#erik stevens x charm woods

[supersizemeplz]

Nose Wide Open

CountryBoy!Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. I'm southern, but this doesn't really scream it. I really tried though. Enjoy!

Sun spilled over the front yard, reflecting off the tiny speckled dew that frosted the grass. Trimmed bushes lined the front of the house with beautiful roses here and there. The wind chime that hung from beside the green vines swayed gently in the morning breeze. You rested lazily in the white cushioned chair that occupied the porch, reading a novel you bought a week before. Some love story that you were deeply into.

Beside you, a small circular table sat to match the chair you were in. It held your glass of lemonade that sat atop a floral coaster, next to a small vase of fresh looking flowers. A small tag hanging from it with a cute note from Erik.

The rumbling of a familiar pick up truck caught your attention before it's golden paint caught your eye. It eased into the shade of your driveway, right behind your car. Excitement sparked within you and you had to stop yourself from jumping up to greet him. Once the engine went silent, that bun of dreads popped out. Erik shut the door behind him, smiling as he rounded the truck. His jeans were tucked into his dusty Georgia boots, but his white tee wasn't tucked in today. Though you were sure his belt with his last name stamped into the leather hugged his waist.

"Mornin, princess! You're up early." His accent as thick as honey.

You grinned with a playful eye roll, closing your book and resting it on your lap. Sitting up straight, you watched as he approached the stairs. That gold chain peeking from beneath his shirt. "I could say the same for you, Stevens. You missed me, huh?"

Erik chuckled, slowing as he got to the steps. Taking his time, he took in your appearance as he ascended them. A sundress comforted your body, afro freed and skin glowing. "Every second we're apart, baby girl.." He put a hand over his heart, giving you that charming smile of his. "..and I came to see what your pretty self had planned for today." He stepped onto the porch, both hands in his pockets as he looked over at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your lips give in to a smile.

You sat your book on the table, shrugging lightly as you looked up at him. "Nothing really. I was just gonna take a lazy day since I'm off.." Standing, your bare feet pressed against the dark stained wood. "What did you have in mind, Mr. Stevens?" You walked to stand beside his relaxed figure against the porch railing, looking at him over your shoulder. His eyes followed you until you stood at his side.

He smirked, standing from his relaxed posture to stand by you. His right hand rested over your left atop the railing, his thumb massaging over your soft skin. "Nothing really. I was just gonna do some work for my aunt, tend to the horses and stuff. I was hoping you'd tag along?"

You smirked, nodding slowly before you chuckled. He knew you'd never turn down a chance to visit his aunt.  "Give me two minutes.." He nodded, holding up his imaginary watch and tapping his wrist.

Just as promised, you'd returned two minutes later with shoes. As well as your over the shoulder. He'd led you to the truck, opening the passenger door with a smile. You took his awaiting hand, allowing him to help you up into the high truck. Which you believed he really enjoyed doing. When you thanked him after getting seated, he replied with 'my pleasure, sweetness'.

Not long after, he'd climbed into the car and pulled out the driveway. With the grace of a falling feather, smooth and gentle. You smiled softly at the fuzziness you felt riding with him. His hand would soon find your hand, giving it a small squeeze so you would look at him. Like he just did. Then he'd flash you a smile that'd make your heart flutter. Like the one on his face now.

"You good, princess?" The teasing in his voice was evident, making you shift in your seats. You gave a nod, liking how your hand felt in his.

Your body eased further into the seats to calm itself as you admired the black leather of the interior, mentally approving of the golden touches here and there. Your eyes found him laid back comfortably while he drove. Erik was too handsome for his own good and your eyes didn't attempt to stop their admiring anytime soon. It took him catching you to look away, blushing at his chuckle when he met your stare with a glance of his own. Those dimples of his deepened and he licked his lips.

He leaned forward, inches from your lips as he smiled. His fingertips held your chin, slowly easing you closer. "How are you so damn pretty?" You melted at his voice, taking in the faint smell of his cologne before he pulled back. With a teasing smirk on his lips and a wink. "Lets get to it, princess."

