#i'm going to keep saying if eiffel gets his memory back it should be through an Eiffel Version of change of mind

[commsroom]

eiffel returning to earth and encountering people and places and things that he's known so closely for years - that some part of him might even instinctively feel he should recognize - but without the ability to consciously remember them vs. lovelace returning to earth and seeing all those familiar things and knowing them, and knowing how they've changed in her absence, but being unable to shake the part of her that keeps telling her she's seeing them for the first time. how both of these could be used as an exploration of trauma, and returning to a place (that hasn't changed at all; that's changed too much) that you no longer fit into; that rubs up against the changed shape of your life in raw and uncomfortable places.

[iplaydrake]

FULL CIRCLE - CHAPTER 5 - DRUNK HIM CAN’T GET OVER HER

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CHAPTER 4 - WE’RE BROKE... SEND HELP!

Author’s Note : This story is gonna get a little dark. Talk of Suicide, Assault (both physical and sexual), Gun Violence, Blood, Swearing. Please read with caution. Positive feedback, constructive criticism, and reblogging are always welcome. I own nothing except the storyline of my MC. Everything else belongs to Pixelberry. I also don't own Tiffany’s or Berta Bridal (just putting it out there!)

Pairing : (Eventually) Drake x MC

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*** FLASHBACK – 2 WEEKS BEFORE SWEET 16 ***

The door to her limo opened and she immediately spotted him, leaning against the archway of her Estate with a smile on his face. She couldn’t help it as she ran and jumped into his waiting arms, hugging him tight as he lifted her off the ground.

“Hey, Duck! How was Paris?”

She rolled her eyes and laughed at her nickname as he lowered her down. “Drake, it was unbelievable!”

He smiled and grabbed her hand, walking himself backwards. “You wanna go have lunch and tell me all about it?” She smiled back at him and allowed him to lead her away to their spot.

He'd found her there a few months before, upset over a comment Madeline had made and without even thinking, he wrapped his arms around her and held her as she cried. Slowly, and without either realizing it, they’d found their way back there more and more, spending any extra time they had together, an unspoken claim that it had become theirs. They’d sit for hours on end, whether it was talking about everything and nothing all at once, or just enjoying a companionable silence, each doing their own thing, but still together. 

They had somehow managed to become each other’s best friend, confiding in each other things they were afraid to tell others, including their friendship. For Drake, she was the only girl who had ever accepted him for him; not even Kiara had made him feel like he was good enough to be in the company of the nobles at court. But to Remi, the fact that he was a commoner had meant nothing and it had allowed him to see her in a completely different light instead of just being Maxwell’s little sister. 

It was no secret that she was head over heels for him, but because she was younger, Drake had always been careful to keep her at arm’s length, never going further than a hug or a kiss on her cheek. She’d brought it up to him once, asking if he ever thought that one day, there was a chance for them to be together. After a few tense moments for Remi, he had finally admitted that he’d been thinking about it more and more. From then on, it'd become a regular part of their conversations and he'd even gone so far as to tell her that the minute she turned 18, he’d be her very first kiss.

And there they sat, on a blanket under the trees near the riverbank; Remi with her legs stretched out and Drake laying flat with his head resting in her lap. She couldn't help but play with his shaggy hair as they talked, both completely relaxed after eating what he had prepared for them.

“But I thought this trip was supposed to be so you and your dad could spend some time together. You didn’t see him at all?”

“No… He was just really busy I guess with business meetings and stuff. It was still an amazing trip! I walked along the Seine, saw the Eiffel Tower, went shopping…”

Drake looked upside down at her, his head still in her lap. “By yourself?”

“Yeah… But oh my goodness, I walked past this store and I saw this bracelet... Oh Drake, it was so pretty! But I guess it was too much money for just plain silver, at least that’s was he said… I’m hoping they’ll surprise me with it for my birthday, though!”

He closed his eyes, and smiled at her excitement, “I’m sure they will, Duck.” before slowly drifting off to sleep as Remi continued stroking his hair.

