#Tchalla angst

[ghostsprettymama]

CONCEITED PRT 2

Toxic.

WARNINGS: Smut, cussing,murder,teasing,manipulation,safe sex,daddy kink,no spell check, angst.

PAIRING: Gang leader ! T'Challa x Black ! reader

PART ONE

plot: you wake up in your room after your party yesterday, your friend is gone but you struggle to remember what happened. The Udakus across the street from you are weirding you out. but T'challa is also watching your every move.

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key words:

gugu'lami - my treasure

entle - beautiful

Sthandwa-my love

Le intombazana izoba kukufa kwam

- this girl will be the death of me

Ndingubani igama lam Umenz - what's my name baby

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Y/n' s room

I woke up in my room? i couldve sworn i was some where else. But i knew it was early, I opened my curtains and i heard the birds chirping. For some damn reason i had a migraine too? the hell was happening to me. I took a shower, lathering my body up in soap. i didnt even notice the teddy bear in my bathroom.

T'Challa Pov.

He sat in the Camera rooms Watching Y/n,every move she did he saw. This man was beyond toxic and conceited. he wanted this woman so bad . But dating her and marking her as his would be suicide. it could fuck everything up.

"Damn. Why do i gotta play these fucking games." he mumbled to himself. he watches you shower, seeing you turn, he got hard looking at your Chest. You were bending down to look at the teddy bear.

"Dad mustve got me another stuff animal?" you shrugged it off, oo lord when you turned around, this man was on the edge of his seat looking at your ass. almost beating in person views.

' god give me the fucking strength to work today ' he thought

Y/n Pov

I got out the shower putting a casual fit on after putting lotion and perfume on and a little bit of red lipstick,my momma said she wanted to do some yoga in the yard so i came with her. it was now saturday so ofc im busy helping my mom.

In the yard we did excersizes, we even practice choreography for the next game or event my team had to go to.

"how was the sleepover with sasha?" your mom asked. You couldnt remember . You just shrugged it off

"Is that the lil Udaku boy over there?" you turned and he was washing his car. damn he did look sexy too. you bit your pretty lips watching him. you locked eyes with him, something in your somach felt like butterflies.

Locking eyes with him felt warm. as if you were infront of a king who only saw you. if you were a pretty crystal he wanted in a pile of diamonds. he was walking over? oh lord . "y/n baby youre drooling-" your mother said and you wiped your mouth.

you turned around going back to doing yoga, while he talked to your mother, you tested your flexibility since you need it for being a majorette, you heard him clear his throat. behave you assumed thats what it meant. but you were infront of your mother so it didnt matter.

"Well my baby is a little stiff with yoga so can you help her while i run to the store right quick baby?" your mother said and T' Nodded. she got in her car driving off.

He did what he was asked, he corrected your posture, noticing youd flinch lwhenever he grabbed your hips because of how it affected you. "If you pose like that you look like a cat throwing up." He said, of course he was gonna be a jerk, And a Attractive one too. "Well i dont see you being the flexible one here Sir." you said with the sass alike your fathers.

"Lower your tone, speak to me like that again and see what happens" He promised pressing against me on accident, which is what i assumed. I never felt something like that before, he felt so big n hard. i fell from him distracting me. "T'Challa what the hell!" i said standing up pushing the 6" foot somethin man. "What? got involentary movements now. i thought a majorette would have more balence?" he walked around you checking you out.

You rolled your eyes going back to doing yoga, you felt his private parts touch yours. Your dad looked out the window opening it. "Y/n who the hell is this?" your dad ask as you stood up straight, he was still rubbing his rock hard erection against your soaked warmth. "Its my friend Nathan sir. Mama asked him yo help me with dancing and yoga." you said holding the noises that wanted to escape in. "well boy do you want some lemonade." Nick fury asked.

"Yes sir." he said avoiding nick seeing his face. Nick paid no mind to it closing the curtains and window heading to the kitchen.

When you were sure your father couldnt see you moved from T'challa crossing your arms. "What the fuck T'!" you said making him laugh "im sorry im sorry. hearing you cuss is like a feral mickey mouse cussin." he said leanining against a tree. you got so wet from looking at him, he was so unbelievablly sexy to you.

You bit your lips, your eyes moving down, T'Challa was watching you, just as your eyes were about to move, you heard him say in his native tongue " my eyes are up here gugu'lami ( my treasure) ." he said.

You rolled your eyes getting closer and staring in his eyes." Yeah jus like that entle (beautiful) listen t' me ." He said lifting your chin, your pretty eyes looked at his hungry ones, he whispered in your ear.

"You have no idea on how much i wanna devour you right now." he said like a hungry wolf. then he looked at nick who came out with two cups lemonade. He handed yours to you, handing T'challa his. Immediantly going back inside.

you grabbed his cup pouring it in the grass with yours, he raised an eyebrow. "He probably poisoned it. Dad doesnt like his princess with perverted men that would hurt her." You said mockingly.

He raised an eyebrow. His phone got a notification, he read it going up on your porch knocking on your door, your dad answering. "If you mind my mom asked us to go shopping for her, can Y/n come with" He asked fury. "well ill be damned? someone asking me to take my daughter somewhere? you sure you not tryna date my daughter or something ?" he said.


you got flustered at the idea, you and T' dating? Sure you were friends with him since freshmen year ( 4 years) but youd never think he liked you. "No sir, i rather get to know her" He said, damn he was winning my dad over. "Damn hes a rare one. Dont scare your friend off Y/n!" your dad said embarassing you.

"Dadd! stoppp!" you whined out. They shook hands and T'Challa walked you to his now clean car putting you in the passengers seat. He got behind the wheel as music played when he started his car, he drove w one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh. his eyes was on the road.

IN THE CAR.

"So did you enjoy my party?" the party

you completely forgot as your heart skipped a beat. then it all came back as you looked at T'challa like he was crazy. "My friend sasha.." you said, tears swelling up. T'Challa parked in a secluded place. Locking the doors so you wouldnt run. "Mhm but wanna know why that happened." he said and you nodded.

Before he told you he pulled trackers from you clothes or listening devices, breaking all of them.His eyes shifted to you, he looked angry now, for some reason it turned you on so bad. "Because your daddy likes to fuck up my operations.. and i dont like that Ms princess of law" he said, you realised who he was and you nodded.

You went for your phone forgotting he had it. "Aht aht. I know daddys girl would go telling him. " T'Challa said and you eached for it, your breast threatening to fall our your bra. "sit the fuck down. people can see in this damn car." his voiced boomed in your stomach and you listened to his orders. "Good girl. Now i have an offer right" He smiled at you.

"What is it.. " You said, he pretended to break your phone first which made you fucking sob. "hey now, Dont cry pretty Girl." He said wiping your tears, he lifted your chin so you looked at him.

"my mom finds you interesting. so she wants you to get every file he has on us, and delete them off of every single thing." he asked you, but you shook hour head "I cant do that T' thats illegal! my daddy works for the government!" you said and he chuckled.

"Well you can baby. you wouldnt want me going to jail right? then you couldnt have your perverted little looks at me, or touch yourself to me at nigth,or desperately hump your pillows to the thought of me. tsk.. its a shame i have all of that recorded.. itd be a shame id i just.. sent that to him and everyone in the school.. Y/n fury! the notorius pervert that desparately wants to corrupt The star student!" he said, faking his innocence, you couldnt believe be was blackmailing you to do what you want.

"Fine..you already broke what i have i dont have anything to lose." you sniffled hugging your knees. Seeing you cry made his heart hurt but he had to put his job first. "Hey hey im sorry baby. i promise if you do what i said.. itll be gone okay i can even do somethin bout sasha aight?"

BACK AT YOUR HOUSE

The Udaku's and Maria were over for dinner, But Shuri and T'Challa were in their house since they didnt wanna go, so only their parents went.

You sat on your dads chair, logging in his computer, his password was your birthday and his anniversary. You werent as dumb as people made you to be.When you Found their file, you saved the ones were you assumed was about T'challa or mentioned him sending it to your plugged in usb.you deleted the rest quickly , leaving the room.

Then you left the house Polietly knocking on the door and Shuri answered. "How can i help you ma? " she looked down at you. "Can i speak with your brother?" you polietly asked, Shuri loved how kind you were. she moved out the way letting you in.

you went upstairs knocking on his door, he answered only in sweatpants, half asleep. his pants were so low you could see his happy trail and his v line. "Hmmm? did what i asked you to do princess?" He said in his deep but raspy voice,you nodded "can i come in?" you asked and he nodded.

You walked in looking around . he closed and locked the door behind him, you both sat in his bed, well you laid down since it was so comfy. "i did it, so can you delete it now." you asked." hand me the usb " He said, your heart dropped to his ass.

"How did you know.." you said handing him it sighing. "Cameras." He replied. "Boy why the fuck are you watching me on camera's". you turned your head to him. he was laying on his side, his arm propped up holding the side of his head as he looked at you.

"Cause in interested in you Miss fury." He said getting close to you. You didnt move for some reason. "Well im not a damn show.. im a real person " you pushed him back, you werent gonna be seduced. " i didnt ask. im interested in you and know what my family does so im gonna watch you eitherway."he stood up going the foot of the bed.

"Youre just so fucking tempting yknow.. i have the temptations of the gods not to fuck you and make you mine." He said going off topic. You raised your eyebrow. "Well im not a cheap whore. sex or being my first time isnt gonna make me fall in love with your psychotic ass." you crossed your arms bickering with him like you were his wife.

"Lose the adtittude before i make you lose it." He said, he already looked pissed off. but you didnt care "Treat me with common fucking respect and i will bitch." you said, his hand was on your throat as you looked up at him. he squeezed down hard.

"Mmh T' dont do that." you said, shit he was turning you on." mm-mm. you deserve this for calling me out my name" he said softly. "Mm. say sorry and ill let go. he sat down moving you ontop of his lap. "Why are you like this.." you asked. "because i want, but i cant have you. " He said,you realised why.

"Is that gona stop you from.. doing stuff with me.." you said as your finger ran down his body, T'Challa said. "Baby im toxic. you would cry because of me" he said laughing ,hand still on your throat. "i dont care.. i just keep having these thoughts of you and i wanna act on them... continously ..•" you said, he raised his eyebrow. "Just say sorry and ill make you feel good. ill be my job to spoil you and make you feel good. just like youre mine." he looked down at me, i could tell he was serious.

"Im sorry daddy." you said with a smirk. T'challa laughed "just you wait." he laid be down kissing me, i kissed back wrapping my arms around him, my eyes closed as i let him guide me, he soft lips left mine as he bit on my neck, leaving hickeys and kiss marks. "mmhf Erik.. but my dads gonna see" i said worried, he pressed his thumb down on my throat telling me to shut up.

I whimpered and moaned at the bite marks,hickeys and kisses he left all over my body. he stopped at my jogging pants looking up at me, i nodded.

"sorry, we do verbal consent around here Sthandwa (my love)" He stared up at you"Please. Please fuck me." "please what" "Please Fuck me T'challa, i need you to please me daddy. i want only you." you caressed his face. thats all that he needed to hear, he slid your joggers off .

"Not wearin any panties conviently?" he said, his accent coming in. you looked away ashamed. " i.. um... see about that" you said "girl i dont give a fuck why you arent wearing panties right now , i just wanna give you head shut up." he said, you listened.

and when he did eat you out, he most deffinently was good at it. He is a munch. He deffinently is Overloard much too. He used his tongue on your clit , lapping at your clit, the motions drove you crazy as you gripped his hair. his fingers fucked your pussy so good, you moaned his name not trying to be so loud . he made you feel so good. "mmh im gonna cum soon ffuck." you grinded desperately against his mouth, his mouth and fingers absolutely attacking your pussy. you felt like heaven . "Squirt on my face baby. make a mess ,jus f'me"he said, fondling your breast with his free hand

Lord he enjoyed eating your pussy, you could tell that he was starting to get pussy drunk.

