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ghostsprettymama · 1 year

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Mona Lisa.

" your wish is my command,"

A/N: my first writing hopefully a Story maybe, leave a like while u at it :3 (modern au, t'challa, shuri, and Erik have no familial relations, minor characters are mentioned but no sexual events with them.)

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warnings: peer pressure, manipulation, violence, drug use, smut, 18+ please, swearing, oral, alcohol use. And

word count: 3,203 words 17,166 characters

Pairings | gang member ! Shuri x Black! reader, the reader having a crush since childhood.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

Part two. Part three.

Y/n L/n a girl with her family finally moved back to her hometown, she sure missed her old friend Shuri. Her sneaky ass was happy since she knew her friend still lived in ATL, specifically the neighborhood her family stays in.

Shit, for sure she was tired of her brother Erik's loud ass snoring, "mom can you wake him up? He's so loud!" She said, annoyed at his obnoxious snoring. He sounded like he was having the dream of his life, shit maybe you would sound like that too if your bitchass would sleep when told to😒.

"He gets that from your father, querido. Wake him up gently, i dont wanna hear his whining." (darling). your father had taken offense to the smart remark, giving your mother the side eye and a stank face. " Well, they both got your sass, and be quiet cuz ik damn well you didn't forget who was driving," he said, playing with her. Your mother put her hands

up as a fake surrender. You wanted love like your parents, but yk nobody in ATL gonna give you that.

You shook your brother, not as gently as your mother wished, but he'll be alright. After enough shaking he woke up stretching, then of course staring you down. "can't have shit with you around Y/n always gotta be the #1 hater for what.." he said, looking at you like you had lost your damn mind. You rolled your eyes, scrolling on Instagram.

Then you came across your childhood best friend's Instagram page. It was her. Shuri, your cheeks went a little red, and your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears.

You Followed her, wanting to dm her but hesitated to, but you proceed to stalk her account, like some photos, and watch her story, something in you was proud. She had a big platform and was making a lil' money off of it. Good for her. You wanted to dm her and yet you hesitated, After all, she might not know who the hell you are, knowing you'd look crazy as hell dming her, even more, crazy saying stuff she probably won't remember.

Erik glanced over shaking his head " Aint that the one girl you like" he cocked an eyebrow staring you down, he already knew the answer but wanted you to say it "She’s no- you tried to speak and yet got interrupted by your brother. "yeah right, ever since we was 5 all you did was play with her, and only look at her. Shit, I remember you throwing a ball at her brother's head for being mean to her" he said, shaking his head " you do like her but you're 1.) in denial 2.) oblivious" he finished.

Damn, he ate that, he even left you speechless, you stared off trying to think of a comeback knowing damn well you don't got one, your grip of steel loosened on your phone and he took it dming shuri for you.

Suddenly you snapped out of it trying to get your precious baby back, but of course, your brother is stronger and "better". he kept one hand on ur face keeping you away from the phone, as he texted shuri for you.

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Erik pov

"Damn," I said biting my lip, "Told you so," My younger sister Y/n said, "Mann you ain't tell me shit, at least she remembers your shy ass." I said kissing my teeth and making a sound with it, throwing the phone back to Y/n.

I gladly will support my Lil sis thru this, I just don't fw her brother, and T'challa doesn't fuck with me.

We keep it lowkey and don't fight in front of them, it ain't their business anyway.

She should date Shuri anyway, T'challa 's hoe ass doesn't deserve my sister anyway.

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Y/n pov

I smiled at the message, my eyes lighting up with joy, I can tell Erik is happy that I'm smiling at least, my dad parked in front of our house, damn it's big, telling us to gtfo the car.

I quickly texted shuri something hoping id get a good answer.

(darling)

Then you heard running in the house and a woman came out, your eyes went up and down her body scanning her to see if it was shuri. your shuri.

you looked at her fit and slim body, her wearing a sports bra and jogging pants so low that you could see her v line, you moved your eyes to her upper body, her unmarked pretty chest, her untouched neck and collarbone, and last but not least her face looking as if it were sculpted by the gods, my god her jawline.

Her jawline was something you could mark up for the world to see, and her pretty plump lips were kissable, soft, and plush. her pretty button nose. You enjoyed it dearly and it complimented those beautiful eyes.

I shook my head that you don't like her. At least you thought that, you didn't even know why your mind was thinking like this.

You ran up to her and hugged her tightly " SHURIII I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!", you hid your face in the crook of her neck and then gave her a friendly kiss, she lifted you, your legs automatically wrapping around her built waist. "y/n! Sithandwa! " Shuri wrapped one hand around my ass to cover it since my skirt was rising and the other around my waist

"Y/n! the movers are finished, you and Erik enjoy being outside me and your pa are gonna set stuff up" my mom yelled as she and dad went inside slamming the door.

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SHURI POV

she smirked at the messages shaking her head, shuri got up from her bed and quickly got dressed.

Of course, she remembered her childhood best friend, she thought about her and wrote about her, for 13 years straight in 35 hub notebooks.

But of course, Shuri wouldn't let her know allat, she wanted to have some fun with the girl, so she checked y/ns pages looking at posts, highlights, and everything.

Damn, she grew up.. She looks different now, especially her body... haven't seen her in a bit. damn, that ass. she liked a video of her working out at the gym, Shuri's eyes went to her chest as she bit her lips. exiting off her page. I'm not gonna do anything dumb, take it slow, it's your bestfriend shuri you can't fuck around with her like them flings at school. she smacked her head, before she turned around opening the blinds of a window close by her bed, she saw a car hoping its y/n, and her heart raced as she squinted seeing Erik in the car.

She knew it. y/n was there, and she got a notification from Instagram, from "Y/n 🫶🏽" she confirmed that it was indeed her in that honda civic.

Shuri texted back w speed, running out of her room and almost falling down the stairs, her speed startled her older brother T'challa " Girl what the fuck are you doing running around like a damn cheetah???" said T'challa giving his sister a look like she lost her damn mind.

"what's got you in a rush 'anyway?" T'challa said standing up, towering above the 5"8 female slightly.

Shuri looked him up and down, returning his curious look with a stank face " if you don't back your black ass the fuck up.." she rolled her eyes stepping back "Y/n's back and I miss her so I'm gonna go see her outside. come out or not grouchy ass " shuri walked outside, her brother following behind watching from the door Frame.

" damn.." me and T'challa both said under our breathes looking at y/n, "you can tell she's checking you out, her gayass can't even hide it" T'challa laughed quietly staring at Y/n then his mood changed seeing erik lean against the car, and watching him

Shuri knew damn well they didn't fuck w each other, hes not as dumb as Y/n with social cues. It was shuri’s turn to study y/n, shuri slowly traced her eyes up the curvy woman's body, stopping at her pretty breasts, she bit her lip snapping out of it when y/n jumped on her. "ingaba le ntombazana isisidenge itsibela umntu inxibe isiketi esifutshane..." (is this stupid girl jumping on someone in a short skirt...) said T'challa, his voice raspy when speaking his native tongue.

"Watch your mouth," Shuri said in a threatening tone, understanding Xhosa while the Beautiful girl in her arms didnt. Her doe eyes looked at shuri then T'challa.

Erik got closer sitting on the step.

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Y/n's pov

When she looked at T'challa he stared back, her innocent eyes lost in his eyes full of things she wasn't ready for, he smiled innocently while his eyes meant something else, it felt like a cat hunting a mouse.

She looked away eventually letting T'challa win the stare-off turning her head to Erik as she yawned

"Erik can you believe it! they still remember us!" she giggled with a smile, Erik nodded staring at the sky as it began to rain down hard "mmh it's raining.. I don wanna ruin my hair..." she sighed. Erik motioned to grab her from shuri and she repositioned her to be at her side

"Easy big and strong, you guys can stay with us till the rain stops" said shuri looking at T'challa with pleading eyes hoping he'd say yes.

T'challa looked at Erik, his eyes saying "fuck no" only because it's T'challa. "mmh.." he thought abt it yes come in" he nodded moving from the door.

They came in one by one, shuri sitting by Y/n, Erik on the steps, and t'challa sitting at the door.

Eventually, the tension eased, and they'd all be heard laughing and talking about stuff they missed in their childhood, that or reminiscing.

Shuri would notice y/n is fast asleep, her head on her lap.

"so.. does she still like me?" shuri eyes Erik " she was blushing when she found your page and was acting like a middle schooler too shy to text you yada yada," said Erik leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

Shuri smiled "I just wish she would say it" she shook her head gently, stroking her head, running her hand thru y/ns braids.

"I'm gonna bounce, I rather sleep at my house, and have her home when

she wakes up" Erik left and T'challa had gone to his room.

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SHURI

"let's get you somewhere nice to sleep."

she gently would pick up y/n bridal style,not trying to wake her, she locked the doors before moving upstairs to her room.

Shuri would take her shoes off and put her in some old pjs she had. tucking her in and getting with her.

shuri closed the blinds and the curtains, dimming the lights and getting ready for a rest.

hours later

Shuri woke up to y/n watching tv, she shook her head and went under the covers and appearing between y/ns legs laying her head on y/ns lap.

"Hey ma. Shouldn't you be leaving?" shuri said in a raspy morning voice. this got Y/n soaked to her core, she noticed the sudden heat but was too tired to embarrass her about it.

"Ma? that's a new nickname." y/n looked down at her stroking her head, shuri hummed while Y/n watched tv. " you know I'm so glad that you remember me, shit, 'd cry if you didn't" said y/n

shuri smiled chuckling" let's get some drinks yeah? im thirsty" she gave a tap to her butt causing y/n to jump. Shuri left

first to the kitchen leaving y/n upstairs.

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Y/n

Y/n blushed, thinking that it was weird for friends to do this. but it was shuri, and she didnt mind at all, when she got off the bed, she went to the bathroom to find herself in a shirt, Shuri's shirt and pretty panties she had on.

did she... Y/n thought to herself, blushing. they were both girls and friends, she shook her head, overthinking it, skipping on down the kitchen and there she was, drinking from the bottle, Hennessy. she had a cup for y/n ready to join her . "to my friend coming back!" she smiled, clinking her bottle yo y/n's cup.

"I um, never had any before shuri. I dont know" y/n said kind of worried, looking at Shuri with her pretty doe eyes " dont be a pussy n drink up." her voice sounded commanding, not the usual soft tone she had with y/n. but either way, something in y/n liked it, she got more aroused and obeyed shuri's orders automatically, she didn't know why but she just wanted to please her.

She gagged at the taste sticking her tongue out in disgust but drank every cup poured for her till she was giggling on the table.

"man i should get home shuri" y/n would hiccup looking at her. but got no reply, shuri was texting sb. Her body wasn't too far from y/n, so she pulled her closer with her legs putting the phone aside.

"Put the phone down. I want attention * hiccup * " y/n said tracing a finger down her body, "damn shuri you look so goooood..." she tightly closed her legs while staring, shuri looked at y/n then her phone, deciding to play the intoxicates ones game.

"Don't need T' stare y/n.. tell me what you like," shuri said. y/n had the drunk confidence, she didn't feel shame temporarily "i like everything I see..." your hands went up and down her body as you bit your lips. "but these clothes gettin' in the way.." you slowly would look down her body, your pussy turning into Niagara falls.

Shuri gave a light tap on your ass before feeling you in all the right places, but she wouldn't go further without your consent. "can i- "just fucking touch me shuri" you hissed out, obviously wanting shuri so bad " say it then princess" shuri said looking into y/n's eyes, but it wasn't her soft look anymore, she was hungry, hungry for you.

" Please shuri, I need you so bad, everything you do just fucks with my mind, please just fuck me already " you whined out, sounded like a melody to her ears, she'd move stuff off the counter putting the alcohol back in the fridge. then went back to y/n moving her waist more towards her, Y/n would support her body with her arms as shuri took y/n’s panties off spreading your legs.

