#erik listen to your husband please

[caramelc0rgi]

the husbands are arguing again🙄

[xxplastic-cubexx]

was talking to my brother the other day after i rewatched dark phoenix and he was like 'why is everyone so mean to charles in this movie?? were they always this mean to him ?? is it cause he's bald now- he lost his pretty privilege??' and i fear i havent recovered

[anyasathenaeum]

I get to age today (yay for my birthday) ~ I feel like I should do something to commemorate it here on Tumblr but my head is empty. Anybody got ideas?

I’m just gonna be here simping over my anime husband pantheon.

[tourturestarradio]

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

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Pairing: Erik Lensherr x Fem! Mutant Reader x Charles Xavier

Prompt: You were a famous model, and performer everyone thought you were perfect. Everyone loved you, but if they knew what you were, what ugly secret you had hidden, all of that would go down the drain.

Warning: Kinda long, Mention of nudity (none sexual), sassy/mean reader at first, takes place during X-men : First class, (name) in stead of Y/n, slightly insecure reader

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Erik and Charles looked around at the people hurrying past, staring at the bedazzled door that had the woman's name written on a golden star.

Now if you're wondering what they were doing, they had sneaked their way backstage to a performance that you were the main event of, on Charles search for other mutants he had come across you had popped up in his mind.

So the two had searched for where to find you, but luck was on their side because you just so happened to be performing tonight, and they couldn't miss their chance so they had slipped through the chaos a funneled their way backstage.

As they were going to open the door a man with a clipboard came up to them "excuse me what are you doing?" he questioned looking at them suspiciously but obviously preoccupied with the people calling for him.

Charles thought for a moment "we were making a delivery for Miss (Name)" the man looked both of them up and down before someone was calling him again, shoving a bouquet of flowers into Eriks arms he hurried past them "well give those to her, they're from her husband boyfriend or whatever he is to her" he saying rushing away.

Erik looked at the waddling man in annoyance but Charles spoke up "well at least we have a reason to go in there now." he grinned, but Erik looked unamused "right, let's just get this over with" he muttered, Charles knocked on the door and heard a quick and sharp "enter." opening the door Charles and Erik were shocked to see you seated at a vanity desk top-less.

You were sitting doing your make-up you stopped and looked at them through the reflection of the mirror "Did you come here to stare or did you need something?" You asked raising a brow.

Charles and Erik straightened up "we came to uh drop this off, but we needed to talk with you." you turned around and stood up both Charles and Erik looked away grabbing the flowers a tiny smile graced your stone cold face.

You looked at them both "oh? Listen whatever you're here for I don't do, maybe one of the hookers down the street might do the job." you stated placing the flowers down. Charles shook his head "oh, no it's nothing of that matter." he reassured.

You blinked in surprise about to say something, but a quick knock stopped you "Miss (name), you're on in two minutes!" the voice called out, quickly you snatched up two pasties quickly putting them on you gave a quick flick making sure they didn't come off.

"Hand me that please" you said pointing to a thin pink robe Charles handed it to you and you wrapped it around you "I'll talk with you after" picking up a pair of pink and white feather fans you rushed out the room before either Erik or Charles could get a word out.

Standing there stunned Erik and Charles let out a sigh, but the door opened up and you popped your head in "get out. Either wait outside of my dressing room or watch the show." you stated before shutting the door.

Erik and Charles walked out of the room "she's quite fierce." Charles commented.

-★-

Charles grew curious and wanted to watch your performance Erik reluctantly followed along and watched the performance to which they weren't very disappointed, it looks like you were so well regarded for a reason.

After your entertaining show Erik and Charles had went to find you backstage again. Erik leaned over "all this trouble she'd better have an impressive power." he muttered.

Knocking on your door, it only took a few seconds before you opened the door "oh right, come in. But make it quick." You stated, letting them in Charles and Erik sat down, you wiped off your makeup "what did you need, well first who are you?" you asked, "I'm Charles Xavior" Charles stated placing his hand out for you to shake.

But you didn't shake his hand "and you are?" you say glancing at the other male through the mirror "Erik Lensherr" he said simply, you took note of their names "well i'm sure you know who I am" you hummed.

Charles nodded "well we heard you had a special ability." you seemingly tensed up, looking at them you glared "look whatever you heard is a lie." you stated sharply, Charles and Erik looked confused by your words.

"Don't worry-"

'We're like you as well'

A voice spoke inside of your head, you looked at Charles slowly shaking your head as you reached to grab your make up bag when your hand stopped the metal bracelet around your wrist moving towards Erik.

Slapping your hand over your bracelet. You shook your head "no, no you aren't like me. I-I'm not...." you gulped, Erik tilted his head "you don't have to hide who you are" he said.

"No, i'm not like you. I'm not a mutant." you spat seemingly growing nervous, "you don't need to be scared (Name)" Charles said, peeking into your mind.

'Should I trust them?....No they'll think i'm ugly, horrorfing even....how did they know i've never told anyone.'

Erik looked at you "you're scared...aren't you?" he spoke, you looked at him your stern and calm demeanor melted away into one fear "I...I've never told anyone...so how do you know?" you say standing up quickly now on edge.

"I'm a telepath, Erik and I are looking for Mutants we're forming a team." Charles explained, shaking your head 'no' you pointed towards the door "i'm not joining any team of any kind so get out. This conversation is over" you glared, Charles now also stood up "but-"

"I said no. Now get out both of you-" clutching at your chest a painful prick went through your body as you doubled over, Charles walked over "are you alright-" you swatted him away "get out!" you shouted.

Just as Erik was about to step in your door opened and a man with a suit came in "what the hell is going on?" Charles and Erik looked at the man knowing their chance for speaking was over.

Charles subtly placed a card with his number and address on it before they were both forced out of the room.

"Well that could have gone better." Erik remarked, Charles didn't say anything as he was seemingly upset to which Erik noticed "don't think too much about it she's probably had to hide her true self for so long she's forgotten who she really is. A mutant." 

-★-

A few days had passed and Charles was still thinking about you, wondering why you were so frightened usually any other mutant would jump at the prospect of other mutants showing themselves. But you. Your mind, you were so scared. 

And he wanted to know why?

But before he could think any further on it Raven had popped her head into his room "you will never guess who's outside right now!" Charles sat up "who?" he questioned "(Name)! I didn't know she knew you." getting up Charles went outside and saw you standing there looking more than upset.

"Lovely to see you again...Fully clothed this time" he joked seemingly trying to cheer you up. You ignored him though "I...I need to talk to you okay." you said.

He nodded walking back inside the building with you following close behind him. You looked around seemingly nervous, going into his office area you sat down a sad look in your eyes.

"Well would you like to tell me what's on your mind or do you want me to read it?" Charles asked, You shook your head "I...I'm a mutant." you stated, Charles nodded "yes I know." he said leaning back on his desk.

"But I...I hate my mutation."

"And who taught you to hate it?" Erik asked, walking into the room.

"My-my parents....they were the only people who knew about it." You muttered, Erik sat next to you "are they mutants?" he asked, you shook your head simply "they said it was ugly, no one would like me if they knew what I was. So they did everything they could to make sure I never showed it" you explained, "they tried to pretend I didn't have it." You added.

Erik cocked his head to the side "what is your mutation?" he asked, you sighed deeply, "I don't really know how to describe it...i'll just show you." you hummed taking off your coat you slid off your shirt turning so your back faced them.

A thin line appeared across your back before it started to separate sharp and crooked teeth lined the inside of the now gaping mouth, rows of sharp teeth moved ever so slightly Erik and Charles stared at your back in awe.

A giant mouth.

There was a giant mouth on your back, two smaller lines appeared appeared on your back as well opening two eyes looked back at them blinking in curiosity staring at the two men in front-well behind you.

Their silence made you self conscious as you attempted to pull you coat back on but you heard Erik mutter "magnificent."

"You don't find me-creepy?" you asked turning your head to face them, both Charles and Erik shook their heads "no." "never"

Erik reached to touch your back but you called out "I wouldn't-" but before you could blink a long thin tongue shot out from the center of the mouth wrapping around his arm yanking him towards the mouth.

"Oh no! stop that! I'm sorry I don't have very good control over this!" you closed up the mouth the tongue let go as the mouth closed up and the line disappearing as if there was nothing there.

Putting your shirt back on you turned around "I must say that is quite impressive." Charles said, you gulped "well I'm glad you two think it's great, but my husband didn't" you say sitting down.

Erik frowned "is that why you're here?" he asked, you looked away "after you two left I thought about it, I thought I could tell him, that he would accept it...but he just...." you quickly wiped away your tears.

Erik came closer to you "he's a human, it wouldn't matter what type of mutation you had." he sighed, "he still would think less of you. But you're with us now, there's no need to hide it anymore." he stated.

You waved him off "but if people find out about this, I-I could lose everything! Everything I worked so hard for" you say clenching your fist.

Erik and Charles understood your fear but Erik was annoyed by how much you worried about what other people thought. He leaned forward "if they really loved you, it wouldn't matter if you were a mutant" he stated.

"No I'm supposed to be a star, I have to be perfect. I mean people look up to me, but this?! They'll never like me, they'll think i'm a monster-" you hunched over again gripping at your chest teeth starting to poke out.

Charles put a hand on Erik's shoulder moving him back "alright, just calm down." you glanced at him "sorry it just flares up when I get overwhelmed or upset" you explained. Erik leaned back "so what exactly can you do?" he asked, changing the subject around.

You looked at them looking in curiosity "well the mouth thing kinda appears when I want it to, or in self defense but if I eat something it get's sent to a pocket dimensions and I can store things in it, but if I have too much I can throw it back up. throw something at me" you explain while lifting your shirt, Charles picked up a coffee mug and tossed it your way.

Your chest opened up the thin tongue shot out and wrapped around the coffee mug and pulled it back toward the mouth the teeth closing it in seemingly swallowing it.

Charles and Erik looked at each other then back at you "wow, so do you have a limit on what you can eat?" you shook your head "I can eat borderline anything." you said, Charles smiled "so how big of objects can you eat?" he asked.

You dragged your eyes away "well I ate a chair once so I think that speaks for itself" Erik lightly smirked "well that's interesting." he commented.

Reaching your hand into your chest mouth you seemingly felt around to find something pulling the coffee mug out you placed it on the desk.

Sitting back down you frowned "it isn't quite helpful" you shrug, Charles sighed at your pessimistic attitude "well we can help train you, but before we get you physically strong, you need to get mentally stronger." he said tapping your forehead.

"Well first, do you think....do you think I get something to eat?" you asked, Charles nodded "yes of course follow me"

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Charles stared at the pile of food in front of you, "didn't mean to take so much but, she can get pretty hungry" you said patting your stomach. Charles waved you off "please help yourself" he hummed, Charles half expected you to eat the food yourself but the mouth had opened up but it was much smaller, still as aggressive though.

Charles watched as you fed the mouth a few questions popping up in his mind "why feed it? is it sentient?" he asked, you tilted your head "well I don't really know...I mean she feels hunger but I've always fed her since I was younger, in secret though" you hummed, Charles subtly scooted closer to you "why's that?"

You looked away "…she ate a lamp…" you muttered in embarrassment, Charles eyes widened in shock "what?!" he chuckled, "it's not funny!" Charles tried to hold in his laughter but it was futile.

"Do you know how hard it is to cough up a lamp?" You asked taking a bite of your food, after his laughter died down he leaned his body back onto the table "your ability...it is much more special than you think" he stated, you glanced over "yeah right..." you mumbled, Charles walked up to you tilting your chin to look up at him from where you were seated "I mean it (name), your special" his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, you gulped.

Before you knew it your tongue wrapped around his throat "oh! sorry!" you shouted, trying to close your chest up Charles tapped into your mind to calm you down.

'Damn it girl! Really?! You almost got a kiss and you ruined it! Let go!'

"Be calm"

Your body relaxed and your mind calming back down and your chest closed back up, you stood up quickly "I'm gonna go now." you state hurrying out of the room Charles chuckling watching you go.

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Erik stood in front of you "again." using his powers he tossed a metal chunk at you, your tongue reached for it but Erik moved it out of your reach and again your tongue tried to grab at it.

You and Erik had been at this for a few hours now but you were getting nowhere, and you were hungry, like really hungry. Your control over your ability was starting to slip.

"Come on again, this time try." Erik stated, you glared at him "I am trying." you spat, Erik raised a brow "are you?" he questioned, his tone annoying you "yes I am" you grumble the teeth in your actual mouth sharpening which didn't go unnoticed by Erik.

"What was the point of coming here for help if you aren't going to take this serious?" he asked, you frowned "I am taking this serious, I've never had to use my powers before. So this'll be a little tough" you huffed, Erik only rolled his eyes at your statement.

"Alright, again." he used his powers to move the metal ball again but as your tongue shot out to grab it the tip expanded out like a net and wrapped around the ball and going back into your chest.

"Well that's new..." you muttered.

