#I love pineapple upsidedown cake so much it’s not funny

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Black Folks Don’t Do That Shit (Pt. 2)

Author’s Note:  Hello everyone!  I know it’s been a while since I’ve published anything new.  But here is part 2!  Hope y’all like it!

Warnings:  All the vampirisms - creepiness, blood-drinking, etc.

Disclaimer:  None of the images used are mine.

You breathed peacefully as the smell of frying chicken wafted through the kitchen.

The closer it got to Halloween, the more it rained.

And yet, despite the chill in the air, your spirits were high and your heart was full.

Yet, a question - the question, weighed down on your mind.

“Smells good,” A familiar voice said.

You turned around to see Nakia walk into the kitchen.

“Really?  Thanks.  It’s my grandma’s recipe.”

“Your grandmother?  Interesting.  I wonder what other delicious things your family has created.”

“Well, grandma made a lot of recipes.  She had bananas foster, sweet potato pie...”

You turn to her.

“Oh, and pineapple upsidedown cake!”

Nakia looked at you with predatory eyes as his mouth twisted into a puckered smirk.

“What?”

“I wasn’t referring to food.”

Before you could reply, Ayo came in.

“Mr. Udaku has awoken, my lady.”

“Thank you,” Nakia said, dismissing her as quickly as she came.

“Mr. Udaku’s sleeping awfully late,” you commented, turning back to your cooking, “Is he okay?”

“He is fine.  Merely a small cold.”

“Explains why I haven’t met him yet.  But at least he likes my fried chicken.  I could fire up some soup if you like.”

“Would you?”

“Of course!”

“Thank you,” Nakia said gratefully.

Unbeknownst to you, as you fired up another stovetop, Nakia was looking at your ass.

_

Later that Evening

You quietly padded up to the stairs, a silver tray in your hands.

On it lied a bowl of crab soup, which steamed with spices, and a glass of orange juice.

Once you got to the top of the stairs, you walked down the hall up to the large red door.

Ayo, who had been standing at the door, gave you a slight nod and went to open it.

Yet, Nakia beat her to it.

“Ah (Y/N),” she greeted with a thousand-watt smile, “Come on in.  There is someone I’d like you to meet.”

You walked in, deliberately trying to miss her skimpy pink robe.  But to your surprise, Mr. Udaku was not in his bed.

“Where is he?”

Just then, a tall figure ghosted out of the large walk-in closet.

“Here,” he said, “You must be (Y/N).”

You almost gasped at how handsome he was.

6′0 tall, black, muscled and with eyes as deep as a panther in a nighttime jungle.

No wonder Nakia’s wearing that tiny ass robe.

Wait, you thought anxiously, Were he and Nakia fucking?!  Oh, shit shit shiiiit.  I need to go.

“Yes well,” you said, “It’s nice to finally meet you.  I um...got your soup.”

“How kind of you,” he replied, gliding past you and returning to bed, “You are...everything Nakia said you were.”

Damn, his accent is nice.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Is it, my love?”  Nakia asked, laying beside him.

T’Challa’s cat-like eyes looked you up and down with a dark approval and bit his lip, “Yes.  Very much so.”

“Isn’t she lovely?  Okoye found her at the farmer’s market.”

“The one always full of people.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Mhmm...”

She kissed that spot between his cheek and neck.

“(Y/N),” T’Challa said, “Would you mind turning around for me and giving me a little...spin?”

You furrowed your brow but nevertheless did as he asked.

“Mmmm perfect,” he purred.

“Glad I’m making a good impression,” you said wryly, “Where should I put your food?”

“On the table is fine.  That will be all.”

“Thank you,” Nakia called as you left.

You quietly padded out of the room.

God those two are weird.  Oh well.  At least they pay well.

_

The Day Before Halloween

“Yes mom I’m safe,” you assured as you held your cellphone closer, “Stop worrying so much.”

“I know I just...,” she sighed, “Are you sure you trust this couple you’re workin’ for?”

“Yeah!  They pay me 17$ an hour even when I’m cooking, free room and board with all the fixings and when I do cook I get to wear my PJs.  What more could a girl want?”

“Exactly.  They’re being awfully generous.  This just rubs me the wrong way.  They could be tryna do something to you.  They could be tryna keep you as some sorta sex slave.”

You busted out laughing, “Mom, please.  You’re overreacting.  Black folks don’t do that shit.  Plus I like it.  They’re a little weird but...they’re nice.  I feel...like I’m at home.”

“You have a home,” she said, a little hurt, “With me and Sunny, remember?”

“Yeah...of course,” you lied, “Listen I uh...gotta go.  I’ll call you later okay?”

“Alright.  I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up and quietly sat on your bed, shivering as you caved into yourself.

You would never have a home, not with that man.

Then, a couple minutes later...

KNOCK.  KNOCK.

“(Y/N)?  (Y/N) are you in there?”  Nakia asked.

“Yeah.  Yeah, I am,” you said, sitting up and trying to look presentable, “Come on in.”

“Forgive me for the intrusion,” she said as she came in, melodious and beautiful as ever, “I just wanted to see if you were alright?”

“Yeah.  Of course, I am!”  You chirped, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“No particular reason.  It’s just that sometimes we spend so much of our lives caring for others, we forget that we need people to care about us.  So I ask you...”

She sits down beside you.

“Are you okay?”

You breathe real rough, “Actually...no, no I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?”  She asked, cascading an arm over you.

Your head fit perfectly into her neck.

