her stereo and turned it off, wanting some peace and quiet. Next, she picked up her books of mythology. “The greatest mysteries of the world,” she read aloud. She carefully placed her snacks in cup holders and sat on the captains seat, the seat that controlled the whole spaceship, she sat on it sideways. Opening her book she allowed herself to become captured by the words and facts about Greek gods, and history about the world.
“Wow, this is neat stuff,” knowledge entered into her mind, with one swift movement of the light weight page she was onto another adventure. She subconsciously grabbed her snack and after one bite started to drink her beverage.
Just then the monitor on her ship started beeping. Calantha curiously placed her books down and pressed the answer button on the screen.
“Hello?” She asked without no hesitation.
“Calantha, oh good, I’m so glad to hear from you.”
“Nakia? Whats wrong?”
Calantha scooted closer to the monitor. Calantha’s best friend was Nakia, the lover of King T’Challa, of Wakanda. She had saved Nakia back then when Calantha came to explore Wakanda. There was another incident with the War Dogs and Calantha was there to protect Nakia.
Nakia started to cry, making Calantha worry even more. “Nakia please tell me! What happened?”
“T’Challa, he was...killed...in ritual combat.”
Calantha shook her head and placed her palm on her forehead, shocked from the news, “you mean to tell me that T’Challa is no longer-”
“King? No.” Nakia cried some more and Calantha could hear her breaths she was taking. Big ones but short.
“Then,” Calantha started, “who is?”
“A man named Erik Stevens, he’s a mercenary nicknamed Killmonger. His father was...his father was the brother of King T’Chaka. He wants to send vibranium to all over the world.”
“So that would make him the rightful owner of the throne,” Calantha said, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“Yes but Calantha he is very bad, very evil, selfish. He is not fit to be King, he will never be my King. Wakanda needs your help, I need your help again ngumhlobo (friend).”
Calantha chuckled and nodded her head, “And you know I will always be there for you. I will see you soon Nakia.” Calantha declined the call and climbed out of her chair. She walked to her map of different planets and the map of the whole world. She bit her lip and placed a thumb tack on the world map where it said Wakanda.
Calantha nodded her head and ran to her steering of the space ship. “Next stop, Wakanda.” Putting her hand on the blasters she quickly makes her way to her destination.
“Okay Nakia, I’m outside.” Calantha spoke through the microphone that connected her and Nakia. She awaited for the okay inside a truck. Wearing her all black, one piece outfit she sat in the vehicle waiting.
As Calantha stared at the entrance she saw Nakia sprint towards her. Nakia entered the vehicle with a squeal.
“Hello Calantha, it has been too long. I feel bad we have to meet on such circumstances.”
Calantha shrugged and giggled, “I missed you too girl! I should have come to visit, I have just been so busy. I’m glad to see you.”
Nakia embraced Calantha and patted her back. “So whats the plan?”
“Well I was thinking I can go in secretly, in a disguise.”
“What do you have in mind?”
Calantha gave her best friend a smirk and turned into a Wakandan male. “How does this look? Do you think they would know its me?”
“I still can’t believe you can do that. Even your voice changes! Man I wish I had your power, it can come handy in a lot of occasions.”
Calantha turned back into her normal self, “So I’ll go in like this. My history will be that I am some type of-”
“Farmer?” Nakia suggested, putting her finger to her lip in thought.
“Yeah farmer, and I came to help with this Erik. We need to get a better understanding of him. If I can inch closer to him and see what his deal is with Wakanda then maybe, I can take him down for good.”
“You literally sound like a bad as* when you say your plans,” Nakia bit her lip but her face fell in sadness.
‘Whats wrong Nakia?”
“I just miss T’Challa. I just hope we can take Erik down.”
Calantha placed a reassuring hand on her back, “We will take him down, Erik will not be King. Not on my watch.”
Nakia sat up straight and wiped her tears away, “you’re right. We are gonna do this.”