Erik smirked but was also intrigued by your new tongue, for reference your tongue looked like the underside of a vampire squid.

"I'm gonna go eat" You grumbled walking away Erik watching you go but to his surprise he felt the metal ball smack the back of his head turning around he saw it drop on the ground.

He looked back to you before following you "how'd you do that?" he asked, you looked confused "do what?" you asked, Erik used his ability to bring the metal ball over to you "I mean I spat it out, but I thought it would land behind me or something?" you say cocking your head to the side.

Erik thought for a moment "hm, maybe when you concentrate hard enough you can teleport whatever object out in a specific area. That'll be something to try later" he explained, you grinned "I get to potentially throw things back out at you? I might just take you up on that offer" you chuckled.

Erik looked seemingly unamused but under that scowl his heart softened, he knew you were slowly starting to get more comfortable in your own skin, and with your mutation.

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A/n: I might write more for this idk whatever, Sorry if readers mutation was kinda hard to follow, or if the descriptions were confusing. It's loosely based off of muzan's final form from demon slayer, but with my own little spin. I LOVE ERIK AND CHALESS AHHHHHHHHHHH anyway hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night.

[countrymusiclover]

20 - Simple Life Gone Wrong

Part 21

Battle of Mind and Heart

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It was a stormy and rainy morning and the kids were still asleep since I wasn't making them do homeschooling on the weekends. Lying asleep in the bed Erik was sound asleep like normal when I sharply woke up feeling the urge to empty my stomach. Tossing the covers off of me I crossed the wooden floor like it was on lava until I got myself bent over the toilet. “Addi?”

“Ugh…where are they? Ah yes.” I heard Erik’s voice from the bed but I just kept throwing up until I felt that I was better. Remaining on my knees I opened the cabinet rummaging around until I found one of the pregnancy tests that I had bought from the store.

Footsteps creaked against the floorboards till he finally could see my current state. “Addison, here. I…I am here now.” He moved around grabbing a hold of my hair gently right as I went to puke a second time.

“Ugh…so gross.” I wiped my mouth with one of the towels shifting my body around so I could sit on the floor holding the pregnancy test I just took in my hands.

Erik shifted to sit down across from me pulling his legs up to his chest so I could have more room for my legs. “So what does it say, Addison?”

“We're…We're gonna have another baby.” I began crying a little at the thought picturing the excitement on the twins faces when we got around to telling them the good news.

Erik paused like he had the first time I told him I was pregnant with the twins but this time his pause was much shorter. “I love you.” He whispered, connecting our lips in for a kiss and I smiled into it.

“I love you too.” I whispered laying my head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Erik just held me for a little while until he thought it had been long enough. “Let’s get you back to bed, Addi.” He lifted me up into his arms carrying me back to bed and he laid back down with me.

“So what do you want this time. Boy or girl?” I asked him looping my fingers with his while we were laying down and just staring at one another longingly. This wasn’t a rare thing for us to just lay in silence and watch the other too afraid they might disappear in an instant after the time we were forced to be separated by the Pentagon.

Erik kept his focus on my eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me. We already have one of each. So I'd say girl to make it even for both of us.”

“Oh are you and Ryder feeling like you need another woman in your lives?” I teased him imagining another baby girl hanging off his shoulders during piggyback, playing hide and seek during thunderstorms or him just listening to the random rambles from the child’s mouth.

Erik shakes his head leaning forward, capturing his lips with mine. “I just want you to be happy because for a long time I didn't think I could ever be, until I met you.”

“And nobody is going to tear us apart ever again.” I declared laying my head back down in the crook of his neck.

By the time I had ended my conscious conversation with Charles I entered our bedroom seeing my husband shoving different drawers and grabbing whatever he thought we would need. Which could only mean one thing, he was preparing to run again. Stepping into the room I touched his forearm the second he spun around facing me. “Erik, woah hang on. We don't have to run now.”

“Yes we do, Addi.” He attempted to move past me but I pushed a hand on his chest.

“Tell me what happened.” I urged him.

He moved his gaze down to mine showing my other hand was intertwined with his larger one. “If I'm exposed we're all exposed, Addison. I…part of a machine nearly killed a man today. But I stopped it. I heard some of the other workers talking and I know that can't mean good things. Most people already know my name on the news.”

“Hey, look at me. You did a good thing saving his life.” Moving my other hand off his chest and up to his face, he leans into my palm. “We don't have to run. We…this is our kids now, our future baby's home.”

Erik cradled my face in his hands. “We are their home. We will be this little ones home.” His gaze shifted down to my now somewhat visible stomach but we hadn't told the kids about it yet.

Leaning forward I kissed him quickly, wrapping my arms around his neck. He leans down into the kiss, moving one hand around my waist tugging me closer. “Where’s the kid” I asked him breaking the kiss with us both trying to catch our breaths.

“I told them to pack. They should be done by now though.” He answered my question with fear written over his face. We bolted up the stairs only to find their room empty with bags packed but neither twin was there.

Running to the backdoor the backyard was found to be the same. “They must be down by the creek. Astraea! Ryder!” I hollered and he did the same trucking through the thick forest of woods until we found a clearing and were met with a handful of policeman.

“Mommy, daddy. They won't let Ryder go.” Astraea came running forward out from behind one of the trees near us.

The words slipped my mouth when she locked her arms around the middle of my stomach in fear. “Are you alright?”

“She's fine as is your boy.” One of the officers said.

I snapped at the officer. “Then let him go!”

“We will. We just wanted to have a word.” The lead officer answered, still holding Ryder's shoulder firmly underneath his hand.

Erik tilted his head noticing something that I hadn't until he said the words. “You're not wearing your badges.”

“No metal. Some guys at the factory said they saw something today. Something that didn't add up.” Another policeman answered.

I begged the men in uniform. “Put your weapon away.”

“You've been a good citizen, Henryk...A good neighbor... a good worker. I want to believe that's who you are.” The lead officer focused his attention on my husband.

“It is.” I bared my teeth looking down at my daughter in my arms. Her fingers were gripping my hand while she now stood at my side, my other hand was resting on my stomach.

The fourth officer scoffed. “But nobody in this town really knows you.”

“Yes you do. I am Henryk Gurzsky. Jakob, I've had dinner in your home…” Erik attempted to remain calm seeing one of his workers who reported him in standing there too.

“And you were lying the whole time. I brought a killer into my house.” The man growled.

Ryder tried to move from the top policeman’s grasp when he drew out a printed picture of Erik the day he tried to kill the president until Raven stopped him. “Is this you? Are you the one they call Magneto?”

“Take me in. Please...Just let my son go.” Erik paused sparing me a glance silent as an apology. Ryder bolted forward when the officer let him run straight to his father where they embraced in a quick hug. “Go with your mother and sister.”

Walking forward I grasped my son's hand separating the two with two officers holding Erik causing our son to begin wining. “Please...Don't leave me. I'm not going to let them take you.”

“What's going on?” Lifting my head I felt the ground under my feet shaking and everything felt like it was beginning to slow down.

“She's one of them?” A policeman pointed his finger back at Astraea who had her hand raised forward causing some of the men to hold their heads in pain.

Ryder squeezed my hand and I saw his fingers glow before he shot a blast towards them and the other two ducked in fear. “Tell them to stop!”

“They can't control it! He's scared of you!” Erik responded with the last two still holding him in place.

“We're not going to let them take you!” The twins decided to meet up to stand right beside each other about to blast them a second time until I heard an officer draw an arrow and he accidentally fired it from his bow.

I bolted picking up my boots tackling the pair into the dirt. “Astraea! Ryder! - ah!” I screamed in pain feeling the arrow hit me in my lower stomach.

“Addison!” Erik cried out bolting in my direction with the other officers trying to run but they couldn't because our daughter was keeping them blocked in. He caught my body when I had yanked the arrow out where my legs collapsed to the harsh ground. “No…no please Addi.”

Gripping the fabric of his flannel jacket I gasped feeling some blood slowly coming from my stomach. “Erik…Kids.”

“Mommy.” Astraea hollered coming over to us.

Ryder pressed his hand on my stomach where I winced seeing some more blood coming out. “Ryder, what are you doing?” He sent me a simple smile before our eyes the wound on my belly disappeared and there was just a simple scar.

“He can heal.” Astraea gasped in shock.

Erik held me against his chest glancing between the three of us. “Kids, go back to the house and wait there until we get there. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” The twins answered before running off together in the direction of the house.

Peaking over my husband’s shoulder I winced trying to get to my feet until I felt something falling between my legs. Looking down I gasped seeing blood even though the wound was healed. “Erik…the baby.”

“Addi…but he healed you.” Erik placed a hand on my forearm seeing the tears forming in my eyes.

The head officer takes a step forward to apologize. “Mrs. Gurzsky, I'm sorry.”

“Erik, I….do it. Do it!” I started crying, more tears reaching inside my shirt. Drawing the metal coin necklace that I wore shoving it down into his open palm. “Make them pay.”

He didn't need to be told anything more. He closed his eyes, opening the palm launching the coin slicing the necks of the throats of the policemans with their bodies dropping. “There's one more thing we need to do before we get out of here. Let's get you better first.” He scooped me up in his arms making our way back to the house.

“Mommy, Daddy, There something I need to tell you.” Ryder came running around the corner when we had made our way back into the small cabin.

Erik sat me down on my feet so I could lower myself to be his level I asked concerned. “What is it you need to tell us, Ryder?”

“The baby…they would have been a mutant like me and sissy.” The young Lehnsherr boy reply.

Glancing over to his father Erik’s features switched over to a much darker look. He helped me to my feet pulling me closer when he whispered under his breath. “Let’s go make those men at the factory pay too. Then we will take the kids to Charles place.” I nodded in agreement grasping his hands in mine. Knowing we deserved revenge.

[lastchancestardomm]

To All of You, I Say

Word Count - N/A

Warnings: Extremely Fucked-Up Shit. Child Abuse. Child Neglect. Rape/Non-Con. Abandonment. Heed the Warnings.

Status - Not Beta Read

A/N: I had to get her backstory out somehow. This has been privated for the last like two months, and I am very insecure and genuinely afraid of this, but I had to write out Ana's backstory somehow. I tried putting content labels on it, but it hid this post to the majority of my followers, so I'm just fucking giving up. I based this on, and recommend listening along to, the song KILLED BY ANGEL by Alice Schach and the Magic Orchestra. As I said, read the warnings and take them seriously. This is fucked up.

June ██ , 1941

Joseph stared at his precious baby boy, held tenderly by his dear wife, Aino, with stars in his eyes. Despite a thin layer of blood and his wife's fluids coating his features, the infant seemed to glow, dazzle even.

The little one will be christened with the name Aleksander-Erik. But he has always been known as Alex by those who regarded him dearly.

Aleksander-Erik Ivanova, the name rolled off Joseph's tongue like a holy prayer. It was a strong name, a name the boy would need if he were to take over his father's winery. Aino, on the other hand, thought the name was a mouthful.

The small baby reached out to his father, chubby hands grabbing his scruffy beard. He gave a soft tug, and a darling giggle at his papa's small grunt.

He is beloved.

August ██ , 1947

Aleksander is six years old. He sits in an uncomfy chair just outside the delivery room, and can hardly hear his dear mama's exclamations over his own sobbing. The bright lights and white walls overwhelm him, and he cries louder. The nurse next to him squeezes his hand in comfort.

He hiccups between tears if his mother will be okay. The nurse squeezes his hand again.

"She will be okay, Aleksanki, she's giving birth to your little sister,"

He's going to be a big brother. Other boys at his daycare talk about their baby siblings, and call them annoying and loud. They say they want their baby siblings to go away.

He hopes that she's not annoying and loud. He hopes his little sister will be great. But he's scared.

September ██ , 1947

She was named Maria. She was named after the Holy Mary, but also because her name means "star" and such. Aino chuckled tiredly as she watched her husband gush over his baby daughter. She leaned over to her son and jokingly mumbled to him that Maria can also mean "bitterness".

Joseph's pride and joy is his daughter, he'd give everything to see her blossom into a successful flower of pure beauty. She's still very little, and can't even roll onto her tummy, but he will praise the baby girl any chance he can get.

Although, he's often at his winery, individually quality-checking each bottle. The best of the batch were carried home by him to indulge in and share with his wife.

June ██ , 1949

Aleksander is eight years old. Maria is a rather stoic one-year-old. It was his birthday some days ago, and ever since, his father has put him to work.

He has gone out net-fishing with Aino, and to the town square to sell the fruits (well, fish) of their labor. He's been with his father to the winery, helping pull wagons of the finest and highest quality of the batch back home.

His father has signed him onto the school running team, soccer team, and hockey team. Aleksander doesn't enjoy all these activities, perhaps he would if it was one or the other, but all three at once is overwhelming. But he's too people-pleasing to tell his prideful father off.

