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marleyfiction-blog · 6 years

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Murder For Love

A/N: I have no idea why this idea came to me. I hope you enjoy it. I’m trying to get better with this writing. I also can’t write smut to save my life, ima do better.

Warnings: Cursing, blood, murder, guns

Erik x Reader

Word Count: 1, 138/ 4 minute read

You were sleeping, like dead to the world type of knocked out. Aliens could’ve invaded your city and you wouldn’t have noticed. You rollover wanting to snuggle with Erik but his side of the bed was cold.

You lift your head and look around the bedroom as if he could still be in there. He wasn’t. Erik was gone and only Bast knew where.

Your head flopped back down to the pillows, you were too tired to keep it up. You were sure you’d just drift off to sleep until you heard this noise, then you got a text.

Basement. Now.

Why would he want me down there?

You thought a feeling of uneasiness crept over you. Y’all basement was unfinished and creepy. You always heard strange noises from time to time coming from down here but Erik always told you not to worry about. So you didn’t ask questions, out of sight out of mind.

When you finally reached the bottom step you saw Erik. The look he gave you made your blood run cold. You had seen him turn this glare to others countless times but you never thought you’d be on the receiving end of it. It kinda turned you on.

Erik was looking at you with a deadly glare. You couldn’t help but look between him and the whimpering man tied up in a chair. Plastic was lining the basement floor and made a crinkling noise with every movement you made.

Erik smiled, showing his gold fangs. Dazzling against his pearly white. & smooth chocolate skin. You melted. Erik knew you would do anything for him, all he had to do was ask.

Y/N you love me right. He asked with a deep gruff voice. It was a statement, not a question. He knew you loved him, you knew him. You also knew he expected you to answer his non-question.

Of course. You know that.

Erik started walking towards you, just smiling, a wild look flashed in his eyes and was gone as quick as it came. Erik walked with confidence and death, it was sexy. He could be doing anything and it was going to turn you on. Even now during this crazy ass moment, he was turning you on. Scared and confused your anxiety was starting to kick in. The air was starting to get thick. You were searching Erik’s eyes for anything, to explain the situation but you were in, but all you got was a cold glare and a warm smile. Erik was standing right in front of you now and you were more confused than ever. Erik never had you in the basement, especially not while he was doing “business”.

You felt his calloused hands on the base of your neck, lightly playing with your curls.

Then you felt the heavy cold steel pressed into your hand. Erik pulled your forehead to him and placed a kiss. Pulling you back.

Prove it. He says while walking away to stand against a far wall.

What? You thought. He couldn’t be asking you to do what you thought he had.

What? You squeaked. Your mouth suddenly dry.

Erik was standing against the wall, arms folded, across his well-defined chest, as if you were having a conversation about the weather.

I want you to pull the trigger and kill that man. He answered flatly.

Your body went numb. You always thought you would kill for Erik. But now that the opportunity had presented itself. Would you really kill for Erik?

I-I-I can’t, you stammered. You couldn’t look at Erik but you could feel him staring at you.

A part of you really wanted to pull that trigger and be fully immersed with Erik in his world. You would always have half of him unless you did it. Was that a good enough reason to kill a man who hadn’t wronged you?

You lifted the gun and pointed between the eyes of the man bound to his chair. He hadn’t stopped crying since you had walked in and now it had picked up in volume. He was pleading with you with his eyes since he mouth was covered with duct tape.

You turned to fully face the man whose life you were suddenly ready to take for your own selfish reasons. He had a family you thought. Children possibly. Gun still pointed at his head, you closed your eyes.

You could hear Erik moving around, he came to stand next to you. It was eerily calming having him next to you at this moment. Eyes open, and a few calming breaths later you had made your decision.

You pulled the trigger.

With a final deep breath, you pulled the trigger. Blood splattered across your face and clothes. The man's head slumped forward. You had killed a man, all in the name of being closer to Erik. A grin was slowly spreading across your face.

You turned to look at Erik. He seemed impressed with what you had done. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip. You licked your lip in the ghost trail of his finger. A faint coppery taste glinted across your taste buds.

You meet the chilling lustful stare of Erik just as his ticked flicked pass his full lips to lick the drop of blood off his thumb. At that moment you wanted nothing more but for Erik to push you against the wall and fuck you until you saw stares.