“It’s...it’s hard to talk about.”

“Well, you don’t have to hide things from me.  And it is unhealthy to keep things bottled up.  Besides,” she said, tipping your chin up so you could meet her eyes, “You can tell me anything.”

Her breath smelled like mint and something else metallic that you couldn’t place.

Yet, she was so...hypnotizing.

“I um...,” your mind was getting clouded, “I’ll tell you later tonight.  During dinner?”

“Sure.”

“And I’m sure Mr. Udaku wants to join us.  We could have dinner - just the three of us?”

“Of course,” Nakia said with a smile, “It’s like you read my mind.”

_

You hummed softly to Lizzo’s BET performance of Truth Hurts as you skimmed down the sauces aisle looking for Auntie Mae’s Barbecue Sauce.

You needed it for the ribs.

You bit your lit and nodded as her flute screeched in your ears.

You didn’t know why everything seemed to be falling into place.

Maybe it was the weather, the season?

You smiled.

No, you thought, This new job is good for me.

“Miss,” a voice said, “Can I help you find something?”

You turned around to see a store attendant eyeing you.

“No thanks,” you replied, “I’m good.”

“Are you sure?  Because I can help you find anything you need-”

“She said she was fine,” a familiar voice growled.

You looked over your shoulder and there they were.

“Uh s-sorry sir,” the attendant said nervously as T’Challa glared him down.

“Perhaps you should listen better,” Nakia hissed, her brown eyes narrowing.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Get out of our sight,” T’Challa snarled.

He stalked toward the man slowly, as if he was ready to pounce.

“Yes, sir.  R-right away sir.”

As soon as the man was gone, the pair sunk back to normal and began chuckling.

“You two are wrong for that,” you said with an amused smile.

“Oh come on,” Nakia laughed, clutching her pink trench coat collar, “That was too funny.”

“Yes,” T’Challa agreed, “And he was asking for it anyway.”

“What are you two doing out anyway?”

“Well T’Challa needed some air and we wanted to surprise you.”

“How did you even know where I was?”  You asked, plucking your desired bottle of sauce from the aisle.

“This store carries the finest ingredients in town.  We figured you’d be here.  Now, come.  Let us live this day to the fullest and return home.  I am famished.”

_

The three of you laughed as you walked in through the front door, caramel apples and grocery bags in hand.

“And she told me she tried to twerk,” Nakia said, busting out laughing, “Can you believe it, a Nordic woman trying to twerk?  My goodness.”

“I’m upset you didn’t get it on camera,” T’Challa guffawed.

“Y’all are crazyyyyyy,” you giggle, “Now go relax.  I gotta cook dinner.”

The two relax as you unpack the food, wash it and turn it into a culinary masterpiece over the span of a few hours.

“Dinner’s ready!”  You called once everything was done.

_

“My dear this is so delicious,” T’Challa commented as the three of you dined on ribs, mac and cheese, yams and collard greens.

“I agree,” Nakia purred, “The ribs are not too tough and the greens don’t have all that damned ham stuffed into it.”

“Yeah my mom always used to do that when I was younger,” you said, “I hated it.  So I promised myself I’d learn how to make my own greens.”

“Thank Bast for promises,” T’Challa said, sipping his wine.

“Bast?”

“Mhmm.  Bast is the goddess of all things good.  She is a being of protection, love, and comfort.”

“I thought she was the goddess of cats.”

He chuckles, “Yes.  Cats too.”

“That’s cool!  Have you studied Egyptian mythology before?”

T’Challa smiled, “Let’s just say I know a lot.”

You furrowed your brow but soon forgot your confusion when Nakia ran to the fridge.

“I am so glad you came to us (Y/N),” she chirped, “You do not know how long we’ve been waiting for someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“Mhmm,” Nakia answered, returning with a glass of wine, “Someone who would make us whole again - make this family whole again.”

“I thought I was just your chef,” you said as Nakia popped the cork and filled your glass.

“Oh no my dear,” she said, “You are much more than that.”

“But...aren’t you two happy together?”

“Of course!”  T’Challa confirmed.

“But you weren’t whole?”

“No,” Nakia answered.

Your brow furrowed again, “I’m confused.”

A peaceful looked crossed her face, and the dark-skinned woman then grabbed your hand in a warm grip.

“Love does not always just happen between two people.  It is eternal and in a thousand different directions,” she explained, “What is between T’Challa and me is only a third of the relationship the three of us share.”

“This,” she gestures between the two of you, “Is unique and priceless, and it has made T’Challa and I better people.”

“Wow,” you thoughtfully as you took a sip of wine, “I never thought a friendship could be so important.”

“Not a friendship, darling,” T’Challa corrected.

“Then what?”

Then, it hit you - a wave of dizziness.

“Oh,” you moaned, clutching your head, “Shit.”

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?”  T’Challa asked, his eyes turning red, “You look a bit dizzy, my love.”

“Oh don’t tease her T’Challa,” Nakia chastised, “She’s already been through enough.”

The second wave hit.  It was enough to make you knock your glass over.

A scream tried to make its way out of your mouth, but even that took too much energy.  As a result, you said two small words.

“Help...somebody...”

“Shh,” Nakia soothed, “Go to sleep now.  Everything is alright.  Rest.”

The last thing you saw before the darkness came was the crimson shine in her eyes.

_

And that is all for now everyone!  I’m so glad I finally updated.  It’s been forever since I’ve written.  Enjoy!

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