You couldn't help the little pout of your lips as you watched him get out of the truck. Mumbling a soft 'good lord' as you relaxed against the seat. You hadn't realized you'd made it. He came around to open your door, helping you out of the truck. Smiling at the dazed look on your face.

You avoided the smirk he held, looking to the barn ahead of you. As well as the area for the horses next to it. The screen door to the house closed, catching both you and Erik's attention. His aunt, Nina, waved at you both. Erik smiled as she came to where you both stood beneath the shade of the oak tree. "Hey, auntie."

She walked up to him with open arms, giving him a hug as greeting. "Hey, baby.. About time you brought your girlfriend back up here to see me. How you doin', sugar?"

You looked to Erik with a raised eyebrow, smirking as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm fine, Ms. Nina. How are you?" His girlfriend you say?

"I'm still working on that, auntie. Don't scare her off.." He teased, chuckling as you all laughed.

She wrapped her arm with yours as she playfully waved him off, heading towards the house. "I'm fine, baby.. and call me auntie, sugar. We're basically family. Why don't we catch up inside while Erik feeds the horses?" You agreed, giving another teasing look back at Erik before heading to the house. To which he gave back a wink.

Once you'd both gotten in, Aunt Nina fixed two glasses of lemonade. She sat across from you at the table as she caught you up on her life since you'd last seen her. Amusing short stories and questions of her own for you. Though when she asked a particular question, though it was bound to pop up, it still made you ponder.

What's going on with you and my nephew?

You didn't answer instantly as you'd rehearsed in your head a few times before. To be honest, you had no idea. You and Erik were great friends, you'd trained yourself to think. Just friends. Of course, Erik hinted at his fondness of you. It just hadn't clicked yet. He was almost to good to be true.

Nina placed her hand over yours, rubbing her thumb against your skin to soothe you. "You shouldn't over think it, honey. Erik's a great guy and I can tell you that he really cares for you. It's hard for Erik to show his emotional side, but with you.." She chuckled, nodding before she sipped her drink. "..with you, it's something special. He's head over heels for you. And you ain't hear it from me.. but when he's around me and on the phone with you, he's smiling from ear to ear. I don't see how his cheeks aren't sore after y'all conversations."

You laughed out at that, having the privilege of facetiming him once and catching his raised cheeks numerous times.

You looked out the window to where he was carrying bales of hay from the barn to the horses. A smile graced your lips as you watched him. Nina stood from her seat, walking to the cabinet. "How about you take him something to drink, baby?" She filled the glass with lemonade and brought it to you. Accepting it, you stood with a nod. "I'm sure he misses you too."

You headed back into the shining sun, making your way across the yard. Erik rolled his shoulders after dropping another bale of hay at his stack. He looked over to you, smiling as soon as he caught sight of your face. "So you do care about me.." Giving a teasing wink, he accepted the cold refreshment. Taking a sip as you admired him.

A dark wife beater now fit his frame, showcasing his broad shoulders and chest. His arms were glistening with sweat and you could really see the definition of his arms. As if you'd needed help in the first place.

"What makes you think I don't care about you, Stevens? You're my ride home." You teased back, looking up at him under your lashes. He laughed out loud at that, looking at you in amusement when he calmed.

"I forget how funny you are, princess. A beautiful woman with many surprises.. No wonder I like you so much." He licked his lips, walking with you into the shade of the massive oak tree.

You shrugged, shyly as you both stopped. "I've heard it's hard not to."

He chuckled, taking another sip of his drink. Looking back to the house, he motioned his head towards it. "So you and Aunt Nina had a good talk, huh? You were in there a while."

You nodded, "We did. I always love our talks. She's easy to talk to"

"Yeah, she's my go to for advice.." He confessed. "What did you two talk about? Me?"

He took another sip of his drink, catching a drop of liquid with his tongue before it fell from his full lips. You felt the butterflies dance in your stomach as you looked away. "Yeah, actually.. About us. How she can see that you really like me.."

He rubbed the back of his neck again. Something you'd notice he did when he was nervous. "I've confessed to her once or twice with how much I like you. But she seen it before I said anything. In her words, you got my nose wide open."

You smiled up at him, slipping your hand into his. Stepping closer to him, you brought your free hand up to play with the coils of his beard. Which he really liked you doing. "I supposed its a good thing that I feel the same way about you, huh?"