And so you did, you panted, he licked what he could off what he couldnt reach he cleaned off with a towel. "mmh do i get to make you feel good too?"you said sitting up. he raised his eyebrows " You sure Sthandwa?(my love) dont want you to choke on my dick" he said concerned

and so you did, but you didnt take in what you couldnt handle. you stroked his shaft as your tongue explored his shaft and tip when your pretty lips consumed him."mm fuck. you look so pretty" he caressed your face, such a praise would make you absolutely devour him.

You took him whole bobbing your head up and down, you were making the man whimper and throw his head back, you looked up at him smiling with your eyes,you didnt stop, you began to deepthroat him nice and slow.

he had shaky breathes. He began to fuck your mouth as he whined out "im gonna cum soon. on your pretty little face yeah? you want that Angel?" He asked you, you nodded, you felt like you were ontop of the fucking world.He pulled out, stroking his cock till came on my face.

T'Challa pov.

Fuck this girl was kinda good. atleast im getting what i want right? i took a picture of her face with my cum on it. "Whos the picture for ?” she asked me while giving me a look.

“Erik, cause i js wanna make him mad” I said replied. “Oh so you just did this with me to piss him off?” y/n said getting sassy with me, i rolled my eyes shaking my head. “Na. Of course not beautiful. I want you and im js establishing that you fuck w me and only me now.” i stated to her.

“No thanks i can do stuff with who i want to .” the shit she said pissed me off i tossed her onto the bed . “You funny if you think other people gon touching on you”

i laughed at her” now do you want me to please you or do you wanna stop?” I saw her bite her lip looking me up and down, her eyes meeting mine. Damn i love those pretty eyes of hers. “ i want you to do whatever you want to me” she said.

Then i snapped, i went down on her kissing her body and worshipping her. Shit if i was gonna risk my damn life, I was gonna be romantic about it. I gently played with her breast.

When i was done worshipping her, i teased the entrace of her pussy with my tip” you sure you don't wanna back out pretty girl?”i teased her. “Course i dont wanna back out ‘challa, youre my first” she told me, for some reason it made me smile.

I Opened a condom, of course i wasnt gonna go raw for her first. when i put it on and slowly entered her, she felt so warm even with the condom on, so nice. I tilted my head back, a soft groan escaping my lips. “Jus tell me when i can move..” i said, gently interlocking my hand with hers

Y/n Pov

I waited to get used to his length. "you can move now" i said, his thrusts were gentle and slow. he didnt wanna harm me. i moaned as he embraced me kissing on my neck.

This man fucked me like he loved me, his gentle strokes and kisses making me feel like i was loved. i knew i wasnt but atleast he made me feel good.

"Mmh faster please!" you said, He sped up hitting a spot you clenched around him when his cock grazed against your g-spot. "mmmh! right there please!" you were vocal about how good T'challa made you feel and he loved it. "Mmh you feel so good,nice n warm just f'me yeah?" T'challa said " Mmh? Found your g-spot. good." He added on .

He began to abuse your sweet spot making you feel so good, he fucked you so nice and deep, fast with it but not too fast for this to end quickly, he huched over to give you kisses, but this one was nice and deep. for a fuck buddy he loved to have loving sex. your tongues battled for dominance, when he pulled away a saliva trail was produced and broken.

He sped up his pace going rougher,still felt good but you were slowly getting overstimulated and cockdrunk. You scratched up his back listening to him moan and whimper in your ear. "Say my name." he said in your ear, fucking you so fast and deep,you could barley even think.

“T’Challa makin me feel so good !” you said choking on your words as all the sounds you could produce is your moans as this man took your virginity, his back was covered in your scratches while your body was covered in his hickeys , bite marks and lovebites.

i didn't know a man that could fuck and worship me as if i was a goddess he needed to worship ,ever crevice or nook he kissed. " Le intombazana izoba kukufa kwam."(this girl will be the death of me.) he said, his accent being thick and deep, raspy yet attractive. "I love when you speak your native language. its so pretty" I said, he was fucking you so nice n good.

"Thank you my love. Ill cherish your words" he chuckled as his thrusts got sloppy, he got more clingy. "im gonna mcum soon.. want me to pull out ?" He asked and i nodded, condoms could break and i deffinently wasnt ready for a kid.

He kept fucking me till i cane again, them he pulled out cumming all over my stomach.

i felt him lift me up and place me in a hot bath. it had bubbles in it,he sat in with me smiling. "why give me a bath?" You asked.

"Its aftercare baby. a normal person that fucks with you should give you it, but dont worry about that. youll only be with me" He said. "what if im not only with you?" you innocently asked.

"You dont wanna do that." he said in a threatening tone. i shrugged it off washing myself, he made me feel weird.

"do i get sasha back now.." you said hugging your knees. "like i like doing stuff with you but.. you killed my friend" you said tearing up. "no i didnt." he replied.

"Erik killed her because she was a spy." He said "as a gang, more like a mafia kinda. We have to do buisness, expand territory, sell goods for stuff we need, transport, trade etc." he said getting uo wrapping a towel around them. "and you killed her because she jeporadized you and your gang.." i said, he nodded but he gave me a light kiss in my forehead. "so youd kill me too. fucking with you is a death trap." i said glaring. i got out the bath and he blocked the door. "im not letting you go home, youre naked and know too much. " he said

"You must think im some delusional ass white girl to to think im not fucking going home" you said standing up with a towel around you. "cuss at me again and see what happens." he said staring down at me, boy he was infuriating. "Why are you doing this. you know i wouldnt tell my dad." you said , he sighed rolling his eyes "no because you would babble to your friends, and its 11:35. You leaving now is suspicious dumbass” he flicked my head.

“Where am i gonna sleep??” you said, frowning up. T'challa gave you the real face as if you weren't in his room. "im not sleeping in your room." you said. T’challa left the room putting a shirt in the bathroom. “Put that on. Im not arguing with a naked woman .” Tchalla said, you put the shirt on, sitting beside t’challa yawning.

“Why are you a brat?” T’challa asked. “Why are you a bitch” you replied turning your back to him, and nuzzling the big pillow on my end. “ baby are you mad at me” he asked in a soft tone, i ignored him and he got in my ear. "Ndingubani igama lam Umenz." he said, i turned to him understanding Xhosa abit. "T'challa." i replied,his hand gently caressed my face, smiling. "Mmh cmere" he said. you rested your head on his chest laying ontop of him.

You fell asleep to hearing a camera click. mmh you felt so safe in his arms, he kissed your head goodnight.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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[dontask-idkeither]

Hold me by the heart

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: When Shuri is at her absolute worst, you were always right there to hold her and comfort her.

Translation: Ungubani -> Who are you?

Note: T’Challa is very heavily involved here and the overall all fic is pretty sad. This also heavy with grief and has a major Wakanda Forever spoiler, just in case you haven’t watched the movie yet.

Y/F/N means your father’s name, I couldn’t really think of a name to put for that so

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2016

Being an war-dog stationed in Austria was not how you expected to be spending your 18th and 19th years of life. After a year in the Austria, you missed everything about home. The air, the water, the people, the food, your culture, your family, your girlfriend. You were sat on the couch in the apartment that had been given to you, clicking through tv stations.

You got to the news to see that the Vienna International Center had been bombed. You sat up as you listened to the headline. When the broadcaster said that King T’Chaka of Wakanda had been assassinated, your heart stopped.

Images of the building on fire, smoke clouds darkening the sky, flashed on your screen. But they didn’t register. The only thing flooding your mind was that your King was dead. Your countries ruler was gone.

And then your mind drifted to your girlfriend, the princess of Wakanda, Shuri. You hadn’t noticed your tears until heavy knocks came to your door. You wiped the tears and looked through the peephole.

There you saw two members of the Dora Milaje at his side. You immediately opened the door and they glided in.

“Ungubani” “Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N” You pulled your bottom lip down to show your war-dog tattoo to the Dora.

T’Challa walked into the apartment. You didn’t look at him for very long, as you lightly bowed your head, but the devastation was clear as day.

“My Prince.” You said as you bowed lightly. You knew very well you weren’t required to do this, it was more so to please the Dora than because of a distant relationship.

T’Challa just pulled you into a hug which you returned instantly. You stayed there for some time, trying to comfort the man you had known as an older brother for years.

He pulled away but left a hand on your shoulder “It’s time for you to come home.” You nodded and you knew the implications behind it.

You knew T’Challa wouldn’t be returning home for long, he was telling you so you could be there for Shuri.

You packed away your things as fast as possible and hurried to the Royal Talon Fighter. The flight was spent mostly in silence, you leaning on T’Challa’s shoulder as a form of comfort. He greatly appreciated it.

When you landed, you were overcome with nerves. You hadn’t been home in a year and the first time you return, is because the man you viewed as a second father was now with the ancestors.

You stood at the top of the stairs and almost went into a panic. T’Challa’s hand squeezed your shoulder in encouragement, you took a deep breath and descended down the stairs.

You saw your girlfriend and her mother standing side by side in front of the palace. Her red, teary eyes lit up when she saw you. She waited until you were some feet away from the plane before she ran into your arms.

You welcomed her and held the back of her head. The world didn’t matter as you held her, all you wanted was to ease her pain. “Thank you for coming.” She said through her tears.

“Shh, no need to thank me.” You pulled away to hold her face, her hands held your wrists. “I will always be here for you.”

2018

N’Jadaka had killed T’Challa. Right in front of your eyes. Your body and mind had gone numb. You sat in one of Wakanda’s lush forests, and for the first time the scenery of Wakanda didn’t have any effect on your sour mood.

Your heartbroken girlfriend sat between your legs, holding your knee as she cried. You had one hand massaging her scalp. Her mother sat in front of you, holding her hand and yours.

“First Baba, and now my brother. Mama we didn't even get to bury him.” You shushed her. Ramonda wiped her tears.

You wished you could be of more comfort for her, but your own pain was rendering you silent.

In a way though, the severity of your own emotion helped Shuri understand that she was not alone in this. She wouldn’t be missing her brother alone. She had her mother, and she had you.

2024

Shuri had been working around her lab trying to find a cure for her brother. You had gone some time before to say your goodbyes to T’Challa in the event he didn’t make it.

You told him how much he meant to you, as a brother, a friend, and as an overall inspiration. You told him that if he didn’t have any fight left in him, that it was ok. That you would take care of his beloved mother and baby sister, that you would protect them with your life. You told him that you would dedicate your life to protecting his honor and his memory, and to making him proud.

With a final squeeze of his hand, you left the room he was in and ran back to the lab. Over the years, Shuri had taught you a lot about technology and you were ready to offer your help in any way you could.

When you got to the lab, people were rushing out. You walked in confused. You saw Shuri standing alone at one of her tables. You walked over to her and before you could say anything, you saw Ramonda walk in.

You felt nauseous because you knew what this meant. You tried to hold it back, but a sob ripped through your chest and you turned away.

“Griot, whats my brothers heart rate?” Shuri asked, voice thick with fear.

“Your brother, is with the ancestors.”

Shuri slowly walked backwards, all the emotion hitting at once. She only heard a faint ringing in her ears and her head felt as if it would explode. Before she fell to the floor in complete agony, your arms wrapped around her weak body.

You eased her way to the floor and she held your biceps tight as she loudly cried. Seeing her in this much pain only worsened your own, you threw your head back as to not see the hurt. You bit your lip so hard you tasted hints of blood. Ramonda slowly walked over to her grieving girls.