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You gasped at her strength, how quickly she grabbed your legs and spread them, you were shocked you were doing this with your best friend, damn, didn't know Hennessy made bitches gay.

She moaned at the sight of your pretty pussy being so soaked just for her, "all this just f'me Y/n? " she chuckled " y- before you could even get a word in her mouth attacked your pussy, her tongue causing you so much pleasure, your body grinded and rocked against her tongue, your pretty moans filled the room.

Shuri gripped your thighs glaring up at you, damn she was sexy from this angle"Sthandwa, let me take care of you" (my love). You nodded your pretty doe eyes rolling back at her tasting you and abusing your clit "fuck shuri I feel something in my tummy" You said feeling the knot form in your stomach "that's good, js means you’re gonna cum soon my Inbazana " said shuri taking a break from attacking your pretty pussy.(my girl)

"mmh why did you stop shuri" you whined as she'd chuckle " hold it f'me yeah?" she said as she went back to tasting you, her tongue doing tricks against your clit. "i-ill try," you said stuttering from all the pleasure you were getting, grinding against her tongue again since her hands moved, your head tilted back as your eyes rolled back, you moaned softly not wanting to wake T'challa up.

then you felt her long fingers enter you, you arched your back moaning loudly, a soft tear falling from your eyes "Ah? do you like it sthandawa? like feeling my fingers" she slowly thrust them in your pussy as her tongue will still attack your clit, nice and slow this time.

She began to gently suck her lips against your clit at the same pace, your hand moving to her hair automatically, you couldn't even control your body right now, all you were doing was speaking and acting on impulse.

She kept going swapping with sucking and licking your clit, you whined wanting to cum so badly " please shuri please can I? I wanna cum so bad please" you whined, looking at her with your pleading doe eyes, this whole time her eyes remained on you, every reaction of yours turned her on to the max. You began grinding against her faster, you needed her so damn bad.

"Hmm..." she thought about it going faster with her licks and sucking, her fingers finding your g-spot and abusing it, you threw your head back moaning, not caring how loud you were, suddenly you heard that T'challa was up and moving "please let me cum shuri please. ill let you do what you want to me for a week." she smiled at that deal nodding, making it final

The girl attacked Y/ns pussy her fingers brushing up against the g-spot nice and good, her licking and sucking causing y/n pure ecstasy as she squirted in shuris mouth, T'challa was almost near the kitchen before she licked her clean before moving her from off the counter, keeping her panties.

"What the hell is going on with all this damn noise Ri?" said T'challa dressed in only sweatpants and damn was he built

"ah.. yeah we were talking, now we're gonna go back to sleep bye!" shuri ran with y/n back to her room locking the door behind her.

T'challa sighed turning on the kitchen light and seeing the mess that happened " did these niggas... fuck on my counter... and not clean it up" he looked repulsed cleaning up after them

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The two girls cuddled each other, Shuri's leg resting between y/ns thighs, they looked at each other and smiled, shuri closed her eyes beginning to drift off to sleep

"Are we still friends...?" Y/n said, looking up at her hoping she'd say yes, Shuri opened her eyes and smiled " of course" she kissed Y/n's head before closing her eyes and her own

As they slowly drifted off to sleep.

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paisholotus · 7 months

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Aesthetics

✯✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* . ·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Are we dressing up for Wakanda Forever?

I might wear all black because I'm sad lol

#black panther fandom #wakanda forever #black panther fanfiction #black panther imagine #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens au #erik killmonger imagine #black panther killmonger #erik x reader #t'challa fic #t'challa fanfiction #t'challa #mbaku #mbaku imagine #shuri udaku

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theunsweetenedtruth · 30 days

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The Unsweet Masterlist

Welcome to "The Unsweetened Truth," a haven for those who crave raw and authentic romance narratives featuring Black protagonists. As the author behind these narratives, I invite you to join me on a journey where the stories reflect my real life with a giant sprinkle of delusion. But be warned: the content found within these pages is intended for mature audiences only, with themes and imagery that reflect the complexities of adult relationships. So, take a seat, immerse yourself in the stories, and discover the unfiltered beauty of romance through the eyes of Black protagonists. And remember, all content is exclusive to this platform, protected under #unsweetimagines—because some truths are meant to be savored, not shared.

The Adored One (Complete)

Nereyda is a member of the Doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary Dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.

Who Hurt You (One Shot)

T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)

T'Challa isn't paying enough attention to you so you decide to go out without him. You're not ready for the repercussions.

Promises (Complete)

Erik left more than just his girl behind. It was time to keep some of his promises.

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Erik's Packing List

Voyeurism (One Shot)

Discipline (One Shot)

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

Happy

#erik killmonger x poc #erik killmonger fic #erik kilmonger x reader #t'challa fanfiction #t'challa x poc #t'challa x reader #t'challa udaku fic #erik killmonger x black!oc #erik stevens #t'challa udaku #mbaku x black!oc #m'baku x reader #m'baku #m'baku fanfiction

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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So it’s canon that T’Challa checks out/admires Erik’s body? Look at his eyes and tell me that’s not the case.

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'monger #killchalla #killpanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #t'challa #t'challa udaku #erik killmonger #erik stevens #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan #t'challa udaku x erik killmonger #erik killmonger x t’challa udaku #black panther

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pinkykitten · 2 years

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marvel masterlist

✰menu✰ cakes: one-shot macaroons: blurb/drabble or imagine with less than 1,000 cupcakes: headcanons baguette: preferences pies: chapter or series

✰ — cakes:

“trust” | bucky barnes x frankie winchester (oc)

“vegetarian life” | m’baku x fem! reader

“traveler” | erik killmonger x calantha morrison (oc)

“tour of wakanda” | t’challa udaku x fem! reader

“short tickles” | james howlett x short! fem reader

“heaven’s light” | kurt wagner x fem! reader

“safe and sound” | loki laufeyson x fem! reader

“the gala” | tony stark x plus size! fem reader

“come back to you” | stephen strange x wizard! fem reader

“make you feel loved” | matt murdock x plus size! fem reader

“we can be the greatest” | yon-rogg x fem! reader

“due date” | steve rogers x pregnant! fem reader

“inhaler” | peter parker x asthmatic! fem reader

“the bracelet” | hank mccoy x fem! reader

“sun rise and mangoes” | bucky barnes x wakandan! fem reader

“sacrifice for wakanda” | t’challa udaku x wolf powers! fem reader

“inconsolable window” | tony stark x gn! reader (platonic)

“i can be loved” | stephen strange x plus size and fire power! fem reader

“dressed up” | yon-rogg x fem! reader

“i’ll walk you home” | peter parker x fem! reader

“the unspoken story” | bucky barnes x raina zeller (oc)

“are you acting jealous?” | tony stark x fem! reader

“mission fail” | yon-rogg x starforce! fem reader

“we’ll be okay” | peter parker x lia stark (oc)

“self conscious” | bucky barnes x fem! reader

“melted laughter” | bucky barnes x fem! reader

✰ — macaroons:

“icy kisses” | m’baku x fem! reader

“comfort” | kurt wagner x fem! reader

“based on a gif” | loki laufeyson x little girl! fem reader (platonic)

“based on a gif” | thor odinson x werewolf! fem reader

“lost friend” | yon-rogg x fem! reader

“based on a gif” | clint barton x fem! reader

“based on a gif” | steve rogers x smoke abilities! fem reader

“based on a gif” | peter parker x villain and angel! fem reader

“attention seeker” | thor odinson x fem! reader

“to the future” | yon-rogg x pregnant! fem reader

“based on a gif” | steve rogers x fem! reader

“the truth” | yon-rogg x starforce! fem reader

“tease of a friend” | yon-rogg x fem! reader

✰ — cupcakes:

“being taken care of when you are sick” | scott lang x fem! reader

“black panther headcanons” | t’challa udaku, erik killmonger, m’baku, w’kabi, okoye, nakia, shuri x fem! & male! reader

✰ — baguettes:

“having a relationship with erik” | erik killmonger x fem! reader

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artisticestheticreads · 2 years

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paisholotus · 6 months

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𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

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Erik, who was staring at Queen Mother with angry tears streaming down his cheeks, fell silent. "No. I don't believe this." She said, hands covering her mouth as she stared at Erik. She sobbed quietly, holding back tears.

"YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS!" He snapped at Lua and Elara. "YOU KNEW HE KILLED MY FUCKING POPS?!?" He yelled at them. Elara approached Erik slowly and attempted to hug him, but he stepped back. "Erik, Mi, luv, I promise you, I-we didn't know." She said, looking at him with hurt and betrayal in his eyes. "Yuh kno Stella kept sum things secret about you, but eff shi neva tell you it was probably to protect you, shi wud neva do nothing to hurt you." She said it slowly. And cupped his cheeks.

Erik spent his whole life wondering what happened to his dad, and to just now find out the people he called family, his own uncle killed his father. And didn't want him to come to Wakanda.

He was grateful to Elara and her mother, Stella, but he felt anger towards the Udaku family. The family he grew up with, the family that came to all his birthdays, the times he came to Wakanda to spend time with them, and they would come to Jamaica to spend time with him and the Adamu family. T'chaka treated him differently and didn't want him around; now he sees why. But Ramonda, T'challa, and Shuri never treated him like that. They always made sure he felt welcomed. Ramonda could never wrap her head around why T'chaka hated Erik so much.

The woman behind Erik tried to comfort him, but he pushed her away and began walking out of Shuri's lab. It was still silent after Erik left, but you could feel the overwhelming sadness circling everyone. "I'll go get him." Yarri said. pushing past her mother, running after Erik.

Queen Mother continued to choke on sobs, looking at the woman that was behind Erik, and slowly walked towards her. "I'm so sorry. I promise, I didn't know." She said this, looking at the woman. But she just stared at Ramonda with tear-stained cheeks and hurt eyes. Ramonda hugged the woman as she shook with anger for Erik. "Please forgive us. Please forgive me." Ramonda whispered, hugging the woman tightly.

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songficsbyrissi · 5 years

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Freaky Friday (T’Challa x Reader Feat. Erik Killmonger)

A/N: I think everyone knows what Freaky Friday is. It’s still technically a song fic because it’s inspired by “Freaky Friday” by Lil Dicky and Chris Brown, however if you’ve heard the song, you’d know why I couldn’t drop the actual lyrics as a summary like I usually do. T’Challa and Erik is doing the body switching, which is why I put “Feat. Erik Killmonger” but I wanted the readers feel included so Reader is T’Challa’s wife. Also, Reader is going to have the superhero Starfire’s powers and I know Starfire is DC but she’s one of my faves since I was a kid.

T’Challa Udaku, the King of Wakanda, was stressed. Well, to say he’s stressed was a total understatement. Not only did he have his king duties, he had his black panther duties. While other countries had the monarchy members and military members separate, it was together here. He had to make decisions for his people and also physically protect them as well.

“My love, are you working yourself sick again?” You frowned when you poked your head inside his office to see him rubbing his temples in frustration.

On top of all that, T’Challa was a husband which was another duty added to his list. A duty you, as his wife, felt like he neglected but you tried your hardest not to annoy him about it. Unfortunately, when you got pregnant, you became more needy so that plan was shot to hell.

Your husband just groaned in response and you walked in closing the door behind you.

“I wish you would come to bed.” Your hand caressed your 20 week pregnant belly. “Me and the baby miss you. Don’t make us sleep alone again.”

T’Challa glanced up at you tiredly. “I really want to, ikumkani wam. But-“

You interrupted him by setting yourself on his lap and planting kisses from behind his ear to his jawline. Your fingers found his buttons on his shirt.