As if reading your mind Erik picked you up, arms pulling you to him. Low groan coming close to your ear. His lips leaving soft kisses on your neck. This got a moan from you. Your emotions were all the place, you were feeling high from committing murder and Erik was causing a flood between your legs.

Erik slammed you against the cold basement wall. Lips hungrily seeking yours. You could feel Erik growing hard beneath you. You started whining your hips, desperately trying to create a simulating friction.

Erik stopped the assault on your lips and slowly dropped to his knees. Legs over his, he moved your panties to the side. Erik started an aggravatingly slow assault on your pussy. He was teasing you. Erik loved when you begged him to fuck you. He loved watching you come unhinged while he worked your body. Erik would play your body like an instrument only he knew how to play.

Y’all fucked in the scene of a murder. It was a moment of pure depravity and you loved it.

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marleyfiction-blog · 6 years

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Big Move: Saturday

Friday Saturday 2

A/N: I couldn't sleep again, so I decided to crank out another story. I really hope you guys are enjoying reading this. I will try to be more descriptive, I felt like the first one was a little "ehh". Anyways enough babbling enjoy.

P.S. I’m sorry in advance

Warnings: Cursing, Use of the N Word

Erik x OC

Words: IDK 🤷🏾‍♀️

Parish was in a deep sleep. Snuggled deep within her covers. You wouldn’t have noticed her except that her curly hair was poking above the mass of her white comforter. Her phone was ringing loudly on her nightstand. Drawing Parish out her sleep. Maybe it’s not important she thinks just as the ringing stops. Her moment of relief is short-lived as the ringing starts up again. Throwing a small tantrum because she is being forced awake. Parish answers her phone with annoyance.

Parish. Where have you been? It was your mother. She did not sound happy. Parish immediately perked up.

Uhh. She stammered. I’m sorry mommy, Parish answered with a stifled yawn, but I texted you when I remembered to take my phone off airplane mode.

Someone could’ve hacked your phone!

Parish sighed. Her mother always said that. Michelle always went to the worst scenario.

No one hacked my phone ma, I’m okay. I’m at the hotel. Everything is being paid for by the company. I’m okay.

After a few moments of reassuring her mother that she was indeed okay and in a safe place, Parish was able to get off the phone. Parish loved her mother but sometimes she felt that she did the most but it was out love.

Parish relaxed back into her bed. Seconds later a fierce grumble emitted from her stomach. Parish quenched her face in discomfort, she was starving. Having realized she hadn’t eaten anything since late yesterday when she had those few beignets and that cup of coffee. She was still too tired to leave her room just yet. Room service it was, Parish thought. She had the rest of the day to explore the city.

Parish rolls over and finds the room service menu by the phone. She orders a stack of pancakes, some fresh fruit, turkey bacon and a glass of Minute Maid fruit punch.

Stuffing her face and watching A Different World, Parish was truly appreciative of this experience. She never thought she would in a place as glamours as her hotel room. She only had one person to think so thought to herself. Almost on cue, her phone began to ring. Just the person she needed to talk to.

Hey, biiiitttch. Parish sang into the phone.

Bitch, where have you been? Ash sucked her teeth.

Parish retold the airplane mode issue she had until late the previous night. Parish could feel Ashe roll her eyes on the other end of the phone.

Likely story bitch! Ashe said with feigned annoyance.

Anyways, I meet a fine nigga at Cafe Du Monde!

You got his number?

Yea, I just haven’t text him yet.

What! Why the fuck not?! Ashe yelled, into the phone. Parish, you gotta get out this shy shit. You got too much confidence for this!

Parish let out a sigh purposely loud enough for Ashe to hear.

You betta text that man, Parish! Or ima come to New Orleans and kiss yo ass myself.

Parish bursts out laughing. You stupid, I hate you. Ima text him sometime today.

You betta, if not you know what’s coming for that ass.

Parish knew Ash was right. She was just trying to get Parish out of her comfort zone.

Ima text him, damn. Parish responded still laughing.

Parish got off the phone with Ashe and decided to go out. Before getting in the shower she texted Erik. Maybe she wouldn’t have to explore the city alone.

All day Erik didn’t answer Parish. She checked her periodically. The only texts she received were from her mom, Ashe & her brother. Parish didn’t understand why she was so concerned with getting a text from him, she ain’t even know the man.