The funeral

You still did not feel worthy to walk alongside the Royal Family through this. Despite all the assurances by Ramonda that you belonged there, and Shuri saying how badly you were needed, you still felt unworthy.

You swallowed those insecurities and walked with your head high, but face riddled with exhaustion and all the overall grief you were facing.

T’Challa’s coffin was placed on the ground and before it was lifted, Shuri placed her body over it. Ramonda went to pull her back, but you lightly put your arm in front of her. She looked at you with confusion but you knew Shuri needed this moment.

She didn’t get to properly say goodbye to her own brother, this was her own way of doing that now. After some time, you moved your arm and nodded. Ramonda lightly pulled a broken Shuri from her brother’s coffin and back to her feet.

Shuri placed her face in your neck and you placed your hand on the back of her head.

2025

After the passing of King T’Chaka, you never thought you would leave Wakanda again. Now after losing T’Challa and Ramonda, and all the death you saw in your country, you couldn’t bear to be there. You needed to be far, in order to heal.

That is how you ended up with Shuri in Haiti. You had burned your funeral garments together on the beach and began to heal together.

Right now you sat in your room, writing in your journal. Writing out every thought and feeling you had throughout the day. Shuri had gone for a walk, she felt she needed to be alone with her thoughts.

You had no clue how long you had been writing when the door to your room creaked open. You looked up with a smile to see your lover, but your smile fell when you saw the state she was in.

Her thoughts had clearly taken her down a dark path. She stood in the doorway pulling at her sleeve as she cried. You almost jumped from your chair to hold her.

She kept her arms where they were but she just cried even harder when you held her. “I’m here love. I’m here.”

To that she pulled you in even closer. “Make it stop…” she begged to no one in particular. Your heart broke even further.

You wished you could. You wished you could take all her pain away. Wished you could take all for yourself. But you couldn’t.

What you could and would do, is hold her. Hold her through it all just as you had always done.

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[killmongerskeeper]

Prompt List

Prompt week is HERE! Pretty simple just in which prompt you want from any category for the character of your choice. (Erik, Namor, Shuri, or T'Challa.) You can even mix and match 2 different ones. I will be working on requests all day today so send them in! This goes all all week ending Saturday. Some may be short but that depends on what comes out my brain. Now for the prompts

Fluff

Palm kisses

Sitting next to someone, hands in one’s lap, leaning against them and kissing their shoulder

A kiss on the temple

Randomly while holding hands bringing joined hands together to kiss the back of the hand

Topless and face-down, a kiss on the shoulder blade

The playful kiss on the tip of the nose

Laying on someone’s chest and kissing their sternum

Kissing the crown of the head

"I’ll give you a ride"

Behind someone who’s sitting down, leaning over to kiss the forehead (and potentially block their eyesight with hair falling in their face)

Kissing scars either shortly or long after they’ve healed

Standing behind someone, hugging them around the arms or the waist, and kissing the top edge of the shoulder

Kissing someone to stop them blurting out a secret/something they’ll regret

"I can’t regret mistakes that led me to you"

Leaving notes everywhere for them to find

"Is that my shirt?"

"Home sweet home

"How about a kiss before I leave?"

"You remembered."

"Come here, let me help you."

Smut

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”

"They're mine"

“I want you now”

“Use your tongue”

“You can get louder can’t you”

“Don’t cum yet”

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

“Stay quiet"

“I told you to stay still"

“I promise I’ll be good”

“If we weren’t in public right now I’d have my head between your legs”

“Don’t pretend to be so innocent”

“I bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel really good”

“Don’t give me that look”

“Take it off slowly”

“Don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks”

“Don’t worry I’ll take of you”

Friends with benefits

“We’re in public you know”

Angst

"Their blood is on your hands."

"Everyone I’ve cared about has either died or left me. Except for you."

"You mean nothing to me."

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"We’ll see each other again."

"Why does it feel like this is goodbye?"

"You’re the one good thing left in this world."

"It’s okay. You can let go."

"You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you."

"I can't lose you again!"

"You were dead, I saw you die."

"I'm real. I'm here."

"I never meant to hurt you"

“I guess we weren’t as compatible as we once thought.”

“I gave you so many fucking chances, yet you kept fucking them up. And I’m done. I can’t— I don’t want to do this anymore. I deserve better than whatever bullshit you’re giving me.”

“I will always love you, but just not in the way I wish I still could.” 

“I’m done trying with you.”

“We had a good run, didn’t we?”

“You’re a mistake I’m never going to regret.”

"Why can't you let anyone in?"

Prompt credits: @onewhoturns // @rainysoot // @nightprompts // @sultrypotter

#blurb prompts #black panther #black panther imagines #black panther prompts #shuri #namor #erik killmonger #tchalla #fluff #smut #angst

[nut4shuri]

could you please do angst where reader and shuri get into an argument and reader takes off in one of the aircrafts and shuri goes looking for her? (but pls with a happy ending)

Lose you🤍

I really would like someone to explain what angst is to me? Is it like smut,without the smut or some shit? Like what is the diffrence. Cause i really don't know.

THANKS FOR REQUESTING!🤍

~

"Y/N WAIT- LET ME EXPLAIN"

"EXPLAIN? SERIOUSLY?.."

"IT WAS JUST IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT,FOR BAST SAKES CAN YOU LISTEN AND QUIT YELLING!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? DID YOU FORGET YOU WHERE IN A FUCKING RELATIONSHIP,MORE SO THAT YOU ARE ENGAGED! YOU LITERALLY KISSED HER..INFRONT OF ME!"you said as your eyes teared up.

You couldn't believe what you just witnessed... shuri kissing riri in the lab,and shuri had the nerves to defend her and riri's actions saying it was in the "heat" of the moment and wasn't their fault. She even had the nerves to call you "embarrassing" and said you where "being difficult".

"YOUR OVERREACTING IT WAS A LITTLE KISS,YOUR ACTING LIKE I FUCKED HER!"she yelled right back at you.

your eyes began to tear up even more. You really couldn't believe what she was saying,you didn't believe it at all. This wasn't your shuri,it just couldn't be. She would never...something was wrong.

she stopped her rant as she seen the look in your eyes and the look of utter dissapontment flashed her face.

"babe i.."

"Babe nothing. Its over we're through."you said as you rushed to leave the room hearning shuirs screams bebind you.

"Y/n!" She yelled as you heard footsteps you sped up and rushed to get away.

You could feel shuri on your tail as you quickly looked seeing no other exit but the aircraft sitting on the building.

"Shit"

"Ms.Y/N you can not-!" Okeyo sounded as she seen you climbing the aircraft to get in.

You sped up as she she raced to get to you but she was to late as you closed the door.

Others ran behind her looking up as the aircraft began to lift.

"Shit!" You heard as Okeyo ran over to another aircraft you the quickly pressed the auto pilot button.

"how do you even fly this shit.."

It sped off into the wind as you sat back and thought about the argument you and shuri just had..

I understand all the pressure she's been under and the Queen's passing but I just didn't understand was I not enough? did she not love me anymore? who was I? I was questioning myself so much more than I ever had before because really. Who was I without Shuri?

Was I really worth her love was I really worth the time and affection Riri was so much smarter than me she was pretty and she had more potential and her and sure got along really well more than we ever did every time I felt like we bonded with sexually..

"Ms.Y/N" Groit spoke out through my kemoye beads..

"Yes.."i said silently as i took them off my wrists placing them to the side.

"The queen requests for you to return to the palce expeditiously."

"The Queen can politely shut the hell up."

"Ms Y/N-"

My beads began to vibrate rapidly as a small hologram of shuri surfaced from the beads.

I groaned taking the beads and open a small window on the side of the aircraft and tossing them out.

"Im going home." You whispered to yourself.

Placing an address in the gps of the aircraft i sat back in my seat and looked out at the view.

Reminiscing on all of our happy moments together,me meating tchalla,and the queen herself.

She saved you...in your darkest moments she was their.....You being known as a "criminal" ..but she saw the good in you and she helped you find your self again.

You wished you never met her. This old you wouldn't feel so much,the old you wouldn't cry and she definitely wouldn't run away from her problems. But thats all you could do,if you talked face to face you were burst out in tears and wouldn't be able to control yourself you wouldn't know what to say I had to feel your feelings will be all over the place.

You sat back staring into the horizon watching the sky as birds flew,passing by the sparkly blue water shined from below the sight of wakanda was just so beautiful.

~

Slipping off your shoes you made your way inside of your apartment,you always had a back up plan. Nobody knew about this apartment but you. You knew that you needed something to fall back on if this happened,you just hoped it never did.

You slipped of your coat and made your way to the bathroom running some hot water,adding in some bubbles and epsom salt you lit some candles and let the water run walking out grabbing a bottle of wine and a wine cup.

You made your way back into the bathroom turning off the water and slipping of your clothing.

You sat in the water,your body settled and stilled as you took in the quiet atmosphere,your eyes began to tear up as tears started to fall.And they kept falling,you brought your knees up to your chest and began to silently break down.

After a while you opened the wine bottle and started to drink,and kept drinking.All your worries went into a blur as you sipped from the whine glass and steadied your breath.

After your bath you washed your hair and cleaned,slipping on some silk pjs and began to dry your hair in the mirror.

As you looked in the mirror your eyes widened as you slipped the earlings from your ear watching them light up in your hands.

*knocking sounds*

"Fuck." You said and groaned you walked to the door hesitantly.

Grabbing your gun form the dresser you opened the door and their stood shuri.

Her hands in her pockets,her eyes where swollen and red,her hair was everywhere and she wore grey sweats and a hooddie to match.

"Y/N-" she said as she let out a shaky breath and pulled you into a hug.

"What- shuri-"

You heard faint sobs as you shut up instantly,holding her up as she began to break down in your arms.

"Im sorry please,please please don't go."

"I love you so much,i just dont know why i didnt that- i- i wanted you to feel the hurt i was feeling and i reflected pain from me to you,i felt like you didn't care and all you cared about was your won wishes,but i was so wrong. I shoulda talked to you because i love you and-"

You slapped your hand over her mouth and sat her up.

"Shuri breathe."

"your all i have y/n.."she spoke silently

She sucked up her crys and began to whipe her face.

Pulling her into the apartment you grabbed her a glass of water and sat her on the couch.

"I can't live without you,i can't breath without you,i fell apart at the thought of you and me no longer being together i love you with my whole soul,every bone in my body,every inch of myself i gave to you,and i love and care for you and you do the same for me like no one else has ever done..and i don't wanna lose that..

I don't wanna lose you."

jay🤍-yall seen that video with letitia and kehlani? 😩

#letitia wright #shuri x reader #i love shuri #princess shuri #shuri udaku #shuri x you #shuri angst

[hart269]

As I Perish

Pairing : Matt Murdock x Enhanced!Reader

Summary : As you saw Thanos snap his fingers you teleported back to Matt.

Tags : Fluff, Angst, what better way of death can be to spend your last moments into the arms of people you love

Masterlist

You were in Wakanda fighting aliens trying to protect the world with the rest of the Avengers, King Tchalla and his army.

Then Thanos came and he took the last of the stone putting it the rest in his gauntlet of mass destruction. Everything seemed hopeless until Thor came with his axe and hit Thanos with it, slicing his armor and wounding him. The happiness and relief you felt lasted mere moments as you saw Thanos smirk as he taunted Thor and snapped his fingers disappearing into a portal to you couldn't even think where.

You looked around the defeated faces of the rest of the team, you knew what was gonna happen next. It was time for judgement of who lives and who dies. Making your decision in a split second, you lifted your bruised body with a grunt, closing your eyes and picturing where you want to go, you teleported.