*** END FLASHBACK ***

Remi stared at the bracelet in her hand as the memory slowly faded. She'd recognized it immediately and couldn't help but wonder how he'd managed it. She was still crying as she linked it around her wrist, letting it come to rest over her tattoo, and it was almost as if the significance of each slowly began to heal the other. She slid off the counter and made her way back to her room, the weight of the entire day suddenly overwhelming her.

*****

As soon as Drake put his truck in park, he opened the bottle of whiskey he'd taken from Ramsford. He was reeling after his conversation with Remi. His hope was to numb the pain he felt as the image of her crying to him replayed in his head over and over. 'Just tell me why, Drake... Why would you do that to me?... Why would you make me believe-... Did I mean nothing to you?' After finishing the bottle and realizing the pain was still there, he slowly slid out of his truck and stumbled towards the entrance of the palace. 

As he made his way through the halls, the anger and sadness overtook him all at once and after making it to his room, he immediately stepped to the bar cart and picked up a glass, throwing it against the wall. He picked up another and soon he was throwing anything he could find across the room, cursing Kiara and Madeline with each one.

As Liam made his way to his quarters, he heard the sounds of screaming and things being broken and he immediately took off in a run down the hall. He skidded to a stop in front of the doorway to Drake's room, seeing Bastien already inside trying to console a clearly drunk, teary-eyed Drake.

"You should have seen the way she looked at me... She thought it was me. She thought I... I would have never..."

"Shhh... It's okay... She's been through a lot. You can fix it. You just have to explain what happened and-"

"She was my best friend... How could she think-?... Bastien, I loved her..." Liam's eyes went wide as he heard Drake's admission. He watched his best friend break down fully in tears, as Bastien gently and slowly led him to the bed, Drake not putting up a fight at all.

"I know... I know, son."

"I love her and she left me... She was the one, Bas... She was the only one."

Bastien slowly lowered him down before turning to see Liam in the doorway, a confused look on his face. Liam waited to see if Bastien would explain what he'd walked in on.

"It's not my place, Your Highness." Liam nodded his head in understanding and watched Bastien walk out and down the hall back to his post. He turned back to see Drake draped across his bed, already asleep and snoring softly, and he couldn't help but wonder if he hadn’t been the only one hiding his relationship with Remi.

*****

Early the next morning, everyone made their way to the palace for the start of the social season. The first event was that night and it was a ball to formally introduce all the suitors for Liam. Remi slowly walked the halls reading and responding to Liam's messages that they had been sending back and forth since she'd left Ramsford.

Remi double checked the time and took off in a sprint towards the boutique. After a long appointment, she'd finally found the perfect dress but she found herself beginning to feel sick as she tried to mentally prepare herself for the evening ahead. She made her way out of the palace and walked through the garden's maze to the center where a simple swing hung from an old tree. She sat, taking some time to herself before the chaos began.

“Hey Beautiful!” She turned to see Liam walking towards her. She couldn't help her smile as he walked up behind her and grabbed the ropes of the swing, slowly pushing her back and forth. “Did you get a dress?”

“Yes. Thank you again so much. You didn't have to do that.” Liam leaned forward and kissed her temple before speaking. “I wanted to. So...” He hesitated, unsure how to broach the topic with her. “I was wondering if I could talk to you about something. Drake as a matter of fact.” She felt nervous all over again but stayed silent as she waited for him to continue. “I'm assuming that he finally was able to talk to you after I left yesterday.”

She turned to look at him. “What makes you say that? I mean, we did but...”

“I don't know, maybe the fact that he was completely drunk and upset and said some things...” Remi's eyes widened and Liam caught the look of surprise on her face. 