“Or maybe we can turn your desk into a bed.” You purred seductively.

Recently, your pregnancy gave you raging hormones and the fact that your husband hasn’t been blowing your back out was irritating the hell out of you. You emitted a small starblast from your index finger to light the candles in his office.

He gently pushed you off. “Sorry, my love. Maybe another time?”

“You keep pushing me off! You would make time for that avenger bitch and not me!” You growled angrily then your mood shifted to sad. “Do you find me sexy anymore?” “Of course I do! I am just really busy, my love. I will tend to you tomorrow after my meetings. I promise. I am all yours.” T’Challa pecked your cheek. “And you know the doctor said you shouldn’t be using your powers during this pregnancy.” “You can’t scold me until you give me dick, T’Challa!” You shouted leaving the room in a huff and came face to face with your cousin in law, Erik. He raised an eyebrow.

“You good?” “I’ll be good when your cousin gives me attention.” You pouted storming away. Even though you were extremely horny, you still just wanted your husband to yourself for now but you couldn’t which sucked. Erik shook his head watching you storm away and mumbled under his breath. “I don’t understand how this nigga has everything yet takes it for granted.” Erik stepped inside the office and dropped the papers he’s been working on for months now.

“Yo T. I need you to sign these papers.”

T’Challa hummed beginning to look them over. “What are they?”

Erik took a seat and got comfortable. “Well it’s papers to begin construction of an outreach center that uses Wakandan technology to help young black kids in need. We starting in Oakland.”

“Erik, you know we can not afford to do that.” T’Challa brushed him off and Erik grew furious. “Nigga, you promised me when I was on the brink of death that if I let you heal me, you would listen to my plans and make things happen. That you would do better than your bitchass daddy did! Was that all bullshit?!” T’Challa stood up, suddenly staring his cousin down angrily. “You have no right to speak about my father like that! Yes my father was wrong but do not disrespect him! And I am doing better than him!” Erik sucked his teeth, chuckling sarcastically. “Oh for real? From what I can remember, your daddy turned his back on underprivileged kids, especially when one of them happened to be his own blood!” Erik spat venomously and looked his cousin up and down in disgust. “Now here you go doing the same shit. You call that better?” “You do not understand!” The exasperated king slammed his fists on the desk. “My responsibility lies with the people of Wakanda first and there is a lot to be done before I can attend to intentional affairs! This is not a easy job. You are not King, N’Jadaka!” Erik snatched the papers of his desk. “I wish I was. I would be doing a better job than your ass. Shit, you even failing at being a husband. How the fuck you keep letting your pregnant wife sleep alone? I’m surprised she hasn’t used her alien powers to blast your ass.” “It is easy for you to say that because you are not in my position. You have no idea and I wish I had your life. No responsibilities and the freedom to have my only concern be myself. Lastly, I may let my wife sleep alone but at least I did not kill her to get ahead in my schemes.” T’Challa snapped viciously, sitting back in his chair. Yep he went there. He really brought Linda up and how dirty Erik did her in his dark times. “You know what? To hell with you, T. To hell with you and this damn country. I’m going back to America tomorrow.” Erik slammed the door hard behind him and T’Challa went back to his work furiously. ‘Bast, I wish I could be living like Erik so I did not have any stress and all the freedom I desire. That would be nice.” T’Challa thought to himself. ‘Bast, I wish I was King so I can have and do every damn thing I want.’ Erik thought to himself at the same time. What the two cousins didn’t realize is that Bast was listening and listening closely.

Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.....

T’Challa’s eyes opened up to a ceiling he wasn’t too familiar with. He turned his side and fell out of bed at the sight. It was a naked woman that was not you. What the fuck did he do? You were going to kill him. Before he could shake the woman awake, he stared at his hand and realized this wasn’t his hand. Matter of fact, this wasn’t his bed. Hell, it wasn’t his bedroom! It looked like Erik’s bedroom. He fell asleep in Erik’s room?

He trudged towards the bathroom Erik had to himself to rinse his face. When he glanced his reflection, his heart began to race. It wasn’t his face. It was his cousin’s face. “No no no! I must be still dreaming!” He splashed his face with freezing cold water once again and wiped it with a face towel. He glanced at the mirror again and still saw Erik’s face. “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!??!”

The naked woman from the bed appeared in the bathroom with concern on her face. “Erik, baby, is everything ok?” She reached to touch him but he jumped in shock.

“Step back, woman! I’m a married man!” T’Challa shrieked covering his eyes to prevent seeing the naked woman any longer. “Oh and we gotta hurry up before your wife comes home.” The woman smirked coming closer and cupped his shaft. “I love role playing with you, daddy.” He managed to escape the woman even when she turned psycho. Is this how being single is? Sleeping with women that end up being psycho? He was glad he was married. Next thing he knew, the castle servants were pressing him for his flight to America. He had forgotten Erik was flying back to America. “Wait! I just recalled- “ T’Challa cleared his throat as he moved hesitantly towards the aircraft. “Um, I mean, I remember that T needs me here! Yes that negro T!”

He couldn’t tell them that he was really T’Challa. They would think he’s crazy.

“Sorry, Prince N’Jadaka, but the people are waiting for you and it is too late to cancel.” Shit. He’s going to America as Erik. Great. Well at least he wouldn’t be bothered. He could do whatever he wanted. Now back at the castle, Erik was shocked to wake up in the King’s office, in the King’s chair. He glanced at his hands and began to panic. He hurried to the mirror on the wall. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” A knock was heard at the door. “My king? Are you alright?” Okoye stepped inside with concern on her face. “I heard you scream.” Yeah. Everything’s alright except he was not the king. He was the King’s cousin that woke up in the King’s body. He could tell Okoye that. She’ll believe him, right? Hell no. This shit sounded insane. “Yeah I’m aight.” He sighed then when Okoye tilted her head in confusion, he cleared his throat. “I mean, yes, I am....fine, General.” Okoye smiled in relief and began to exit when she looked back over to him. “You have a meeting, my king. Did you forget?” Shit. Shit. Shit. He was hoping to find T’Challa or himself or whatever the fuck and fix whatever bullshit caused this. Looks like he would have to be T’Challa a little longer than he planned. He didn’t mind though. He finally got his wish to become king. Erik was wrong. Being king wasn’t as easy and lit as he hoped it would be. It turned out his cousin was trying but his workload was ridiculous and to top it off, the council was getting on his last nerves and he had to resist the urge to curse them out. His cousin’s workload was ridiculous and he couldn’t handle all this. Why the fuck did he think he could? He also endured all the comparisons to his father that T’Challa had to deal with everyday. Shit was too annoying. Erik slowly began to realize he didn’t want to be king. He remembered that he was supposed to be going back to America to check on the status he’s trying to create without Wakanda’s help but he was pretty sure T’Challa is trying to come back ASAP so all he had to do was wait and take it easy. He retired to the King’s bedroom which had him hating because it was much better than his but still. After this bullshit day, he was ready to be himself again. He closed the door behind him to find you treading towards him slowly, dressed in some sexy red lingerie that complimented your skin so nice. Damn. Even pregnant, You were still looking sexy as fuck. Ok maybe he could get through this. “Um Y/N, you gotta-“ You cut him off by placing his hands on your breasts. Erik internally cursed himself out. He was being turned on by his cousin’s wife and he would feel like a piece of shit if he had sex with you, even if he was in T’Challa’s body. Erik cursed again. Feeling bad was not his thing. Great. Not only was he in T’Challa’s body, but he got the man’s feelings and emotions too. “Come on, kumkani.” You purred nibbling on his ear. “I wanna cum all over your dick and lick it off, my king.” “Oh word?” His eyes widened feeling his member down low rise but he snapped out of it. Pushing you off. He gotta tell you the truth. Maybe your alien ass could help. “Y/N, it’s me, Erik. T’Motherfucker and I switched bodies.” You threw your head back and let out a booming laugh. “T’Challa, that’s a good Erik impression but not the time to do this. You’re killing the mood. Let me ride that face and use your ears as handlebars.” You went in to kiss him again and he refused again. “Girl, I’m being deadass! I woke up in his body and he’s in mine!” You groaned hopping off his lap and threw your satin robe back over your shoulders. You grabbed the remote turning off the music from your sound system. “Seriously, T’Challa. If you didn’t want to have sex with me, you can just say it. You don’t have to pull this charade. I can’t believe I wasted time doing all this for you. You clearly aren’t attracted to me anymore.” Your eyes narrowed in anger and glowed a bright green. “I fucking knew it! You fucking that white bitch from the Avengers!” ‘How the fuck are you sexy when you’re mad too?’ Erik thought in fear. ‘T’Challa is a lucky and poor nigga at the same time.’ “You get me pregnant and now you have the nerve to cheat on me, you son of a bitch?!” Your hand formed an ultraviolet blast and he stood up quickly putting his hands up. Is this how it’s like to be married? You get into some bullshit arguments and you can’t even entertain someone else? Monogamy wasn’t for Erik right now. His cousin can take this shit back. “Y/N, calm down, girl! Damn! I can prove it!” Your eyes returned to normal and you diffused your blast you were ready to throw at your husband’s bitchass head. “Alright. You got 30 seconds to prove it before this baby grows up without a father.” He sighed out of relief and thought of something. “We call him “T’LeftFeet” behind his back because that nigga ain’t got no rhythm. Can’t dance for shit. You once said he looked like a constipated Bambi.” Your eyes grew in shock and you closed your robe. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhhhh fuck!” You screeched jumping up and down. “Erik???! Oh shit I almost had sex with you! Oh my goodness, you’ve seen so much of me! Bast!” “Yeah you a freak and that lingerie sexy as fuck. That nigga lucky as hell. You scary and sexy when you’re mad. I fuck with it.” You rolled your eyes as you tied your robe. “How did this happen? Where’s T’Challa, Erik?” “Somewhere in Oakland. I’m not sure. All I know is that he’s in my body, I’m in his, and I really gotta piss but I’m not trying to look at this nigga’s dick.” He replied leaning back on his elbow in a way Erik would. “Ok we have to fix this now.” You went over to blow out the candles and turn on the lights. “Wait!” You turned to him and he gestured towards his erection. “Girl, you caused this. You can at least take care of it.” You scrunched up your face in disgust. “No! Have you lost your mind?!” “I mean technically you wouldn’t be cheating! It’s his body. I’d just be feeling it and remembering it.” He argued. “Show me why my cousin keep busting nuts in you.” “You’re disgusting.” You grabbed your change of clothes from the wardrobe and made your way towards the bathroom. “Girl, you are the last one to be talking! Talking about cumming and licking it off. I see why he got you pregnant. Freaky ass.” Back in Oakland, T’Challa was overseeing the plans his cousin had for the outreach center he was attempting to do by himself. To say it was a failure was an understatement. Barely any kids and/or homeless people came around because it had little to nothing. “Erik! You’re back!” A little boy ran up hugging his legs. He stepped back and held his hand out as if he wanted a handshake. He shook the little boy’s hand and he looked confused. “What was that? Aren’t you a G?” “Yes. A real G is to be a gentleman. I’m teaching you how to shake like one.” T’Challa stated proudly then cleared his throat, taking the boy into a headlock and gave him a noogie. “Little negro.” Being in Oakland made him realize that Erik was trying to do a lot and he was no help. The little boy who was excited to see him lost both his parents and belonged to a foster home who barely paid him any mind. Similar to his cousin’s story. He also missed you. Dealing with the crazy broads that all wanted his cousin was not the life for him and having that one special woman to come to was everything. He neglected you and he’s seeing that now. He also looked at his cousin’s journal were all entries were apologies addressed to everyone he wronged, even T’Challa himself. He read all them and even saw one addressed to Linda. T’Challa realized his cousin did have a heart and was not so selfish as he thought.