Maria is a strange baby. She doesn't cry, rather, she gnaws on her chubby hands until someone takes notice. Aleksander frets constantly over his little sister, and comes with tear-filled eyes to his mother saying Maria is sick each time she goes a-gnawin'.

Aino worries for her daughter's sake, but Joseph only berates her for believing her son's concern over nothing. He thinks his daughter is perfect just the way she is.

January ██ , 1952

Aleksander is ten years old. Maria is four years old. The little girl has a whole bedroom to herself now, walls decorated with stickers and her pockets always stuffed with candies.

She has a big loft bed adorned with shiny jewelry she'll never wear, causing it to resemble a castle somewhat. Which is fitting, as the small girl is spoiled like a princess, well, at least by her father.

Aleksander can chop wood now. His father aided him in his first week with the labor, and then left him to it. His mother remarks he's much better than his father at the job, and quicker too, which drives him to continue no matter how much his hands hurt and bleed.

But he has to be honest with himself, if it weren't for his mother, he would've quit all the chores a long time ago.

January ██ , 1954

Aleksander is twelve years old. Maria is six years old. The night sky glimmered indifferently.

The delivery room is in hysterics. The doctors yell out to the nurses "Breech!", as they hurry about to begin a C-section. Controlled chaos or orderly madness could be a descriptor.

He can't help it, he feels like a little kid, but he's sent to tears once again. Aleksander is crying, sniffling loudly as a nurse tries to hush him. The screams of his mother pierce his ears and drives him to sob. His younger sister, Maria, snoozes peacefully in the crook of his neck.

Joseph is escorted by two nurses into the lobby, as he curses indecipherable chains of swears. Even he doesn't truly know what he's angry about.

Now it's a gamble, a game of chance, and a race against time.

January ██ , 1954 Hours Later

The doctor comes into the lobby solemnly. Joseph cradles his two children against his body as they sleep, when he's approached by the downtrodden doctor.

He says Aino is dead, declaring it so with a roundabout explanation.

At the cost of its mother's life, the baby emerged healthy, and with a victorious, hair-splitting wail of life. It was quite loud, and some nurses remark their ears ringing.

Joseph's leg stops bouncing. His highschool sweetheart, apple of his eye, his wife whom he moved halfway across Europe to marry, dead? He silently cherished that woman.

He stares down the doctor, eyes ablaze with anger and grief. It's quite ominous. Instead of a shouting match breaking out, Joseph just hunches over to cry silently.

████ ██ , 1959

Aleksander is sixteen years old. Maria is eleven years old. Their little sister is five years old.

His new little sister was named Ana. No frills or bells or whistles to the name, just simple and quaint. Which Aleksander adored.

Maria didn't share the sentiment. Her brother's undivided attention was now split up, and her dear old dad slowly is consumed by depression. This is all Ana's fault. She will suffer for something she cannot control.

Joseph has dropped the care of his youngest into the laps of his olders. One bottle of fine wine at a time, he'll drink himself to death.

Aleksander is trying to keep the family together. He doesn't know how, but through his kindness and caring nature, he can try to stitch the crooked quilt of his family back together.

June ██ , 1960

Aleksander is seventeen years old. Maria is twelve years old. Ana is six years old.

Nobody celebrated his birthday this year. No cake, no decor, it was as if he were never born at all. His little sister got the same treatment, but Aleksander gifted her his old baby blanket, hand-knitted by their mother.

Her smile stretched so wide it came off her face, eyes sparkling, "Tänan, Alex!"

He would kill to see her that happy every day.

Joseph has been lashing out. Aleksander takes the beatings for his siblings, even if it hurts, even if it takes some derring-do.

May ██ , 1965

Aleksander is twenty-one years old. Maria is seventeen years old. Ana is eleven years old.

Joseph can't stand to look at Ana. He wants to knock the teeth out of her mouth. She peeves him to no end. Her bravado does remind him of Aino, though. He hates her.

Aleksander refuses to leave the house now, for his siblings' safety, and Maria now does the grocery trips. His little sister frantically insists that Maria shouldn't be trusted with that duty.

Joseph stares at Ana.

June ██ , 1965

She wakes up. She feels bare, rather chilly. A heavy weight straddles her torso, with a bucking sensation lurching her smaller body.

Blood. Her own blood soaks her bedsheets. She can't even scream. It's as if she were paralyzed. Her vision goes spotty. Blood. Blood seeps out as a warm feeling fills her up. She fazes out of consciousness once again.

She wakes up, later. Her sheets are tough with dried blood. She's scared. She doesn't know what happened. She's scared. Terrified.

"Alex, why does my tummy hurt so much?"

December ██ , 1965

On her mother and father's bed, she births a very small infant, lacking any of his right arm below the elbow, huffing and puffing trying to get air into his malformed lungs.

Aleksander helped her birth the little one, as Maria watched from a distance, looming in the doorframe like an omen of death.

She was feeling ill for the past few months, and her tummy grew, but Joseph did nothing but make remarks about how fat she was getting.

The jeers and hormones were getting to her. It was like they crawled under her skin and rotted her from the inside out. She wants to get them out. She cuts and cuts and still they won't come out of her skin.

The little one managed to live. He was Ana's son. But it always felt better if he was called their baby brother.

February ██ , 1966

Aleksander is twenty-two years old. Maria is seventeen years old. Ana is twelve years old.

They named their new little brother Olev. He's bratty in a petty way only a baby can muster, but he often gets side-stepped in the day-to-day.

Maria doesn't lurk around as often anymore. She's often out and about on grocery runs or walks. Although, friendly neighborhood cats aren't showing up to doorsteps anymore. It seems the breadth of the stress is affecting her.

Aleksander knows exactly why Olev was born. He saw the blood in Ana's sheets. He heard her morning bouts of vomit. He's supposed to be her big brother. He's going to protect her.

March ██ , 1967

Aleksander is twenty-three years old. Maria is eighteen years old. Ana is thirteen years old. Olev is a year old.

Aleksander became a man today.

He took the axe, the axe he had been using for nearly the past decade to chop wood, to sever Joseph's head from his body.

The gore was ghastly and unsightly, but somehow so cathartic. He had to hide the body, and clean up the blood, so his siblings wouldn't be exposed to something so shocking.

Aleksander regrets not doing that sooner.

Maria threw a tantrum when Joseph didn't return. She trashed the house, overturning chairs and putting holes into the walls. She brutalized Ana, making the girl a bloodied mess. She frightened Aleksander.

What has he done?

November ██ , 1970

Aleksander is twenty-six years old. Maria is twenty-one years old. Ana is sixteen years old. Olev is four years old.

Maria has been raining true torment unto her family as of late. Probably due to the death of their father.

Aleksander has become more timid, and easier to make flinch. Ana has to step up and be the adult, because the troubled mind of her brother slips him in and out of a regressed state. Olev has grown up in the mayhem, so he's used to it, but he continues to cry when Maria and Ana fall into a yelling match.

In her scarce free time, Ana has been occupying herself with the televized footage of "The Gravel War". It's a rather useless battle over gravel, but the footage kindles the small, nearly-out flame of childishness in her.

Her gracious sister, Maria, embezzles their dead father's company to buy three connecting flights and a helicopter ride to get to Teufort, New Mexico; the site of The Gravel Wars.

Once they were hovering over the battle, Ana noticed the ground was approaching faster and faster. Until it went black with a cold splash.

November ██ , 1970 Hours Later

The sun descends behind the horizon. Her head throbs with pain. There's water that laps at her body. The scent of gunpowder and smoke occasionally brushes past her nose.

Where is she?

She thinks she knows why she's here. But she doesn't know where here is.

She's scared. She sobs.

The sun descends further down the horizon by the time she stops crying. The yellow splintering light has now faded into oranges and purples, and stars start to speckle the sky.

She realizes she's on the battlefield. The Gravel Wars battlefield. She doesn't know why, but she starts crawling. She starts crawling for anything. For a person, for death, for her own comfort, for a reason only god knows.

....to be continued in the 100-Follower special, "New Life. New You."

[magicalgirlagency]

Don't you think you're being extremely prejudiced in calling Wanda a nazi? Wasn't she experimented by HYDRA against her will?

In the comic books, yes. In the MCU, no.

Here's actual dialogue from the eighth episode of WandaVision:

[AGATHA]: Quick question... your reaction to the bombing of your civilian apartment building and the murder of your parents was to join an anti-freedom terrorist organization...?

[WANDA]: We wanted to change the world.

And before anyone tries to defend Wanda and say that she didn't knew what she was doing with the Hex, no, she DID knew what she was doing; so much so, that she kicked Monica Rambeau (as "Geraldine") out of Westview after she mentioned Pietro:

[WANDA, TO "GERALDINE"]: You are a stranger, an outsider... and right now you are trespassing.

As well as confronting a group of SWORD Agents:

[WANDA]: This will be your only warning. Stay out of my home. You don't bother me. I won't bother you.

And even including her husband Vision, when he realized that something, everything was wrong:

[WANDA]: Vision... listen, can we just...

[VISION]: What? Watch TV? Turn in for the night so that you can change everything over again? No, Wanda. You can't control me the way you do them.

[WANDA]: Can't I?

I dunno here, folks; looks like she ACTUALLY knew what she was doing.

For more information as to why WandaVision was a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Show, here's a video by YouTuber erik ojo, detailing about its shameless whitewashing (this video also explains how Monica was done dirty by the show):

Also, here's another WandaVision video where YouTuber The Movie Cynic calls Wanda out on her selfish and destructive behavior (and I apologize in advance for the misuse of the word "psycho" in this video; but PLEASE, if you hate MCU!Wanda, you won't be sorry if watch it in full):

Grief and trauma aren't excuses to hurt others, and girlbossery is a toxic garbage that infects Hollywood at large. Have a nice day, Anonymous.

[milady-pink]

Waitress AU

Warnings: Food/baking, domestic abuse, unplanned pregnancy, cheating

Summary: Working at a dead end job, waitress Christine soon finds herself with a new problem: an unplanned pregnancy. Life is all about trying to find the sweet spots and luckily this pie genius has a new (and pretty adorkably sexy) OBGYN, who isn’t too happy at home either.

TL;DR Quirky cute and sexy Erik as a doctor, lab coat and all.

Word Count: 1993 || Graphics: @firefly-graphics

"Everything Changes "

Recipe Book

AO3

Pain.

Unimaginable pain, something she has never experienced before, shooting through her lower back. It almost felt like period cramps only set to level ten, except…

Christine hasn’t had a period in months.

Could this be a—

“Ahh!” Another surge shot through her, this time around her stomach. It felt almost like a tight squeeze.

Contraction

Wracking through her brain Christine tried to remember what she had read about this crucial moment. ‘Have the spouse or a loved one comfort the mother’. Yeah, that’s not happening. ‘Breathe through the pain’.

So that’s what she did; breathing in through her nose, out through her mouth. Hopefully she can manage the pain until Raoul goes to bed, then she can take the car and—

A warm, fluid sensation is felt going down her leg. With great trepidation, Christine looks down and sees a small pool of clear liquid.

“Shit”, she breathed. There was no time to wait, this baby was coming whether she was ready or not. And judging by the fact that her husband was counting all the money she saved up to get away from him, Christine was most definitely not ready.

With what little time she had before another contraction came on, Christine painfully waddled over to the home phone and called 911 for an ambulance.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I’m nine months pregnant and having cotract—Aahh!!”

She doesn’t remember much about the ride to the hospital, only that Raoul wouldn’t shut up the entire time about god-knows-what. So instead of listening to him whine, Christine closed her eyes and focused all of her expending energy on her breathing.

In

Out,

In

Out…

After a while it almost felt soothing, like her breathing and steady heartbeat was the only thing that existed in an empty void. Before she knew it they arrived at the hospital and was being rushed to the maternity ward, leaving an upset Raoul batching in the background.

The pain got worse.

So much worse.

Thankfully the hospital bed had seen many mothers-to-be in pain, and Christine was about to be just another one. Although the pain had gotten worse, she wasn’t fully displayed yet so there wasn’t much to do yet but wait for the baby to make anapperence.

“Everything is going to be okay Christine,” came the velvety voice of her doctor.

“Make it all go away, please” she begged through gritted teeth, tears were starting to prick her eyes from the hurt.

His sympathetic look only hurt her more. “I know, try to focus on your breathing. I’ll be right here,” he promised as he patted her forehead with a cool towel from the perspiration.

“Wheel me in.” A gravelly voice could be heard from outside Christine’s room. She couldn’t really make out who the voice belonged to, the contractions causing her to squeeze her eyes shut.

Turning his attention away from his patient to the unexpected visitor, Dr. Destler questions him, asking, “Excuse me but do you belong in here?”

“Yes, I’m her kin.” The voice answered.

As the pain in her stomach subsided Christine mustered up enough energy to open her eyes and saw one of the last people she thought would be in the delivery room with her.

“He sure is! Joe, what are you doin’ here?” She spoke before remembering what he had told her not a day earlier. “Is your surgery today?”