When you opened them you were in the shared apartment of yours and Matt. Matt came out hearing the sudden familiar heartbeat echoing in the otherwise silent apartment.

"Matt" you called out running to him and jumping into his arms. "Y/N, what happened" Matt questioned. He knew you were called suddenly, he could smell the dirt on your suit and the blood from the cuts you had gotten while fighting. He could sense your worry and dread as you clutched him tighter.

"We lost" was all you muttered and he knew something bad had happened. An icy chill ran down his back as he heard hundreds of heartbeats disappear from the city, some going away in an instant and some were fading slowly, people's scream filled the air, he could hear them crying in shock and fear.

"What's happening" he asked not really sure whether he wanted the answer or not. You gave him the short and simplified one, your voice shaking, "People are turning into dust"

Matt clutched you tighter burying his face in your neck trying to focus on your pulse, the sound of your heartbeat which was fast due to adrenaline and fear, your slightly sweet scent buried between the layers instead of the screams coming from outside. Then he heard your heartbeat falter, he called out your name, the sound of other people slowly began to drown.

"Matt" your panicked call pulled him back enough to realise that both of you were being pulled, you both resisted trying to delay the process as long as you could to spend what was going to be your last moments together.

"I,. no, ..why" Matt stuttered trying to form a sentence from the string of words that escaped from him.

"It's okay, at least we will be together" you bargained, trying to console him and yourself as tears flowed down your cheeks.

"We'll be together" he repeated, tears filled his eyes as he choked "I love you".

"I love you too, Matty forever" you smiled tearfully as closed your eyes, crashing your lips into his, he reciprocated as eagerly as both of your time ran out. You both pressed each other as close to the other as humanely possible, savouring the moment, as both of you turned into dust floating out of existence into the air, leaving your last thoughts to be, "There was no better way to die."

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x gn!reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock angst #charlie cox #charlie cox x reader

[becasworldsstuff]

𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮

-> hi everyone!! I’m beca and u are all very welcome in my world, I use she/her pronouns

-> English isn’t my first language, so if I make mistakes, please feel free to tell me

-> please DNI: if you don’t support lgbtq+, if you are pro life, if you are underage ( I won’t check every single one of you time per time in search of a minor, you are responsible for what you choose to read)

-> I’m a proud FEMINIST so please if it makes you uncomfortable the idea of having equal rights, please leave now

-> feel free to send requests

-> these are the characters (divided by show/film/book/au) that I write for

-> I WRITE FOR RELATIONSHIPS/PLATONIC

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

James Buchanan Barnes (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Steven Grant Rogers (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Anthony stark (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Sam Wilson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Loki Laufeyson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Thor Odinson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Stephen Strange (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Tchalla (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Clint Barton

Stucky ( poly)

Sambuckysteve (poly)

BRIDGERTON

Anthony bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Benedict bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Colin Bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Simon Basset (lover/bff/sister…)

Daphne Bridgerton (bff/sister)

Eloise Bridgerton (bff/sister)

OUTER BANKS

John b

Jj

Pope

Kiara

Sarah

Rafe

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE

Freya mikaelson

Elijah mikaelson

Klaus mikaelson

Kol mikaelson

Rebekah mikaelson

Poly mikaelson

Davina Claire

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert ( WHEN OF AGE)

Katherine Pierce

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Silas

ONE CHICAGO

Matthew Casey

Kelly severide

Blake Gallo

EVERYONE ELSE ONLY FOR PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP

-> I write everything from smut to fluff, I like a bit of angst but I WONT DO SAD ENDINGS

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x y/n #loki x reader #thor x reader #strange x reader #tchalla x reader #clint x reader #stucky x reader #stucky x y/n #bridgerton!sister #anthony bridgerton x reader #simon basset x reader #pogues x reader #Jb x reader #jj x reader #pope x reader #kiara x reader #Sarah x reader #Rafe x reader #one chicago #fluff

[katatonicimpression]

I had been vaguely trying to write something every month this year and then absolutely failed to keep it up in June because life got in the way but in theory my fic goals for the summer are:

Sammisty psychedelic dream quest angst and melodrama

Sam/tchalla avengers stuff (I haven't even got an idea for this but I know me and I know somethings a-brewing)

Monet/Jubilee fic that I've been promising for ever and completely failed to write

Dragon prince free space just in case

Lol watch me fail to stick to this

[tchallasbabymama]

Potential Breakup Fic

Yes, this is inspired by the re-release of the classic “Potential Breakup Song” by legends Aly & AJ. Check out the rest of my Masterlist HERE. Enjoy!

Word count: 2223

CW: Niggas aint shit. Kiana sat on her couch and tried not to cry into her glass of merlot. She took off her heels and got up to unzip her dress and take off her bra since she knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. She checked her phone again and was met with an empty screen. No notifications, no missed calls. She threw her phone down in anger, and was thankful when she noticed the screen didn’t crack.

“I can't believe this nigga.”

She looked at the clock and shook her head. It was 12:07am, and her 25th birthday was officially over without so much as a word from her boyfriend. Just last night he had told her to be ready by 7, and she hadn't heard from him since.

They had been together, on and off, for three years. They met their junior year at Howard, but didn’t hit it off right away. He was too slick for her liking, but over time he eventually weaseled his way into her heart. His smile lit up the whole room and his big brown eyes could seduce anyone just like that. And he did, constantly. T’Challa was a huge flirt, and it was cute when they were still single and just getting to know each other, but even now T’Challa turns his charm on for every pretty face he sees. Kiana had brought it up to him many times, letting him know how disrespected she felt. He would always say the same thing.

“But entle, I’m just being nice. You know I only have eyes for you.”

She did know that once, but that ended about a year and a half ago when she was casually scrolling through twitter on his phone and caught him cheating.

“T’Challa!”

“Yes, my love?”

“What the fuck is this?!”

“Why are you on my phone?!”

“Don't fucking raise your voice at me, I’m not in the wrong here. I saw a funny tweet and started scrolling when YOU got a text from some bitch named Jasmine talking bout ‘I miss you daddy’ and sending you pictures of her pussy. Care to explain?”

He reached for the phone and she pulled it away from him.

“Nah-uh, talk.”

He sighed in exasperation. 

“If you give me the phone I can explain, sithan-”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me, answer the goddamn question. How long, T’Challa?!”

“Just once. Eh, one and a half maybe-”

He was interrupted by a throw pillow to the head.

“How the fuck do you halfway cheat nigga?!”

“She just gave me head the first ti-”

“That’s still cheating!”

“Will you lower your voice? You have neighbors.”

“Fuck! Them! Did you even use a condom?”

“Yes, Kiana I’m not-”

“Stupid? You’re not stupid?” Kiana laughed. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“My love, I-”

“Oh now I’m your love? Where the fuck was that energy when you were balls deep in this other bitch?!”

T’Challa stood there dumbstruck. He had never seen Kiana get this angry and didn’t know what to say. He knew he was wrong when he did it, but seeing the tears streaming down her face made him truly regret what he’d done. She had been so busy with school and work that she barely had time for him anymore. He had needs and just so happened to stumble upon someone more than willing to fulfil them. 

He cursed himself for not locking his phone or at the very least, turning it over. 

“How many, T’Challa...” Kiana sniffled.

“I told you, it was only twice-”

“How many women?!”

He froze, not knowing if he should mention Lisa since that was so much earlier in their relationship.

“Oh my god...oh my god...oh my- are you fucking serious?! I-I have to...I have to go get tested, I-”

“Kia-”

“What?!”

She looked at him with such fierceness that he shrunk under her gaze.

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t do it to hurt you, I was-”

He was stopped by a heavy-handed slap across his cheek that nearly knocked him over.

“Get the fuck out.” She said, barely above a whisper.

Six months later they ran into each other in the grocery store and decided to catch up over a cup of coffee. Kiana had healed and moved on, but T’Challa was still stuck on her. They had spent almost two good years together before he ruined what they had, and he just couldn’t let it go. He loved her, and he was determined to make it work this time.

Or so he really, truly thought before he met Marci...and Tanisha...

T’Challa knew he wasn’t a one-woman man, but he just couldn’t let Kiana go. His dalliances were never serious, just enough to scratch his constant itching. Sometimes they were a one-time thing, but others stuck around if they were good enough and knew how to be discreet. No matter what though, he always came back home to Kiana because despite his trash behavior, he really did love her in his own toxic way.

However, he didn’t love her enough to double check his calendar before leaving work on her birthday, or any day leading up to it. He had forgotten what day it was, and when he told Kiana to be ready at 7 he just meant for a regular date night. 

It had been a long day at the Wakandan Embassy and Kiana’s Prince Charming needed a drink more than anything. He stopped at the first bar he came across that looked halfway decent. T’Challa walked up to the bar and caught the eye of the beautiful barkeep.

“Hiya, what can I do for you?”

T’Challa smiled his panty-dropping smile and she smiled back, revealing her perfect, white teeth. There was nothing he loved more than a pretty smile.

“Well, miss…”

“Tanisha,” she responded while using both arms to mix a shaker full of liquid courage and ice. His eyes avoided her chest, slyly watching in the periphery only. 

“Well, Miss Tanisha, I had a horrible day at work and I am in need of a whiskey on the rocks. Preferably Jack, but truly anything will do.”

“We all have those days honey. Here’s a double on the house,” she said as she slid the drink to him across the bar top with a wink.

T’Challa licked his lips and lifted his glass to her before taking a sip of the warm amber liquid. He let out a sigh and his day seemed to melt away. 

Tanisha kept coming back to check on him and they would chat when the crowd died down. T’Challa was on his third double when she came over with a plate of wings.

“You’re an angel.” He dug into the wings and made a complete mess on his shirt, so he went to the bathroom to try to wash the stain out. On his way back to the bar he noticed a very tall and sweaty man leaning over the bar trying to talk to Tanisha. From what he could see, she wasn’t feeling the conversation, but he kept approaching her anyway. When T’Challa returned to his seat she immediately gravitated towards him. This angered Mr. Tall and Sweaty, who drunkenly attempted to punch T’Challa in the face. T’Challa dodged the lazy punch and knocked him out cold with one hit. Security saw the whole thing go down, and removed Tall and Sweaty from the building once he came to. 

“What you got planned for the night, handsome?”

“Nothing at all, why do you ask?”

“I get off at 9, wanna hang out?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good, now here’s a water.”

“Thank you, angel.”

By 10pm he was already halfway inside her, and when his phone started vibrating he was too wrapped up in her to think anything of it. Without looking he quieted the annoying sound and turned the phone off so he could focus on the task at hand.

Two and a half hours later, T’Challa was creeping out of Tanisha’s bed right as Kiana was sliding into hers. She had washed off all her makeup, but she didn’t have the emotional energy to tie up her hair. Normally she would wear one of T’Challa’s t-shirts, but she was too angry with him so she slept in a cute nighty she never wore. She admired herself in the mirror for half a second before bursting into tears and pulling the covers up to her head. She tried to stop crying, but the tears kept coming and she eventually gave herself a headache. How could he miss her birthday?

Kiana got up and threw on her plush maroon robe before she padded to the bathroom to grab some Advil. On the way she noticed her phone getting multiple notifications, the first of which was from her best friend Bebe.

“Have u seen this?! Sis, I’m so sorry. When we slashing his tires? Just 3 tho, this nigga needs to pay $$$.”

“What the fuck is she talking about?”

Kiana clicked the link and saw that it was Bebe’s cousin Darrell’s Instagram Story. Apparently there was a fight at the bar where he was celebrating a coworker’s promotion and he had filmed it for all of Instagram to see. Kayla stared at her phone in shock. There was her aint-shit boyfriend at a goddamn bar on her fucking birthday. She watched him punch a guy in the face on her birthday. At a bar. Without her.