“T’Challa?” You raised an eyebrow skeptically as “Erik” walked into the office with Shuri. You glanced back at “T’Challa”. “Erik, right?” “Yes, Y/N. I am in Erik’s body and he is in mine.” He kissed your forehead and caressed your belly. “I missed you. Are you and the baby all right?” You removed himself from his embrace and he looked a little hurt. “Sorry it’s weird having....”Erik” touching me like that. When we fix this, then I got you, babe.” You sent a wink at him and he smirked in understanding. “Look, we gotta fix this because I sucked it up and took a piss.” Erik breathed deeply. “Looking at a dick that’s not mine was not ok!” T’Challa nodded in agreement. “Yes. Seeing your penis was really uncomfortable.” His eyes knitted together. “Wait, you touched my penis?” “Nigga, you touched my dick too! Please tell me you did the shake!” Shuri cleared her throat. “Anyway, I ran tests and tried to reverse it but...” “But what, Shuri?” Shuri sighed shaking her head in defeat. “I can’t. I tried everything. This isn’t a scientific issue.” She looked up at you three. “It is spiritual, the work of the Gods.” “Meaning we need Zuri.” You sighed at the two men and left the office. Zuri was more than happy to help, even though he still had a little bit of grudge towards Erik for almost killing him, causing him to reply, “Nigga, I’m redeemed!” In T’Challa’s voice which was more than weird. Zuri had the two men recall the events before they went to sleep that night where it was revealed they both called on Bast and Bast granted their wishes. “In order to fix this situation, you two must do what you did that night but reverse it. Call on Bast. Face each other and say your wish at the same time.” The two cousins faced each other at the same time. “Bast, I wish to return to my body and life.” They said in unison and nothing happened. They figured that maybe they should sleep real quick and then they’ll wake up in their own bodies. That didn’t work either. Bast was not granting their wishes and they had no idea why. You all groaned in defeat realizing that they were stuck. You and Shuri retired to your bedrooms while the two cousins met in the King’s office. “I guess I’m stuck being the king.” T’Challa chuckled in response. “Wasn’t that what you wished for?” “Shit, I did but nigga, I didn’t realize how much bullshit you had on your plate. The council irritate my balls, your wife is hot but crazy, and every single person needs the king for every damn thing. Your shit is hard. It’s my fault for not seeing that.” He sat up and looked at his cousin sincerely. “And my fault for not seeing that you were trying to help Oakland.” “I was not helping enough. I will be honest. I did not prioritize Oakland as much as I should’ve. I really understand why it was so important to you. I see that your life is not as easy as I thought. I apologize.” T’Challa stated. “And my wife is crazy but she is the love of my life. I rather deal with one crazy woman for the rest of my life than deal with multiple like you do. Seriously cousin! How do you do it?!” Erik chuckled as his cousin continued. “Y/N is halfway through her pregnancy and I have no idea if I will be present for my first child’s birth. I don’t know when Bast will switch us back.” Erik choked on air. “Shit. Hopefully soon! I ain’t ready to be a father!” They both laughed at themselves and sighed deeply. “Bast, I wish I could go back to my life. I love my life, just the way it is.” “Bast, I wish I could back to my life. I love my life. It was lit.”

As soon as the cousins spoke those words, there was a shift in the atmosphere and the two examined themselves, realizing they were back to their bodies. They cheered in joy when you and Shuri bust in, curious. You heard the commotion when you two met up in the hallway.

“What’s going on?” You questioned and T’Challa ran up on you, pecking your face with multiple kisses and your belly. “Erik, what the fuck?” “No, my love! It’s me! We are back to our bodies! Now I get to tend to my beautiful wife all night long.” Your husband smirked grabbing your hand and leading you out of the office as you grinned widely, knowing you were about to get some. Shuri glanced at Erik who was looking down inside his pants with a smile on his face. “What are you doing? And why are you smiling so hard? It’s weird.” “Because princess, I got my dick back. I’m looking at my dick not his!” Erik pushed past his cousin’s way. “Now if you will excuse me, I got a couple of ladies that need to looking at it as well.....if you know what I mean.” He popped his collar on his way out and Shuri pinched the bridge of her nose in disgust and sighed. “Yep. That is Erik, all right.” Tags: @iamrheaspeaks @chaneajoyyy @dramaqueenamby @marvelpotterlove @purple-apricots @brattywriters-anonymous@cancerianprincess @blowmymbackout @ljstraightnochaser @blackpinup22 @airis-paris14 @vibranium-chakra@sociallyawkward18@chefjessypooh @mychemicalimagines @nerd-lovely @slimmiyagi @imasmille @ashanti-notthesinger @thehomierobbstark @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @quietstorm-73 @90sinspiredgirl @lewatigress

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onyour-right · 5 years

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Change of Heart

Think Maxine Shaw and Kyle Barker but instead it’s Erik Stevens and Ryan Mosley, friends turned enemies who find themselves living in the same apartment building. Will they get a second chance at friendship or will it be forever lost? Featuring the lovable T’Challa, Ororo and Simone as well as other other characters both made up and canon.

A/N: This is the first time I’m writing Erik so feel free to let me know how I do, as long as it’s constructive criticism it’s all good. I just wanna shout-out @hoopshoney for allowing me to use her as a sounding board, lmao, I hope it’s not too shabby. Also wanna shout out my sister wife who is on my forever tag list: @oceanscorazon. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed and reblog! (Also, apologies for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes, I’ve tried to go over it as much as I can.)

Word count: 2.3k

By the time Ryan entered the apartment that she shared with her two best-friends, Ororo and Simone, she was beyond frustrated. As if work hadn’t been stressful enough with the several documents she hadn’t finished reading over and translating and her asshole colleagues who kept on trying her, she’d gotten home to find a moving truck in her parking space which meant she’d had to spend an additional 10 minutes going up and down the street to find somewhere else to park. It also meant that instead of the few minutes it usually took her to get out of her car and carry her heavy ass bags into the building and up to her apartment, she had to struggle with her bags for much longer. Maybe it would seem a trivial thing for her to get upset about when she looked back on it later on, but on bad days every minor inconvenience mattered. Thank goodness it was Friday and she had the whole weekend to do absolutely nothing.

As soon as she shut the door behind her, Ryan dropped her bags onto the wooden floor and slipped off her black work heels that gave her a few more inches – not that she really needed them though, she was tall enough on her own – before moving towards the kitchen to get herself a much needed drink.

She could hear the faint, contrasting voices of conversation coming from the other room and her whole body relaxed at the realisation her girls were already home and they could all bitch and catch up on each other’s day. Perhaps it was her frustration and weariness making her emotional, but she was hit by a sudden surge of warm affection for her two friends. Although Ryan was blessed with a big family which she definitely loved, ever since the death of her eldest brother the relationship between her and her siblings could be quite tense and sometimes left her feeling alone. It was at college that she met Simone and Ororo and slowly but surely they started to heal a part of her that had been left unfulfilled for quite some time. But it was something they all did for each other and a big reason why they all moved in together a year after graduating college.

“Hey,” Ryan greeted them as she walked into the kitchen, offering both her friends who were seated at the table in the middle of the room a quick smile. They were both still dressed up from work just like she was, which made it obvious to her that they probably hadn’t gotten in any sooner than she had. Simone was dressed in a classy black and grey pants suit, with her black braids pulled back into a simple ponytail and Ororo in an elegant grey sheath dress, with her long, white hair tumbling down passed her shoulders.

“Hey girl” “Hey boo,” they both replied in unison.

“How was work?” Simone asked, but after noticing the poorly concealed irritation on her friend’s face quickly added, “Damn, your face look mad as hell, what happened to you?”

Ryan let out an inelegant snort at her friend’s brutal honesty, heading to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of wine as she started to recount her day.

“…. and then I pull up outside and some moving truck is in my space, so I – ” she paused suddenly mid-sentence, her face scrunching up like she’d just came to some kind of internal revelation, “Wait, do y’all know who’s moving in? Because I haven’t heard anythin’.”

Simone’s eyes widened slightly at Ryan’s question and she turned her head away, both her brows raised and her bottom lip twisting into an expression that could only be described as ‘yikes’. Ryan just about caught the brief but meaningful look Simone then exchanged with Ororo. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she glanced over at her white-haired friend, who had half her face damn near buried in a mug of something – probably coffee, given how obsessed with it ‘Ro was – as if hoping there was a way for her to crawl inside.

“What is going on with y’all?” Ryan probed, the bewilderment clear in her voice as her eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. They usually only acted secretive like this for two reasons: either they were trying to surprise her, or they had bad news to deliver and didn’t know how to rip the band aid off.

Ororo finally pulled her head away from the mug, feigning an expression of deep thought as she hummed and then clicked her tongue. “I have no clue, Ry, you might wanna ask SiSi though.”

Following her friend’s words Ryan turned to Simone expectantly, a hand resting on her hip as she waited. She was aware she probably looked a lot like her late grandma in that moment but she was beginning to lose what little patience she had left. All she wanted to do was have a glass of wine, eat some fast food and crash out on the sofa watching some trashy reality show that didn’t require too much brain cells to follow the story-line.

“You ain’t shit, ‘Ro,” Simone murmured under her breath, shooting a quick scowl in the other woman’s direction before clearing her throat and turning to her impatient friend. “Okay, listen. Uh, here’s the thing. Promise you ain’t gonna get mad though?”

Ryan rolled her eyes. “I’m not promising shit, come on with it already.”

“Okay, fine. Fine,” Simone placated. “You remember T’Challa talkin’ about how he’s been looking for a roommate for months now and couldn’t find anyone? Well, uh… he’s found someone.”

Ryan blinked, opened her mouth to speak and then quickly shut it again. Was that it? Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored T’Challa and he was a great friend to her, but why Ororo and Simone thought she’d be so affected by it that they had to be communicate with secretive looks had her feeling even more confused. If any one of them was going to have a meltdown over someone else sharing T’Challa’s space it would be Ororo; those two were head over heels for each other but were also both completely blind to the other’s infatuation. Ridiculous.

“… Good for him?” Ryan responded uncertainly, her thoughts beginning to race as she went over the whole conversation again. Maybe she was missing something that was painfully obvious?

“It’s his cousin Erik,” Ororo suddenly blurted out, throwing her hands up as if she was apparently unable to take the slow progression of the conversation anymore. “T’s cousin Erik is moving in with him today and that’s why there’s a moving truck outside.”

All Ryan could do was stare. She didn’t want to say she hated Erik Stevens because hate was a very strong word that she didn’t like throwing around, but she definitely couldn’t stand him. It had started when the three women had been freshmen in college and had met Erik, T’Challa and W’Kabi, who were a couple years older and went to a completely different college, at a house party. Initially they’d all been cool and had soon started hanging out after that, but then something went down between herself and Erik that made them incapable of being in the other’s presence without getting into heated arguments and trading hurtful insults. Because of that even though most of them were still cool with each other it had been ages since they last all hung out. A part of Ryan still felt extremely guilty about that.

Wordlessly she moved towards the glass cabinet, picking up one of her extra-large wine glasses she’d bought a few months back in some random sale and pouring herself a generous amount of wine. She would be calm about this.

Ryan turned back to her friends who were watching her reaction carefully, slowly she began to take a sip of her wine. “How long?”

“How long is he staying at T’s place?” Simone asked.

“How long have y’all known and not said shit to me?” Ryan clarified, pinning both her friends down with a glare.

Ororo got up from her seat at the table and moved towards her friend, ready to embrace her. She was very much the affectionate mother of the group; always offering hugs, always making sure the other two women were taken care of, regularly cooking for them not because she had to but because it was just in her nature. “It’s not like that Ry, it’s just…” she trailed off and looked at Simone for some support.