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[kimabutch]

Critical Role fan playlist masterpost

Based on an anon request, here are the songs that people have sent in for Critical Role characters (and groupings/pairings.) Apologies if it’s a little confusing — I figured that if you were looking to see who a certain song’s about, you could CTRL+F to find the song. 

I’ve put almost all the songs — all the songs that I could find! — in the Spotify playlist. I will update the playlist and this masterpost as I answer asks, although I can’t promise I’ll answer the asks in the most timely manner!

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Vax

Immortals - Fall Out Boy I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous - Frank Turner Bargain Store - Dolly Parton Two - Sleeping at Last  Dinu Lippatis Bones - Mountain Goats Fortune 500 - Everything Everything The Parting Glass - The High Kings

Percy

Spirits - Strumbellas Dust Bowl Dance - Mumford & Sons Bad Bad Things - AJJ There’s Something Dark - Dustin Kensrue In Fantasia - Kishi Bashi

Keyleth

Overgrown - Machineheart

Scanlan

You’re Gonna Go Far Kid - Offspring

Vox Machina

Noah - Amber Run Windmills - Toad the Wet Sprocket In the Embers - Sleeping at Last Which to Bury: Us or the Hatchet - Relient K

Percy & Vex

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron Shrike - Hozier Surrender - Stephanie Mabey

Vex & Keyleth

I Do Adore - Mindy Gledhill

Vax & Keyleth

Photographs & Memories - Jim Croce NFWMB - Hozier Save the Last Dance for Me

Keyleth, Vax, Gilmore

Love Love Love - Of Monsters & Men In the Middle - Dodie

Percy & Cassandra

Malinda Kathleen Reese - Surrender 

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Caleb

Glitter and Gold - Barnes Courtney Arsonist’s Lullaby - Hozier This Night - Black Lab OK - 8 Graves Welcome to the Family - Watsky Burn It Down - Daughter Bad Luck Charm - Jeff Williams Evil - Interpol Outer Scorpion Squadron - Mountain Goats Overgrown - Machineheart All These Things I’ve Done - The Killers אם אין אני לי מי לי - Yonatan Razel  Sunny Came Home - Shawn Colvin Gallows - Shelby Merry You’re Gonna Go Far Kid - Offspring Bury a Friend - Billie Eilish Running Up That Hill - Placebo Play With Fire - Sam Tinnez Icarus - Jason Webly The Village - Tuung Losing Control - Nell Beekper - Keaton Henson Home Alone - Ansel Elgort An Act of Kindness - Bastille Micro Cuts - Muse Library Magic - The Head and the Heart Believe - Hollywood Undead Bullets - Tunng I Have Made Mistakes - Oh Hellos

Molly

Dead Man's Party - Oingo Boingo Last Ride of the Day - Nightwish  Moondance - Nightwish  The Only Thing - Sufjan Stevens JOYFUL - X Ambassadors Youth - Daughter Remain Nameless - Florence + the Machine Blood on My Name - The Brothers Bright Hopeless Opus - Imagine Dragons Dying in LA - Panic! At the Disco Black Dirt - Sea Wolf Dog Days are Over - Florence + the Machine Rather Never Know - Bronze Radio Return Amy aka Spent Gladiator 1 - Mountain Goats Help I’m Alive - Metric Still Feel - Half Alive Old You - Madison Cunningham

Yasha

Last of the Wilds - Nightwish Thousand Eyes - Of Monsters and Men Stormbringer - Deep Purple Chasing Twisters - Delta Rae Misguided Ghosts - Paramore Breath of Life - Florence + the Machine You Won’t Feel a Thing - The Script Carry You - Ruelle Saint Claude - Christine & the Queens Good Grief - Dessa

Fjord

In All My Dreams I Drown - Devil’s Carnival Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Avantika Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons Ship in a Bottle - Steffan Argus Notos - Oh Hellos Pacific Blues - Sleeping at Last

Jester 

Song of the Traveling Daughter - Abigail Washburn Don’t Leave Me - Regina Spektor Breaking Down - Florence + the Machine Something Wild - Andrew McMahon Boy Crazy - Dessa Velodrome - Dessa Lollipop - Jester Brand New Key - Melanie Shallow - Carys Selvey