She was hesitant to, but after a few moments, she finally spoke. “There's so much about me and Drake that you don't know, Li... That no one knows.” He looked down at her waiting for her to continue. She nodded as she took a deep breath and sighed. “A few months before my birthday, we started hanging out more, by ourselves. I mean, every extra moment we had, we spent it together, talking about everything and anything. He'd tell me that we just had to wait until I turned 18. Once I turned 18, we were gonna be together. I honestly thought I was gonna marry him, Li... Ugh, and then my fucking birthday happened and... Well, let's just say it was implied that he was involved. I guess with everything that happened that night and the fact that he didn't come for me at all, I believed it... So I've spent the last 6 years hating him. Last night, he wanted to talk and I... I called him out on it and he- I don't know, Liam... I want to believe him but I just..."

He moved in front of her, crouching down to get her to look at him. “Remi, even if I hadn't known Drake all my life, after seeing how he was last night there's no way I would believe he had anything to do with hurting you... And I think you know it too.” Remi didn't say anything as she let Liam's words sink in. Deep down, she knew he wouldn't have hurt her, much less let anyone else hurt her. “Listen, it would be so easy for me not to say anything about this and maybe see what you and I could be. I mean, we've been talking for the last 6 years and I'd be lying if I said that, after all this time, there's not SOME feelings there, at least on my end because there are, Rem. There are definitely feelings and I'm not even sure exactly what they are, but Drake is my best friend and I know that the way he was last night, he's still upset over you.” 

Remi looked up at him with tears in her eyes, “Liam, I... I don't know what I feel for him anymore, but I do know that I have feelings for you too. I just... I had no intention of ever figuring out what they meant. All I know is that I would never want to hurt you.”

He grabbed her hand and helped her to stand. He put his hand to her chin and slowly leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. She was caught off guard for a split second before completely giving in to him. They got lost in each other for another moment before he pulled back, his hands falling down to hold hers.

“Remington, I'm here for you no matter what, but only you can decide what is best for you. I think you need to talk to Drake before you do, though. If you talk to him and feel nothing? Hey, great for me!” He smiled at her before continuing “But you guys clearly have some unresolved issues and it's not fair for any of us for you to make a decision without having all of the facts. It may change the way you're feeling now..." He glanced down at his watch, "I, uh, I should probably head inside and start preparing for tonight... Just think about what I said, okay?” He walked past her, holding her hand as long as he could, and when he disappeared from her view, she sat back down and closed her eyes as she laid her head against the rope. She allowed herself a few more minutes before she stood back up to head inside and get ready herself, resolving that she would talk to Drake that night, before anyone else could get hurt.

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CHAPTER 6 - THE RIGHT AND WRONG (AND RIGHT AGAIN) WAY TO BE A STUNNER - PART 1

[babygirlofwakanda]

Not Gon Cry | Chapter 1

CHARACTERS — Black! Reader X M’Baku

CONTENT — Trials Of Black Love, Adultery, Broken Vows and Marriage, Humiliation and Manipulation

PLOT — Your marriage with your husband, M’Baku comes to a stand still as you discover his infidelities.

Inspired by the song, Not Gon Cry X Mary J. Blige.

NARRATIVE — Gulping your red wine down your throat with tears burning against your crimson colored eyes you abruptly slammed the glass down on the granite countertop. As dreading and sickening memories of you and M’Baku spewing curses towards eachother played in your mind like a bitter after taste while the soothing voice of a scorned women comforted you.

“—while all the time that I was loving you, you were busy loving yourself, I would stop breathing if you told me to now you're busy loving someone else..”

Holding your gaze counting the drops of the wine left in your glass you abruptly slid the chair back creating an obnoxious screeched before you quickly flexed your arm and threw the glass against the wall.

Hearing the scattering of the glass breaking did little to ease the scorch in your throat and the deafening words of M’Baku repeating in your ear. Feeling the raw emotion behind his disgraceful words you felt the salty drips slid down your cheek before swiftly wiping underneath your eyes before yanking the opened bottle of wine towards your mouth.