It was getting late and starting to rain. Parish was able to make it to Willie’s Chicken Shake before the heavens opened up and poured down on the crowded streets of Bourbon. Parish squeezed past a few closely knitted group of people, into the restaurant. The last thing was worried about was a stupid text from Erik. Now she needed to make it back to the hotel.

To call Chidi or not? That is the question. Parish thought with a laugh.

*Ding*

My bad shawty, I got caught up in some business.

Mhm likely story Parish thought.

Oh, it’s cool.

Wyd?

Stuck inside of Willies Chicken Shake until my ride gets here.

Tell ‘em you good now, love. It’s your lucky day. Meet me at the corner of St. Peters & Bourbon.

He drop-pinned his location.

Parish bit her lip, she didn’t know this man. He could be some kind of murder. She could hear Ashe screaming in her head that she betta go with that nigga. Besides, Parish reasoned herself, You could be stuck in here for a while.

Let’s take a chance.

The rain had slacked up some, enough where Parish could make it to the corner without becoming completely soaked. She followed the light blue dotted trail on her phone screen until she came upon a blacked out Jeep Rubicon. She couldn’t tell if Erik was in there are not. The window of the driver side slides down.

Get in. He said, his voice was low and gruff.

It was a statement and Parish knew he expected her to obey. So she got in. Walking to the passenger side and jumping in. Parish felt the soft leather against the back of thighs. The blue light under the seats gave the interior a nice glow. It instantly gave her a sense of calm. Wiz Khalifa - Medicated played low over a deep bass.

Smoke shawty? Erik was in the middle of rolling.

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marleyfiction-blog · 6 years

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Big Move: Part 3

AN: Hi everyone. So I’ve finally written another part for Big Move. I proofread for the most part. I am already writing the next part of this, so hopefully, the wait won’t be as long. Thank you for still fucking with this story. Uhh, this story is kinda just a filler.

--- Enjoy, Marley

Words: 661

Warnings: a few curse words here and there.

It was early morning and Parish was a nervous wreck. Today was the day. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. She had the job already, this was an opportunity for her to go in and see where and with who she would be working. Still, anxiety pumped thru her views. Did she deserve this opportunity? She thought to herself.

*Ding Ding*

*message from Mom*

Parish smiled as she read the message from her mom. She was certain her mother was either an angel or a witch. She always knew something was going and exactly what to say to make it better.

*Ding Ding*

*message from Chidi*

Shit! Parish exclaimed out loud. She did not have time to be doing this. She gave herself a pep talk and she got her shit together. Today was going to happen whether she was ready or not!

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The building was massive, the first floor was a combination of a few things. An art display, showcasing the arts of the local artists from New Orleans and Wakanda. There was a small gift shop and a small café, taking a closer look it was full of delicacies native to Wakanda. A tribal mask was on display across from the small café caught her attention. Parish was mesmerized by the beautiful mask of Wakanda. As she peered through the clear glass case she thought she saw Erik on the second-floor landing.

Before she could get too caught up in her own thoughts, a soft yet captivating voice called her name. A tall, slender dark-skinned woman was standing behind her. She had hair as dark as obsidian cascading down her shoulders, was standing behind her. Parish, taken aback by her sheer beauty, it was effortless. Her presence alone made the air catch in Parish's throat.

"Ms. Sergent, I'm Camila Randles. We have been communicating by email. I am excited to finally meet you. We are happy that you are now part of our growing family here at the Art Center."

"This is the assistant?!" Parish screamed "WTF?! Who the fuck was her boss?!" At this moment Parish was confused, she thought this was going to be the woman over her. "Don't judge a book".

Camila continued showing Parish around the art display on the first floor. They made their way towards the third floor. On the way, Parish was able to see the people of center. Being surrounded by these individuals was inspiring for her. The anxiety that had Parish on edge earlier had subsided. At this moment she was grateful to be here and experiencing this rare opportunity.

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Parish was over the consulting and design department. When the elevator opened unto the third floor they were welcomed with silence. Camila informed Parish that it was a new addition to the Center. It would be Parish's responsibility to build the department up over time.

Wakanda wanted to do a lot. Parish laughed at the thought.

Camila stopped in front of a large glass door. Smiling and sweeping her arm in the same fashion as Vanna White. Parish gawked in confusion, "What's this?"