“It’s just that whenever he’s brought up it really seems to fuck with your whole mood. We didn’t know how you’d react to him moving into the same goddamn building as us.”

Ryan pursed her lips petulantly. She couldn’t come up with a slick answer to retort back with because she knew her friends had a point. She’d be lying to herself if she said her chest hadn’t gotten heavy just at the mention of his name alone, or if knowing that Erik was in such close proximity to her hadn’t got her stomach feeling all unsettled.

But what exactly could she do about it now? It was done and she’d grown up since the last time she’d seen him, there was no reason why she wouldn’t be able to act civilised if she ever ran into him. She found herself shrugging, “It’s cool, I guess.”

“Ryan…” Ororo sighed, both her expression and her tone stating that she didn’t believe a word that came out of her friend’s mouth.

“Ororo…” Ryan replied, mimicking her tone. “I’m over it, it’ll be fine.”

Before anyone could say anything further, a series of heavy knocks on the front door filled the apartment and pulled them away from the semi-serious conversation. Ryan broke out into a small smile and squeezed Ororo’s arm in reassurance before putting her wine glass down. “I’ll go see who that is,” she announced, a little too relieved at the opportunity to leave the conversation.

Maybe it was the goddamn parcel she’d ordered over a week ago that had finally arrived.

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It was not.

Ryan was completely taken aback at the sight that met her when she opened the door. She guessed the saying definitely must be true: ‘speak of the Devil and he will appear’. Erik N’jadaka Stevens stood opposite her, and looking infuriatingly attractive in a simple grey v neck shirt and a pair of jeans. It was weird, she thought, he’d changed so much since the last time she’d seen him and yet he hadn’t changed that much at all. He was still just as tall and well-built as he always had been, still just as beautifully striking with eyes so intense it made people want to squirm under his gaze. The only real changes to him were the keloid markings that covered his arms and his hair that had grown into locs styled in a fresh looking fade.

It seemed like Erik was just as shocked to see Ryan as she was to see him, if the way his mouth parted and his brown eyes roamed over her figure were any indication. After a few minutes of neither of them speaking he cleared his throat, breaking the silence with the deep and enticing voice of his. “I uh, I ain’t expect to see you here.”

Ryan thought she could detect a hint of uncertainty in his voice but she quickly dismissed it, Erik and uncertainty weren’t two things that went together. She tilted her head to one side as she watched him, a brow raising in disbelief at his words. She just knew he wasn’t trying to insinuate that T’Challa hadn’t told him she lived here. Not only that, but /that/ was what he was choosing to open with? After it had been so long since they’d last been face to face?

“You didn’t expect to see me in my own apartment?”

Erik huffed out a sigh, his face scrunching up a little as it dawned on him just how his words might have come across. “Nah, that ain’t what I meant, what I meant was- ” he paused, taking his time as he searched for the right words. “I just thought Ororo or SiSi would answer.”

Clearly those weren’t the right words to say however, because it only served in making Ryan even more confused and agitated. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the shitty day she’d had, maybe it was the combination of both those things, but it meant she couldn’t keep the bite out of her voice when she replied. “Uh huh. So my presence in my own apartment isn’t good enough for you? Thanks, Stevens.”

Ryan could tell Erik was also beginning to get irritated from the way his nostrils flared and his body tensed up, like he was prepping himself up for an attack. “Look, I ain’t come down here to deal with all this attitude from you, I - ”

“/My/ attitude?!” Ryan repeated as she cut him off, a scoff leaving her mouth at the boldness this man had, thinking he could say stupid shit and she wouldn’t check him for it. “Y’know what, I’m way too tired for this, be gone spawn of Satan,” she snapped, slamming the door in his face and preventing him from saying anything else. She was absolutely seething, who did this negro think he was?!

All the noise brought Ororo and Simone rushing into the living room and looking between the door and their best friend, concern on their faces as they both spoke over the other trying to find out what had just gone on. “Girl who was that?” “What happened?”

Unable to find the appropriate words to express how frustrated she was in the moment, Ryan threw her hands up in the air while letting out a loud, disgruntled grumble. She ignored the looks on her friend’s faces as she marched into the kitchen to finish off the rest of the bottle of wine.

Perhaps she wasn’t as over the whole Erik situation as she’d thought.

// end

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theequeenofcurses · 5 years

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Loving my King Pt. 10

Before I went back to my husband and I's room I traveled down to the kitchen's to grab a bottle of wine and a wine glass. Not expecting to see my husband at all tonight I only grab one glass. As I make my way back to our bedroom I see Queen Mother. I go to her and put my hand on her back. "How are you doing?" "Oh, about as well as I can child. I'm angry that T'Chaka kept this from me, but he is not here for me to be angry at. So I must let it go. There's no use in me holding a grudge with a dead man." My eyebrows shoot up at her choice of words. "While you may be right, you're still allowed to be angry. This was a pretty big secret to keep from you guys." She puts her hand over mine. "'With us' child. Although you may not originate from here, you are one of us. You are a part of our family." I smile and tear up a little. "Thank you, Queen Mother." "Mama." She corrects me. "Now-" she says- "Go and talk some sense into that stubborn sob of mine." My good mood drops and I give an exasperated sigh. "I have no intention of talking to that stubborn ass." She laughs and gives me a hug and I make my way back into our bedroom.

I draw a bath and undress. Before I lower myself into my bubble bath I pour myself a little less than half a glass. I do my best to relax, until I hear the bedroom door open. I let out a breath and ignore my "visitor". He takes the chair I use for the vanity and sits next to me. "Can we talk?" "Oh I'm sorry. I thought I would have to organize an audience with the King if I wanted to talk to my husband. At least this time I don't have to chase you across the North Atlantic Ocean." My eyes are closed but I know he rolled his eyes. I can feel it. "Ava, I don't want to have this conversation if you're going to have an attitude." I give a big laugh. "The attitude comes with me. You married the attitude just like you married me. And believe me when I tell you, it's not going anywhere." I sit up and finally look at him. "So if that is all? I'd like to enjoy my bath and relaxation time alone thank you." "Ava please. Don't shut me out." "Oh well you weren't so concerned about what I had to say when you went gallivanting across the country! So obviously my thoughts and opinions mean nothing to you. And until they do it'll just be business between us." He gets on his knees and takes my hand. "It's not that my love you know it's not. I apologize. I was blinded by rage and by grief. I couldn't and wouldn't listen to reason and I wouldn't listen to you. I was a fool. Please forgive me." I purse my lips, but my heart soars with his confession. "You really have a way with words don't you...fine I'll forgive you. On one condition." "Name it my queen." He starts kissing up my arm and I bite my lip. "Tomorrow Erik is going to ask you for a favor. I need you to be unbiased and really listen to what he's saying." He stops suddenly and looks at me. "How do you know this?" "Because after you sent him to his room like a child on punishment, I went and had a talk with him. He told me what he wants and why he's here. He just wants to help protect those who can't protect themselves."

He lets go of my arm and stands up, but he turns around so all I see from the tub is my back. I huff. Time to pull out the big guns. I stand up and get out of the tub-bubbles and all- and I wrap my arms around him from behind. I trail a few kisses down his neck. "T'Challa. Please. You owe him that much. Your father never gave him the chance to be who he really is. To be who he was supposed to be. You have the chance to rectify that. Please." He sighs and turns around and takes me in his arms. We stand there in silence for a minute and he finally breaks it. "Alright. I will do as you ask. For you." I sigh, relieved. "Thank you my love. Now-" I let my arms fall and take both of his hands in mine. I starts walking backwards and I pull him towards our bed. "I believe you have some kissing up to do." He gives me a predatory smile and all but tackles me to the bed. "I think I do..."

Sorry this one isn't as long as I wanted it. But I never outline these I just get my laptop and type whatever I think of so if it's messy I apologize. But I did read all of your comments and I have decided which way I want this story to go c: thank you ladies for reading!

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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Leaving for Work

T’Challa tries to leave for work and before he leaves the bedroom, Erik grabs his attention.

“Psst. T’Challa?”

T’Challa looks at Erik who seems to be happily fidgeting with his thumbs. He’s never seen Erik look so innocent before. After all, they don’t have sex the night before and usually, Erik is grumpy about those things.

“Yes, Erik? Wishing me goodbye?” He smiles.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

T’Challa frowns a bit in confusion and nods, moving closer to Erik.

“I see thick people...one walks around the house every day...” Erik whispers and when he finishes T’Challa rolls his eyes but smirks at the joke. He loves leaving the house with a smile on his face every morning.

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sonofnjobu · 6 years

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Say My Name Part 8

A/N: Part 7 was posted not even five minutes ago, so if you want some smut, I suggest you read it first. Also this one is a doozy. It’s super long (for me).

CW: Blood, Violence, Death... you think it’s fluff. It’s not, bitch.

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You didn’t even feel Erik get out of the bed that morning. You were awoken to him leaning over you and kissing you lightly on the forehead.

“Y/N,” Erik whispered.

“Hey, babe!” you gurgled cheerily, stretching between the silk sheets and rubbing your eyes.

Erik’s cheeks rounded as he broke in to a smile. His gold canine gleamed down at you.

“I’ve gotta head out,” he informed you. You looked up at him with a pout. “Don’t look at me like that. We’re shipping out the weapons to the War Dogs today. After that, I’m all yours, okay?”

He kissed you on the lips this time and headed towards the door.

“Eh!” you protested. Erik stopped and looked at you quizzically.

“You’re not going anywhere until I do your hair.”

He rolled his eyes, but made his way back to you. You always found some silly excuse to take up his time. But it’s not like he minded. He’d gone over a year without you, and if his queen wanted to braid his hair, then everyone else would wait.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and parted them slightly. Erik nestled himself between your plush thighs and exhaled. You tousled his locs with your hand and began to part them in to three rows.

“You’re gonna make me late, woman,” Erik joked.

“A king is never late,” you replied haughtily. “Everyone else simply early.”

Erik turned his head to look at you suspiciously, effectively fucking up the braid you were working on.

“Did you make that up yourself? Or am I gonna find out that you’re quoting some Elle Woods shit again.”

You gasped in fake disbelief.

“No! That’s a quote from Clarisse Renaldi. The Queen of Genovia herself!”

Erik laughed loudly. His voice boomed across the room.

“Genovia sounds like a fake ass country.”

You braided his hair a little tighter and he hissed. You continued to tell him about your PR plans for the day.

You were hosting a free day at the museum for the families of Wakanda. You would be live streaming it as well in case some people couldn’t attend.

You chattered on about the different exhibits and how you used to get lost in that museum for hours as a child. How it fostered your sense of pride to be Wakandan while simultaneously fueling your curiosity about the rest of the world. How you wanted to experience that wonder again and pass it along to the children of your country.

“You really like kids, huh?” Erik asked when you finally took a breath.

“I don’t know, I guess,” you thought out loud as you finished braiding back his hair.

“Well you’d better, cause we’re gonna have all sorts of little nigglets running around.”

Your eyes widened.

“We are NOT calling them that!” you laughed, pushing his head forward slightly to let him know you were finished.

Erik stood to inspect himself in the mirror. The stupid grin that you loved so much appeared on his face once more and he shrugged on a long, black shawl.

“Ugh, I hate that thing on you,” you complained. “And you wore it yesterday...”

“It’s the only thing that fits here, ma,” Erik informed you. “That nigga T’Challa was so small.”

You made a mental note to get the tailor in to make some new custom clothes for the king. You moved to stand in front of Erik and placed your hands across his broad, scarred chest. You ran the tips of your fingers lightly over the golden plate around his neck.

“Well this is the only thing that needs to fit,” you reminded him, smiling at the technology around his neck.

“Aight, I really gotta bounce,” he announced. He kissed you once more before lightly jogging out of the door.