Calantha shape shifted into the male and nodded, “we are gonna do this!”
Stepping out of the vehicle with a light skip in her step she makes it with Nakia through Wakanda.
“Our meet up location will be far away into the country of Wakanda, got it? More towards the border.”
She nodded towards Nakia, “got it.”
“Well good luck my friend.”
Upon seeing the throne her anger boiled within her.
“Your majesty,” Calantha says in her disguise. “I have a gift for you.”
As those words came out of her mouth the culprit, the man who thinks he can take Wakanda away, turned around. He walked right up to her with a look of a predator.
“What do you want fool? Can’t you see I’m workin here?”
Upon seeing his face Calantha’s face froze. She did not expect for him to be that handsome. “Aww why do all the good lookin boys gotta be bad?” Calantha thought in her head.
She looked him down and up, “My apologizes, I was wanting to make a feast for you and any of your guest. I want your kingship to be honorable and memorable, so please as a gift let me do this.” Calantha almost felt like her mouth was not even hers. She kept that anger she had deep down so as not to ruin the mission. Everyone around the room had their mouths open in shock or their jaws clenched in anger.
Erik looked all over her, his presence seeming threatening.
“Lets talk somewhere a little more, private. Y’all don’t disturb us.”
Erik lead her outside where the sun was still shining and the breeze felt nice. Down below were people working and talking, going about their day.
“Who are you really? Hmm?”
Calantha chuckled, “I have already told you. I am a simple farmer, I have lived on the border all my life. All I want is to make a dinner for you. Our King.” Her plan was to entice him, reel him in and then the last second when he is not looking Calantha will take care of him and make sure he is not a nuisance again. She awaited for his answer.
Nakia had put, from Shuri, a hidden camera inside your outfit. It was staring directly right at Erik.
“Alright then, do what you gotta do,” Erik called to her, shrugging and leaving.
Calantha quickly placed her hand on his arm. “Is there any dish you specifically want?”
That touch made Erik curious about who Calantha was. He took her hand off his arm and gave her a mean look. “Do whatever y’all do over there. I’m fine with anything.”
Calantha nodded her head. Erik stood there, eyeing her. “So do you got a name?”
Her eyes went back and forth, her brain searching for an answer. “Yes. My name is-”
Suddenly, two guards came in with some important duties that Erik had to attend. Erik left her in a state of fear and unknown.
Calantha quickly wiped her brow. She was indeed scared, but why?
“Did you get all that?” Calantha asked as she entered the secret building Nakia was in. She quickly transformed into herself.
“Yep, clean and solid. What name were you gonna come up with?” Nakia raised a brow at Calantha.
Calantha stumbled over her words, “I was going to say something. I am very good at making up things on the spot.”
Nakia laughed and Calantha twirled her dark blonde hair between her fingers, concentrating. She put the camera in the system and gave the first encounter a look over. “This is good,” Calantha said as she walked back and forth, a forefinger resting upon her bottom lip. “If I can just get more of trusting relationship with him then for sure I can get him into our grasps.”
“It wont be easy, you know? Erik is surrounded by many guards and the Dora Milaje. You might not get out alive,” Nakia sounded worried. Calantha pushed those worry's aside. “If I make it out great if I don’t then, oh well, I don’t have family and anybody in my life so its not like its a waste.”
Nakia gave her a saddened look. Calantha looked down sad, “right! So I’m gonna go, look through town and see if I can get us any food.”
Nakia nodded and gave her a hug goodbye.
Calantha walked out in a Wakandan outfit. The clothing was beautiful, all the colors, shapes, the stitching, it made the clothes look like a masterpiece.
She walked out putting sunglasses on, her hair swaying with the breeze. Looking magical and as if it were to take her away, far away from any of the worlds. To a place unimaginable.
As she was looking down while walking she accidentally bumped into someone.