“Later this afternoon, Carlotta told me you were in here,” he replied as he wheeled over to her bedside. “I bought ya a card from the gift shop downstairs. Almost got diabetes from the flowers and sweetness.” He said with a scowl which only made Christine smile wider.

“Thank you, Joe. You’re always there,whether I want you or not.” She told him, accepting the card from his outstretched hand. But before she could open it she was interrupted by her favorite patron.

“Don’t look at it right now; wait till later when all of the fuss is over with.” He was talking about the baby but Christine had a feeling he meant something else. Regardless, she smiled lovingly at the old man and placed the card onto the bedside table for later.

Unfortunately the room was disrupted from the sentimental moment the second Raoul walked into the room finishing off a bag of potato chips, declaring, “It’s halftime in the lounge, Colts are up 10. So, what’s the ETA in here, huh?” Then, noticing Joe’s presence, introduces himself, “Raoul - father to be”, with a stupidly smug smile.

Staring at the rugged idiot before him, Joe gave him a once over with disgust before giving him a piece of his mind. “How could I ever forget you? Don’t say nothin’ smart, you dumb ass.” Then, speaking to his nurse, “Wheel me out.”

As the old man left the room for surgery prep, the room was dead silent after his parting words. The silence doesn’t last long however, as Christine uses the chance to introduce her Doctor to her husband; all the while pretending they haven’t been having very frequent ‘physicals’.

“Uh…Doctor Destler, this is my husband, Raoul.”

Despite her unease of the meeting, Raoul didn’t catch a whiff of it, choosing to instead pull out the camcorder from the bag he reluctantly packed a few weeks ago when Christine told him the due date was approaching. The old thing somehow managed to record, so Raoul took up the position of director for the upcoming film, ‘My Wife Pushes My Kid Out Of Her Cooter’.

Trying to fit both himself and his contracting wife in the frame, he calls out, “Hey Doc, ya mind gettin’ outta the way so I can get a shot of me and the wife on the big day.” Doing so, even though Erik was checking on her vitals to make sure Christine was doing okay, Raoul swooped in to her side and shoved the camera in her face. “C’mon give me a kiss baby.”

Instead, Christine wails from pain as another torturous contraction rips through her body. “Whoa…a little dramatic there, Chrissy…..Careful! You’re spittin’ on the lens,” Raoul continued, trying to film this supposed ‘magical moment’ walked to the other side of the room to wipe it off.

Back at her side to check on heartbeat and blood oxygen levels, Doctor Destler is in the middle of writing down the numbers when Christine pulls him by the lapels. “Doctor Destler?”

“Yes, Christine?” A bit of lust in his eyes due to their closeness, forgetting that her husband was feet away.

“I just want to make sure we agree on one thing.”

Licking his lips while looking at her own with hooded eyes he questions, “What’s that Christine?”

Taking a stuttering breath, she answers him. “Drugs. I want a massive amount of drugs. In fact, I want the maximum legal limit of drugs.”

Understanding that the woman before him was, in fact, about to give birth to another human being, any and all sexual tension that he thought existed evaporated. “Noted, one hundred percent noted,” he said while frantically nodding his head and walking away to write down her wishes.

As if things couldn’t get worse a group of hospital residents had walked into the room, one of them even coming beside Christine to hold her hand during such a physically difficult time. “Try and steady your breathing hon, there you go, you’re doing great.” Her soothing voice and gestures were making this an almost calming experience for Christine. “Hi, I’m Sorelli Destler, Erik has told me so much about you!”

Oh.

Great…

“Uh, did I tell you my wife was a resident here?” Questioned the very doctor who was being talked about, equally as uncomfortable as Christine was; minus the contractions.

“I think you mighta mentioned that, rings a bell.” Christine squeezed out through another wave of pain.

“Don’t worry you are in great hands with my husband, he’s one of the best aro—“

“Is she gonna be here the whole time? I mean, are all the residents gonna be here the whole time?” Christine asked, trying her darndest to not sound as pissed as she was feeling.

“No, they were just here to observe the first stage of labor. Everyone out please!” He said, taking charge and directing the group out of the room, besides for the two waitresses who barged their way in.

“Christine, we're here! Everything is gonna be okay!” Reassured Meg.

“Oh my lord— the pie’s comin’ out of the oven!”

Through all of the pain and aching, Christine tried to focus on anything but the pain and how much it was tearing her apart. Squeezing her eyes shut tight and gripping the bed’s metal frames for dear life, she feels herself yelling out into the black void as she succumbs to the drug induced fog.

“I don’t want no baby Raoul!” Rings out into the hospital room, before a moment of stunned silence.

And then… the soft cries of a new voice.

Darkness still encompassed her, but Christine could make out some voices as she started to come out of it.

“It’s a boy!”

“A boy?”

“Would you like to hold your baby, Mrs. DeChagny? Mrs. DeChagny? Are you alright? Mrs. DeChagny?”

The blinding hospital light made it too harsh to see but once Christine’s vision cleared up the first thing she saw was a small head of brown hair peeking out from a swaddle of a light blue blanket.

“Give him to me,” she told the nurse without taking her eyes off of her son.

Here, with him in her arms after months, it finally felt real. Even if he was growing inside of her all those months,it felt like they were just meeting for the first time. Everything, every morning of being sick, every time she had to run to the bathroom to pee, every time her back ached so badly she thought it was gonna break in half,was worth it.

Everything had changed for Christine, in an instance.

“Now remember what I said — you can’t go lovin’ that baby more than me.” Came Raoul’s voice, perched at the end of her hospital bed.

“I don’t love you anymore Raoul, I haven’t for a very long time. I want a divorce.” The words came out of her so easily it made Christine wonder if it was the baby or the epidural that finally gave her the courage.

“Now, that’s not funny, Christine.”

“No one’s laughin’, Raoul. I want you to get the hell outta my life.”

“You serious?!” As his voice started to rise, the hospital security caught wind of the man who was currently yelling at the woman who just gave birth to his child, and had to forcefully drag him away. He continued to yell at her about what a big mistake it was, how she was never gonna leave him, and how much she was gonna pay when she got home.

Christine had no worries whatsoever, knowing she had enough people on her side that a restraining order would fall into her ex-husband’s lap swiftly. She also knew those same people will be more than willing to give her a place to crash for a while, until she got back onto her feet again. But regardless, everything was different now.

Christine was a new woman, free from any and all restraints that existed in her previous life, happy to take on the new role of being a single mother.

Thinking back, she realizes that she still misses the girl she was; in the same way things change for the worse, some things change for the better. That girl is gone, but she was replaced with a woman who can handle a new life and new challenges. She won’t remain the woman she is now, but she will learn new lessons in preparation for the woman she will become next.

The fire inside of her has reignited, and it burns brighter than before.

[starchaserbaby]

Erik, my man, please

Charles Xavier: Erik, you said yourself we're the better men. This is the time to prove it. There are thousands of men on those ships. Good, honest, innocent men! They're just following orders.

Erik Lensherr: I've been at the mercy of men just following orders. Never again.

[tchallasbabymama]

Don't Forget About Us

Hello, my lovelies. Here’s my contribution to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes smut challenge (the prompt is in bold!) Let’s see what Erik’s up to now, shall we?

Don’t forget to check out my masterlist to read my other stories and oneshots. Your comments and reblogs mean the world to me, so make sure to let me know what you think! And let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my writing. Enjoy😘

Word count: 5,595

CW: smut...duh.

“So, what do you do for a living?”

Kayla sighed internally at the question and took a sip of her Pinot Grigio. She hated first dates with a burning passion, but unfortunately, that was the only way to find a man around here. She went through the motions of politely answering his questions, barely asking any of her own. She didn’t care. Even just fifteen minutes in, Kayla could tell he didn’t excite her, and she lamented the waste of a good outfit as she listened to him drone on about his life. Every now and then, he’d stop and ask a question about her, but she could tell he was only asking so he could talk more about himself.

How many siblings do you have?

What’s your sign?

Why did your last relationship end?

Her mind traveled to her ex-boyfriend, Erik Stevens. They had spent six blissful years together, and Kayla thought he was the one. She wanted them to get married and start a family, and she thought he did, too, but every time she brought it up, he’d find some excuse to change the subject. At thirty years old, Kayla wasn’t getting any younger, so she grew tired of his avoidance and eventually cut him loose. She needed more out of life, but the guy currently sitting across from her certainly wasn’t it.

“We wanted different things,” she answered vaguely and took another sip. It would be a long night with what’s-his-name. David? Devon? Whatever. At least he had money and took her to a nice restaurant.

Darryl took the opportunity to bore her with the details of his job, which Kayla already knew. He was a colleague of her best friend, Carina’s husband. They worked at the same law firm, and Carina decided to hook them up after tiring of hearing Kayla complain about dating apps. As much as Kayla hated Tinder, she would’ve much rather been at home on her couch swiping left on the cesspool of single men Oakland had to offer. Every few dozen swipes or so, she’d find a cutie, but his bio would be abysmal, or his conversation skills would fall flat.

Despite the fact that their relationship just couldn’t make it, Kayla still thought of Erik as the gold standard. Just thinking about his dimples and his struggle beard made her smile dreamily. His big, strong arms would wrap around her and hold her tight at night, and she’d trace her fingers over the intentionally placed keloid scars that held his darkest secrets. She missed retwisting his locs and the way he always smelled like sandalwood and warm vanilla. Kayla didn’t want to admit it, but she still loved him. No man could compare to her Erik.

“Hello? Kayla?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Can you repeat that last part?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. What’s got you so distracted, babygirl?”

Kayla fought the bile rising in her throat. She wasn’t his babygirl. It didn’t even sound right coming from his mouth. Maybe it was the thinness of his lips. They weren’t “white man” thin, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the juicy pussy pleasers she had grown accustomed to.

“Nothing, just thought I saw somebody I know. You were saying?”

“Just that you look beautiful tonight,” Damon attempted to flirt with her.

Kayla wanted to roll her eyes but thanked him instead and smiled politely again. Of course she looked beautiful; she had pulled out all the stops for what she had hoped would be a good night out. Kayla had squeezed her thickness into a lavender satin dress. The way the dress’s skirt cinched on the side kept it snug around her plush waist, but the high slit that traveled up her thigh was the main attraction. The strappy silver heels on her feet showed off her matching pedicure that contrasted beautifully with her glistening brown skin, and her makeup was flawless. Her outerwear for the night, a cropped fur jacket that had found its way to the coat check when they arrived, was the icing on the cake. Her outfit deserved the appreciation, just not from Deshawn.

The waiter saved her from having to focus on her date when she brought out the food they had ordered. Since Kayla knew Derek had money, she had ordered the whole lobster, and she fought her mouth from drooling too much as the waiter set it down in front of her. It laid on a bed of forbidden rice, and the side of roasted brussels sprouts and cremini mushrooms looked heavenly. The ramekin of drawn butter off to the side tempted her as it sat next to the minuscule seafood fork. She may not enjoy her company for the evening, but Kayla damn sure was going to enjoy her meal.

“Looks good,” Dominic called from the other side of the table, breaking Kayla from her trance as he cut into his wagyu beef.

“Sure does.” Kayla wasted no time before digging into her meal. Not only was it the perfect excuse to avoid conversation, but it was perfect, period.

A slight chill permeated the air as the door swung open and the crisp January air entered the small restaurant. Kayla shivered as she complained internally about being forced to sit near the door, but that shiver intensified as she heard a voice. His voice.

“Reservation for Stevens, please.”

Kayla stilled.

“Of course. Right this way, sir,” the maitre d’ responded, and Kayla heard three sets of footsteps coming her way.

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“Babe, let’s go!”

“Yell at me one more time, woman,” Erik warned as he came around the corner into the living room, fastening his watch.

“I swear, you take more time getting ready than I do.”

“Whatever, Mo. You ready?”

“Nigga, I been ready!”

Erik rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys. It would be a rough night, and things were already starting off on a bad foot. He and Monique had been seeing each other for the better part of a year, and he’d finally reached his limit. She was overbearing, rude, and just after him for his money, but he hated being alone, so he put up with her bullshit. His cousin, T’Challa, had tried to hook him up with a few ladies back in Wakanda when he went to visit after his breakup, but nothing stuck. Almost immediately after coming back to the states, Erik met Monique at a charity event for the Outreach Center. She had the singing voice of an angel and had been booked as the entertainment for the evening. Erik was drawn to her like a sailor to a siren, and she immediately sank her teeth into him. Past her vocal talents, Monique wasn’t really anything special. Her personality left a lot to be desired, she wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, and she just wasn’t her.

The moment Kayla ended their relationship a year ago, Erik’s whole world shattered. He had lived a life full of pain and loss, but Kayla had been his lifeline. She pulled him out of the dark and made him revel in the sunshine. Hell, she was the sunshine, but now he had settled for a UV lamp at best. Kayla had wanted a life that Erik was too scared to give her, but that fear became his downfall. He still missed her most nights. He was lonely, and Monique was there to keep him company, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore. Erik craved a connection that Monique just couldn’t provide. So he decided he had to break it off and figured that doing so in a public place would probably be best. She had a tendency to throw things when she got angry.