“Have a great day at the museum, babe!” he yelled over his shoulder. “I’ve got a present for you when you get back!”

The free day at the museum went splendidly. You were instantly transported to a simpler time as small children pulled you by the hand through an exhibit on the arctic tundra. One child clutched to your skirt as you explained that the giant musk oxen in front of him wasn’t real and wouldn’t hurt him. You yipped and howled with a group of pre-teens in an ice covered cave, and led the toddlers through snow sensory play.

Those watching it on live stream were sharing the videos all over social media. You’d seen more than a few “we stan a benevolent queen”s fly by in the comment sections on your Kimoyo beads.

You had just made your announcement to the crowd that the museum would be permanently free and funded by the royal family when you heard it.

You weren’t sure of it at first due to the cheers of happy families, but it was definitely an explosion.

The Dora Milaje accompanying you came rushing in to the room.

“What is going on?” you asked in a hushed tone, determined to present an air of calm in front of all of these families.

Your personal guard, Wambura, a childhood friend looked at you somberly.

“It’s the king,” she replied. Your heart jumped.

“N’Jadaka? What happened?” you demanded. Wambura hesitated to answer you, averting your eyes as you stared her down.

“No, not N’Jadaka… T’Challa.”

You stepped back, suddenly dizzy. It was impossible. It couldn’t be.

You heard another explosion and the children around you began to cry. Parents lifted up their babies and pulled the older ones closer, waiting to know what was going on and what to do. You looked around at their scared faces and smiled warmly.

“Hello, everyone!” you announced, raising your hands and gaining the room’s attention. “Please stay where you are and remain calm. You are safest here. I will personally see to what is going on.”

You stepped out of the room and bolted for the front door of the museum. Wambura beat you to it and extended her spear across the exit.

“I’m afraid I cannot let you do that,” she said quietly. You looked up at her in confusion. Her face looked pained, as though she was grappling with herself.

“A message came down from the general. We no longer serve N’Jadaka. The challenge is not complete.”

You scoffed, completely taken aback.

“It’s civil war,” Wambura continued. You were about to retort when you heard yet another explosion. This one shook the building You looked back to your childhood friend, eyes pleading with her.

“Wambura, please. Come with me.”

She continued to avoid your eyes, obviously conflicted.

“The two of us need not fight,” you implored her. “We never fight.”

Wambura hesitated for a moment before making an internal decision. She grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the exit.

“This way!”

The two of you darted through the streets, utilizing short cuts and secret passages you discovered as kids. You flanked tight to Wambura’s side and listened intently to the transmission from her Kimoyo beads as you approached the scene of the battle.

“T’Challa and N’Jadaka have fallen in to the mines!” a Dora updated the team. Wambura took a sharp left down a side street and pulled a sewer grate from the ground with one hand. She practically threw you down the hole.

Your feet splashed in to the dank water and you looked up to her, ready to help her down.

“This is as far as I can go with you, Y/N,” Wambura called to you. “I must aide the Dora. You know the way!”

Wambura’s head disappeared from view and you were left blinking in to the bright sunlight above. It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust and your memory of the underground to return before you took off running.

Left, left, right, left, up and left again.

You repeated it to yourself as you ran. You didn’t know what it was that you would do once you got there, but you knew you had to get there.

You reached the end of the tunnels and the lip of the mine just in time to see T’Challa bury a blade deep in Erik’s chest.

You felt it as though the sword had settled between your own rib cage.

You cried out in to the mine, but your voice was drowned out by passing vibranium trains. You began to run again, but the mine was a labyrinth and you were hardly half way to them when T’Challa heaved Erik up by his shoulders and loaded him on to a lift.

The pair zoomed upwards and you searched wildly for another lift to the top of the shaft. You spotted one to your right and took off. You climbed and leapt over rocks glistening with vibranium deposits, your hands blackening against the stone as you did so. Your heart was pounding so hard that your pulse howled in your ears. Your lungs burned as you ran and your legs practically collapsed under you when you reached the lift.

You slammed your hands on the controls and the platform rocketed upwards.

Your eyes struggled to adjust to the sunlight, but the two men came in to view.

You saw it all as if in slow motion. You had finally managed to pull yourself up to the mouth of the cave just in time to see the love of your life pull the blade from his chest, the serrated edges tearing more of his flesh out with them. His lungs rattled as they pushed out their last reserves of air and blood streamed down the slick black suit.

“Erik!” you screamed. You hurled your body forward, racing against time. If you could get to him before the cruel clutches of Death did, you could save him. You had to.

Erik’s eyes briefly met yours as he descended. His head hit the rocks with a sickening thud and his body relaxed in to a pool of his own blood.

You pushed past T’Challa and fell at Erik’s side. Your knees scraped against the stone, but you didn’t feel it. You only felt the warm heat of Erik’s blood as you desperately pushed your hands against the deep wound.

“Don’t you dare, Erik!” you yelled at him. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!”

You looked around wildly for anything that could stem the bleeding. You pulled kimoyo beads from your wrist and hastily shoved them in to the gaping hole. They lit up feebly but didn’t respond. The damage was too severe and the blood merely gurgled around the vibranium beads.

You pulled up your skirt and pressed it in a ball to his torso. The white fabric was quickly dyed a deep crimson, the liquid creeping through the threads.

Erik’s image swam before you as your eyes welled up with burning tears. You blinked them back furiously to focus on your task, but they breeched your walls and came cascading down your face. All you could see was a kaleidoscope of tears and blood, but you did feel him move a little.

“Erik?” you repeated.

“Hey, babe,” Erik wheezed.

Your heart leapt as he reached up and gripped your wrist.

He gave it a squeeze with the last of his energy before he went limp. The rattling in his chest stopped and the light behind his eyes went out.

You grabbed Erik by the shoulders and shook him.

“Baby. Baby, don’t do this. Look at me… say my name and look at me!” you wailed.

He slipped from your grip and fell lifelessly back on to the rocks. He was gone.

Erik died with his eyes open, turned towards the Wakandan sunset.

“No. No, please. PLEASE!” you gasped out, unsure of to whom you were begging. Anyone who would listen… Bast… Hanuman… Jesus…

T’Challa.

You rounded on him. The red you saw was no longer Erik’s blood, but your fury.

T’Challa did not recoil as you lunged at him. He stood still and stoic, prepared to receive whatever you’d give him.

Your blood soaked fist collided with his jaw.

You completely abandoned your usual calculated form of fighting. Your training and strategy was drowned out by pain and anger of losing Erik, being falsely imprisoned for a year, and being tortured.

You laid it all out on T’Challa, wildly swinging and screaming. He blocked most of your assault, but did not retaliate. He instead grabbed hold of your arms and pulled you towards him.

“Y/N, stop,” T’Challa said quietly.

You ripped your arms away from him, pushing off his chest as you did so and falling back to the ground.

You crawled over to Erik’s body. You sat next to it, and took his hand. You stroked the back of his hand tenderly with your thumb. It was one of the few smooth parts left to him.

T’Challa stood silently behind you.

When you finally spoke, it was barely a croak.

“He deserved better.”

“I know,” T’Challa replied quietly.

“He deserved so much better,” you repeated, quieter this time.

T’Challa cautiously took a step towards you and surveyed his cousin’s body.

“We will give him a king’s burial,” T’Challa said, his voice colored with guilt. “We will honor him for what he was.”

You shot up suddenly and T’Challa took a quick step back.

“We?!” you yelled at him. “WHO IS WE?”

You reached for one of your kimoyo beads and clicked it on.

“You are not the King, T’Challa. Not anymore. You will do nothing of the sort!”

The image of T’Challa stabbing Erik played back from your wrist, followed closely by Erik’s death. You had been live streaming since the museum event. The Wakandan people had seen all they would need to see.

“You may have won the fight,” you informed him, ice in your voice.

“But now, to Wakanda, you are no better than your murderous father.”

T’Challa’s eyes widened as he realized the damage you had done. You’d shown a very limited view of the occurrences of the day. But you had provided the only view. Comments from viewers poured in. The country was outraged.

“You will never win your people back. In the court of public opinion, T’Challa, I am your queen!”

T’Challa’s voice broke.

“Th-this is treason. You will be locked up for this.”

“Like your father already did?” you challenged him, getting back up in his face. Confusion flickered past his eyes, but you caught it.

“Typical,” you spat at him. “Poor little Challa didn’t know his daddy locked up his old school buddy and tortured her for a year? Didn’t know his daddy murdered his own brother. Didn’t know his daddy abandoned his nephew. What else don’t you fucking know?”

You were so close to him now that he could feel your hot breath against his ear.

“You’re unfit to be king.”

You rushed back to your room where mere hours before you and Erik had been joking around and planning to start a family.

Erik’s blood on your hands had dried, but your skirt still dripped with every step you took. You rifled under your bed for your bug out bag. You were getting the fuck out of here. You may be queen, but old habits die hard and you had to be ready for the unexpected.

Erik dying in your arms was the last thing you’d expected.

The bag caught on the bed frame, and you huffed in frustration. You laid flat on the floor to unstick it and pulled it out with one final jerk. You heard something clatter to the ground and swiped your hand around a few times to locate it.

Your hand closed on a small, purple box.

“I’ve got a present for you when you get back,” Erik’s voice echoed in your head.

A small card with your name written in his handwriting was attached to a crumpled bow. You took a deep breath, and urged the tears not to return as you opened the small card.

“My third gift to you as your husband is my heart. The only one in the world.”

Your hands shook as you carefully opened the box.

The inside glowed an ethereal purple.

Sat atop a small cushion, very much alive and well, sat a heart shaped herb.

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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Summertime Magic (IV)

A/N: In this chapter, we get more moments from the Black Thick Reader and N’Jadaka and they go run errands and literally spend the rest of the day together... BUT they bump into a little bit of problems along the way. (Bold and Ictalized are links to click on)

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WARNING: Lots of fluffiness, weed and alcohol use and some angst.

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Y/N was finishing up her last client when the AC blew cool air into the room. She was touching up his twenty two inch ombre dreads along with a tapered fade. He was one of the guys who followed N’Jadaka and saw what he posted about her work. This exact customer was the sixth one that day and she was up until six am, just doing hair back to back. Despite being exhausted, she was thankful because N’Jadaka promoted her so well. Once she was done with his hair and left, she counted all her money and smiled at how much she had made; eight hundred dollars even. She placed it all in her wallet when she got an interrupted call; she smiled at the name. “Hey, Daka.”

“Hey, Baby Girl. What you doing right now”, he asked and it sounded like the wind was around his speaker. “Nothing, I was about to go and deposit this money at this bank and hit Target. Some sales are going on and I wanna catch them”, she told him as she grabbed her house keys and fixed her golden yellow body con dress. All of a sudden, she heard a honk on his end and outside of her door. When she peeked through the curtains, she saw N’Jadaka’s truck parked outside of her house. She still had the phone to her ear when she opened the door. “Seriously, Daka”, she asked and heard his deep chuckle.

She hung up making her way to the passenger side, leaning in the window. “You do know I have my own car right,” she asked him making him smile. “You know, I don’t care right”, he mocked her. “Now, get ya cute ass in the car so I can be a generous muthafucka”, he said. She rolled her eyes and got in; they were off. Her window was still down with her arm out making waves against the wind. When she looked at Daka, he was already watching her. “Why are you staring at me” is what came from her lips. “No reason. You just look good. I like that color on you”, he added. Y/N blushed as soon as she looked away. “Which bank we going to anyways?”

“Chase”, she said and he nodded, still looking ahead at the road. “So, how you sleep” she heard and she said “fine, how about you?” He shrugged and admitted, “barely. I have insomnia. I would only sleep for, like, an hour then wake up. Been like that for a while.” She looked over at him and saw how sad his demeanor had gotten. “Must be hard”, she asked with her arm rested beside his. N’Jadaka looked over at her with soft eyes then back to the road. “Becomes natural when you have dealt with it for as long as I did.”