She thought the kicker came when she saw him turn around and flirt with the bartender, but the story after that just about killed her. There he was, leading her out the back door with his hand too far down on her lower back to be simply platonic. Even the caption read “Ooooh someone’s about to get some ‘thank you’ pussy. That damsel in distress pussy hit different!”

Kiana saw red and almost cracked her phone for a second time tonight. 

She grabbed the remaining merlot and downed it before throwing the bottle at the picture of them on the fridge. She watched the glass shatter and cut their faces while the trace bit of deep red wine seeped down the picture like blood. She wanted to trash the whole place, but remembered she would have to clean it later. Kiana started to hyperventilate and felt like she needed to get some air when she heard the lock turn.

“Kiki, what are you doin- are you ok? What happened here?”

Kiana ignored him as she walked towards where she threw her phone, silently pulling up the story and handing it to him. She watched his face go from confused, to shocked, to fearful. No regret, though. 

“Ki-”

“Give me your key.”

“Kiana, please let me-”

“The key. Now,” she said with her voice completely devoid of any emotion.

T’Challa assumed she would be angry and yell or throw things, but this quiet storm terrified him. To him, it felt like she didn’t even care anymore. He was right.

He slowly reached his hand out and she snatched the key ring, removing hers and tossing the rest back to him.

“I’ll have your stuff packed by the morning. It’ll be outside my door by 8am. If it’s still there when I get back from work it’s going in the trash.”

T’Challa couldn’t bear the coldness in her voice. Tears rolled down his face and his knees buckled.

“Kiana, please. I can explain, I didn-”

“I don't give a fuck what you did or didnt do. You know why?”

“W-why?”

“Because it was my birthday, T’Challa. MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY and YOU forgot it. Not only did you forget it, my gift was you fucking some other bitch and leaving me lonely yet again. So no, I don't care if you fucked her or not even though I know your sorry ass did. I know she’s probably not the only one because I saw how easily you slid on in there in that video. You were way too comfortable, so I don't even want to ask you how many because it doesnt fucking matter anymore. Now you can stick your dick in every fine ass Black girl you see without remorse, oh wait...you were already doing that. So fuck you, get out my apartment before I call my brothers.”

“Kiana…”

“5, 4, 3,...” Kiana counted as she dialed her eldest brother Trey’s number, ignoring T'Challa's pathetic excuses. “2, 1… Hey Trey, I’m sorry did I wake you up?...Yeah I have a situat- oh look at that, his bitch ass is leaving-”

“I am sorry, Kiana,” T’Challa said one last time before she slammed the door in his face. He could hear her on the other side of the door explaining the situation to her brother, and when she started to cry it finally hit him. Her wails broke his spirit and more tears fell from his eyes. 

He knew Trey would be over soon to comfort his baby sister and he needed to get the hell out of dodge, so T’Challa left Kiana’s apartment and never came back. Not even for his things, which turned out to be the best thing for Kiana because she and her girls got to burn it all up in Trey’s backyard fire pit and finally release that toxic man from her life.

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #tchalla fic #tchalla x oc #angst #niggas aint shit #aly & aj #potential breakup song

[marvelmadam08]

The Princess and The Nomad (15)

With your hypnosis gone and your identity fully known, you and Steve reunite and pick up right where you left off. But with The Avengers disbanded and a new danger looming in the future, what’ll keep everything from falling apart?

Summary: Spending the day with Bucky lifts your spirits, at night however your nightmares get the best of you. Both of you.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death, murder, nightmares and blood

A/N: So I went on a mini hiatus, completely unintentional but my emotions have been all over and my motivation was dead in the water. It really took me a while before I could get back in the right head space to write again. I’m sorry it took me so long to post again

Bucky laughed watching you getting chased by one of his goats. He hadn't told you how protective the mother was of her young, and when she caught you trying to pick one up she charged at you.

"That's not funny!" You jumped over the makeshift gate, landing on your ass. Bucky continued to laugh at the pout on your face, and couldn't fight your own amusement anymore "It's a little funny."

"Here." He reached out for your hand, you yanked him down to the ground next to you. "Playing dirty?"

"That's not playing dirty." You pinned his arm down to his chest, swinging your leg around until you sat on his torso "That's playing dirty."

Bucky tried to reach for you again, forgetting about his left arm completely. He paused, the crease in his forehead showing through before he smiled again.

"You win."

"Sorry." You rolled over to his left side, laying next to him in the grass

"S'not a problem. I forget a lot of the time." He brushed it off

"Do you miss it?"

"Not since I learned how to write with a pen in my mouth." He deadpans leaving you speechless. Out of the corner of his eye he sees how awkward he's made you and laughs again

"You're an asshole, Bucky Barnes." You jabbed his ribs playfully

"Just hoping to cheer you up."

"Mission accomplished. Thanks Buck."

"My pleasure, Princess."

The two of you laid there for a moment, watching the stars grow brighter against the dark sky.

"I've been meaning to ask you, what's Asgard like?"

“It’s beautiful, the sky goes on forever. There's nothing more beautifully chaotic, than a cosmic storm in space, picture a sunset made just of clouds and stars. And the gardens are built like mazes, great for hiding in during training.”

“Training?”

“Yup, swordsmanship. Thor wanted me to learn in the chance I would join him in battle one day.” A new waved of guilt ate at you, you hadn’t thought about your father in days

“What’s wrong?” 

You looked over to see Bucky’s concerned eyes. As much as you wanted to fake a smile for the time being you didn’t have the strength. Bucky sat and listened to you talk about how you’d been banished from Asgard again. 

“So your uncle is pretending to be your grandfather, and your grandfather is living the rest of his life here on Earth; while using the last bit of his powers to keep your power and war corrupted aunt, that no one knew existed, from escaping imprisonment?”

“Basically.” you nod “I swear my mother’s side is a lot less dramatic. Aside from meeting me of course.”

"I'm sorry you can't go back home."

"Sorry you can't either. Do you miss the good old days? That's what Steve calls them."

"Some times I do." He turned his head in the direction of two hover crafts racing each other across the sky "But everything here is far beyond what we imagined it would be back in the day."

The softness in his eyes suddenly disappeared, a hint of a tear forming in them instead.

"What's wrong?"

"Howard would've loved this. But because of me-"

"Hey, don't do that. Don't blame yourself for what Hydra did to you."

"Easier said than done." Bucky pushed himself up until he was sitting up right "I have this nightmare, I'm standing out in a field watching the sun come up, and then it's suddenly pitch black and I'm cold. I hear these voices, screaming at me, the voices of the people I killed, their last words. And then Howard and Maria are digging themselves out of their graves, coming to kill me... and I let them."

Bucky tried to wipe away the tears before you could see them but it's too late. You're sitting up on your knees, wrapping your arms around him, he's shaking trying to hold back his sobs.

"I got you Bucky." You whisper in his ear "I got you."

His arm finds its way around your waist, holding you close while he finally broke down. He buried his face into your shoulder, tears soaking through your shirt, and you held him; silently running your fingers through his slightly knotted hair.

"It's all my fault. I ruined the team. I would’ve been better off if I just died on that train.”

You feel your entire body freeze at the memory of Bucky, bleeding, wounded, and barely breathing, half buried in the snow. The Hydra solider dragging him for miles to the hidden base in the mountain. All the bruises, and cuts and of course his arm. And after, unintentionally, getting a peak at Steve’s memories you saw how guilty he felt about not being able to save his best friend, and then how relieved (and stunned) he was when he found out Bucky was still alive.

“Bucky listen to me.” you turned his face to yours “Hydra did those things, they broke the team up and they used you because they were too cowardly to do it themselves.”

“I-”

“You were manipulated, they’re a parasite that infected all of us. You are not a monster, you are not a weapon.��� You wiped away the tears on his cheek “You’re just lost right now.” Bucky paused before slightly leaning into your touch while you ran your fingers through his hair once more. 

“And this just makes it more confusing for you.” You tried to move your hand away but he catches it

“I’m not confused. I don’t want to ignore how I feel about you, but you’re Steve’s girl. You keep telling me I’m not a bad person, and I’m on a date with my best friend’s girl.”

“A date?” you raised an eyebrow

“Well yeah, I- I kinda hoped it was.” he admits softly while catching his breath again

A soft thump and a few loud bleats caught both of your attention, the larger goats were rounding up the smaller ones, settling down for the evening. You stood and brushed off any grass you had on you before extending a hand to Bucky.

“How about I walk you home?” you offered

“I’m suppose to walk you home.” he tells you, kindly declining your hand and pushed himself up to his feet

“I know but, to have you walk all the way through the city, and to the palace back out to your farm seems like a lot of trouble.”

“I really don’t mind.” he offered his arm to you, and you happily wrap your hand around his large bicep “Plus I get to spend another twenty minutes with you.”

“Smooth move Barnes, smooth move.”

* * *

Steve? 

Bucky?

Anyone?

You looked around the cold dark room, feeling the walls for a door. Once your hand touched a handle a powerful electric shock ripped through your body and you fell back onto the ground. Just before you could catch your breath, you heard screaming from all around you. Sitting up, you see it, Asgard burning around you, the people running in fear, running from you.

No, I didn’t do this.

Power crackled from your hands, shooting out to strike down several people. One of them a child. 

No!

Wretched child! Odin’s voice boomed from above you. He was adorned in his gold amour, sitting on the back of a giant black steed. I was right to cast you out before, witness the chaos you have brought upon my kingdom!

No, Grandfather I didn’t do this. You have to believe me.

Daughter. Thor now stood before you, beaten and bloody.  Mjölnir was split in half at his feet. Enough of this madness. You have killed innocent people.

I didn’t... I.... You backed into something on the ground. Turning around you saw the pile of bodies behind you and drop to your knees. I’m sorry.... 

A pair of hands grab you by your ankles, yanking you to the ground and pulling you towards the growing pile of bodies. You clawed at the dirt, trying to get away, but the hands were now on your legs and climbing.

No, please! 

Rayna. Your mother knelt in front of you placing one hand on yours and the other caressed your cheek

Mother, help me. 

You killed all of us. She pried your hands from the dirt, letting the hands pull you down further

A booming crack woke you from your nightmare, a cold sweat made you shiver, and your powers had broken several things in the room, the glass windows, mirrors, and the double doors were blown halfway to pieces when Shuri and T’Challa came rushing in.

“Princess Rayna, what happened?” T’Challa, fully suited and armed, scanned the room

“I’m sorry, it was a nightmare.”

“Your vitals are all over the place.” Shuri tucked her tablet under her arm and moved closer to the bed

“Don’t! Please don’t come any closer.”

“Rayna-”

“No.” You scrambled out bed, avoiding the glass on the floor, but causing the lamp on the nightstand to explode “I shouldn’t be here.”

“Princess wait-”

You were already out the window before T’Challa could truly stop you, flying through the air over Wakanda. The power was out throughout the city, making you feel only worse. Sleep was going to be nonexistent for the next few days. There were tears in your eyes when you reached the ground, stumbling into a landing in front of Bucky’s hut.

He was at the door before you could even reach it, he knew something was wrong, seeing the tears in your eyes only confirmed it.

“What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

“I know I probably shouldn’t be here.” You sniffled “But can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course Princess.”

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[fooled-around-and-fell]

The Spy (3)

Summary: It’s been weeks since you’ve been held captive in Wakanda. It’s not the prison life people would imagine, but when there’s a Bucky Barnes, it’s much like prison.

Genre: romance, angst, fluff

pairing: ? ? ? 