Beau

Wild Things - Alessia Cara Somebody to You - BANNERS Firedrills - Dessa Say When - Dessa You Won’t Feel a Thing - The Script Overgrown - Machineheart 5 out of 6 - Dessa All These Things I’ve Done - The Killers Handmade Heaven - Marina & the Diamonds Sky Full of Song - Florence + the Machine Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park Nobody - Mitsiki She - Green Day Get Up - The Blow Come With Me Now - Kongos The Biggest Disappointment - Missy Higgins Dutch - Dessa Fighting Fish - Dessa Solemn Oath - Band of Horses Fille de Personne II - Hubert Lenoir

Caduceus

In a Week - Hozier Sound the Bells - Dessa Follow the Sun - Xavier Rudd

Nott

Reflection - Mulan Drown - Seafret Bottom of the River - Delta Rae Absolutely Smitten - Dodie Watertight - Zero She Flies Brave as a Noun - AJJ

Frumpkin

Plea from a Cat Named Virtue - Weakerthans

Mighty Nein

Home We’ll Go - Walk Off the Earth Shameful Company - Rainbow Kitten Windmills - Toad the Wet Sprocket Re: Scripts - Bon Iver Degenerates - I the Mighty Friends - Miracle of Sound Family - Mother Mother Abandon Ship - Steffan Argus Lost - Amanda Palmer Turn the Lights Off - Tally Halls Little Wonders - Rob Thomas Which to Bury: Us or the Hatchet - Relient K

Beau & Yasha

This Empty Northern Hemisphere - Gregory Alan Isakov Paper Bag Princess - Hello Kelly

Beau & Jester

Spell - NIKI Send Me the Moon - Sara Bareilles Paper Bag Princess - Hello Kelly

Caleb & Beau

Quite Nice People - Katla LA is Burning - Bad Religion

Marion & Jester

Altas: Daughter - Sleeping at Last Seal Lullaby - Erik Whitaker

Caleb, Nott, & Beau

It’s Alright - Mother Mother

Beau & Molly

We Were Here - Lights

Nott & Yeza

Like the Dawn - Oh Hellos Fresh Eyes - Andy Grammar

Nott, Beau, Jester, & Yasha

Honey - Kehlani

Fjord & Jester

Whiskey and Wine - Tow’rs Waterloo - ABBA

Caduceus & Jester

Laughing With - Regina Spektor

Caleb & Nott

Friend Without a Name - The Nursery No Children - Mountain Goats Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Fjord & Caleb

If I Had a Heart - Fever Ray

#critical role

[marvellovegalore]

It’s okay.

Erik Stevens/Killmonger.

Requested imagine: 

1. I request a Killmongerx reader where Erik had a GF who dumped him because of his increasingly scary vengeance (one night she thought he was going to attack HER), but months later he shows up at her place, having been given another chance at life and now working with Tchalla... 

2. Love your stories they are so well written and vivid in description. Can I request a Erik x reader where Erik lives and has been redeeming himself with his family and he asks T’Challa to go to the US to take one person back to Wakanda—-the girl he loved but didn’t treat right die to his issues...

Note: This was one of the first requested imagines, Anon(s) I am so sorry for taking so long to get this imagine out, I do hope you like it but I could have done better. Love and Wakanda Forever x

Warning: Strong Language, Violence Themes

The rays of sun above his head cause his eyes to flutter open. He exhales and rubs his eyes. He sits up and scratches his chest, the pads of his fingers rubbing through the ridges of his numerous scars. He yawns and swings his feet over the bed.

He stands, stark naked, and enters his bathroom. He gets himself ready with a mixture of anxiety and determination in his heart. He bites his lip as he looks at himself in the mirror, seeing the eyes of a man in the midst of a emotional and political deradicalisation. The fragments of his irises lay abandoned in his pupils. He’s slowly putting back the pieces of his view.