The car ride to Chez Martine was tense. Monique had been angry all day because Erik had taken back his credit card even though she wanted to buy a new dress for their date. Her lousy mood almost made him dump her back at his condo, but Erik kept a cool head and stayed focused on the plan. He ignored the way Monique complained the entire time she got ready, reluctantly putting on a dress he had seen her wear before. It didn’t matter to him; he knew what the night held.

When they walked into the restaurant, Erik’s heart dropped into his stomach. He’d recognize that shoulder blade tattoo anywhere. She had cut off all her hair and lost a few pounds, but he knew for sure that he was looking at Kayla. His Kayla. He forced himself to look straight ahead as they passed her table and prayed that the maitre d’ didn’t sit them where she could see him. Unfortunately, he had no such luck because the only open table for two was directly within her line of sight. He prayed again that Monique would sit on the far side of the table, but Bast ignored his pleas once more. He had to sit facing her, and as soon as he got comfortable in his chair, her gaze slyly trailed over to him. They locked eyes across the room, and Erik’s heart stopped. She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her all those months ago, but who the fuck was that sitting across from her?

“What are you looking at?” Monique’s abrasive voice cut through his eardrums.

“Nothing. Just thought I saw someone I know, that’s all.”

She cut her eyes at him and turned around to look as he buried his face in the menu.

“Quit being nosy,” he complained.

“I just wanna see who’s got your attention, that’s all.” Monique turned back around with a sour look on her face. “It’s probably that fat girl with her cleavage all out.”

“Mo, just look at the fucking menu and act like you got some sense.”

“Fine.”

Monique pouted until the waiter showed up, but she plastered a fake smile on her face as he took their order. As usual, she ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, and it bothered him to no end that she was hellbent on spending all of his money. Of course, he had plenty, but she felt entitled to it. Kayla never cared about him being rich. Hell, when they got together, she didn’t even know he was a prince, but he loved to spoil her nonetheless. He loved the look on her face when he’d buy her things or take her on the expensive trips that she more than deserved. Kayla appreciated everything he did for her with all her heart, but she’d say the same thing every time.

“Thank you, baby, but you’re all I need.”

Erik smiled fondly at the memory of when he bought her a diamond tennis bracelet from Wakanda for their second anniversary. She was so excited to have diamonds that weren’t marred by exploited labor that she damn near dropped the box when she saw what was inside. It had been a rough year for them, what with him disappearing for a couple of months to seize the Wakandan throne and all. She certainly had plenty of colorful words for him when he came back. He’ll never forget the look on her face when he showed up at her door. He had brought T’Challa for backup just in case, but she looked right past the king as tears welled up in her eyes at seeing her Erik, alive and well.

Erik’s eyes started to get misty as he thought about the way she kissed him with so much emotion...then slapped him across the face for leaving. His gaze wandered back over to Kayla and he noticed the light bounce off of something on her arm. She was wearing the bracelet.

As if she felt his glare, Kayla shifted uncomfortably in her seat, so he averted his eyes back to Monique, who had caught him staring again.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” she asked sarcastically, making him roll his eyes so hard they almost got stuck.

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Erik Stevens. Here, of all places. He just had to be here.

Kayla noticed that he didn’t seem to be enjoying his modelesque date’s company any more than she was enjoying Darwin’s, and the pang of jealousy she felt at seeing him with another woman went away. She knew she had no right to feel any kind of way about it, especially since she was the one that broke things off. That didn’t make it any easier, though.

Dylan was too wrapped up in his steak to notice her wandering eye, but it seemed that Erik’s food was as uninteresting as the woman across from him. Kayla watched as he half-heartedly pushed it around his plate, but he certainly kept his favorite whiskey coming. She wanted to chuckle but didn’t want Daniel to think he had anything to do with her levity. They were both drowning their dissatisfactions in their alcohols of choice, and Kayla got a phantom taste of Uncle Nearest 1856 on her lips as she watched him take a sip. When he set the glass down and licked his lips, Kayla felt flush. She missed those lips…

“So, how about dessert?” Damien asked as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach. “I hear their creme brulee is amazing.”

“Uh, sure, why not?”

“You know,” he began as he leaned in and reached for her hands. She allowed him to take them, but the softness of his hands disgusted her. No callouses, no roughness, not even a firm grip. “I’ve had a great night. I’d love to see you again.”

Kayla chuckled nervously, unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you doing next-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

A shrill voice pierced the air as Erik’s date bolted up from her seat. Desmond, and the whole restaurant, turned around to see what was going on, and Kayla took the opportunity to remove her hands from his.

“Keep your voice down,” Erik sneered through his teeth. “We’re in public.”

“So?! You bring me out here just to dump me? To dump this?!” she gestured at her slim figure, and he rolled his eyes.

“You ain’t even all that,” he waved her off. He was tired of playing nice, and Kayla could see the exasperation written all over his face.

“Excuse me, miss-” the waiter attempted to calm her down, but the crazed woman cut him off.

“Stay out of this!”

“I’m so sorry,” Erik mouthed to the poor man who would absolutely be getting a monstrous tip later.

“Oh, you’re sorry for him, but not for me?”

“Mo, just sit down. We can finish our meal like adults-”

“Fuck you, Erik.” She threw her dirty martini at him, soaking the front of his all-black ensemble.

Kayla could damn near see the steam coming out of his ears as his apparent ex stormed out of the restaurant. Erik locked eyes with her across the room, and when he saw the concern written all over her face, his softened.

“Whew, poor fella,” Dexter commented as he turned back around. “Where was I? Oh-”

“Excuse me, where’s your restroom?” Kayla interrupted him as their waiter walked by.

“Right down there.” She pointed at a set of stairs off to the side, and Kayla thanked her as she slid out of her seat.

“I’ll be back, Darius.”

“It’s Denzel.” He deflated.

“Fuck,” she froze. She had been sure it was Darius. “Still, I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here,” he responded, obviously upset by her slip-up.

Kayla hurried off down the stairs and leaned against the wall as she waited for either of the single-use restrooms to open up. She took a deep breath and opened her clutch, reaching in to pull out her phone with a shaky hand and typing in his number. It was one of the few she had memorized, just in case.

“You ok?”

Her thumb hovered over the send button, but she couldn’t press it. Her heart nearly thumped out of her chest at the thought of starting a conversation with him, but something within her said that she should. It would be weird not to say anything after all that, right?

“Hey-”

“Shit!” Kayla dropped her phone when his silky baritone graced her ears.

“My fault, ma.” Erik leaned over and picked the phone off the floor, checking it for cracks. He saw she had typed a message out to him and smirked before handing it back to her.

“T-thanks.”

“No problem. And, yeah, I’m ok.”

“Huh?”

Erik pointed at her phone screen.

“Oh! Right. Um, well, that’s good to hear.” Kayla attempted to push her hair behind her ear out of habit, forgetting she had just cut it all off a week ago.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You ok? You don’t seem to into ole dude out there.”

Kayla sighed and rolled her eyes, “Oh, him.”

“Damn, it’s like that?” Erik laughed, and she slapped his arm. That slight contact was enough to spark a flame in them both, and Erik’s face turned serious. “For real, though, not going well?”

“Better than you, it seems,” she quipped as she eyed his wet shirt. That was a bad idea because his first three buttons were undone, and she caught a peek of the raised scars that she missed so much. And that broad chest, and the chain with his father’s ring that he always wore. He’d let her wear it from time to time, and she always felt like it was such an honor. He trusted her enough to let her wear it. He loved her enough to-

Kayla pried her eyes away and made yet another mistake: she looked up at him. Those eyes still looked like sweet, sweet molasses, and even though his locs were braided back, she could tell he was letting them grow out. She momentarily wondered who was retwisting them nowadays, but her train of thought was cut short by the scent of sandalwood and vanilla. Kayla’s mind went blank as she inhaled slowly.

“Heh, yeah. That was...that was pretty embarrassing. Not even gonna lie.” Erik looked away shyly, unable to hold her gaze.

“I guess you’ll need to find a new date spot, huh?”

“Nah, I think I’m good on dating for a while.”

“Same,” Kayla sighed. “Dating sucks.”

“Yeah…”

One of the bathroom doors unlocked, and a middle-aged white man stepped out and passed them on the way up the stairs.

“Well, I should-”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Kayla walked towards the bathroom, but before she could reach the door, she felt a light tug on her wrist. His touch still gave her goosebumps, and he noticed her raised skin as she turned to face him.

“I just, uh...it was nice seeing you, Kay-kay.” Erik smiled at her, and she nearly melted. She missed when he called her that, too. “You look good.”

“Thanks, E.” She smiled back. “So do you.”

He let her go, and Kayla disappeared into the bathroom. When she closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath to center herself. After all these months, Erik still took her breath away. He clouded her senses and scrambled her mind. Even as she took care of business, her brain replayed their short interaction on a loop.

Kayla locked eyes with her reflection as she dried her hands. How could she go back up there to- what’s his name? Oh, yeah, Da- Denzel. That’s it, Denzel. How could she go back up there to his mediocre company when the man she still loved had made her feel so alive with just one touch. That was the magic of Erik, his magnetism. When they were together, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, even when she wanted to slap him across his beautiful face. Those were some of the best times, though. If she was angry at him, he knew exactly what to do to calm her down. To put her in her place. To remind her-

Kayla’s daydreaming was cut short by a knock at the door.

“Occupied!”

It came again.

“I’ll be out in a minute!”

She reached for another paper towel to dab off the sweat that had started to pool on her skin at the thought of Erik’s dominance when the door opened.

“What the f- Erik?!”

He pushed inside the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“You need to start locking doors, Kay.”

“I- what do you want?”

“I want to talk to you,” he spoke as he moved closer to her.

“Here?!”

“Yeah, here,” he chuckled.

Kayla rolled her eyes and tried to push past him.

“Now is not the time or place-”

“When is?” he blocked her exit, and she crossed her arms in defeat, looking up at him through her lashes as she leaned against the sink. “Look, I just need to say something real quick.”

“Fine,” Kayla sighed and gestured for him to continue. She knew there was no use fighting him. She wasn’t leaving that bathroom until he was good and ready.

“Kay,” his voice softened, and she looked away only to have her face pulled back in his direction. “Kay-kay, look at me.”

She made the mistake of doing just that, getting lost in his eyes again.

“I miss you,” Erik murmured.

“Erik-”

“Look, I know, ok? I know. And I’m sorry, Kay. I really am- no, look at me. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you...but I miss you, girl.”

Kayla’s eyes welled up with tears that she tried her hardest to blink away, but one had the nerve to fall. Erik wiped it away, and the next one, and the next one. A sob wracked Kayla’s body, and he wrapped his arms around her body.

“Don’t cry, babygirl. I know you worked hard on your makeup.”

Kayla laughed through her tears, but the emotions washed back over her, and she buried her face into his chest. It was already soaked with gin, so what harm would a few tears do?

He held her and rocked her softly from side to side as she cried, and after a couple of minutes, she found the will to look up at him again. His cheeks were wet, so she reached up and swiped her thumbs over them as she held his face in her small hands. He nuzzled into them and kissed her wrists.

“I miss you, too, E,” she croaked.

“I know, babygirl.”

He leaned in to kiss her forehead, and she closed her eyes as his soft lips caressed her skin. They stayed intertwined for who knows how long until Erik felt Kayla begin to pull back. He looked down at her, and the two of them locked eyes. Before they knew it, their lips had met in the middle in a passionate embrace. They got lost in each other for a moment until common sense returned to Kayla, and she pushed him off.

“We can’t-”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because what, Kay?” Erik’s voice rumbled as he closed what little gap was between their bodies. He left soft kisses on her temples before working down to her cheeks, then her jawline, and eventually the column of her neck. She let out a soft whimper when his teeth grazed the crook of her neck but pushed him back again before he could continue any further.

“Erik, I...I still love you, and-”

He attacked her lips with his, hands feverishly gripping her waist as he pushed her further into the sink. She had nowhere to go, and she was ok with that.

“I...love you...too...babygirl,” he whispered between kisses.

Kayla’s mind went blank as he lifted her up on the counter and pressed himself between her legs. She could feel him, all of him, and damn did she miss that monster between his legs.

“Erik,” she moaned as he nipped at her earlobe. He still knew how to play her body like a violin.

“Mmm, say it again.”

“Erik!” she squeaked as she felt his strong hands grip her thighs.

“Just like that,” he groaned, and she flooded her already wet panties.

“Baby-”

He connected his forehead to hers and stared deep into her eyes. “You miss me?”

“Mhm,” Kayla nodded with her lip between her teeth.