“Hold on there baby, you okay?” Said a familiar voice. Calantha looked up, her green eyes bugging out. She placed her sun glasses closer to her face. “Hey,” said that voice. “I ain’t never seen you here before?” It was Erik Killmonger. The new King.
Calantha picked herself up and dusted her clothes, “yeah you ain’t ever seen me around cause I don’t want you to. Sorry.” Calantha wanted to get away from him. She didn’t approve of his attitude and before she would do something she regretted she left him shocked.
“Oooh she a feisty one,” Erik said to himself. Calantha turned a corner, looking back she spotted no one following her. “Phew, that was a close one.”
She kept walking forward but unknown to her someone was following her.
As she made it to the waterfall she breathed in the air. The rich soil of Wakanda wafted through her nose. It smelled of pure nature. Again she looked behind her. No one. “Good,” she thought as she took off her shades and her clothes off. Nobody would come here surely. She took her clothes off and was left in her bra and panties.
On the edge of the cliff she gently pushed herself off the rock and with a splash landed in the cold, clear water. “Ahh this feels so good,” she groaned.
“Can I join?”
Calantha quickly looked back and with a surprised face saw Erik.
“What the hel*!” She shouted, rushing on out of the water to grab her clothes. As she was about to grab them Erik had already gotten a hold of them. “Whats the matter baby girl?”
She tried to cover herself up the best way possible. “I want my stuff.” She went to grab for it again but Erik clutched her arm. So now her face was staring directly into his. Her green eyes seemed sweet but also menacing. She stared at him, her skin glowing with the sun. She looked like a goddess in Erik’s eyes. Oh no, Erik was falling, falling for a stranger.
“Dam* girl,” he muttered under his breath.
“For god’s sake did you follow me?” Calantha pulled her arm out of his grip.
Erik shrugged, “maybe.”
Calantha rubbed her temples, “fine I’ll leave here this way. Enjoy the water...alone!”
As Calantha was about to walk away Erik grabbed her waist making her become very close to him. His lips went to her ear and he breathed out, “I don’t think you wanna do that. See some of the creeps here will rip you apart like you ain’t nothing. I’m just tryin to protect ya.”
Calantha blushed at his actions and unwrapped herself from his grip. “I think I can handle myself Mr. Savior. You have never seen me rip apart somebody.” Calantha then walked up to Erik and went to his ears and whispered, “and trust me, its not pretty.” Just then a breeze came in and made Calantha shiver, she tried to cover her bare arms.
Erik bit his lips and threw her clothes on the rock. “You want your clothes? Let me swim with ya.”
Calantha gave Erik a glare and then entered into the water again, she swam away.
Erik then started to remove his clothing.
(i legit stared at this gif for like a total of 10 minutes now i look like a creep)
Erik saw though that Calantha was staring at him from the corner of her eyes.
“Like what you see?”
Calantha turned to his attention when he walked in the water. “What are those?” She asked, pointing to the markings on his skin.
Erik looked down and smirked, “for all my kills.”
Calantha nodded, “Well, seems like you killed a lot. Did they hurt you?”
Erik felt the temperature of the water, enjoying the movement of it. “Nah, did this to myself. Ain’t a lot things these days that can hurt me anymore.”
Calantha understood that completely. “I totally get it. When you don’t got no one it gets easier. No one can hurt me now.”
“Why what happened to you?”
Calantha stared into the water, feeling the sadness creep up on her. “Its complicated. Sometimes I feel that life finds away to make your existence a living hel*.”
“Dam* thats dark as hel*. But thats how I felt.”
She bit her lip and swam away but said, “Life is dark.” She then swam away under the waterfall. As she went her hair got wet and her face was splashed with the cool, clear water. Calantha didn’t know this but Erik was staring at her. His heart, unknown to him, was beating fast, and pounding like a drum. The elegance and beauty he saw when she went behind the waterfall made him want her more.