Camila chuckled, a sound that was only audible because of the silence of the department. "Ms. Sergent this is your office. Please take a look. Anything can be changed or brought in to make it more comfortable for you."

Parish walked into the office with Camila close behind.

"On your desk, you'll find a few applications for your assistant. Please take your time and get acclimated to your new office. If you need anything just call." With those last words, she walked out of the office.

Parish walked around her office. Stopping in front of the large window that overlooked the art district down below. Fitting.

She could hear shoes clicking across the tile coming towards her office. Turning around she was meet with a pleasant surprise.

"So I had seen you downstairs."

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marleyfiction-blog · 6 years

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Big Move: Saturday part 2

Friday Saturday

Author’s Note: I want to apologize for the “chapter” I released the other night. I was exhausted and tired of trying to get the story to flow right. I am still trying to write this though. Do I know where this is going? No. That’s weird because I’m writing this but everything is going to be a shock for me too, I don’t want this to move too fast. I hope this one is better than the last!

Warnings: Cursing, Use of the N-word, Smoking (is that a warning?!) Word Count: 930 / 4-minute read

Erik x OC “So you smoke shawty?” Erik asked with a now lite blunt between his fingers.

Parish's eyes grew wide, it had been a long time since she last smoked. Her body was desperate, wanting her to partake in such activities. Parish didn't miss a beat, she accepted the blunt and inhaled the thick smoke into her mouth. Parish felt the smoke slithering its way through her body. Relaxing every nerve from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She exhaled, a smooth cloud of smoke leaving past her plump lips. She took another puff, watching the smoke dance with the blue lights of the interior. Erik’s eyes were roaming over Parish’s body. Following the curves of her breast, down to her thick thighs. Her black skater skirt had risen a little high on her thick thighs legs. Erik saw enough to make his mouth water and have his imagination going wild. Erik looked at Parish as like she was the cure to munchies.

Erik chuckling to himself brought Parish back to the present.

“So I see you smoke.” He accepted the blunt as Parish passed it back. She had turned to look at him. He dressed in a simple black shirt with match ripped jeans. A single chain peeked from under his shirt. He had an air of mystery about him and Parish wanted to know more. She couldn’t understand why she was being drawn to this man but she was like a moth to a flame. Watching him smoke was a turn on for her. Everything he did was with such confidence and precision. Erik knew exactly what he wanted and always got it, Parish thought.

“So where are you going?” He asked while trying to keep too much smoke from escaping his mouth. Parish wanted to run her hands through his dreads. She wanted to know if his lips were as soft as they looked. Parish was having some pretty intense thoughts about a man she didn’t know. High her was a different beast and didn’t care.

“Oh, uh, I’m going back to my hotel, the Omni Riverfront.” Parish was thinking of all the naughty things she would love to do to Erik. She internally rolled her eyes at herself, Bitch, stop being so damn thirsty, fuck!

He nodded and pulled away from the curb. They weren’t far from her hotel, after hitting the blunt a few more times, they had arrived. Parish was feeling lovely as ever. I am going to sleep good tonight, she thought.

“Come on Princess”, he said, throwing the Rubicon into park outside of the hotel. Parish was shook. /Where the fuck did he think he was going?/ She had thought about inviting him up but she wasn’t really going to do it.

The elevator ride was a short one, the tension between these two was building. Being that the hotel was kind of old, the elevator was on the small side. Parish was standing a little in front of Erik, she could feel his eyes traveling over her backside. It boosted her confidence to know someone as fine as he was openly staring at her. Erik had no shame.

“Thank you, I really appreciate you picking me up Erik but you didn’t have to walk me to my room.”

“Nah don’t mention it. I was already in the area. When you with me, I wanna make sure you are safe. Door to door service.” Erik smiled and then licked his lips. The weed was having Parish with some pretty lewd thoughts about Erik. If he kept licking his lips she knew she was going to be all over him. I need a cold shower!

Fumbling with her purse to find her room key, being high wasn’t helping. She finally found the key and had the door opened. With Erik standing just outside the room when she turned to face him.

“Thanks again.”

There was a pause with Erik openly ogling Parish’s body. She wasn’t uncomfortable just taken aback. To her knowledge, no one looked at her the way Erik was so brazenly looking at her.