Y/N has been given a room with a very comfortable bed, a kitchen, a flat screen TV, and a bathroom that has a bathtub. She wondered if she was a prisoner anymore. It’s been weeks. She’s worried about Rebecca and Andrew. They haven’t heard from her ever since she was taken, they must be worried sick.

Y/N hasn’t seen Nat, Steve, Bucky, or any of them for a while. Only the Dora Milaje who always has an eye on her. This morning when Y/N woke up, it wasn’t the usual Dora Milaje who watched her. It was Okoye. Something must’ve come up, because the woman before has been watching her ever since she’s stepped foot on Wakanda. Why replace her now?

“So, how long do you think I’ll be staying here?”

No answer.

“I can’t stay forever, right?”

“Get ready and come with me.”

Y/N frowned, “to where?”

“Just do it.”

Y/N didn’t like being left in the dark. She could’ve come up with an escape plan if she were in some country, but this is Wakanda. Secluded, high security and surrounded by a force field. It’s impossible to get out without their consent.

Y/N grabbed her jacket and followed Okoye out. She brought her to the lab where Shuri and T’Challa were. It seemed some sort of operation was going on. But why would they want her here?

“Target should be in the basement. I’m gonna go for it.”

“You have two minutes, Captain.”

Steve’s voice. What’s he doing? Why are there people speaking Russian there?

Y/N looked to T’Challa and he had a look in his face that she didn’t like. Whatever he’s about to tell her, it’s definitely not good news.

“What’s going on?” Y/N frowned.

T’Challa let out a small sigh, “the Russians have your family.”

“What?” Y/N could feel the blood draining from her face. She knew what the Russians could do to them and it scared the life out of her. How could she have let this happen?

“One spy got away last time.” T’Challa said, “We received the news this morning. I’ve sent the Captain, Agent Romanoff and Barnes off to go on this mission.”

“How long?”

T’Challa looked confused, “Excuse me?”

“How long have they been taken?”

“Since yesterday.” He said, “We have it under control. They don’t know we’re coming, don’t worry.”

Y/N gave him a warning look. “You don’t know the Russians like I do.”

T’Challa paid no mind to it and gave her a piece of paper. “They left this in your house. They want something from you.”

‘Give us what we want or they both die. Fight us, and they both die.’ was written in Russian on the paper.

Y/N crumpled the paper. Give them what they want.... “Why did you make the call to fight them? You don’t know what they want. Only I do.”

“It wasn’t my call, but either way, we’d never give them what they want.” T’Challa explained, “You don’t hand a knife with the sharp end pointing at you to your enemies.”

“We?” Y/N raised a brow.

“You’re no threat.” T’Challa said, “We’ve agreed on that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Good to know.”

“So what do they want?” Shuri asked.

Y/N clenched her jaw.

“Targets aren’t in the basement. We raided the whole place - they’re not here.” Steve reported back.

“Any leads to where they might be?” Y/N asked.

“Negative. They must’ve just left moments before we arrived. Did they know we were coming?”

“That’s impossible.” Shuri said. “I’ve made sure your jet is undetected. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“Steve, I found something.” Bucky said.

“What is it, Buck?”

T’Challa frowned as he heard only rustles through the comm. “Captain? What’s wrong?”

Y/N had her arms crossed while her heart was pounding. She had a bad feeling. “What is it?”

“Captain?” T’Challa called again.

“...we found a body.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide and she dug her nails into her palms, praying to anyone that it wasn’t-

“It’s Rebecca. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Never had she thought that breathing could hurt. She couldn’t focus on what they said afterwards, she just stood there, barely breathing.

--

Their jet had just landed. Steve, Bucky and Nat didn’t talk much on the ride back to Wakanda. The Russians knew they were coming. But how? They couldn’t possibly track Shuri’s unbreachable tech.

Bucky found Rebecca in one of the basement rooms. She was hung on a rope from the ceiling. Clearly, it wasn’t the way she died, but the Russians wanted to mock Y/N. They wrote ‘Strike One’ on a board that’s hung around her neck, a way to mock the Americans helping Y/N.

He was the one who brought Rebecca down and carefully put her in the body bag, discarded the rope around her neck and the ridiculous note.

A few men put Rebecca’s body on the stretcher and took her away. Steve and Nat went to discuss how and why the mission went wrong with T’Challa. Bucky had something else in mind.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked Shuri, who was still trying to figure out what went wrong.

Shuri paused for a second. “She went back to her floor. Hasn’t said a word.”

Bucky nodded and left.

He had something to give Y/N. A bracelet that Rebecca was wearing and he thought she’d might want to have it. He went down to her floor and met Okoye. They both shared a look.

“I need to be alone with her.” Bucky whispered.

Okoye didn’t approve at first, but seeing Y/N’s state, she didn’t see the point in guarding her from escaping anymore and left.

Bucky saw Y/N sitting on the floor in front of her bed. Everything was nearly destroyed, but there was no emotion in her eyes. He could tell she was beyond angry, and it was only a matter of time before she could hold it in anymore.

He went to sit next to her and looked her way. She didn’t spare him a glance. “I thought you might want this.”

Bucky opened her clenched fist and put the bracelet in her palm. “She was wearing it.”

Y/N grasped the bracelet in her hand and hugged her knees, burying her face as she tried to hide her tears that were threatening to fall.

Bucky didn’t know what to say, but he stayed beside her. He knew how dark it could get when someone with so much grief, so much anger and sadness was alone. He didn’t want her to be.

Y/N didn’t know how long she spent in the position she was in; knees hugged close to her chest and face buried, but she fell asleep in that position. When she woke up, she felt the soreness kick in and straightened her legs. She realized she was still gripping tight to Rebecca’s bracelet and she sighed.

She got Rebecca that bracelet to celebrate their 3 years of friendship. 3 years would count as short for some people, but not to them. 3 years were filled with pure happiness. In return of that bracelet, Rebecca gave her a pair of earrings that she’s still wearing until this day.

Y/N’s eyes were so swollen from the crying that she didn’t notice the human beside her all along. She knew Bucky was the one who gave her the bracelet, but she thought he left. But he’s still here, sleeping with his head tilted back to rest against the foot of the bed.

“Are you gonna keep staring at me?” He stirred awake.

Y/N cast her eyes down on the bracelet and wore it on her wrist. She wasn’t up for any bantering right now.

Bucky stretched his neck and looked at her again. “How are you doing?”

“..Been better.” She answered.

He nodded. “Do you.. want something to drink? Coffee? Tea?”

“How did she die?”

Bucky pressed his lips together. “Y/N-”

“How did she-” Y/N coughed out loud.

“You need to drink after all that crying. Your throat’s dry. Come on, let’s get something from my kitchen...considering you destroyed yours.” Bucky said and helped her up.

Y/N glared and pulled her arm back, “I don’t want your help, okay?! I just-”

Bucky sighed slowly, “What do you want, Y/N? Tell me, because I’m not leaving you here and let you try to kill yourself.”

Y/N fidgeted with her fingers and looked down to hide her tears again. The thought did come to her mind. To end it all; because she couldn’t bear the feeling of guilt inside her that Rebecca was now dead because of her.

“Did you forget about Andrew?” Bucky mentioned the little boy and Y/N’s head raised. She was so preoccupied with grief that she didn’t think Andrew had survived any of it. “He still needs your help, you know. You need to find him.”

She nodded her head slowly, “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, doll. Now, what do you want to do?”

Wiping her tears away, Y/N wore her jacket and headed to the door. “I’m going to get those-” She paused to cough aloud, “-okay, tea first.”

Chuckling, Bucky lead her to the main kitchen so they could all discuss the next move.

--

tagging: @scarhades @evanstush

#bucky x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #reader #female reader #steve rogers #captain america #winter soldier #black widow #black panther #tchalla #shuri #spiderman #ironman #steve rogers romance #bucky barnes romance #angst #romance #marvel #avengers #tony stark

[ghostsprettymama]

HIS PRINCESS

Headcannons for Erik kilmonger (N’jadaka) in a new series coming due to voting.

Erik loving when you use the Theluji version of Xhosa (the same but its more rich, yet soft and fierce)

WOULD START ARGUEMENTS JUST SO YOU USE YOUR NATIVE TONGUE

He knows xhosa fluently, but pretends to not know it when you confess to him in xhosa.

USING HIS BIRTH NAME !!

it makes him bonkers.

Like. Deadass he loves you addressing him as N'jadaka, using any other name would make him think youre mad at him. you only used that name on him since you were four.

He likes the way it rolls off your tongue, would make you moan it during sex js to make him do what you want

"please Erik i need it please." "use my right name, you what to say baby." "fuck me nice n good N'Jadaka !" n he listens

WEAK SPOTS FOR U

He has a weak spot for when you wear your dresses and formal wear.

likes seeing you all high and mighty, HE LOVES. a woman in control

Making you cry in bed is his turn on, out of bed he gets so soft for you. " dont cry angel, youll get sick. dont let nobody make my Princess cry but me. just let me know who and ill handle it."

his love language?

Okay this man is so confusing

he switches love languages alot

like more then he should.

He would bring,make or buy gifts for you out of love and wouldnt expect anything back. this man will have statues carved for your beauty.

He reclaimed his title as one of the princes of wakanda , which equals to many women being envious, but Erik dresses you nice, then shows you off.

deffinently big on praising and physical intimacy.

for a "scary" guy he LOVES holding your hand or holding you in general, not a love language hes just an ass

EXTRAA

he indeed does sing

an amazing voice too

only sings you to sleep though

Fic : His Princess

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[steverogersbrooklynbabe]

STUCK IN QUARANTINE

Hiii! I’m actually really back, I’m stuck in quarantine at my house and I’m currently with almost nothing to study so I’m going to be writing again the requests that I have but please feel free to request something. I write about Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker,T’Challa and Thor <3 

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[fantua]

No Way Back √Erik/ Killmonger√

Do not reblog without my consent

Fem!Reader

Slight angst

My first request!!!

Part One

I was practically buzzing on the plane ride, not even catching the shared looks of annoyance between my parents. Granted there were a lot of things I should've noticed. Like the fact that neither of my parents had brought enough luggage for the two week stay, the seedy motel they rented instead of the usual five star service.

I lay there wheezing. My hair sticky, with blood I assumed. My thoughts slowing along with my breath. The only thing that kept repeating itself was 'Why?'.

~

I woke up surrounded by pastel blue and pink sheets, a delicate sunset painted on the ceiling.

Am I dead?

A soft creak had me sitting up to look at the intruder. The girl steps lightly, grinning "You are awake!" I nod, confused "Where am I?" My throat felt sore. The girl bows extravagantly "Wakanda!" My brow furrow "What?" She rolls her eyes "I will explain later, first we must get some food in you." She helps me stand, surprisingly strong for such a petit form.

She led me to a dining hall or sorts, only a few people settled around the small table. A tall man stands and greets us "I am glad to see you are well, our Dora were very concerned when they found you." I blink, my head feeling fuzzy "Found me?" I repeat, trying to understand the meaning of the words "You should sit." The girl gently presses me towards an empty seat next to an intimidatingly beautiful woman.

The girl sighs softly, setling into a chair opposite of me "Our Dora found you outside our wall, covered in blood. Four broken ribs, cracked skull, bruised head to toe. We also found tire tracks leading away," she fiddles with a device and opens a 3D photo of the tire tracks "A few of our Dora followed the tracks and they lead to this motel," I tug at my earlobe nervously "That's my motel, the one I was staying at with my parents." I mumble, looking down "We believe your parents tried to... Kill you, out here where it is believed that no one lives." My eyes water and I clear my throat. "So be it." She nods, understanding that I didn't want to have this conversation.