“For how long?”

“Shiiii, since I was like ten....maybe. I think”, N’Jadaka thought out loud. Y/N watched as he drove and noticed his hand close to hers. When her hand inched closer to his, the car came to a stop and he looked at her. “You should be glad this is my bank too. I gotta go in anyways.” He hopped out and so did she but when she did, he looked her up and down. “What I do”, she asked as his arms folded. “Baby Girl, did you hop out the car without me opening the door for you?” She nodded as he walked over. “I don’t know what kind of niggas you hang out with but when you with me, you don’t get to touch doors. Got it?” She said, “yes, Daka.” She walked ahead of him and he opened the doors into the bank.

The manager noticed them walking and walked over. “Ms. Y/L/N, good to see you again, young lady. How is your father doing?” They shook and Y/N stood back. “He’s getting there. Still a long process but he’s a fighter.” The woman nodded, agreeing. “Yes, well he is in my prayers.”

“Thank you. How are the twins by the way? I haven’t seen them since they were about to graduate.”

“Yes, yes. Thanks again for doing their hair. You did so well. Everyone loved it,” the manager gave a huge smile before asking “so, what brings you two in today.” Y/N looked back at N’Jadaka and said: “well, I’m depositing more money into my accounts.” The woman smiled and said, “that’s great and you have the deposit checkbook I gave you right.” Y/N held it up and said: “yes, ma’am.” N’Jadaka and Y/N stood in the long line when N’Jadaka asked “what wrong with ya pops?”

“He had arthritis in his back and knees. Had it for as long as I can remember.”

“Awe damn. I’m sorry, Baby Girl.”

“It’s okay. He a black man, he’s tough as hell.” N’Jadaka nodded and looked straight ahead. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why you do hair in your house again?” She looked back at him as his eyes waited for her answer. “Well, I can’t afford it right now. I’m saving it and I, at least, need like five g’s or more. There is this cute vacant spot in the Crenshaw Plaza by Baskin Robbins that I’ve been looking at. It’s perfect because no one else can afford it but not me. I’m almost there.” N’Jadaka noticed Y/N’s beaming smile when she continued to talk about her place. When she stopped, he said “you have some bomb ass idea. Real shit, you got it, Baby Girl.”

"Thank you, Daka. That really means a lot. I can’t wait to have my own shop. Just not sure what to name it. Maybe something like ‘Naturals’ with for z’s at the end. My mom likes that name.”

“Does have a ring to it. It would catch my eye” he said as the line got shorter: it was now Y/N’s turn. She looked back at him while he looked around like a little kid. She went ahead and deposited her money to get out the way. Once they were done, they pulled into the Target parking lot; N’Jadaka opened her door. They walked in, grabbed a cart and began shopping as she red her shopping list on her phone. “Okay, so I need towels, shampoo, conditioner, more rubber bands, and clips, rubbing alcohol, witch hazel and some other shit.” N’Jadaka trailed behind her as she walked through aisles and all.

“Y/N after we done over here, I need to hit the food section for our movie night.”

“Movie Night? When did we talk about this?”

“Last night, woman. When I told you to keep the leftovers for me.”

She stopped and his chest collided with her back after the unexpected pause. “Daka, you didn’t say anything about dinner AND the movie.” He placed his hands beside hers on the cart pushing it slowly, making her walk again. “Well, we can’t just sit there, staring at each other and eat. That would be weird as hell.” His broad chest was still flushed against hers. The heat that radiated from him must have transferred to her chore. His hands covered hers as they pushed together; she couldn’t help but smile at the moment. All of a sudden, she noticed he was reaching for the items she read off. His finger pointed to one shampoo and he asked: “Which one?”

“The, uh, Pantene. The one with the gold markings on it. Can you get the conditioner too, with the pumps”, she said as he reached for the bottles while she watched. His smooth bicep was flexed under his short sleeve white tee. He placed them in the cart and they kept it pushing. Throughout the beauty aisle, he grabbed for the items when she told him which ones to get. He stayed as close as possible as strangers either awed, looked in confusion or in disgust. Y/N didn’t care for the unwanted attention but she didn’t mind being this to him.

They finally went to the grocery area and he looked over the options. “I’ve been cravings sweets like a muthafucka lately. What you like, Baby Girl”, he asked and she looked up at him. “Well, I like cupcakes and all. But I’m not sure. Do you wanna really ruin your physique?” He chuckled and told her “girl, these muscles ain’t going nowhere trust me” as he moved his pecs against her skin. He grabbed desserts such as brownies, those soft sugar cookies, and cupcakes. “Aight, little one. What you wanna drink? Lead the way”, he announced but his hands still on hers. They pushed the cart to the beverage section and she nodded towards the pineapple juice and Coke.

“Are you tryna drink, drink tonight? ‘Cause those are chasers”, he mentioned and she shrugged in response. “Shit, I’m down if you are but since we in this bougie ass Target they don't liquor in here. So, we can go by the liquor store we met at on our way back.” They grabbed some candy and popcorn, soon finished up and were in the self check out; her eyes stared at the total. “Holy fuck”, she said to herself as she pulled out her debit card but saw N’Jadaka pull out money. “What are you doing”, she asked. “Whatchu mean? It’s on me.”

“No, it’s not. I got it.”

“No, I do.”

“Daka?”

“Baby Girl?”

She stood with her hand on her hips and he folded his arms when an older black woman passed by. “Y’all are so cute. Reminds me of me and my husband.” Y/N giggled and spoke to the woman. “Oh, ma’am we-”

“Thank you, ma’am. My girl always wanna fight though”, he said and Y/N looked at him with a brow up. “She never wants me to pay for anything. I’m just tryna be a good man to my lady, dat’s all.” The lady looked over her glasses to Y/N and said “let him treat cha, baby. There is a lot of young men outchea that don’t even pay attention. Let him handle it”; with that, she walked away. Y/N still stood there when he poked her arm so she can move a little, paying the total and grabbing the bag before walking away. He looked back at her and yelled “you betta bring ya ass or you gotta catch that musty ass Metro”; she followed behind.

They pulled into the parking lot as she looked to him. “You coming in with me or you staying here”, she asked and he looked over handing her $50. “You won’t be long. ima just chill here and wait. Stay outta trouble, young lady. Don’t make me have to kill a nigga”, he lectured her, wagging his finger; she laughed and hopped out. When she entered the store, the sound of the ding sound if it was going out. Y/N placed a hand cart on her arm as she looked up and down the aisles. She thought of making her amazing slushes for tonight since it was hotter more than usual. She switched slightly when she got to the alcohol section, grabbing rum and Jack Daniels. All of a sudden, she felt a strong arm wrap around her shoulders.

“Thought you was staying in the car” she taunted but she felt like something wasn’t right; this arm wasn’t like Daka’s at all. She turned to see a man she never wanted to see again. “What up, doll,” he said with a gapped smile. He had burnt umber skin, brown eyes with braids in a creative pattern across his scalp. He wore a Dodgers baseball jersey wide open to show his toned chest, dark denim jeans, and Vans. She looked around and pushed his arm off, walking the other way. “What you want Rodney”, she said flinging open the freezer door trying to keep him away as she looked closer at the drink section. “You lookin’ good, Y/N. I see you done lost a little weight”, he said as he watched her bend down, grabbing a small bag of ice.

She took a deep breath and looked him up and down as she stood up. “I see ya head got fatter”, she threw at him as she walked down an aisle with him following behind. “I see you still got jokes. How you been”, he asked with hands in pockets. “Fine, now go away”, she said looking at random items to keep her eyes away from him. Rodney was her first boyfriend but what he did was unforgivable. Rodney continued to follow her, watching with a careful eye. “C’mon, girl. You not gonna say you miss me like I miss you.” She rolled her eyes and placed her right hand on her hip turning to him with a stern look. She had to admit he was a handsome son of a bitch but his attitude was the worse.

“Yeah, I know exactly why you miss me”, she mentioned with a rose brow. He chuckled with a step closer and leaned into her face with a smile. “Yeah, and why you think I miss yo cute ass?” She walked her fingers up his chest then pulled his head down. “Because whoever you with now, done fucked up ya shit”, she said before she pushed his head back and walking to the counter. He made his way over and pulled out his money. “I got ya, ma.”

“Too late. Already paid for”, she said grabbing her bag and making her way to the front door to notice N’Jadaka getting out and leaning against the front. She felt Rodney grab her hand and she yanked it looking back at him, disgusted. “Y/N, I do miss you. There I said it.” She looked out to see Daka looking inside with his hands folded in front of him. Rodney followed her glance and instantly felt heated but kept his cool. N’Jadaka watched Rodney through the glass in the same spot. Y/N started to walk and looked back at him, saying “keep missing me.”

She finally walked out and N’Jadaka leaned against her door. “Who was that?” Rodney walked out, hands in pockets and eyes on them as he walked away. Y/N noticed N’Jadaka watching him and made him look at her. “A mistake.” N’Jadaka nodded before opening her door and heard something behind him. “He ain’t got shit on me, ma! Never have! Have never will! And don’t fa get that shit!!!” N’Jadaka noticed her trying to get out but he leaned against the door. “Wassup, cuh?! You talkin’ a lot of shit for yo punk ass to be walking away! Could have said that shit back here! Don’t get fucked up, ol’ bummy ass nigga!!!”

“Daka, can we go,” Y/N asked and N’Jadaka looked back at her. “Say please”, he told her with a smirk. “Can we pleeeeease go”; he sighed and walked over to his side. Soon, he pulled into her driveway and looked at her before getting out and opening her door. “Go ahead in. I’ll bring all the shit in.” Before she could disagree, he looked at her and playful shooed her away. She went to open the door and slid out her sandals. She tossed her hair into a high ponytail, instantly feeling cool. Y/N made her into the kitchen, grabbed a tall glass and poured some iced tea, sipping from the cool glass with closed eyes.

“You not gonna pour me some”, she heard which made her jump. She turned to see N’Jadaka sitting her counter. “Wh-when did you come in here” fell from her lips in a timid voice. “Like a minute ago. You didn’t hear me”, he questioned her with a smirk on his lips. “Of course not, butt munch. You scared the shit outta me”, she explained to him as she grabbed another cup for him. She poured him some as he put the groceries up. She started to think about Rodney and what he had done to her. Humiliation? Torture? Heartbreak? Or all the above? “Baby Girl? Baby Girl?”

She looked up at him as he stopped her from pouring the drink. It had got on the counter, dripping to the ground. He rung out a dish towel to clean up and got another to dry. “You aight? You just spacing out and shit”; his tone, as if he was concerned but she just nodded. “Yeah, I just need a drink,” she said before turning her back to get her blender and plugging it in. “What yo cute ass finna make”, he wondered out loud leaning on his hands, watching her. “I am making some adult icees. A little this and a little that.” She grabbed the ice, alcohol, and chasers. “You seem like a Jack and Coke guy. So I’ll call this one..” She looked to him and back to the blender. “All Hail the King.” He nodded and folded his arms. “That shit is smooth. Teach me how to make it then.”

“Aight. First, we need 3/4 of Jack Daniels then we get a cup of Coca Cola.” She began pouring then grabbed a cup of ice putting it in next. “Now, we just blend”, she announced while looking at him with a smirk. She grabbed two tall mason jars and grabbed the gummies she grabbed at the liquor store with a straw. “This is extra but I like this touch though. Now you can just throw them in or placed them neatly around.” She placed the Coke bottle-shaped gummies neatly for him to see and placed the straw in the middle of both glasses. She poured the drink inside and handed him the glass before sipping hers.