Parish cleared her throat and caught Erik’s attention. “Nah, it was my pleasure. I mean the night doesn’t have to end.” Then his phone rang. His face scrunched up in agitation.

“What?!” He answered with a growl. A voice full of menace, he was clearly upset that someone was interrupting him at this moment. There was a pause while the other person explained what was going on.

He huffed, “Aight, Ima handle it.”

He softened up a little when he looked back at Parish. “I’m sorry shawty, I got shit I gotta handle.”

“O-oh, it’s okay Erik.” Parish stammered, internally she was a little upset that he was leaving.

“We hanging out tomorrow.” Another statement. He smiled, Parish caught a glimpse of a gold grill and almost melted in her doorway. She was excited for what her next adventure would hold with this man of mystery.

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marleyfiction-blog · 5 years

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Big Move will updated TODAY ❤️

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marleyfiction-blog · 6 years

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Big Move part 3

I currently have 4 pages of a rough draft for Big Move. So it’s coming. ☺️

#marleyfiction

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marleyfiction-blog · 6 years

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Thank You

I want to say thank you to every one person that has liked and reblogged my first story Big Move. I am working on the next part of this story. I honestly don’t know how far this will go, but I am looking forward to this ride.

Big Move: Saturday released tonight or tomorrow

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chaneajoyyy · 4 years

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AN: Uhh, this was written out of bordem. I haven’t been able to think of anything else to write for my other stories. I doubt if I complete this but it was fun to get this idea out of my head. I hope you enjoy reading this.

Warnings: None

Words: 1157

“Take you in back of the buildings, make you expose your rage. Take you across the tracks, make you explode a face. Now you official now, but you got a soul to save.” -Nipsey Hussle

PREFACE

Rain laughed maniacally and then pulled the trigger. The shot bouncing off the walls off the small apartment. She gave a smile of satisfaction. Turning to exit, “Clean it up” she ordered the man standing around. Immediately they moved to dispose of the body. Rain, with a swagger in her walk, made her exit out of the small apartment. Unlocking her phone she typed a quick text, “it’s done.”

Rain was a twisted individual. Murder and mayhem became a regular thing in her life. Some people couldn’t wait until Sunday to watch their favorite show, not Rain. She couldn’t wait until she could kill again or cause some kind of mass hysteria. Though she hadn’t always been this way. It all started when she met Erik Stevens. He was deranged and handsome. A lethal combination. Everyone had known of Erik’s attempt to take over Wakanda. He was killed or so the world thought. His cousin saved his life and rehabilitated him. It was Rain’s job to provide him with therapy.

A few times a week, Erik would be wheeled into her office by two Dora Milaje. He would always be bound with vibranium handcuffs and ankle cuffs. Erik still wasn’t trusted but T’Challa truly believed that therapy would help his troubled cousin.

Rain would sit across from Erik, her white lab coat standing out against the dark colors of her office. He would be granted an hour to sit with her and every day he would just sit in silence. Rain tried endlessly to get him to speak. Instead, he just stared at her with those soulless dark brown eyes. It would send chills up her spine. She was frustrated with him and was getting fed up. This wasn’t helping either of them. She could be actually helping someone else. With her mind made up, she decided this would be her last week with Erik. If she couldn’t get him to talk this week she would have to speak with the King.

As usual, the Dora Milaje wheeled Erik into Rain’s office.

“Please, wheel him towards the sitting area. I’m going to try something new today.” The warrior pushing Erik, obliged. They silently and quickly left the room.

Erik, I want to help you. He wasn’t paying any attention to her. Instead, his focus was out the window. Rain’s office has a beautiful view of the Wakanda mountains. As the sun passes over the sky, beautiful shadows and colors would appear along the mountains. Rain enjoyed many afternoons just silently staring at them. Now wasn’t going to be one of those afternoons. Rain stood between Erik and his view. Talk or be locked up. I am done with the silent treatment. I don’t have to help you.

“You do actually.” He answered in a low gruff voice. “You are the only therapist left. My cousin isn’t going to let you walk away until I’m better.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

This was the most he had talked since starting therapy. Now it was Rain’s turn to be at a loss of words. The last one? No options? Was she really stuck with him?

Erik cocked his head to the side and gave a smug smile. “You didn’t know, did you? So like my cousin, to keep secrets.”