The man taps the table and I turn to look at him "I will be glad to have a room prepared for you, I can arrange a job and you can be a part of our community. We will keep you safe here." I blink, slightly unnerved by the kidness, but I nod. Knowing there was no way I would be able to return home now.

Yo, I am still taking requests until Friday! So check out my promt lists and the "how to request" post and hmu! I'm doing all sorts of fandoms, not just avengers/marvel. But if I'm not a fan of it/don't approve of your request I won't do it lol.

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[want2cbuckysunderoos]

My Dearest One

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: Reader is Shuri’s best friend and meets the White Wolf one afternoon in Wakanda

Word Count: over 4980

Warnings: language, smut, fluff ;)

“Y/N,” Shuri said, startling you and interrupting your intense daydream.

“Yes?” you asked, knowing she probably needs you to grab something for her, like normal. You and Shuri had become best friends ever since you found yourself in Wakanda, taken in as one of their own, though they didn’t even have to let you stay.

“Can you take the White Wolf his food for me? And, if they’re there, run the kids off so he can eat in peace,” she says while chuckling. Sometimes children would run down to where the Winter Soldier stayed and convince him to play games and make silly faces with them.

“Umm, yeah....I guess.”

You’re walking down the small hillside and realize that you’ve never actually met this man before. A nervous feeling settles itself into your stomach for an unknown reason as you anticipate your meeting him and think of what you would say; first impressions sometimes mean a lot.

Before you can think of a third way to reword your practiced thoughts, you look up and see the Winter Soldier himself. He’s wearing a sort of scraggly robe and his hair is pulled back loosely into a bun, stray tendrils of hair hanging freely around his face. His face is relaxed as he walks out to the field beside of his hut and poorly lifts himself up to sit down on a tall, flat rock.

You realize that you’ve stopped walking when he stares at you strangely; your feet instantly start moving at a clumsy pace and your heart beat picks up.

As you get closer, you notice that the White Wolf has alarmingly striking blue eyes, scruff on his jaw, and slight wrinkle lines on his forehead. His back is slouched in a comfortable position as he lifts his right—and only—arm to take the bag Shuri packed for him.

Feeling as if he’s not going to be the first one to speak, you take the initiative to say, “Hi.”

“Hey,” he says with a slight laugh.

“Umm, Shuri was busy...so she told me to bring this to you. Sorry.”

“Why would you be sorry?”

“Well, okay, but-“

“Tell her I said thanks.”

And with that, he hops off of the rock and turns on his heels to walk into his little hut.

You’re a little shocked at his obliviousness and almost-rudeness that you just stand there, dumbfounded, as your jaw kind of slacks open.

The White Wolf stops in his tracks and turns his torso slightly to the left so that he’s facing you and says, “I’m sorry, I don’t know where my head went just now. Thank YOU for bringing this as well...” he trails off, not knowing how to finish his sentence since he’s surprised at himself.

“It’s fine, no big deal,” you say and wave it off, trying to act like you weren’t a little hurt.

“You can call me Bucky, by the way.”

At this, you turn and look at him.

Bucky.

The name tastes sweet on your lips as your murmur it silently to yourself.

“Okay, Bucky. And I accept your apology.”

“Thank you-“

“Even if it was pathetic.”

When you say this, he looks at you as if you weren’t capable of making a joke.

“I didn’t think it was that pathetic.”

You smile; it’s a game now. “Oh, it was.”

He takes his time studying you through squinted eyes and, after hesitation, says, “Will you stay?”

You’re taken aback but recover quickly enough that he didn’t notice the wistful and confused look on your face.

“Yes.”

-

After your first sharing-lunch-day with Bucky, you are instantly ready to volunteer to take him his food the next day.

You didn’t want to seem so eager to visit Bucky in case Shuri suspected anything, which would result in teasing, so you bite your tongue as you decide what to do when she starts her daily routine of taking it to him herself.

You’ll regret it if you don’t say something, so you open your mouth to, but you’re cut off when Shuri walks right out the door.

Well.

You bite your bottom lip while in deep thought, trying to decide how you’re going to get an excuse to walk back down to Bucky’s hut.

It’s been about fifteen minutes; Shuri punches the door open and you see that she’s grinning from ear to ear, yet has a skeptical look in her eyes.

“The White Wolf has requested your presence,” she says while trying to suppress giddy laughter.

You almost fall over at her words.

“Oh, well, umm...yeah, that’s—uh-“

“Just go!”

She’s really laughing now, and motions with her entire body to go towards Bucky.

You chuckle to yourself a little and slap her hands away as she tries to paw at you, teasingly.

“Someone has a crush on you!” She yells before she starts quoting a vine about God knows what.

•

You push your windblown hair out of your face for the fourth time as you walk down the hill so you can meet with Bucky again.

He’s walking from around the side of his little hut when he looks up and, once he sees you coming, smiles warmly. You’re about to smile back when, out of nowhere, your foot stumbles over what you think is a rock and you trip, barely keeping yourself from falling face-first to the ground.

“You okay?” Bucky asks, not even trying to suppress his laughter.

“Uh...yeah,” you respond.

You can feel the heat in your cheeks and you look to the ground in embarrassment. “So, what did you want?”

Bucky looks up at you. “What?”

“Shuri said you wanted me to come down here.... so what did you want?”

“Oh, I... I didn’t want anything, really. You can go back if you need to.”

“Oh.....umm, yeah. Okay.”

“I mean, I’d rather you didn’t,” he says, hesitating before gently grabbing your forearm.

You smile up at him. “I’m not going anywhere, Buck.”

“That’s good to hear.” He smiles.

•

You were with Bucky once again; every day for the past three months you came to see him. Even if you couldn’t stay all day, it was always for at least an hour.

After about half an hour of your visit, you realize that you and Bucky had walked quite a good bit from the place he stays. You learned a lot about him, but mostly that he absentmindedly gets stuck in his own head quite often. Sometimes he would pause in the middle of a story and stare at the ground as his shoes dragged across the grass. His eyebrows would furrow and his lips would set into a straight line, then he’d talk again...but pain was laced in his voice.

For the past three minutes there had been nothing but a heavy silence between you two, the only sounds being the wind dancing through trees and your hair flapping past your ear. “Bucky?” you ask, almost startling him.

“Yes?”

“Do you miss your Steve?”

“Ha. What a question. ‘My Steve.’ Yes, I do. I miss him a lot...and the others, too. I love it here, but I’d do anything to see them again.”

“I get you. Do you like King T’Challa?”

“What’s not to like about him? He’s a great guy, really.”

“Yes, he is. For some reason I was under the impression that you two are friends.”

“We’re friends, sure, but it’s not like we’re super close or anything. Why are you so curious about this?”

“I don’t know. You seem very lonely.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm? Just hmm? Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“You always want to know what I’m thinking, Y/N. Why such an interest in me?”

“I don’t know... I just.... I’m sorry, geez..”

“I didn’t mean it like that-“

You had already turned around, though, shocked at your own sudden change of emotions. Why were you so upset? It was unnecessary, at least that’s what you told yourself. The possibility of it being because you really started liking Bucky and you know he doesn’t like you tugs at your heart. It wasn’t fair that you two spend all this time together and you develop unavoidable feelings for him while he doesn’t have to feel anything.

“Are you okay?” he calls from behind.

“I think I’m gonna go take a nap or something.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

You start walking, but then you can feel his presence creeping up and hear his shoes dragging quickly across the grass. His only hand reaches out and grabs your left hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You can nap on my bed,” he tells you. “It’s not the most luxurious, but I’d rather you do it here than have to walk all the way back to your room.”

You lock eyes with him and nod; you’re touched by his offer, but everything inside of you is screaming because you’re getting too hopeful and you know this doesn’t mean anything more than the fact that he’s just being a good friend. A friend. That’s all.

You both get back to his hut and you sit down on his bed, eventually forcing yourself to lay down and close your eyes. You can hear Bucky shuffling around the place; your eyes softly flutter open at one point just in time to catch Bucky pulling his hair into another bun, the longer strands that go around his face falling out of his hands and finding themselves against his cheek.

Your heart jumps a little, and you close your eyes once more, your mouth unwillingly curling into a smile.

•

Bucky sits down across from where you lay on his bed, trying to decide if he should wake you up so that you could go to your own bed and sleep the rest of the night. He didn’t know you would sleep for five whole hours, and he also hadn’t intended on letting you, but here he is.

He watches you cautiously, afraid that somehow you’ll wake up and get angry at him for staring. He can’t help it; to him, you look like an absolute angel lying there. He sighs, some of the hair around his face flying up from the sudden exhale of breath.

How had he let himself get close to someone again? He just knows that you don’t want anything to do with him, not in a romantic way. He only had one arm and he was quiet and distant from everyone and everything around him. Too much had happened for it to be any different, and he accepted long ago that there wouldn’t be anyone out there that would love him and accept his broken soul for what it is.

But then you came. And he was filled with hope, so much that it breaks his heart every time he tries to touch your hand or shoulder and you don’t react how he plans. He tells himself it’s because of his brokenness. No one would love someone like-

His thoughts are cut off when your whole body jerks in your sleep. He decides now that he should probably wake you up, so he stands up and walks over to you, lightly sliding the back of his hand over your soft cheek. His eyes roam your entirety, his heart bursting with affection. “I wish I could just hold you,” he whispers to you, but only he can hear it.

•

You wake up at the sound of a pain-filled groan from outside.

You sit straight up and look around, just now realizing you spent the night in Bucky’s hut.

“Shit,” you mumble, throwing the blanket that you don’t remember covering up with off of you and groggily stepping outside. “Bucky?” you say in the middle of a yawn, then you remember the groan and your eyes focus to show you that Bucky’s holding the spot where his left metal arm used to be.

“Bucky!”

You reach him in seconds, coming up behind him and instinctively caressing his hair and briefly rubbing his back and shoulders to show that you’re there. “Can I do anything?” you ask him.

He turns around and leans into you a little too forcefully, your leg stepping out behind you to support him. He embraces you with his one arm, and your arms hesitantly reach up to wrap around his neck. You both stay holding each other for a few minutes, unsaid words hanging in the air, needing to be heard.

“Y/N,” Bucky says.

“Yes?”

“I know this is cliché, but there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time.”

He loosens his hold on your waist a little so that he can move to look at you, his face just a couple inches away from yours. Your stomach flies into your throat and your heart beat is getting insanely fast, your heart threatening to fly out of your chest.

He looks down at your lips and then back up to your eyes; he leans in a little bit closer, and—

“Y/N! There you are! I was looking everywhere for you,” Shuri yells from the hill.

You sigh in frustration and wave at her, knowing you’re in for questioning later. She walks closer then notices how you’re right against Bucky, mere inches away from kissing him still, and she starts to back up, throwing her hands up in the air, saying, “Meet me for dinner tonight.” She winks at you, then she goes back the way she came from.

Even though you can hear her snickering still, you look back to Bucky and notice he’s already looking at you. “Buck, I-“

He cuts you off by pressing his mouth against yours, taking the unsaid words and throwing them all into his kiss and the way he moves his mouth against yours. You’re lightheaded and kind of startled, but you return the passion and move your hands into his hair so that you can grab it by the handfuls. His hand slides down your back and rests at the small of your back, while his mouth abandons your lips and he kisses down your jaw until he reaches the tender skin of your neck. He feels so content right now, kissing you, but doing what he’s wanted to do since he met you somehow isn’t enough anymore.

Bucky impatiently walks forward towards his hut, holding your back still so that he can keep you from falling. You’re walking backwards, completely trusting him, and still kissing him with everything in you. You stumble a little bit trying to get through the entryway, but he doesn’t let you fall. “Buck,” you say, breathlessly. He keeps kissing you while simultaneously helping you lay down on his bed, saying, “What?” against your lips.