He placed his lips in the straw as Y/N watched. Once he tasted the drink, he smacked his lips to inquire about the taste. He side-eyed her round face and looked straight ahead. “It’s aight,” he said before sipping the drink again. He looked at Y/N pouted lips and said “I’m fucking with you. It’s fire as fuck. You know what would be good?”

“What?”

“Jack and Coke floats. Now, that shit would be A1 for real for real.”

She agreed and placed her drink down. “Lemme get these leftovers out so I can warm this chicken up.” She grabbed the huge bag of food from the fridge. Sheila had packed a ton of food for them which was like a family dinner for the holidays. Containers were filled with mac and cheese, potato salad, fried chicken, greens and cornbread; her mouth was almost drooling. Y/N pulled out a baking dish and sprayed with cooking oil, place the chicken on top then setting it in the oven; N’Jadaka watched her in confusion. “Why not put it in the microwave?”

“Because if you put fried chicken the microwave, it’ll get all nasty and soggy but when you put in the oven, it gets all nice and crispy. You can thank me later”, she said standing up. She was getting self-conscious as it got hotter and decided to do the best. “I’m about to hop in the shower. The guest bathroom is down the hall on your left and feel free to anything. I’ll be back out in like ten minutes.”

“Bet” and with that, she walked to her bedroom’s bathroom to bathe. She slipped out her previous dress (along with underwear) and threw them in the basket before stepping into the warm water. She asked Alexa to play her mellow playlist and Yuna started to play. Y/N began exfoliating out of habit and bathed in her Shea Moisture Black Soap. Before she stepped out, she rubbed her body in baby oil. She stepped out to get dressed when she peeked her head through the door to check on Daka; he sat on the couch with his arms resting on the back of it. After closing the door back, she looked for a pair of boy shorts and her old hockey jersey her dad gave her back in high school. It was loose on her since her weight loss even though she still had a pouch and some fluffiness.

She slipped it on and put her locs in a neat bun on top of her head before walking out to the kitchen, checking the chicken. “How was your shower”, N’Jadaka asked walking to the island. “It was great. Looks like chicken is ready. You want everything, Daka”, she asked as she got an oven and pulled the tray out. “Yeah, I want everything”. She noticed his voice was deeper and sinful to her ears. Maybe it was just the alcohol, she thought. She turned to him and he was just watching her, sipping the rest of his drink. Soon, she was done warming up the food that needed to be and put their plates together. “So, what you wanna watch? I got Hulu and Netflix.”

“Nah, they just got the same shit. I noticed you got a nice DVD collection over in the corner.” They sat next to one another on the couch and she sipped from her cup as he watched; she noticed. “You okay”, she asked and he pouted, playfully, towards her drink. “Do you want me to make you another one?” He nodded as she giggled and got up. Once she was done with making the drink, she walked over with blender in hand and noticed something. “Daka?” No answer. “Daka? I know yo butt can hear me.”

“Wassup, baby girl.” He was in the corner looking at the DVDs again. “Daka, where is my drink?” He shrugged as she placed the blender down and turned him around; he was sipping the drink with one hand looking at her. “Daka?! That was minnnnneeeeee”, she pouted and folded her arms. He used his opposite hand to place on her back bringing her chest to chest. “Me sorry. It’s just so damn good. I couldn't help myself. Do you forgive me”, he asked but she still pouted with her brows pushed in. He kissed her forehead softly then both her cheeks. “Forgive me”, he asked again and she said “fine. Better be glad I made enough for both of us.” She walked over to the couch to pour the drinks as N’Jadaka grabbed a few DVDs.

“Chose something, yet?” He placed the disc in and Y/N smiled at the intro music.

You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it.

He bopped his shoulders, dancing side to side. She smiled shaking her head and slipping into the kitchen to rinse out the blender. All of a sudden, she felt him dancing against her back, pelvic thrusting her behind. She pushed her backside up against him that made him step back but he wrapped his arms around her waist as they went back to the couch. An hour or so into the movie, they were finished with their food and watching comfortable silence. “Ebony is one trifling bitch. Like she cute but she ain’t got shit on Diamond”, Y/N said and he agreed. “Don’t fa get about her nigga though. Grimy ass nigga. Like he could have fucked anyone else but her fuckin’ family. Nah that’s that bull shit I can’t fuck with.”

“So, you never would cheat?”

“Never have. Never will.”

“So, lets say if we were together and Kesha had to stay here, you wouldn’t try and fuck her?”

“Who dat?” She looked at him and said “the girl I was with when we first met.” He laughed out loud and wiped his fake tear. “Nah, Baby Girl. She ain’t my type.”

“Then what is your type?”; no answer. Y/N was leaning on her arm with her legs resting on the couch as he sat in his original position. He looked over at his hand and noticed it was close to her but he left it be. Then, the best part came on; the dressing room fight scene and N’Jadaka & Y/N sat closer but still apart. He hissed as Diamond landed the last punch. “Got that bitch good as fuck. Pretty and can hold it down”, he added with a single clap. The movie ended and they decided to make it an Ice Cube movie night. Next up was Friday and they sat closer but still in the same poses. “Aye, baby girl? Is it okay if I smoke in here?” She gave him the okay and he started rolling. His part was about to come in a few minutes when he looked over at her with hooded eyes. “Do you smoke”?

“Never had.”

Right when the part came on, she heard the TV along with an echo and N’Jadaka passing her a blunt. “I know you don't smoke weed, I know this, but I'm gonna get you high today, 'cause it's Friday; you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do.” She looked at him and took the blunt gently from his fingers. She sucked in then held it in her system like he told her to do. She held it in so it could get in her lungs and blew it throw her nose; impressing him. “Good. Good job, rookie.” Hours later and now watching Next Friday, they sat there talking and laughing; all the snacks and desserts he bought earlier with Jack and Coke floats made were on the table in front of them. Y/N’s favorite part came on and she giggled as she pretended along with the character. “Mister Nasty Time”, she giggled and heard N’Jadaka reciting the uncle’s part as well.

N’Jadaka’s came on and he looked to Y/N who still looked at the screen. The part was about to play when N’Jadaka grabs her arm as they stood. Getting in character and he held his finger gun to her temple making her snickering with her hands up.

“Little mothafucka trying to rob me. I'mma show you how I do 'em.”

“I ain’t tryna rob you...”

They kept this going until the fight scene and he tackled her onto the couch, making her giggling and surrender. Before you know it, they had smoked another blunt and the Jack was all gone. They were sitting just like before but knee to knee and his hand caressing her arm. Y/N can feel N’Jadaka’s arm pulling her in around her shoulder His other callused hand fell onto his lap. That’s when she heard it from his lips. “Put your leg on me so you can be more comfortable. Looks like your leg gonna fall asleep”; she did so and he was right. He wrapped his arm around her neck and she placed her head on top of his chest. As he rubbed her shoulder through her top, his fingertips made circles against her calf and up her knee, finally to her thigh. He kissed her forehead and she looked up to his eyes. They looked at each other with a grin, his fingers caressed her lips, lips inching closer to hers until...

“Girl, I can’t believe this shit” they heard from the door and looked up, heads turned to the direction. It was Kesha who used her copy of the key, walking in unannounced. She was wearing a yellow tube top, bamboos and her box braids were in a low ponytail. She wore jean shorts with sandals and a grey flannel around her waist. She turned to see the couple on the couch and her eyes went to her best friend’s face. “My bad, best friend. I didn't know we had company.” N’Jadaka set back looking at her as Y/N said “we don’t. I do. Shay, yo ass don’t live here.”

“Then, why I got a key then?”

“In case of emergencies”, she said as she leaned back. Shay rolled her eyes and sat in the armchair on Y/N’s other side. “So, what y’all doing up in here?”

“Shay, what are you doing up in here”, Y/N asked making Daka chuckle looking at the screen. “Never mind since you look all booed up shit. That can wait”, Shay told her as she folded her arms watching the screen. Y/N looked at him and said: “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t take too long, Baby Girl. Ima keep ya seat warm.”

She got up and looked at her best friend, nodding to her bedroom door. When they got in, Shay looked at Y/N leaning against the door with low eyes. “Best friend, are you high?”

“What’s wrong, Shay?”

“I asked you first.”

“Bitch, don’t kill my vibe. Bitch, don’t kill my vibe”, Y/N sung then laughed and held her friend in place. “I’m kidding, geez. Aight, tell me wassup.” Shay sat on Y/N’s bed and rubbed her temples. “A bitch almost got jumped.” Y/N was still high but wanted to go off. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand vibe killed.” She sat next to Shay and leaned behind her with her arms. “By who?”

“Girl, that is a wholeee story, sis. So, I was at Ricky’s house and we getting it in. I mean, like, my knee caps are to my ear and he digging in my shit. Right when we about to set it off, he stops and runs in they bathroom. I’m laying there like ‘what the fuck’ then I hear a slam and shuffling outside the door. Sandra in that bitch, rolling deeper that muthafucka. Looking like she brought the whole family. It was like a quinceanera in that bitch. I had to lock the bedroom door and hurry up and get dressing. I dead ass was finna hop out the window until I looked and there's more of them. I’m like ‘ell nah’ so I’m thinking fast. I peek through the keyhole to see they was going in they kitchen so I ran into the other bathroom. Right across the way. I see a bar of soap on the sink and hear the El Chapo Clan bust into the bedroom and Sandra was like ‘where that black bitch at, Ricky!?’ Then, I threw the soup at the kitchen window. I hear everyone running in and I made a run for it through the window and gunned it.”

She looked at Y/N when didn’t hear a reaction; her arm was under her chin with a smirk on her face. “You should have known. This the same nigga that was fuckin’ bitches left and right gettin’ them pregnant and shit. Ricky ain’t good for not a damn thing and yo ass fall for it.” Shay leaned on her friend’s shoulder with a pout. “Can I stay in the extra bedroom? They might be looking for my ass.”

“Sure. Ya clothes are still in there, too. You need a good bath and some sleep”, she hugged her best friend and kissed her cheek. “Now, lemme go finish watching this movie with my guest.” They left the room and Shay said “goodnight, y’all. Take care of my girl, brotha man.”

“She in good hands”, he said over his shoulder. He had another blunt in his hand half gone when Y/N sat back down. “Everything okay”, he asked her as she got back in the pose she was in before. “Yeah, just drama as usual. You good?” He passed her the blunt and nodded; she took a hit and passed back to him. “Nah, that’s all yours, Baby Girl.” She kissed his cheek and took another hit. “Friday After Next?”

“Sure is.” They sat there eating all the snacks and laughing at the movie, reciting lines and all.

The next morning, Y/N had her back against the arm of the couch with her head resting on the back. She opened her eyes to the mess on the table and the screen now black. Her leg was wrapped around something as her hand rested in other that felt like soften wool. When she looked down, she saw a sleeping N’Jadaka. His head was on her chest, both arms wrapped her waist and long legs rested on the other armest. Her eyes were still half open and she noticed her hand was massaging his scalp the entire time their bodies intertwined together. She grinned and closed her eyes again before she heard him stop snoring. “You up, baby girl”, he asked in a raspy voice with still shut eyes and she answered “kinda”, eyes closed as well. He asked “breakfast?”

“Denny’s or iHop?”

“Nah, Roscoe’s.” Y/N moved a little still with eyes shut and said “okay, just give me a few more....”; they had drifted off to sleep and didn’t wake back up until three hours later.

And. I. OOp. Things are getting a little more interesting...ooooooo. So, I wanted to do a little more cute N’Jadaka with some angst but the next chapter is going to be too cute to handle. Also, I am doing three parts (five chapters each) so the next chapter will be the final for this part :(. But do not worry because I am making a separate master for this so be on the look out. I’m gonna got to working on the new ish and paint. Okay. Baaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii.

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