The last year of his change has come with unparalleled hardship for Erik Stevens, or as his family calls him - N’Jadaka. The things he’s done to this nation are irreversible. It only took him a couple of days to scar the once untouched land. He’s revealed an ugly in the world that many Wakandans couldn’t bear or accept. He was only accepted by a small number of people in the nation, but he is slowly being accepted into the society.

He is more than grateful. It’s the first time he’s been given a chance. The first time since her.

“Erik,” she questions quietly, the tired lilt to her voice floats through the quiet and brightly lit apartment.

He sighs and leans against the closed door. He lifts his head and walks into the living room. He walks past the couch and she gasps when her eyes register the blood stained clothes clinging to his body.

“Erik, babe, what happened?” She strikes up from the couch and goes to stand in front of him.

He huffs out and moves her aside with a slick movement of his arm. She crashes against the wall but the worry and curiosity compel her to follow him. Following him into the dark seems to be something she does quite a lot, the bedroom is black and the dim light from the corridor is barely any help to either of them.

“Erik? Erik?” She steps slowly and carefully on the floor, her bare feet making a slightly weird noise on the wood. “Just talk to me babe. I promise I won’t judge...” her voice is soft. “Baby, I just want to know. that you weren’t doing what we discussed you wouldn't do - anymore.”

Erik exhales, feeling a minuscule tug in his heart - wanting him to just rant and tell her the truth about his fears and needs. He just wants to give himself up to her, sometimes.

“Please Erik.” The lilt of her voice is soothing to him, and he almost lets her find him in the dark, but he moves away as her hands almost grasp him.

“Damn, Y/N, can’t a nigga just breathe?” He growls loudly, she squeals but bites her tongue - holding back her full blown scream.

She sighs, feeling the regular attitude and bad boy behaviour scent masking any clean particles on her room. “Erik,” she pauses and sighs, “Please baby, just talk to me calmly. I just want to understand what you’ve been doing until five in the morning.” She shrugs.

“Y/N,” a growl punctuates her name, this time taking five steps to her, she understands the direction he’s taking to her, hearing the ring around his necklace clashing against his dog tag violently.

“Erik, I just-“

“Nah, you just talk too much. You know exactly what I was doing until five in the damn morning. Stop trying to patronise me.” He breath beats against her face, her body shrinks as he talks down on her. “I ain’t your baby. And I ain’t your goddamn man, Y/N.”

Her back feels frozen against the wall of the bedroom. She swallows and her eyes focus on his clenched fists, each one poised tightly besides her face.

“Fuck that!” He slams both fists against the wall, almost shattering her eardrums.

She jumps, startled. Her heart pounds against her chest violently. She hyperventilates and her fingers cover her mouth, muffling her panicked breaths. She inhales. His eyes bore into her, not an ounce of compassion floats in his eyes.

He stalks off into the bathroom, the noise of the dog tag and the ring clashing against one another repeatedly drags her into a sunken place. A sly, tiny tears drops out of her eye. She wipes it quickly and forcefully pushes her body off of the wall.

“Erik!” She storms up to the closed door of the bathroom. “Open the fucking door.” She bangs on the door, any care for how much noise she is making goes out of the window. “Open up, Erik.” Her fingers wrap around the door handle and she pushes it down. The door doesn’t budge.

“You need to leave Erik.” She mumbles as her efforts don’t result in success. She lets her forehead fall against the door, her pants audible to both of them. “Just go Erik, go away from me. I don’t want you here.” She whispers.

The sadness in her voice makes him bite his lip as he watches himself in the mirror. Looking into the eyes of a man in the verge of breaking.

The process of personal reconstruction and social rehabilitation have been long and tedious for Erik. He’s had to learn that despite what his mother had said during his late childhood - he wasn’t always right.

He’s learnt from the elders of Wakanda as they have from him. He’s learning to adapt and cooperate with others.

“N’Jadaka.” T’Challa’s strong voice calls out from behind him.

At first he doesn’t respond, not entirely accustomed to the name, but as soon as T’Challa places his hand on his shoulder Erik almost jumps into a fight stance. His swift movement knocks his cousin’s hand off of his shoulder.

“N’Jadaka, calm down, it’s just me.” Erik’s shoulders slacken and he sighs. “How are you?” T’Challa looks at his cousin, his arms behind his back.