“I miss you, too, baby. I think about you all the time. Every day,” he pecked her lips, “every night. I miss everything about you, Kay-kay. Your off-key singing, your horrible cooking-”

“Shut up,” Kayla giggled as his hands traveled up her dress.

“Your body…fuck I miss this body. I miss how you smell, how you taste...how that tight little pussy feels wrapped around my dick.”

Kayla widened her legs for him as his fingers found their way to the seat of her panties, stroking up and down her slit. Erik kissed his way back down her face and over to her ear, his warm breath sending chills down her spine.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I do. You’re all I see when I stroke my dick...wishing it was your hand...your lips...this fucking pussy.”

Erik pushed her panties to the side, and his nimble fingers circled her clit. Kayla let out a small moan that was music to his ears, making fingers move faster and her breath grow shallower with each rotation.

“Answer me.”

“Mhm.”

“Come on, babygirl, you can do better than that. You think about me when you play in your pussy? This pussy right here?” he asked as he slapped her vulva, her wetness sticking to his hand.

“Y-yes, baby-”

“Uh-uh, you know who I am. Say it,” Erik commanded as he snuck three fingers inside her wetness, making her moan loudly in his ear. “Shhh, you gotta be quiet, babygirl. You don’t want people out there knowing how much of a slut you are, right?”

Kayla shook her head no.

“That’s what I thought. Now, I asked you a question, Kayla,” he reminded her. His gruff voice made her weak, and the fingers that were steadily speeding up inside her certainly didn’t help. “Answer me. Who am I, babygirl?”

Kayla tried to hold out as much as she could. She didn’t want to say it, too proud to give in, but the way he was currently stretching out her pussy and curling his fingers inside her made her cling to his shoulders. The bastard knew what he was doing, and she didn’t want to let him win. But then, he played dirty and bit down on her neck. She cried out, and when he pulled back to look at her, the ferocity in his eyes drove her up the wall.

“I said, who the fuck am I, Kayla?” Erik growled. His hand sped up, making her weak with every thrust. She couldn’t hold it anymore and came undone around him, her mouth betraying her as his name fell from her lips.

“Daddy!” she gasped as her pussy spasmed, and he chuckled darkly.

“Damn right I am,” he kissed her lips, “now gimme that pussy. Daddy missed his pussy.”

Kayla heard a rip and felt the cool air between her legs as he tore through her panties to get to her treasure trove. She reached down between them and grabbed his clothed erection in her hand, making him groan as he bit down on his luscious bottom lip. She undid his belt buckle and slowly unzipped his pants before reaching in and pulling out his throbbing dick.

The longing in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, so he pushed her legs back and tapped his head on her clit.

“You want daddy’s dick in you?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered.

“Good.”

He pushed in and groaned at the feeling of her pussy walls gripping him as he sheathed himself inside her.

“Fuck, you feel like home.”

Kayla moaned into his neck in response and wound her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he stroked into her slow and deep. She couldn’t form words. He felt so damn good inside her that Kayla’s brain had short-circuited. Erik’s dick hit spots that she could never find herself no matter how hard she tried. Even in her dreams, he drove her body wild. She had spent the last year trying to find somebody, anybody who could make her feel that way, but nobody could compare to Erik Stevens.

Erik and Kayla panted heavily into each others’ mouths as he made love to her body, and as soon as Kayla started to tense up, his thrusts grew harder.

“I-I-”

“I know, babygirl. Daddy feels it,” he groaned as he nipped at her bottom lip. “Cum on my dick like a good girl.”

His words sent Kayla into overdrive, and her body shook as she spilled over him. Her spasming walls hugged him tight, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, begging him with her eyes.

“You feel amazing,” she moaned.

“Mhm. I know them other niggas wasn’t hitting it like this. I just know it. Look at you, cumming all over daddy’s dick. Look at it!” He grabbed her chin and made her look down at her throbbing pussy as his dick slid in and out of her.

“We look so good, daddy!”

Erik slammed into her, and she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He gave her his all over and over, rocking the countertop in the process.

“We’ll look even better if you let me cum in this pussy. Mix my cum with yours-”

“Yes!”

“Yes?” He chuckled. “You want it that bad, huh? Nasty ass, in here getting fucked while that bum ass nigga’s waiting for you upstairs.”

“Mmm, I want it.”

“Want what, babygirl?” Erik teased as he brought his thumb to her clit, strumming it slowly as he thrust into her.

“You. I want you to cum deep in me.”

“Shit,” Erik groaned. “You want it deep in there?”

“Mhm. Put it where it belongs, daddy.” Kayla licked up the side of his neck, making his knees buckle. “Cum in your pussy.”

Erik lost all sense of control and pounded into her tight pussy, somehow getting even deeper in preparation for his release. Kayla held on tight as she felt him begin to spasm inside her, and she released around him again as his deep moans tickled her ear. Erik thrust extra deep and held his dick in place as he emptied his balls into her warmth, whimpering lightly as she rubbed his back to soothe him and bring him back down.

“I missed you, babygirl.”

“I missed you, too, daddy.”

They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other until their breathing slowed. Erik was the first to move, slowly pulling himself out of Kayla as she whined at the loss of contact. He kissed all over her face before planting a slow, sweet kiss on her lips.

“I can’t let you go again, Kay-kay,” his voice cracked as tears threatened to fall from his eyes again.

Kayla pulled him back in and kissed him so deeply that she nearly lost herself in him again, but he pulled away and looked her in her eyes.

“I’m serious, girl. I’ll do anything. I’ll marry you, give you as many big-headed babies as you want. Just, please, Kay-” she cut him off with another kiss to shut him up.

“We should go back to my place and talk,” she whispered, and Erik’s face lit up. Something about the way she said it, the way she kissed him, the way her body still responded to his...it gave him hope. Kayla smiled at him and pecked his lips once more before hopping off of the sink. He had to catch her because her legs were wobbly, and she stumbled a little in her heels.

“You aight?” he laughed.

“No, nigga,” she slapped his chest, and the two of them got caught in a laughing fit. They had really just fucked in the bathroom at Chez Martine. Kayla was on cloud nine until a thought occurred to her, and her face fell flat. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Erik’s face turned serious, and his eyes scanned over her body, looking for whatever the problem was.

Kayla started giggling again, and he looked confused.

“What is it?” he asked, barely able to keep a straight face. Her laugh was always so infectious…

“Demetrius.”

“Who?!”

“My date.”

“Girl, don’t worry about him. He probably thinks you dipped out anyway.”

Kayla shrugged and fixed her dress as Erik stuffed his shirt back in his pants. They checked their reflections in the mirror, and Kayla was pleasantly surprised that her makeup was still intact thanks to that setting spray she had splurged on the other day.

“Ready?” Erik asked as he admired her beauty. Kayla nodded, and he unlocked the door, opening it to find Duncan leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face. Kayla’s eyes blew wide as she tried to figure out what to say to her date for the evening.

“Heyyy, um…”

“Denzel,” he seethed.

“Yeah, sorry. So, um, we’re-”

“Sorry, bruh,” Erik clapped him on the shoulder, “but we heading out. Bathroom’s all yours, though.”

Erik pulled Kayla along, and she sent Deion an apologetic glance before following Erik up the stairs. It seemed the whole restaurant knew what had occurred, but neither one of them cared. They were just happy to be around each other again. It had been entirely too long.

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

the squirrel girl podcast is already peak but just the idea that charles really WAS listening the entire time and cackling to himself is probably the best part

[ilyasorokinn]

5 for Freddie, please 🥺

THE NIGHT WE MET

5. “the day we met / frozen i held my breath / right from the start / i knew that i found a home for my heart” (from this prompt list)

tw: children

you were at a bar with friends, just enjoying your friday night. you were sipping your drink, and laughing along with your friend.

you looked across the bar towards the loud noises, and someone stood out, quite literally. he was tall.

he looked around the bar and spotted you staring at him. you smiled and sent him a wave, to which he responded with the same.

you looked away, and turned back to your friend. she watched you with wide eyes, “what?” you asked.

“do you know who that is?” she whispered.

“no? should i?” you asked, sipping your drink.

“that’s freddie andersen. he’s the goaltender for the toronto maple leafs.” she explained.

“wait, as in the hockey team toronto maple leafs?” you asked.

“yes, that one.” she nodded exasperated, “how is it that you don’t know this? we live in toronto.” she pointed out.

“i know, but i was born in america. the main sport was football.” you shrugged.

“oh, this is embarrassing.” she sighed.

“why? i’m american.”

you shrugged again.

“well, you’re in canada now. everywhere you look there’s gonna be hockey something,” she told you.

you rolled your eyes playfully, “i’m gonna get another drink.”

“i’ll be here. with our party girl.” she nodded over to your other friend, who was already on the road to a grade-a hangover.

“all right.” you nodded. you made your way over to the bar, and ordered your drink.

“i’ll have what she’s having.” a voice behind you said. you turned around and saw none other than freddie andersen.

you chucked, and nodded, looking down at your hands, “my names freddie.” he offered you another smile.

“nice to meet you, freddie.” you smiled, shaking his hand.

“you gonna tell me your name?” he asked.

“i don’t know. maybe?” you shrugged, grabbing your drink that was now ready and walking back over to your table.

“and that, my loves, is now you and mom met.” freddie told your two children.

“did she ever tell you her name?” your youngest erik asked.

“of course she did, stupid.” your oldest daughter freya reminded her brother.

“okay, let’s not name-call,” you called from the kitchen.

“but-“

“listen to your mother.” freddie interrupted.

“fine.” they both poured.

“all right, you two. time for bed.” you clapped your hands.

“but, momma.” they both whined.

“hey, no whining. go brush your teeth.” you patted them both on the head. they nodded and trudged off towards the bathroom.

you looked over at your husband, and smiled, “you know i know you a lot.” he told you.

“do you?” you teased.

“i do. from the moment i laid my eyes on you, i knew you were the one,” he told you, looking down at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“i think it took me a little bit longer than that, but i got there.” you joked.

he laughed and leaned down to kiss you. the moment his lips touched yours, erik and freya were shouting from the bathroom.

“momma, papa, we’re ready!” they shouted.

you both smiled into the kiss, and pulled away, “it’s your turn.” you pushed him towards the stairs, “you put them to sleep.” you collapsed on the couch, and closed your eyes.

freddie smiled to himself and climbed the stairs. memories flashed through his head of your first date, your first kiss, your first vacation together, your wedding, everything.

he wouldn’t imagine his life without you, and couldn’t imagine anything without you.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Scandal Ch. 6 - Loki x Reader

Summary: In that most crucial moment, how will Loki decide? If he doesn’t take this last chance your husband will be beyond redemption.

Warnings: Violence, Death, Mentions of Torture (just the same amount as in the original movie)

Words: ~1300 sorry it’s so short

I Story Masterlist I General Masterlist I

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“You have your mother’s eyes...”

Even in the face of destruction, Loki could not avert his gaze from the little being in his arm. It had been way too long since that fateful night - and this time, your husband wanted to imprint every little detail of his son’s face into his heart.

“Liam...” his name was a sacret prayer on his lips, “Yes, she chose your name well. You will grow to be the strong warrior that protects our new kingdom.”

The baby took a hold of his father’s finger, making him gasp in awe and adoration - this was everything he had wished for. “How could I ever doubt my love for you?”

Loki took firm steps onto the balcony of the Stark Tower, as if the death and destruction he caused was not still happening, right there under his feet.

Countless screams and cries were unsucessfully dringing to his ear, yet not his mind as he invested himself with what he thought most important.

“Your mother and you will have everything you need and more” he cooed confidently, gesturing towards the flames igniting the city. “Out of the ashes, I  will create a new kingdom. I promise to make our wildest dreams become reality, to care for and protect you for all eternity!”

"Don’t fucking touch my child with your filthy hands!” Startled by the familiar voice, Loki finally managed to look up from his son’s face. “Take your hands off of him!”

“Oh, my...” he uttered, his trademark grin decorating his face. Just a small bit of magic was needed for him to teleport Liam a safe distance away, holding the sceptre in his hand now. “What a foul mouth you developed, my love. You sure have stayed on Midgard far too long.”

You had only awoken mere seconds ago, broken by the dramatic scene unfolding right in front of your very eyes, with your husband blissfully unaware of those consequences of the atrocities he was committing.

And if only you knew that he had stabbed Thor out of jealousy for taking his place, just before throwing him down the tower...

“Look around you, Loki!” Even though your tone was full of anger, you never stopped believing that your husband could still have a change of heart. “Wake up from that unjust dream! This is madness!”

You grabbed his shoulders, shaking him ever so slightly. “Please, can’t you see how the people are suffering? Is this a world in which you want Liam to grow up in?”

“Why can’t at least you understand me?!” your husband now shoutet at you, and you would never get used to seeing him like this. “Together, we can make a better, greater world! Where no one has to go through the same misfortune that we had to! These sacrifices are necessary!”

However, just as he was voicing his reasons, a sole tear escaped his eye - and when he blinked, that same shady blue was shining in his irises.