Calantha pushed her hair back and just tried to enjoy the time she had being in the waterfall. She would have to get out soon, seeing that it was already getting dark. She did not want Erik to get any ideas of who she was, then it would ruin the whole mission. Calantha looked through the waterfall to see if Erik was still there but he was gone!
“Where did that idiot run off to? Fine, at least this gives me time to go-”
“So you ever gonna tell me your name?” Erik asked, his face only a few centimeters apart from Calantha’s.
She jumped and almost drowned but Erik caught her in his arms. “You okay there baby?”
Calantha gave him a look of annoyance. His arms felt so strong to her. Like they could lift any weight. They were powerful, almost like brick solid.
“What are you doing to yourself Calantha. Stop paying attention to him! This is the guy you’re trying to take down, remember?” She scolded herself in her head. Erik started to rub softly her legs and give her a face of god a face that was so handsome! He was biting his plump, juicy lips, awaiting her answer.
Calantha got out of his grip before the encounter went sideways. “Hey can I ask you a question? Do you call all your girls baby, baby girl, or just the mysterious ones?”
“Only the beautiful ones, besides I didn’t get your name,” Erik seemed flirting with her. Winking at the end of his sentence.
“Fine, those pet names are fine...I guess,” Calantha rubbed her arm sheepishly and started blushing. She felt this was not fair! Never had a man done this to her, she was a strong, independent woman and now Erik was screwing that whole idea up. Erik saw Calantha unsure, he came in closer with a pure face of knowing. Calantha put her hand out to stop him, “well this was nice but I think I should be leaving now, have fun.” She quickly got out of the water and tried to dry herself the best way possible. While getting out Erik looked at her, biting his lip and cursing under his breath at the sight he saw.
Calantha grabbed her clothes and put them on quickly.
“Wait!” Erik said, getting out the water as well.
“Give me a break,” Calantha muttered under her breath. She turned around and saw Erik running to her in all his glory. His chest glistened from the water.
“Let me take you out to dinner. Treat you.”
She rolled her eyes and combed her hair with her fingers. “No Erik, I got stuff to do.”
“I don’t usually do this to girls so you’d be the first. Just please let me take you out and show you Wakanda. I know the best part of these streets.”
“And if I keep saying no?”
Erik walked up to Calantha and raised his brows, “well then I guess you don’t get to go with a King, and I may follow you. So its your choice.”
Erik waited for her answer, patiently, while she grumbled and whined in annoyance. She could not have it that Erik follow her.
“Fine,” she gave in, rolling her eyes.
Walking the streets of Wakanda, Calantha made sure to have an eye open for Erik. She had a thought, she too this way could get close to him and figure out whats his deal is with Wakanda.
Calantha was not going to lie to herself though. She did have a fun time with him. Its been a while since Calantha spent some quality time with someone, let alone a man. She felt confident and for a short time she pretended that it was a date. She pretended that she didn’t have to take Erik down, just for a couple of hours she wanted to live a fantasy.
They both were in a middle of a conversation about the time she went to Spain with her friends.
“Okay so what did y’all tell your friend?” Erik asked sipping on a Wakandan drink. Both of them went to go have dinner and Calantha was surprised at herself. She was more talkative then ever. She was laughing and enjoying her time with Erik. They were together for hours. She told things to Erik that she had never told to anyone. It felt good.
“Well me and my friends ended up dragging her drunk as* out of the restaurant and everyone was looking at us and just probably thinking we were crazy. Those were the good times though.” Calantha sipped her drink, lightly bumping into Erik. She looked down trying not to make a show but Erik saw her expression.
“What happened to your friends?”
Calantha pushed her hair back and gave her attention to Erik, “They all have passed. I’m the only one who hasn’t. Sometimes I wish I could change that. But I really do not have anyone. I am all alone.”
Erik looked at her guilty, he felt bad for her. “I know how you feel. When my pop’s died I felt that way, I still feel that way. What hurts more I think is that you see and know that some people deserve the worst, and yet they don’t get shi*. You know what I mean.”