“I’m cool.” Erik nods, his own arms behind his back. “I’m cool.” He licks his bottom lip. He looks up at T’Challa.

Not much of the animosity was left between the two. T’Challa forgave Erik easily, understanding that as he had mentioned before - he was a monster of their own creation. Erik was unable to understand and accept why his cousin kept him alive. He would have rather died than face the consequences of his poor actions.

But he’s alive. That’s it.

“I’ve been thinking about the outreach program.” Erik straightens himself up, a serious tone washing his voice. T’Challa nods and puts his full attention on his cousin. “I’ve been thinking that I can extend my abilities back home.”

T’Challa’s eyes widen and he raises his head - his interest piqued. “Okay.” He nods.

“My abilities will be better suited back in the US. I can get across to the people there. I’m from there.” He purses his lips, and then sighs. “I got unfinished business there.” He bows his head for a split second and looks back at T’Challa, square in the eye.

“Of course,” T’Challa smiles tightly, trying not to show Erik his enthusiasm at his initiative. “I’m happy that you’re excited to do something with the outreach programme that you inspired.” He places a hand on Erik’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I have to contribute, don’t I?” Erik shrugs, a gleaming smirk stretching his lips as he and T’Challa walk to the council room.

The feeling of rain on his skin is not registering in his brain. He looks up at the windows of her home. The lights are on and it gives him a pang of nostalgia.

A sliver of a smile graces his lips. He watches for any movement in her windows, but nothing happens - no shadows go past her windows.

He tilts his head, his eyes glancing side to side, watching the cars drive on the road. As his foot hits the road as the flow of traffic slows - he sees her. His eyes widen and he glides across the road, she approaches her own home. He barely registers his travel to her.

She juggles her bags to her left hand and uses her right hand to fish out her keys. She struggles to balance the keys and drops them. He speeds up his walking and stops behind her.

She picks up her keys and in the process drops her bags. She growls and huffs out in frustration.

He picks up her bags from the ground, slowly to not startle her.

But she squeals, she bursts into a spin to look at her assailant. Her wide eyes are highlighted by the headlights of the incoming traffic.

A gasp escapes her lips.

She looks just the same as the day they met. Except for the fact that it was raining and she didn’t have the eyes of a heartbroken and scorned woman.

“Aye, you dropped something.” He yells to the girl with one earphone in.

She turns, a suspicious expression greeting him back. She narrows her eyes, stops and whips her dreads behind her back.

“You talking to me?” She quips, a manicured hand coming to her chest in question.

He nods, speechless at the beauty in front of him. But he shakes out of the trance. “Yeah, I’m talking to you. And since you stopped, I’d like to ask for your number.” He throws out his most charming smile, bearing his teeth out into the sunny day.

She chuckles, her teeth gleaming under the sun rays. “Ha, good one,” she backs away from him slowly, the chocolate of her eyes spreads over his body as she sizes him up and down. “But no-“

“Just let me get your number, and if you ain’t feeling me like that - just block my number and I’ll bounce.” The mischievous look on his face makes her giggle.

And Erik finds it one of the most sublime views ever seen. Not even the sights of the ocean, the snowy mountains or of tropical flora can beat the sight of this woman - whose skin shines under the spotlight of the sun.

“Hey baby girl.” He winks at her, gripping her bags tightly.

She blinks. She gulps, and she stares.

Erik fears she’s frozen, he takes one step closer to her. She wakes out of her reverie as she sees that he’s closer to her.

“Get away from me!” She yelps and turns like a bird going into flight. “Stay away from me Erik Stevens.” She fumbles to find the right key to open her door, she does just as Erik climbs the stairs to her door. She slips in rapidly and shuts the door in his face.

“You’re going to have to let me though, baby girl, I got your stuff.” He feels the raindrops roll into his clothes, they drip through his scars.

The response is absolute silence from the other side of the door. Not one floorboard creeks, and not one light is turned off or on. It’s as if she’s disappeared into thin air.

But the door slams open and she pokes her head out, “Give me my bags.” Her tone is blistered with anger and betrayal.

Her raises his eyebrows, “Well you gotta let me in to get your bags.” He shrugs.