“I don’t believe you.” Rain tried to keep her voice calm, she was furious. Why had no one told her this?

“I’m cutting this short!” Rain opened her office doors, the two Dora Milaje were standing guard and turned slightly when the door flung open.

“I need to speak to the King.” Rain said in a demanding voice. The warriors exchanged wordless glances. “NOW!” Rain yelled. Her voice bouncing off the walls and high ceilings.

Moments later she was standing in front of T’challa. “Dr. Okiro. What do I owe this pleasure?”

“I can’t work with your cousin, Erik, any longer. I have run out of tactics that would be useful to him. At this point, both of our time is being wasted.”

“It is unfortunate that you feel this way Dr. Also, unfortunately, I can’t allow you to stop the sessions with my cousin. You are the last therapist that we have left that is willing to work with him.”

“I’m not willing to work with him any longer. I terminate him as my patient.”

“You can’t. You have a duty to the country. The sessions will continue Dr. Okiro. That is final!” T’challa spoke as King and sat down upon his throne. “That is all!” He said dismissing her.

Fuming, Rain stormed out of the throne room. She couldn’t believe it. She felt like a prisoner, being held against her will to assist with someone who didn’t want her help.

Walking back to her office, her Kimoyo beads lite up. She checked her messages. Her schedule had been changed. Her sessions with Erik were now 2 hours long and every day this week. FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC! She thought while rolling her eyes.

SOME MONTHS LATER

Rain thought she was curing Erik. Though they were both been in a situation that wasn’t ideal. Eventually, Erik came around. He started opening up. The more he talked the more Rain realized that she had developed feelings for Erik.

“I got you something, Erk.”

“I don’t want it.” He answered nonchalantly, not looking up from fidgeting with his fingers.

“Well, I guess, I’ll return the keys to the Dora.” Rain moved to get up from the sofa across from Erik.

Erik locked in on the keys. Rain could see the wheels turning in his mind. She was second guessing this idea but it was too late to turn back now.

“Wait.” Erik raised his locked wrist. “I accept.” Crossing the small space between them, she unlocked his handcuffs.

“Why you doing this?” He asked in his usual low voice.

Rain was caught of guard. She almost let it slip that she did it because she liked him. That would be unprofessional. Instead, she answered with “You deserve it.” Walking across the room to her desk she placed the cuffs and the key on her desk.

“I need another present Rain.” He whispered into her ear. Erik had Rain pushed against her desk. Rain could feel her body betraying her. Before she was could comprehend what was going on, she could feel the heavy vibranium cuffs around her wrist.

“Erik! Get these off me!” Rain said in a shrill panicked voice.

“Not a chance princess. You are my ticket out of here.”

“Come get her!” He yelled towards the office doors.Two Dora Milaje entered the office, grabbed Rain by the arms and dragged her out of her office. “ERIK!” Rain screamed.

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College Years

AN: Alright so boom. I wanted to write about my time in college. Some of these events actually happened to me, I thought it would be a good source for a story. I was right. I really hope you enjoy reading this. I proofread this multiple times, but I’m only human so there’s that.

Warnings: There are mentions of abuse in the opening scene of the story. You can skip it. If you do skip it , please start here: “When the next semester rolled around”. I am not trying to trigger anyone into reliving past events. this isn’t the focus of this story, it just sets the tone for the other events that will come later.

Curse words duh. I think I said the n-word.

Word Count: about 1300 words

Reading time: about 5 minutes

Summary: Shei is trying to adjust to life on campus after living with her father.

“Nah fuck that. I should’ve knocked the fucking teeth out of your mouth.” He growled voice laced with venom.

He raised his hand, reeling back to strike her again. His eyes daring her to say anything, he held no remorse for attacking his own daughter. The glasses had already been knocked off her face. She stood crying on the sidewalk. She could hear her mother screaming on the other end of the phone, begging her to tell what was going on. Shei couldn’t find the words though, she was shocked that her father had slapped her. Hard enough that her glasses would go flying. He was a bold man to strike her in this gentrified neighborhood of Mid City. Shei quickly realized though, no one was coming to her rescue. One hand was still holding the stinging red handprint on the left side of her face. The other was holding her phone, she gathered her strength and her senses to tell her mother what was going on. Her mother told to find somewhere safe, she would arrive as fast as she could. In the midst of the chaos between themselves, her father had grabbed the keys she dropped to the ground. Shei hadn't even noticed the keys had fallen from her grasp when she had reached for her face. Apartment keys in hand he stomped off towards the apartment building. They had kept up so much noise they had drawn a crowd but they just looked, no one was offering assistance to Shei. At that moment she had never felt more alone. She was officially homeless in the middle of Mid City, New Orleans. She had to get off the street she thought to herself.