Calantha just nodded knowing what he meant by that. She had read about and heard about Erik’s life and why he was so angry with the world.
“Sometimes though we need to let go in order to keep living. We need to let go of the past to open the door to the future. At least that’s what I think. Sorry I know you’re probably bothered or weirded out by my philosophical talking.”
Erik shook his head and sipped his drink, “nah its cool, I get it.”
Calantha then started shivering, her arms wrapped around herself trying to stay warm. “Man its chilly tonight. Should of brought a stupid jacket.”
“Hey, here, look, take mine,” Erik offered taking off his long, black, kingly robe.
“Oh I shouldn't, you’ll be cold as well now.” Calantha pushed the black robe to him.
“Baby, just take it. You see my muscles? I am always heated up, especially when I look at you.”
“Good one,” she rolled her eyes, grabbing the robe and putting it on. “Thanks.”
Erik just nodded and sipped his drink some more. Calantha hated herself in that moment. The robe smelled just like him. It was rough, manly, a little bit cologne. It made goosebumps run down her whole body. She felt she was getting high off the smell, it was truly intoxicating.
That night Erik and Calantha stayed out late, they laughed, joked, flirted with each other. Calantha was happy, but she didn’t know why? Was it because this makes their relationship closer and now she can get to him easier? Or is it because she genuinely was having a good time with him? She felt herself slipping away bit by bit. They both were a mystery for each other yet they spent time together like they’ve known each other for years.
Calantha then paused at a random house and stood still, “well this is me. Hope you have a good night, and next time don’t force someone to go out with you.”
Erik laughed and scratched his head, “will I see you again?”
Calantha shrugged, “probably not, I’ve got work to do and to be honest you kinda annoy me a little.” She shrugged the robe off and gave it to him. Calantha gave him a smirk while Erik laughed at her statement. “Girl you know you wanted to go out with me. Just say it. I’m gonna count that as a I will see you soon.”
“Bye Erik,” Calantha chuckled closing the door. As she saw Erik leave she turned into a Wakandan female just to leave the area and go to Nakia.
Calantha was truly falling for Erik. She spent every morning with him as the Wakandan male, preparing his feast. Then Erik would try to find Calantha transformed into herself everyday and surely enough he would find her. She did not want to be with him, she did not accept how selfish he was. For gods sake he killed King T’Challa! That thought made Calantha smirk in success, for she was getting closer and closer with him and she was gaining his trust. Calantha was going to take him down, once and for all.
But Nakia was worried, every time Calantha would come home from the mission Nakia saw the lovesick grin on Calantha’s face. She and Calantha had many fights on why Calantha should not see Erik anymore. But Calantha would just brush off the fact that she did find Erik interesting and had a liking to him.
The feast was the next day. Calantha had to get everything prepared and ready for that day. She was transformed into the male and getting everything ready for the day when she would have to take down Erik.
“Aye man,” Erik came in the room. “Hows it goin?”
She nodded her head, “its coming around. The feast should be ready by tomorrow night.”
“Good I was hoping that, you know. Hey, can you leave a seat next to my chair empty with like a lil v.i.p paper on there or something, I’m gon invite someone important to this feast.”
Calantha felt her heart sink in her chest. Someone? “Oh really, well may I ask who is it.”
Erik looked out the window and smiled, “its a girl, and the funny thing is hel* I don’t even know her name.”
Calantha felt terrible, what did she expect though? He has moved on, it was better this way. Calantha felt tears running down her face. She turned around, “excuse me I have something in my eye.” She then ran away with Erik still talking. Erik looked back and saw that Calantha wasn’t there, he ran after her or who he thought was a man.
She sat there and transformed into her true self. She stood by the wall, trying to hold herself together, but the tears were unstoppable.
“Hey what happened-baby? What are you, but I thought I saw, what in the hel*?” Erik looked around trying to find Calantha but her transformed as a guy. Erik was now curious about her. How did she appear so fast and not the other guy? Erik pondered a little bit over that thought but then realized she was crying right in front of him.