“Snap out of it, Loki! I beg of you!” Frantically, your lips found his, hoping for your healing aura to reach through to him. “Do it for us, your family!”

“If you fail, there will be no realm, no barren moon or crevice where he can’t find you.” Just when Loki was about to win the battle he was fighting inside of his heart, the words of Thanos and his cruel torturer shot through his mind like a painful lightning stike. “You think you know pain, Odinson? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain...everyone you love will die right in front of your eyes, in the most gruesome deaths imagineable -  starting with that woman and her child!”

“I-I cannot stop, Y/N!” His voice was shaking, struggling internally if he could really doom so many people just to know you safe. “I want- no, need to do this, for Liam and you!”

“That’s just your fear speaking, Loki! Your mind is betraying you!” You clung onto him for dear life, trying to make him understand. “Whoever did those unspeakable things to you so you’d work for him, we can beat him! Together!”

“It’s not that easy!”

“Can’t you for one damn time trust me?!?” Every syllable of that sentence hit his heart like daggers “I do, Y/N, but-”

“No!” Never before, no matter how sad or frustrated you were with him, you had raised your voice - but now you were practically screaming on the top of your lungs. “If this is your final decision, then do it: Take me under your spell. Because I couldn’t live with myself if I’d allow this to happen.”

You grabbed the handle of the staff, pressing your chest against it’s tip. “The Avengers will defeat you, and take care of my child. At least them I can trust!”

“And this is where she is right.” The voice was Tony, god knows just how long he was listening to that scene from behind the bar. The Hulk had appeared outside of the building as well, while the other Avengers were still busy evacuating the civilians.

“Y/N, I would never...” Loki completely ignored the threat at hand, still devastated by your declaration. “Be sure of my unconditional love, at least!”

“He’s slipping!” you yelled towards the team, waving for them to come over. “Loki is only doing this due to the Tesseract manipulating him! We need to destroy it!”

“Easier said than done, sweety” Iron Man scoffed, “It’s leading this army towards humanity. We’ve been onto it this whole time.”

“Enough!” Loki threatened, baring his teeth! “We are gods! No one talks to my wife like that! And I will not be bullied by-”

At long last, the Hulk interrupted the Trickster God’s speech through sheer violence, and you could only cover your eyes at the sight of your husband being thrown around like a ragdoll without him making an attempt to fight back.

“Stop!” You screeched, sobbing as you ran towards the beast. “Please, he’s willingly getting beaten up! We yield, so stop!”

You fell onto your knees, gently putting your wheezing husband’s head onto your lap as you tried to tend to his wounds. “It’s over, Loki.”

“Ha...” he laughed weakly, “I knew you still cared for me.”

“Of course, you insufferable fool!” Tears of yours dripped down your chin onto his face, and you placed a forgiving kiss on his forehead. “Welcome back, my love.”

“The...the device-” you wanted him to spare his strenght, but he insisted that it was important. "All this time, I don’t know what happened, but- it was like being in trance...yetw I managed to slip a subtle order to that scientist, Erik Selvic - to make it imperfect. The machine can be turned off or even destroyed. It’s not too late, go!”

“I won’t leave you alone!” With your whole essence, every fibre of your being, you would swear. “Never again! We won’t get separated, no matter what follows!”

While the other Avengers were assembling again, ready to stop the apocalypse, you held your husband tight. His mind was still messed up, like waking up after being in a dream-like state - but he would pull himself together and stay strong, for you.

Yet subconscious, he had always been present that whole time. "Everything I have done, I-I don’t know where to start. Someone like me doesn’t even have the right to apologize.”

“I think you have wallowed in your own pity long enough, am I not right, my love?” you scolded him harshly, yet still with a hopeful smile on your face.

Carefully helping him back up, Loki would collapse right into your welcoming arms once again. “Will it really turn out to be alright?”

“Yes. We will figure everything out, and then you will continue living - so you can apologize to me, Liam and everyone you have hurt every single day. Do you understand?”

[songficsbyrissi]

Make A Baby (T’Challa  x Reader)

“I'll be your Cinderella-ella (Aye) Then maybe you and maybe me Can maybe meet and m-m-make a baby Then maybe you and me Can meet and make a baby, let's make a baby” - Nicki Minaj

A/N: here’s an idea I thought about writing for MONTHS now but I thought it would be too stupid to write. However, with the tragedy we are currently facing, it wouldn’t hurt to write. If I tagged you in this and you’re not in the mood, please don’t feel obligated to but I wrote it to lift the mood. It’s all fluff and humor so I hope this puts a smile on your face through all the grieving 💞🙏🏾

************** You wanted a baby. You NEEDED a baby.

No ifs, ands, and buts about it.

You were ready to bring a life into this world and nurture it. All with your handsome husband King T’Challa. Simple enough, right?

Wrong. Here’s where the problem comes in.

You and T’Challa have only been married for 6 months. When you were engaged, you expressed to your future husband that you wanted to spend at least one year married before trying for a baby. Ultimately, he agreed with you. You know you wanted your husband all to yourself for a year or two before sharing him with a child, but shit changes. Your baby fever was at an all-time high and you wanted a baby now. You wanted to tell him but he seemed happy not having children right now. He got to live his life, do a whole bunch of dangerous shit, come and go as he pleases without worrying his children. He grew to love your agreement while you grew to hate it.

“Fuck it. I want a baby.” You declared quietly as you laid in bed next to T’Challa. The man stirred a bit and mumbled tiredly.

“What did you say, my love?”

Fuck. He was supposed to be 100% asleep. Well, there’s no backing out. Your mother raised a strong woman who says what’s on her mind. Here goes nothing.

“I said I’m feeling achy.”

Wow. You are a pussy. Your mother raised a pussy.

Your loving husband turned to you with a concerned but tired face. “Did you want me to call the medical staff? Because I-“

You bit back a groan and turned your back to him. “No, I’m fine. I just slept wrong. Go back to sleep.”

“Whatever you want, my love.” He planted a kiss on your shoulder and turned back around to sleep.

“I want you to nut in me.” You muttered under your breath.

“Pardon?”

“ I want you to butt and knee! Do some butt and knee workouts! Damn! Good night!”

The next morning, you smacked yourself on the forehead when you walked past the training grounds and saw your husband doing intense squats in his panther suit. He turned to see you and gave you a smile.

“Ahh, my Queen has come to see me do the butt and knee workouts! I am doing them right, Yes?”

You struggled to put on a fake smile and give him a wave as he demonstrated a squat for you. “Yes, you are, my love! Keep going! I’m proud of you!” You turned away and dropped your smile. You got your husband doing bad bitch workouts because you were too much of a pussy to tell him you want his baby. You gotta do better in life. You ran into Erik who was failing to hold back a laugh.

“Yo why the fuck is T on the training grounds trying to get thick?” Erik laughed harder, looking back at his cousin. “Nigga thinks he’s Megan the Panther or some shit!”

You glared at the laughing royal, crossing your arms. “Erik, it’s not funny. He’s only doing that because I’m an idiot.”

Erik stopped laughing and put on a face of puzzlement. “Wait what?”

You shook your head walking away. “Never mind. It’s a long story that you can’t help me with.”

He caught up to you and stood in your way. “And how do you know that?”

“Because you’re Erik. It’s ingrained in you to always have a bad idea.”

He put a hand on his chest in feigned hurt. “Ow, Ms. Queen! That hurt! You might as well slap a nigga in the face while you’re at it!”

“Oh, that was next. Now move out of my way, N’dickhead!”

“Hey! The nickname shit is my thing!” He shouted after you. “Damn, I miss being the only American here.”

You figured it out. You were going to try the subtle approach. Slightly let him know you were open to having a baby now and it was going to happen on your trip to the market.

The king held your hand tightly as you two walked through the market. You stopped at the carrots and saw an opportunity.

“BABY, look at those cute BABY carrots! Aren’t those BABY carrots so cute?!” You put emphasis on the word “baby.”

He gave you a weird look. “Uhh yes? They are adorable.”

You began to gush even more. “Don’t you wanna just have a BABY carrot?”

T’Challa smirked at you, shaking his head in amusement. “I see what you are trying to say.

You felt relieved as he grabbed you by your waist, lovingly. “You do?”

He planted a kiss on your forehead. “Yes I do and we shall prepare baby carrots when we get home.”

Yes! You were getting your baby! You couldn’t wait but you had to eat dinner first. Gotta get your energy up before you get your legs up. You sat on the opposite side of your husband at the royal table. You made eye contact with him and he winked at you, causing a non-visible blush to appear. The servants brought out the food and you were too stuck in your daydream until Erik’s voice broke you out of it.

“What the fuck is this?”

You looked down on your plate and your smile fell along with it. On the plate was Wakandan cuisine with a shitload of....baby carrots. What the fuck?! You glanced back at your husband who had a face splitting grin.

“What the fuck is this shit?!” Erik questioned and Queen mother slapped his head. “Ow Auntie!”

“Watch your language at the dinner table!” She scolded and turned back to her plate.

“Damn she picking up on the swears......”

“My queen pointed out to me multiple times that she wanted baby carrots today at the market so it is only right I had the chefs prepare some. I told you I could pick up hints, my love!” T’Challa declares happily, digging into his meal.

“Yeah...thank you, sweetheart.” You gritted out, popping a baby carrot in your mouth and you wanted to gag.

Not the gagging you were hoping to do today.

Once dinner was over, T’Challa had to attend a meeting with the tribes and you had Erik come beside you as you walked to the royal garden and you finally explained the weird shit that was happening.

“So what you’re telling me is that I had to sit at that table and eat those nasty ass carrots because you’re too pussy to tell your HUSBAND to give you his dumbass seed?!” Erik glared at you in disbelief. “I swear to God, y’all niggas make it hard for me to stay redeemed.”

You scoffed in annoyance. “Erik, this isn’t about you!”

“Like hell! It became about me when you made me eat those nasty ass carrots!”

You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Alright! I'm sorry! If it makes you feel any better, I fucking hate carrots and I had to eat them.”

“Just tell that nigga, man. He don’t do hints or all that special shit. You just gotta be blunt and tell it like it is like I do.”

You thought about it and thought about it and finally shook your head. “Nahhhhh. Imma sneak it into a conversation.”

“You should not be this damn nervous to say you want to get nutted in.”

So the next approach was sneaking it into a conversation. How’d that work out? Well...

“Awww look at this! Russell and Ciara had their baby!” You showed him Ciara’s Instagram on your phone. You two were in his office, discussing a trade for him to sign off on.

“Who is Ciara again?”

You rolled your eyes. “A singer. She sang Goodies! My goodies! My goodies! Not my goodies!” You began to sing but he barely paid attention.

“Speaking of Ciara, there was a song meant for her that Nicki Minaj recorded-“

He finally looked at you. “Nicki Minaj! That’s the woman made a Friday the color of pink!”

Ok, so he half listens to you. “Uhhh sure, anyways, she recorded it but never released it. It’s called Make a baby. It’s goes, “maybe you and maybe me can meet and make a baby.” You stared into his eyes singing it slowly.

“Oh, I see why it was not released. No offense but The song sounds terrible.”

You groaned loudly slamming your head on the desk. Why did you marry such a gorgeous yet moronic man?! You should’ve have to spell this out for him.

“My love, do you always slam your head on surfaces? That might be the cause of your aches.”

Okay, so approach #1 and #2 did not work. How about approach #3?

You burst through the doors of his office on a mission.

“I want a fucking baby!”

Your eyes widened, seeing a group of superheroes in his office and not one glimpse of your husband anywhere. This group of superheroes were the fucking Avengers. You were embarrassed was an understatement. T’Challa came up beside you.

“Ahh, I see you’ve all met my beautiful queen, Y/N. Y/N, these are the Avengers.”

You waved sheepishly. “Hey...Avengers...”.

They awkwardly waved back at you in response.

“I heard you say something, my love. What is it?”

Shit. You definitely weren’t going to repeat the words now that you have an audience.

“I said Iran is a maybe! You don’t remember but remember when I said I was making a list of countries to visit next month and I said we were definitely going to Iran? Well, now it’s a maybe. A lot is going on over there. So it’s in the “maybe” column. Yeah.”

You must say, your ability to bullshit and bullshit quickly was impressive. If your future baby inherits that, you’re in trouble.

“Oh okay, we can discuss that later, my love.” He kissed your cheek and you awkwardly turned on your heel to leave the office. Just like that, approach 3 was a complete fail as well. You were such an idiot.

When T’Challa finally retired to your shared bedroom for the day, you were still wide awake. All these approaches were not working. Honestly, fuck approaches. Approaches were not getting you pregnant.

“T’Challa.”

“Yes, my love?”

“I want to have a baby.”

He shifted beside you. “I’m sorry?”