She tries to snatch them off of him, but she can’t as he steps away from the door. “Give them,” her lips barely move as she crosses her arms over her closed coat.

He shakes his head and steps back to the door, “Talk to me and I will.” He feels his face setting like stone, trying to convey the seriousness of his reappearance in her life.

“No!” She yelps out. “No, no, no!” She almost screams. A frustrated glare etches her face, and she reminds him of the people of Wakanda when they realised he was still alive. Angry.

“Just go, Erik. Take that shit with you and disappear from my life. Again.” She shuts the door, but he traps it with his foot. She shakes her head and closes her eyes. “Why are you back?” She huffs out, keeping her body weight against the door.

“I need to talk to you about... us.” He inhales slowly as he finishes.

She raises her eyebrows and nods, “There is no us, but okay. Continue.” She flicks her wrist.

“I want you to come and live with me.” His voice bursts out of his mouth after a long pause.

She stares at him, assessing the sincerity of his statement. And she bursts out laughing. The laughter that he hears completely breaks him.

He never in his wildest dreams thought a woman could do this to him. Laugh at him. Make him feel stupid. The only one to blame is him.

“Stop it.” She chuckles dryly. “Where? Huh? In a maximum security mental facility? Where the likes of Ted Bundy and the Zodiac killer’s ghosts will haunt me?” She smiles mockingly at him, and he feels like waste. “Huh, Erik?”

“I’ve changed.” His whisper breaks into the noise of the pouring rain and her light laughter. “I’ve really changed.” His bottom lip begins to quiver.

“Oh have you?” She smiles mockingly at him, her nod is one of disbelief.

He nods, sincerely. “I have, I promise you.” He purses his lips and places her shopping bags on the floor of her entryway.

“Your promises mean nothing to me, Erik Stevens.” She hisses, going to close the door but he stops it with his hands this time.

He shakes his head and pushes the door open - as softly as he can. “N’Jadaka.” He sighs, raindrops rolling into his eyes, but he doesn’t remove his hands from the door. “That’s my name. N’Jadaka. And with this name, comes a lot of change. And a new me.” He closes his lips quickly as the rain gets heavier and the raindrops almost fall into his mouth.

She scoffs but doesn’t make a move to shut the door again. “A new you?” She raises her eyebrows and he nods. “That means nothing to me. You caused me pain, you hurt me Erik!” She points at her chest, her irises on fire. “The last time I saw you, you almost hurt me physically!” She yells, her eyes glistening with tears, but the tears don’t fall.

“Y/N,” he barely feels it but he sees his change in perspective suddenly change. One by one, his knees drop to the ground. He doesn’t know if it’s the weight of his guilt and the heartbreak he himself is feeling, or if it’s the notion that the woman he loves won’t take him back - but he’s on his knees. And that’s all he knows.

“I need you.” He doesn’t know which are his tears on his face and which are raindrops, “Baby, I need you so much. I can’t be without you, I’m so, so sorry.” he chokes out. Her eyes widen in raw shock, and he himself cries harder at the fact that he’s just given up his deepest feelings. “I love you.” He sobs.

She bites her lip, willing the tears back. She’s unwilling to succumb to the pity and want in her heart. She can’t. He’s a madman.

“Erik stand up.” She mumbles, her lip quivering. She wipes her wet face and crouches down to his level.

“No, I can’t. Not until, you tell me that you at least forgive me.” His hands are intertwined and his voice is almost inaudible as he shivers under the pouring rain. “I’m so sorry - for all that I did to you.” He buries his head into his chest in shame.

Her own tears fall this time. She sniffles and hugs him. “We need to get out of this rain.” She whispers into his ear.

He lets her pull him inside. She shuts the door and turns back to him, watching as he hiccups in the corner of the small entrance.

“I accept your apology.” She whispers softly, a tear that streams down her face is wiped away quickly by her.

She crawls over to him and takes him into her arms.

He sobs into her chest. “I know you don’t forgive me. But give me some time, and I swear, I’ll be a better man to you.” He sniffles, his hand clutches her bottom of her top in desperation.

“It’s okay,” she strokes his dreads slowly, “It’s okay.”

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