“What happened?” Was all he asked, kneeling down to her trying to get a good look at his face.
Calantha could not believe this moment that was happening right in front of her eyes! She was crying over a guy thinking he was with another woman, and she was being consoled by a evil person, a villain!
“Baby girl, tell me whats wrong, now.” Erik took a hold of her arms and pushed them down to her sides so he could see her face. Tears were evident and there were tear stains left on her cheek. Her eye lashes were thick from the tears and her lips were puckered up. She looked so beautiful in his eyes.
“I just,” Calantha could not tell him the truth. She could not tell him that she was the guy even though she really wanted to, and badly. “I was just remembering about my friends.”
Erik understood and brought her tiny body into his arms. There she felt comforted, safe, and loved. She shook her head and wiped the tears away, pushing herself away from Erik’s chest where she really wanted to be.
“No I can’t do this anymore. Erik, we can’t keep seeing each other anymore, I, I don’t want to.” She stood up and pushed Erik away. Erik gave her a look of confusion. “Why can’t you do this anymore? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“I just...can’t Erik. I can’t anymore.”
Erik grabbed Calantha’s hands and massaged them gently, “well then maybe this will change your mind.” Erik softly placed his two hands on her cheeks and slowly inched closer to her. Their lips met. To Calantha it was perfect, his lips were so plush and soft. She felt like she was in heaven.
(not my gif! do not own!)
Calantha wanted Erik so bad, she deepened the kiss, placing her delicate hands on the back of his head. She felt complete with that embrace, she felt something spark within her. It was the feeling of love, how did she come to love her enemy? The man she was supposed to take down? She was at a loss for words but at this moment nothing else mattered except that splendid kiss.
Erik backed away and kissed her forehead, “how was that baby?”
“Calantha,” she just blurted out of nowhere.
“That’s your name?” Erik said out to her.
She nodded, “yeah, I figured you want to know, although I don’t truly hate the name baby.” She gave Erik a smirk caressing his face, brushing through his facial hair.
“Calantha? You know you got a nice name like its really beautiful,” Erik bashfully said, scratching his nose and looking down.
Calantha bit her lips and tried hard not to smile at him being embarrassed, “that’s really sweet of you Erik, thank you.” Calantha couldn’t resist the feeling of wanting another kiss, but as she was about to kiss Erik again a guard came out of nowhere and interrupted the moment.
“All these dam* people be interruptin me at the wrong time y’all.” Erik cursed under his breath. As he was about to leave he turned back to Calantha, “hey baby, I would like for you to be my special quest in a feast I’m havin tomorrow. How you feel about that?”
Calantha tried hard not to show that she was surprised and now gonna be screwed. She forgot all about the mission! Erik gave her a face of concern and worry. Calantha felt bad to say no so with a defeated sigh she agreed to his proposal.
“I, I would love to Erik.”
Calantha was stressed to the max, she felt that she let Nakia, T’Challa, everyone down. She pondered over her thoughts for many hours and her conclusion was simple and to the point. She had to take down Erik. She came here for a purpose, it was not to fall in love, it was not to start a new chapter in her life, no, it was simply to take Erik down and make sure he would not resurface to this world again.
The plan was Nakia would portray a guest in the feast since Calantha placed her name down. Nakia would disguise herself. Calantha would come in as the male getting the feast together and then when Erik is not looking Calantha and Nakia would take him down together.
Calantha had set the feast up already, she was proud of herself. She felt she really captured the culture and beauty of Wakanda in the decor.
“Prefect,” she whispered out loud, she was transformed into the male Wakandan. She stared at awe at the feast table.
“Your majesty, where would you like me to place the extra chair, your,” she took a gulp. “Special quest.”
Erik pointed to the seat next to him, “put my baby girl over there, right next to me. So I can keep an eye on her and make sure she happy, you know what I’m sayin?”