Shei had managed to make a few connections on campus but only one of those people had a car. She didn’t know Nay that well, but they talked from time to time. Nay would occasionally drop Shei off at the apartment if she stayed late on campus to study. Shei didn’t have anyone else to call and it would be hours before her mother could get to New Orleans.

Nay picked up on the third ring.

“Nay”, Shei sniffled. “Can you please come get me?”

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

Trying to hold back the tears that were surely breaking through, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when you come get me. I’m outside of my apartment building.”

Minutes later Shei was inside of Nay’s dorm room crying her eyes out to both her and Tameka. Shei didn’t really know either of them (she knew them about as well as a can of paint) but she didn’t have anyone in New Orleans anymore. Shei cried her heart out and told them what happened.

Thanks to Tameka, Shei was eventually able to fall asleep. It had been a long night and Tameka wanted Shei to get some rest while she waited for her mother to arrive.

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The next few days Shei and her mother set things in motion for her to leave her father’s apartment and move on campus. Shei wasn’t thrilled about the idea of moving into an all-girls dorm. Girls are notoriously catty and also quite filthy in large groups. But she knew that Nay was going to be right there beside her. Plus she didn’t want to quit school. . Shei had told her mother that she would rather live on the street than be subject to the abuse of her father again.

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When the next semester rolled around Shei was a little nervous, to say the least. She had gotten use to the comfort of being at home, surrounded by people that cared about her. Shei wasn't mentally prepared for what was to come while living in her new environment, this was going to be her new normal.

When Nay told her that they could be roomies, her spirits were lifted. Shei couldn't imagine having some random person rooming with her. Eventually, Shei found out that Nay hated her current roommate. Nay was constantly saying that the girl was loud and obnoxious. Not only that but Nay was convinced the girl was stealing her laundry. How trifling, if it were true.

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Move-in day was nothing short of exciting for Shei. Her mother was nervous, her stepdad was as cool as cucumber. He is always the one to hold things together.

Nay was already unpacked and settled into the room when Shei arrived the second day of move in.

Nay!! Shei drew out the girls name and screamed in girlish excitement.

They had grown closer over the Christmas break. This eased her mother’s worry only a minute amount, at least Michelle knew her daughter wasn’t completely alone.

“Augh! Yasss! Finally! I missed you so much!!” They embraced in a hug, one full of budding love.

It was nice to be missed by someone other than my mother.

Shei introduced Nay to her parents, Michelle, and Aaron Sr, they held light conversation getting to know each other on a superficial level. A task was still at hand, unloading the many boxes in the back of the truck. Shei was in no rush, though she hadn’t admitted it to anyone. She was hesitant that her mother was leaving when this was over. Being back in the city was going to be an adjustment after what happened. Especially since the “scene of the crime” was within walking distance of Xavier. Shei hoped that she didn’t run into her father. Though New Orleans is a major city, it can become really small when you are avoiding someone.

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Leaving out of Xavier South, she got a message that was sent some 5 minutes ago. Terrible service.

“Damn girl, I see you!” It was Nay.

Shei chuckled to herself and stopped in the middle of the hallway. Nay was somewhere near, Shei just couldn’t see her yet. Coming out of the narrow stairwell she could hear a crowd of students leaving classes off the second floor. Nay’s laughter was mixed in with the chatter.

“Hey creep!” Shei laughed, pulling Nay’s attention from the person causing the laughter. It was a taller girl, though compared to Nay’s 5 foot 2 inch stature anyone could’ve been considered tall. This girl was tall and chubby with pretty golden brown skin. Her jet black hair was pulled into a slick curly pony tail. A contrast to Nay’s natural black hair that had been silk pressed straight.

“Come get lunch with us.” The girl said.

“That’s Amara! She forgets things, like introducing herself!”