You sighed sitting up in bed and staring at him With all the sincerity you could muster. “I want to have a baby. I know I wanted to wait a year or two but I changed my mind. I’m ready to be a mother now.” You expected him to have a serious face, ready for a discussion but instead, he was....amused. Had his cheekbones poking out along with his signature smirk.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to tell me that.”

“Oh my God! You knew?!?!!”

He sat up, chuckling at your expense. “Yes, I knew.”

You hit your husband in the chest. “You ass! How long did you know?!”

“When you said it in bed that one night,” T’Challa replied, causing you to hit him again.

“Wait so you had me making an ass out of myself to tell you I wanted to have your child?!”

He held his hands up in defense. “Hey, that was your choice, my love. You should have just told me, instead of creating all these complicated ways to say it. I am your husband. You should not have to beat around the bush with me.”

Damn, he was right. Damn, Erik was right. For once in his life. Damn him.

“So.....what do you say?” You asked sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. You made eye contact when he grabbed your chin and kissed your lips sweetly.

“My love, I’ve wanted children with you ever since I fell in love with you. I was always ready to be the father of your children but I wanted you to be ready to be the mother of my children.”

You smiled widely, kissing him again. “And I am. I am ready to give you children.”

T’Challa began to climb on top of you. “Then what is the holdup? I must...nut in you? Is that the proper language?”

“Yes! Yes, it is! Now do that!”

And unlike your approaches, it only took you and T’Challa one time to get what you wanted.

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[reelwriter19]

Lights Out

Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader 

Warnings: ANGST, Fluff, implied smut

Word Count: 2200

“Shit!!!” Erik yelled accompanied by a loud thud so jarring it woke you out of the first sleep you were getting in days.

You replied in a pleading, groggy whisper. “E please! You’re gonna wake the baby. What the hell are you doing anyway?”

“The power went out…and he’s already up.”

You heard your sons faint cry on the monitor and rose from your favorite armchair in the living room like a zombie to go feed, burp, change, cuddle…whichever of the nine things, if not all, that he required at this ungodly hour. You chose to nap here because Erik was PMS’ing…again. You knew raising a child with this stubborn ass man wouldn’t be easy, but lately Erik was on another level of pissing you off. His latest complaint was the fact that you babied Bakari too much.

“But he’s 4 months old E!” ...you exclaimed. He thought he should already be sleeping on his own.

You argued that you’re still breastfeeding and it’s a trek to get to him in the middle of the night. “Are you gonna start producing something more than keloids and muscles out of that chest for him instead?!”

You knew there was a root cause to Erik’s frustration, but you also knew that he needed time to express his feelings. Extra time that you didn’t have to give right now. So, for the third night in a row, he went to bed angry, while you took care of Bakari in his nursery and attempted to find peace in your comfy chair in between.

Brushing passed your husband without so much as a glance, you walk towards the hallway.

“I did that already.”

“You fed him?”

“Yeah..”

“And changed his…”

“Yes Y/N…that’s what I’m sayin, damn.

Bakari’s cries got louder by the minute.

“E…I’m exhausted. Don’t come at me with this attitude tonight ok?! I’m not beat for your shit right now.”

You make your way into your sons’ nursery and gently lift him from his crib. He’s beyond fussy but won’t latch on…not hungry. His diaper is dry…wow, Erik actually did that too. Bouncing Bakari lightly as you pace the room, you start to hum a melody hoping this will work.

“He’s hot…” Erik appeared at the door. “He’s pissed cuz there’s no air circulating. I opened the window, thought the rain would calm him down but clearly. Come on, let’s go…”

You look down to see three bags at Erik’s feet, one being an expertly packed diaper bag.

“Go where E? It’s a whole storm outside. And it’s 3AM.”

“The rain let up and it’s not windy anymore. Don’t you trust me?” You scoffed…

“Just come on girl.”

The three of you piled into Erik’s huge truck. He held the door as you secured Bakari in, choosing to sit next to him in the backseat just in case he started screaming again. Movement always helped when he was this antsy, but you were way too tired to do your usual laps around the loft to get him to sleep this time.

Erik slammed the driver’s side door, which of course scared the baby, making him scream yet again. You shot him a cold look in the rearview mirror.

“My bad.”

Addressing your son in baby talk…

“It’s okay my love…don’t cry. Daddy’s trying to take your place this week. Did he steal some of your diaper’s tonight Bakari? Is that the real reason why he was in your room?? You can tell mama…”

Erik just shook his head. Your teasing, the AC blasting and the sound of the open road actually did the trick. Bakari went from sobbing to giggling to REM sleep in no time. You didn’t bother asking Erik where you were going because, let’s be honest, you knew he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, so you decided to knock out also.

2 hours later

Erik hopped out of the truck and took the bags in to the house. He then gently took his son out of his seat before waking you up.

“Y/N…babe we’re here.”

“Are we back home?”

“Well, home for a few days yeah.”

You reluctantly took Erik’s hand as he helped you out of the car. One quick but GOOD nap wasn’t going to make you suddenly forget that you were mad at him.

“Did you remember to bring…”

“Your pump? I got everything Y/N. And whatever I didn’t pack is available here.”

Erik led you into a BEAUTIFUL beach house. Still holding Bakari, he smirked at your reaction to this surprise. Kissing you on your temple, thoroughly amused at your shocked expression…

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go put him down.”

You couldn’t even answer. Mesmerized by the sound of the waves crashing, you walked towards the back of the open concept house in awe. The infinity pool overlooked a beautiful pre-dawn sky and the smell of fresh air hitting your nostrils was intoxicating. Truth be told, you wanted Erik to rip your clothes off and take you right here on this patio, but you needed to suppress that urge for the time being.

He walked up behind you, slowly placing his arms around your waist. It had been days since he touched you, his unexplained mood keeping you both in your individual corners of the boxing ring that had become your home. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lean into him. He traced a line from your ear lobe to your shoulder with his lips. You were a goner.

“Baby…who’s house is this?”

“It’s ours.”

You turned to face him. Erik had a sly grin on his face, a sight you also hadn’t seen in a very long time. Playfully hitting his chest… “Erik stop playin’. Did you steal this house? Are the owners on vacation and coming back in the morning? What’s the deal? Should I go grab Bakari now or…?” Erik caught your hand as you pretended to walk away. He had to admit that he missed this side of you too.  

“It’s kind of an inheritance thing. T’s dumbass was gonna get rid of it. Talkin’ bout some…’N’Jadaka, I live in Wakanda, why on earth do I need a house by this polluted Californian ocean?’”

You were laughing hysterically at this point. You loved when Erik impersonated T’Challa’s accent…he was SO BAD at it. You were softening up again, dammit this man was good at getting you to let your guard down. You moved closer to him, hands on his shoulders as he bit his bottom lip….he knew that made you weak too. His hands were now roaming your hips and cheeks.

“Oh really…that’s what he said huh?”

“Yep, just like that. So, I told him, T, don’t you dare get rid of this house. It’s a family keepsake, you know. My badass wife and beautiful son deserve this house T. So here we are.”

“Here we are….”

His lips finally overtook yours. All concern for previous arguments melted away as Erik lifted your legs around his waist and carried you to a lounge chair. He then ripped your clothes off and had his way with you. Filling you almost immediately, the sound of the crashing waves was no match for the moans you released finally feeling his touch again.

A little later…

You walked back out towards the pool wrapped in a blanket to rejoin Erik who was still sprawled, bare chest and as sexy as ever on the chaise lounge. The sun had just started to rise, and you couldn’t be more grateful for this moment with your man.

Nestling back into his side, Erik’s hands found their way back to some of his favorite spots on your body.

“Is he ok?”

“Yeah, I fed him, and he went right back to sleep. I think he loves it here too.”

“Y/N, I owe you an apology.” You stayed silent, this was rare, and you didn’t want any sudden movements to make him change his mind. Erik wasn’t big on words or explanations. He covered you and Bakari like no one else could. You felt protected and loved beyond measure, but there was something about having a child that opened up a new well in Erik’s heart. You fell more and more in love with him in these last few months, which was why the difference in his recent behavior had caught you so off guard.

You sat up slightly to face him, encouraging him to continue.

“I started having dreams about my pops. At first, they were nice, we’d be chillin at the playground when I was a kid or on the courts playin’ ball. He’d be laughing with me, pushing me on a swing. I’d smile cuz I’d think about those times that I’d have with B…then the dreams got dark. My mother would appear, her eyes real dark, black…and she’d end up killing me or my father in one of the dreams. Every time she’d laugh about it and I couldn’t do anything but watch. I was stuck in the corner of the room, in that same blue hoodie I was wearing when I found my dad. She’d walk over and whisper shit like, ‘you’ll never have what we had’, ‘you can never be free’. And then I’d pop up.”

By the time he finished there were tears streaming down both of your faces. You kissed his away and held him close.

“Erik, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to; I just didn’t want to scare you. The first time it happened it was really late, and you were in the other room singing to Bakari. The two of you were so peaceful…so I just listened to your voice with him and that calmed me down. I had another one a few days ago. She was in our room, standing over B’s rocker, just staring at him with those dark eyes. Then she looked over at you sleeping with your hand on him. I was stuck to the damn bed, couldn’t move. That shit was so real Y/N”

“That’s why you didn’t want him in the room.”

“Yeah…I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to do. That seemed like the most immediate solve at the time.”

You readjusted to straddle Erik’s lap. Your love language was touch and luckily you knew Erik found peace the closer you were to him. You felt his heart beating as you retraced the scars on his chest. You steadied your hand there for a minute as he continued.

“T noticed something was off with me…”, finishing the sentence in unison…

“…because he’s T.” You both laughed. You were so grateful for his family and the second chance he had been given with them, in these very moments especially.

“Anyway, his nosy ass told my auntie about the dreams, but she really helped. She reminded me that my parents really did love me, even my mother. And that the dreams were just traces of my old life of violence refusing to die. I guess because…”

“Because you don’t think you deserve this joy…a chance at real peace?”

“Yeah…” He tried to break his gaze from your loving eyes, but you wouldn’t allow it. You held his face and kissed him softly. You moved slowly, hoping that the connection of your lips to his would somehow reassure him of who he was…recharging him in some way.

“Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka. You are my king. I loved you before I knew about your past, I loved you after I found out all of the secrets you tried to hide and since you’ve made me a mother to our gift, I’ve managed to love you even more. I feel safe, adored and beautiful when I’m with you, baby. And you know what, that little boy back there already loves and adores you too. You can calm him down in minutes…you already make him laugh. I know this hasn’t been easy, but you’ve earned this happiness. Life isn’t perfect, babe. But all of that darkness is behind us now. Let me be here for you too. We have a very bright future ahead, but I need you present and here with us to enjoy it…all of you.”

“I gotchu princess. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Erik suddenly had a mischievous look in his eyes. You jumped up because you knew him all too well, but not fast enough. He started tickling you and laughing like a lunatic.

“Erik, stop! Your behind goes from 0 to a thousand in seconds!”

He pauses for a minute, getting close to your ear.

“Let’s make another baby.”

You laugh even louder now at this ridiculous notion and try to escape his arms.

“Uh huh! This birth control stays IN Mr. Stevens! Too soon…WAY too soon. I don’t love you that much.”

He chased you inside and into the bedroom. Hovering over you on this perfect king-sized bed, ready to pounce. There was no way you’d be willing to have another baby this soon, but there was absolutely no harm in practicing the latest techniques with this gorgeous man you cherished while Bakari finally slept peacefully in the other room.

[swanimagines]

Last request: Erik Lehnsherr + B53, please? Thank you so, so SO MUCH! I adore your writing. 💖 xo, ella

Fandom: Marvel / X-Men

A/N: I hope you like it Ella!!

Prompt: B53. “Dance with me.”

Word count: 300

The night was beautiful. Fairy lights hanging from your roof, your fireplace cracking quietly as you sat on your living room couch, just enjoying the moment. On winters you tended to stay awake late, just listening to sounds around you, with your wool socks and sweater, a hot chocolate in your hands.

Your husband liked it too, and you often cuddled on the couch together. Not speaking but just a few words now and then, just relaxing and listening to the wind and the fireplace. It was peaceful to live out there. Where nobody knew you lived, nobody would come for you. 

Suddenly Erik stood up from the couch and reached his hand out to you, flicking his fingers to make the radio play some music. You looked up to him with a questioning look. “Erik, what are you-”

“Dance with me.”

You let out a little laugh. “You know I can’t dance.”

“It doesn’t matter.” he told you, and still kept his arm outstretched.

You stared at his hand for a bit longer, before you accepted it and you slowly started to sway to the music. He twirled you around, you twirled him around, you danced some silly dance with no choreography, just swaying slowly or a bit quicker, and laughter erupted from your lips as you danced there, not even realizing that it would be so fun. To just let the music take over your body and the only thing you saw was Erik, you felt like the whole world disappeared from around you.

As the music faded, Erik took you into his arms, squishing his cheek against your head and you just swayed there in each others arms.

“I love you.” he muttered, and you let a smile take control of your lips.

“I love you too.”

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