Calantha nodded and her heart fluttered at his nickname for her, she felt herself feel now pain than anything. She ordered someone to place the chair next to Erik’s high and mighty one.
Soon quests were coming in, one by one the room started to fill up and that made Calantha more and more nervous. She wiped her forehead of sweat and gave each and every person their personal chair.
Then Nakia came in, with her disguise on. Calantha knew this plan would roll on even if she didn’t want it to.
“Are you ready?” Nakia asked, showing a smile to people as they walked by.
Calantha secretly nodded and left the room.
Calantha could hear that Erik made an announcement for people to eat and enjoy themselves.
Calantha stood by where no one was around. She looked back and forth, “no one, good. C’mon Calantha you got this girl, you are just gonna do this small thing and then you can go home in your beautiful space ship and live your life like what you felt with Erik was a dream it did not happen.” Calantha was too busy putting on her black fighting suit that she didn’t hear someone walking to her voice. She was finished taking her clothes off when then Erik appeared.
“Calantha?”
“Erik! Oh my god!” Calantha was shocked and terrified.
“Baby we can’t keep meeting like this,” Erik chuckled eyeing her up and down, taking in her site of just in a bra and panties. Erik licked his lips and gave her a look of a predator, as if he were to pounce on her.
Calantha pushed back her hair, “I just, um my dress broke and I don’t have a new one. Darn guess I can’t make the dinner.” She was just about to leave when Erik grabbed onto her arm, “I got an extra dress for you if you want to wear it, I think it would look sexy on ya.”
Calantha couldn’t get out of this one, “sure.”
She had to do this for T’Challa, for his family, for Wakanda.
Erik was wearing his suit that matched her dress.
They walked hand in hand to the dinner. Calantha wished it would never happen, she wished this were all a dream and soon she was gonna wake up. The moment went by to her in slow motion, every feeling in her body resurfacing all at once. Her heels clanked through the hall and she knew one way or another...
Erik was going to not be King of Wakanda anymore.
As Calantha walked in everyone gasped to see her, they did not think Erik would find anyone with how selfish and evil he is. Nakia saw Calantha that she was transformed into her true self. Calantha could tell Nakia was truly irate, her face showed it all. As Calantha and Erik sat down Nakia stood up. “I would like to raise a toast!” Everyone in the room raised their glasses and Nakia gave Calantha a angry look. She went on to say, “Friends are tough, they are rough around the edges. They agree on stuff you say today, and disagree on the stuff you say tomorrow. You feel sometimes you can trust them, but other times they completely forget that trust.”
Calantha just wanted to hide away in her spaceship, she wanted to get away and never return. Calantha quickly touched lightly her weapons that were hiding under the table. She did not want to do this.
“Calantha,” Nakia says, and Calantha knew soon she must fight Erik. Nakia went on, “you are my dearest friend, and as your friend I want you to do one thing to him,” and as Nakia raises her glass higher to her mouth to drink she licks her lips and takes off her disguise, “kill him.”
Calantha quickly shot up and ripped her dress of to show her black one piece, fighting suit. She pointed her hand gun to Erik and shrugged, “you knew this had to happen.”
Erik slowly drank his drink and chuckled, “so you’re the bitc* I gotta kill. Well then,” suddenly Erik turns into a Panther Habit of his own. It was black and gold. Calantha screams in anger at him because she knows Shuri made the suit. “You do not deserve that suit,” shouts an irate Nakia.
Nakia threw one of her ring blades to Erik while he dodged the attack. Nakia jumped to him while Calantha started shooting Erik from her handgun. Erik cuts the bullets in half with his Wakandan swords and throws one of them in the air. He then gets his claws from his suit and cuts Nakia on her side stomach. Nakia winces and holds the wound with pressure. Calantha worryingly goes to Nakia and as Calantha is there with her Erik is trying to fight Calantha. Calantha moves Nakia to a safe corner and leans her against the wall.