“I’m in love with you,” you tell him, cupping his chin as you look right into his eyes.

His eyes flit back and forth from your left to right eye, searching for the proof that you mean what you said. He decides that he believes you, and his only response is a genuine smile; it was good enough for you, though your heart sinks just a little bit.

He tries to hold himself up with his right hand, but not having another arm doesn’t really help out with balance, so his body kind of falls onto yours. Red spreads across his cheeks and, for the first time, he looks over at the ground instead of you.

“Bucky, it’s better this way,” you say while reaching down to take your pants off.

“What way?” his gaze snaps back in your direction.

“You laying on top of me like this. It’s very intimate. I like it.”

His mouth pulls into a wide smile; you knew just what to say to make him feel less like a useless person. He leans down, still on top of you, and kisses you again. Your lips automatically respond, furiously sliding against his. You feel your bottom lip being sucked in between Bucky’s teeth, and he bites down lightly, then expertly gets it in between his own lips, sucking and pulling. He lifts his head away from you all of a sudden, your head instinctively following after his and not understanding the rejection.

Bucky looks you right in the eyes before he slowly leans down so that his mouth is right against your ear. His tongue barely licks your earlobe and he lightly sucks it in between his lips before whispering, “I’ve BEEN in love with you, Y/N.” Your entire body breaks out in goosebumps, a shiver running down your spine at the feel of Bucky’s hot breath and thick voice in your ear.

He takes his right hand and slides it down your torso, attempting to make it to your panties. Without his other arm, though, it’s impossible, and he soon realizes this.

Frustrated, he sits up and sighs loudly. “I’m sorry...”

“Bucky, no. Do not apologize.”

“I have to...I- I can’t even please you because I only have one lousy arm.”

“Look at me, Buck. I don’t care. I love it. I want you and nothing is going to get in the way of that. We’ll find a way, somehow. Give it time. We have forever.”

A smile stretches across his face, but you can tell that he’s in pain and trying to keep his heart from cracking under his insecurity. You plant a kiss right beneath his jaw line and rest your head on his shoulder, sighing in contentment. “We don’t even have to do anything at all, and I’ll still be just as happy with you,” you say aloud.

Bucky shifts his body to where he’s laying on his back, obviously inviting you to lay down on top of him. You crawl up his body and straddle him, slouching so that you can look right into his eyes while they’re just a few inches away from your own. You let your eyes close and breathe in his scent; he leans up to meet your mouth and softly kisses you.

For a whole five seconds, it’s just you and Bucky; no sounds from outside, no thoughts of worry seeping in, and no one to interrupt. You’re surrounded by everything Bucky, and it’s no surprise when his tongue suddenly enters your mouth unannounced. Your body reacts but your mind is muffled with the adoration for the man you’re holding onto, and you instinctively notice his cock against your inner thigh and position yourself so that you can grind against him.

Bucky trembles beneath you and his breath hitches. You feel him against your center and throw your head back in sudden delight, Bucky kissing your throat right as you do so. With his one hand, he wraps it around your hips, pulls you farther up on his body, and hooks his index finger around your panties, the now annoying fabric in his way.

He moves the panties to the side and pushes a finger into you, an immediate gasp leaving your lips in return. Your fists clench and you lightly hit them against Bucky’s chest as he continues to pump his finger in and out of you, entering a second one after hastily sliding your panties down and off of your legs.

You’re seeing stars and your body starts going limp as  you let out a deep groan and open your eyes to see that Bucky’s looking right at you with dark desire. He curls his fingers inside you one more time before slowly pulling them out and putting them in his mouth, sucking the cum off.

“Shit,” you mumble, gulping as you help him pull his pants and underwear down. You take his cock in your hand and position yourself over him, guiding him into your entrance as you sit down on him. His size fills you up and you both let out deep, satisfied sighs. You rock your hips back and forth, shuddering at the feel of your love inside of you. He sits up and pulls one of your legs toward him so that he can wrap it around his back, encouraging you to do the same with the other.

His body jolts beneath you and he lets out a drawn out moan, biting his bottom lip as his breath shakes. You pick up the speed, your vision going white from the bliss. Bucky’s gaze fixes on your breasts bouncing up and down at the rapid pace that you’re riding his dick. You’re practically shoving your hips against his as you keep your rhythm of going back and forth and up and down on his cock.

Bucky’s about to come, so he carefully balances himself and takes his one hand away from where he had dug into your skin so that he could stimulate your clit, even though your position was already having him hit your G-spot. Your once steady rhythm becomes sloppy and your body is only riding in jerking motions. You start to moan but it becomes shaken when you feel yourself release, Bucky doing so soon after you, and your entire body quivers above him.

You lift yourself up a little so that he can come out of you, but you stay straddling him and set your forehead against his, placing a kiss on the end of his nose.

His panting breath fans across your face and you tilt your head so that you can share another heated kiss before collapsing beside him, your head now resting on his chest.

•

A couple hours later you feel Bucky stir beside of you and your source of warmth is stripped away as he stands up and walks outside; not being able to fight your curiosity, you stand up to see King T’Challa, Okoye, and a few others outside. Some sort of compartment that you can’t really see was opened, and Bucky walks toward it with excited caution. After a few moments of silence, you hear Bucky ask, “Where’s the fight?”

And, to your horror, T’Challa responds, “On its way.”

Before you can stop, you gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. What fight? Bucky walks back inside, surprised to find you already awake. He gets some assistance putting on the new arm that was brought to him, a pained smile plastered on his face the whole time. You watch in silence as he becomes a man with two arms again, except this time one of them is made of vibranium, the rare and indestructible metal found in Wakanda.

After everyone leaves and it’s just you and Bucky again, you try to form your question. Bucky can tell from your furrowed brow and the twitching of your lips that you’re conflicted. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks, his sweet voice full of concern.

“Umm..”

“Hey, think about it this way, at least now I won’t fall over during sex.”

You laugh. “Yeah, that’s -uh- great, Buck. You’re right, you’re right, it’s just that-“

“Oh my God I’m sorry.... did you not like it? Did it make you feel, like, uncomfortable or upset or something? We don’t have to do it again if you-“

“No, no, Buck. It was great. But it’s just... I overheard you and the King talking and...”

“Oh...”

“What fight, Buck? What’s he talking about? How did YOU know about it? What’s going on?”

“Listen, listen, listen. I made the connection that something’s going on, and I’ve now been informed that Steve and the others are coming. I’ll know more about the plan later, but-“

He stops talking when he sees that tears are sliding down your cheeks.

“Baby, no.... don’t cry. It’ll be okay, it’ll work out. It always does.”

“I just want you to stay safe here, with me, forever.”

“We have forever. Just promise me you’ll go somewhere safe immediately and stay there until we get this problem worked out.”

“What problem, though?”

Bucky looks turns around and looks at you over his shoulder, his face falling; in his expression is your answer.

•

You’re laying on Shuri’s bed; she was letting you stay in there since she had the job of trying to carefully remove the Mind Stone from Vision. You had hugged her and wished her luck, so all there’s left to do now is wait.

The door opens and you automatically sit up out of fear, only relaxing when you realize it’s Bucky. “Hey, doll.”

You laugh softly, crossing your legs on the bed. He shows that giddy smile and moves toward you like he’s on the prowl, ready to pounce at any given moment. He stops right in front of the bed and waits a few seconds before briskly gripping your thighs and uncrossing your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed, your legs on either side of him.

He shoves his metal hand in between your legs and pulls your shirt collar down, dipping his tongue onto your collarbone. A moan escapes your lips and you grab his chin with your fingers, tilting his head up so that you can kiss him gently on the lips. “Bucky, what are the chances?”

He looks taken aback. “Of what?”

“Us winning.”

“It’s hard to say.”

“Ughhh oh my God...”

“Listen, Y/N, I told you not to worry about it so much. I’m here with you right now, and I’ll be here when we win this fight.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, it’s just hard to not worry about it...I love you.”

Bucky sits down on the bed next to you and scoops you up and into his lap. He lovingly drags a finger down the side of your face and traces your jaw. “I love you too,” he tells you, his lips brushing against your ear, igniting a shiver from your body.

“Were you happy to see Steve?” You ask him. That smile you love spreads across his face and he nods, saying, “Yes. And the others, too. They look different, but I guess it’s been a while. I don’t want to ever be away from Steve for that long again, though.”

You let your hands feel of his new metal arm, then they roam over his chest, stomach, face, and hair as if you’re trying to place how they feel under your fingertips deep into your memory. “My dearest one, I’ll miss you,” he says to you, startling you a little bit because of the silence that had settled in the room. “Buck, you’re saying that like it’s the last time you’ll ever see me. Stop. It’s scaring me.”

In response, he just holds you tighter and kisses your forehead; you can feel his scruff scrape against your skin, but it’s a familiar feeling. It’s safe. It’s home. But safety isn’t a forever condition, and Bucky slides his hands under your legs so that he can move you back onto the bed instead of his lap.

He stands up and leans down to capture your lips in a long kiss; you sit up on your knees so that you can wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. You feel his arms wrap securely around your waist; they give one good squeeze and he places kisses on your neck before he kisses your lips one final time.

Your hands slide down his arms, curving under his elbows until you’re holding both of his hands. He walks backwards to leave the room, your hands eventually having to let go of his. “I love you Bucky!”

“And I love you.”

•

You had fallen asleep to cure your boredom, but you’re awakened by sounds creeping in from outside where the “fight” was happening. There are a pair of headphones on the bedside table, probably for this reason. You sit up and crawl over to grab them, but then you hear a noise from outside of the door.

Locks.

You instinctively run to the door, trying desperately to turn the handle. But, of course, it’s locked.

“What the fuck!?” You exclaim.

You smack on the door with open hands, yelling, “Hey! Why the hell did you just lock me in!? Where’s Shuri?”

There is no answer.

Panic tries to settle into your veins and you begin to hyperventilate. You try to calm yourself by thinking of Bucky’s warm touch or how a fire rises in your chest when he kisses you, but nothing will suffice. Your body doesn’t even go into a panic attack, though; you stand up and try to make it to the bed, but black dots enter your vision and you hit the ground before you take the second step.

•

Pain.

The first thing you realize is that your head is pounding. You try to raise yourself up, but the excruciating pain from the side of your head doesn’t let you. “Fuck.”

Your eyes open completely and your vision adjusts, finally, but you’re still laying on the ground. Disoriented and confused, you continue to stare at the wall ten feet away from you. Why am I in this room? 

Bucky. 

“Bucky!?” You yell into the emptiness of the room, already remembering that he went into the fight hours ago. You don’t know what time it is, you only know that you need to get outside so that you can check on the man you love.

You groggily stand up, taking your time because every move threatens your vision to go black again. Finally, you get on your feet and walk over to the door, your left hand cradling the back of your head.

Taking a deep breath, you turn the handle and, to your surprise, the door opens. Hadn’t it just been locked?

You try to not to dwell on the fact that someone had unlocked it while you were knocked out and hadn’t tried to help you. Still cradling your head and squinting your eyes, since the luminescent light was a little too much, you find your way to where Shuri is supposed to be.

The door is already opened and Shuri’s supplies and tech are scattered all over the floor, metal tables laying sideways and a computer screen shattered. What the hell? This isn’t right...

You turn around swiftly and make your way to the door that’ll lead you out of this area so that you can soon get outside to hopefully find Bucky—and everyone else, apparently.

You spot the correct door and make your way towards it, reaching for the handle with your right hand when you notice one problem.

Your hand is fading away into what looks like dust.

“What the fu-“

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