“My bad, bruh!” Amara laughed. The walk from Xavier South to the cafe was a long one but Shei enjoyed it. This was the most she had laughed in a long time.

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“Say girl” Shei heard a guy calling out from somewhere behind her. She noticed Nay roll her eyes.

“Ignore him” Nay whispered to them. Again the voice yelled out in their direction but instead of ignoring him, Amara responded.

“Junior, whatcha want?!” A light skin guy towering over most of the student body pushed his way thru the crowd. He gave Amara a sly smile, not quite reaching his hazel eyes.

“I can’t speak? Damn, I thought we was better than that.” He said in a thick New Orleans accent.

“Nah, we not” Nay finally responded, turning around to glare at Junior. If looks could kill, he would’ve at least had a flesh wound.

“Damn it’s like that?!” Junior said still smiling. His attention was now focused on Shei.

“You new? I ain’t seen you before.”

“Doesn’t matter” Nay answered pushing Shei further up in the line.

“Ayy!” Shei saw Junior calling out to someone, waving his long arm trying to get the attention of someone from across the UC.

“What’s up? We eating with the girls today?” Shei caught the glimpse of a tall dark guy with dreads.

“You should be so lucky!” Nay said with a hair flip.

“Why you always actin like that girl?!” He responded

“Cause Erik, ya’ll mad annoying! We can’t go nowhere without your groupies giving us the stank eye!” Amara said flatly.

“Whatever, I ain’t got no groupies.” Junior laughed in response.

The group made their way thru the line and found a table. The joking continued all through lunch. Shei was happy that she found a group that made her feel welcomed. She prayed this would be a good semester.

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Authors Note: This was short that I already had. I originally wrote it about an “ex”. I just wanted to publish something. I didn’t really proofread this. Sorry I apologize for any errors,

Word Count: IDK

Warnings: I think I said one curse word, wooo lol

The way he talked about her had gotten annoying. You could not stand to be around her anymore. Which was weird considering how close we all had gotten in a short period of time.

“What are we doing?” You mumbled, trying to hold back the flood of tears… Erik was quiet, he just looked at you with a longing in his eyes. He knew where this conversation was going and he knew he couldn’t stop anything that was going to happen.

“Erik answer me, what are we doing?” You sobbed.

You could hear the stress in Erik’s voice when he answered. “We are having fun, what do you mean?”

“No. What are we.” You gestured between the two of you. “What is this? I’m tired of feeling like I’m in a limbo.”

Erik chuckles under his breath a little before answering. “Y/N, baby where is this coming from? You know I care for you” He stood and moved across the room. Erik wanted to close the space between the both of you.

You stepped away from him, arms folded across her chest. You couldn’t allow him to close that space. You needed to be strong, You could only do that if she wasn’t in his arms. “I know that but I need a solid answer and you are givin’ me that!”

Erik dropped his arms, more than a little defeated. He made his way to sit on the couch. “I can’t.” He looks down at his feet, wringing his hands together. “I can’t give the answer you want”. He answered in a tired breath.

“Shit I want the truth. I was completely honest with you. I feel like I only get a part of you. Which isn’t fair, you have all of me.” The tears were falling. Your heart was breaking, the pain was almost suffocating. “Just let me know if you developed feelings for her.” She chocked out. It wasn't supposed to be like this, it was never supposed to be like this.

Hunched over and defeated, still looking at his feet. You heard him mumble. “A part of me has.”

“Mhm, figured that much. I just needed you to say it.” You headed towards the bedroom. Stopping in the doorway without looking at him “We risked it and you ruined a happy home”.

“I thought you wanted this?” He answered dejected.

“Yea I did…but the relationship was supposed to be just us. You weren't supposed to catch feelings for her.” You let out an audible sigh and closed the bedroom door behind her.

You didn’t get any sleep that night. You quietly packed your clothes and left while he was sleeping. It was the hardest thing to walk out of that apartment. You knew after this nothing would ever be the same. You’d continue to text for a short time, the conversations would be awkward. You’d try being just friends but you’d sleep together at least twice before realizing it wasn’t healthy. Then you would really leave each others lives.

We spent 3 years in the relationship and another 1 being friends with benefits. The pain would cut deep & You’d swear off relationships for a while. You’d eventually get to a happy place. Everything happened like it was supposed to.

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