Nakia places a hand on Calantha’s shoulder. “You need to finish this fight.”
Calantha placed a finger to her chest, “me? But why me?”
“Because you are a hero. You can save Wakanda. I believe in you.”
Calantha looked to the dining room area where Erik was at and nodded her head in determination. “Wait here, this won’t take too long.” Calantha cracked her knuckles and suddenly shape shifted into a rhino. She ran fast to Erik, Erik was enticing her, opening his arms like if this was a game. “So you can shape shift into animals and humans. Dam* too bad you couldn’t be used in something more...bad.”
Calantha ran to him and tried piercing him with her horn. But he dodged and instead hopped on the side of her. She was messing the whole room up! She trampled everything trying to get Erik off her side. Finally, Erik pushed his leg to hit her stomach and that sent her falling over. Calantha quickly turned into herself and grabbed her rifle.
Erik already had blood on his face and cuts and bruises. Calantha was out of breath, her hair all disheveled and cuts and bruises on her too.
“Why did you do this to me? You know I thought we had something special. I thought you was the one. But nah, you gotta prove to me that your like everyone else in this world. A liar!”
Calantha shot her rifle at him a couple of times and screamed, “I am not! Okay yes Erik your childhood, what T’Chaka did to you was extremely wrong. We are imperfect, my childhood was not easy. At least you had a father, I didn’t have either. I have been all alone all my life! But you don’t see me wanting to hurt others, no! No, I put my pain and heartache in protecting people, strangers. Just because something bad happens to you Erik doesn’t mean you gotta take it out on the world.”
Erik took his mask off, “Its not just the world! Its my pop, he was everything that I had. You didn’t know your fam, you didn’t know your dad so you don’t know how it feels like to lose someone.”
Calantha had tears in her eyes and she was shocked, “me? Don’t know how it feels to lose someone? I lost everybody I ever love in my life. All my friends outlived me and died while I was still breathing. I can’t die, Erik! So everyone I love, Nakia, this beautiful place, everyone I ever loved, will be gone but you know what I will still be here to go through all their deaths. This would of never worked out Erik...Because I could never watch the person that I love die while I still keep going on. Its just too much for me.”
Erik walked up to her and grabbed her hands, “I know you didn’t want to do this. But I ain’t got no choice.” Erik bent down and placed his forehead against hers and kissed her lips again. Calantha welcomed it and realized she was too in love with this man. She was in love with him too deep already and she didn’t know how to come out. She needed to make sure that Erik would be okay. Calantha quickly got a injection out of her pocket and stabbed Erik in his neck.
“What the f-” Erik then fell.
Nakia came running from the corner, “did you do it? Did you put the lethal injection in him?”
Calantha nodded, “he is better than gone.”
Nakia hugged Calantha and thanked her. “I have word my friend that they have found T’Challa!”
Calantha laughed and nodded, “I’m so happy. I’m glad I could help. Let me just take care of this,” she pointed to Erik.
Nakia nodded and left. While Calantha ran to the waterfall and dropped him there. “Goodbye Erik, I know you were fighting because you were hurt. I’m sorry.”
In Calantha’s spaceship the beautiful melody of “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles was playing at a low tone. She read her books about mythology and their wonders. Ate her snacks and just relaxed. She then heard a groan. Smirking to herself she got up and swiftly walked over to the groan. “Hey sleepy head, how you feeling?”
A figure moves from the sheets and stands tall and high, “like shi*, where did you throw me again?”
Calantha chuckled and kissed his lips, “the waterfall. I put the heater on in here to get you warm.”
Erik wore a grey hoodie and some sweat pants, with black socks. Calantha wore her jeans, hoodie and adidas. “You look good in that Calantha,” Erik complimented her.
Calantha held his hand and brought him to a chair next to hers.
“So where are we going baby?” Erik asked, embracing Calantha from behind.
Calantha shrugs, “anywhere.”
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