Roughly exhaling you stood up and slowly trailed towards the hotel balcony. Completely disregarding if you were leaking drops of the expensive beverage in the hotel’s carpet you stumbled barefoot and half naked towards the doors before weakly pulling them open. Stepping outside into the warm breeze you felt the loosely tied silk robe you were wearing blow open as the early morning air of the city of love blew.

Reaching the thick balcony you briefly looked at the skyline of Paris before shamefully shaking your head as you lifted the rim of the bottle to your lips one last time before setting it on the edge of the balcony.

With your hands resting on the ledge and your head tilted almost mockingly at the Eiffel Tower you let the complete release of tears cascaded down your face.

As your vision blurred you looked down at your fingers and started toying with the sacred band around your finger; were you ready to give it all up?

“—no, I'm not gon' cry it’s not the time ’cause you're not worth my tears..”

Feeling Mary’s words speaking to your soul, you sniffed as you swiped the fallen tears from your face refusing to spend another second crying over the big bastard who mistakenly held your heart. All that time you spent with him felt like a waste and the love you gave him felt useless if it couldn’t keep him faithful.

With today being your eleventh anniversary with M’Baku, you decided to go the extra mile and fly out and surprise your husband instead of waiting for him to give you some weak apology about his schedule.

Planning out the occasion you packed white lingerie that left very little to the imagination and a matching pair of Louboutin complimenting the look. Your plan was coming into fruition as you flew out and booked the best rated hotel in the heart of Paris looking over the historical landmarks the city had to offer. Plus, it was in the same hotel the business meeting was to be held in from what your husband told you.

Arriving at the hotel, you laid down half naked and horny on the luxurious sheets as you took in the view of the city of love and sipped on wine as you waited.

However, time wasn’t in your favor as it started ticking making a one hour soon turned into two and eventually a three hour wait. While you waited, you felt a nagging shift in your soul that threw you off, but you couldn’t exactly pin point what it was.

If you knew M’Baku like you claimed then you knew that he was a man of his word, but where was he?

No verbal contact was made, no phone calls or even a text message was sent. Where the hell is M’Baku?

However, while you were drowning your liver with a large amount of alcohol your subconscious wouldn’t take a break. Over the last few hours you waited you couldn’t help but to hear your neighbors one floor up having a pleasurable time as the faint moans could be heard from a floor below and with your soul still not resting something told you to check it out.

Standing up from your relaxed state on the bed you placed a silk robe on and slid your foot into your fur slippers before standing up. Walking out of the suite you went into the elevator still conscious of the low groans, moans and faint sounds of the headboard hitting against the wall.

Within seconds, you reached the top floor before following the sounds as you pressed your ear against the door before instinctively hearing a familiar gruttle that you’ve heard ring in your ears plenty of times.

Instantly furrowing your eyebrows, you stepped back from your slanted position as your heart began to pound and increase by the second.

Puzzled and distracted by your small panic attack you didn’t realize that the hotel door wasn’t closed until you heard an audible whimper. With your mind racing with great uncertainty, sparked curiosity and growing rage you took a step forward placing a hand on the door before peeping through the slim crack.

Identifying a figure gyrating ontop a hidden figure you couldn’t identify, you shook your head in great confusion. Pulling back thinking you were delusional you were about to walk away until you heard a weak female voice call out, “—M’Baku.” following a moan.

However, your mind had no time to process it as you heard a native baritone voice grumble, “Keep moving just like that, mnandi.” out loud. Abruptly feeling your knees buckle you stumbled back from the door and pressed against the opposite wall as your chest rose and fell rapidly and body shivered with intensity.

“—swallowed my fears, stood by your side I should have left your ass a thousand times..”

This distinct feeling could only be characterized as having your emotions overpowering your body. With every nerve-ending feeling the impact of this effect, your emotions began to open up it’s flood gates.

Everything from sorrow, humiliation to manipulation and the most prominent vengefulness. The emotions dominating your character caused you to silently tap your foot against the carpet as you thought of a plan.

However, with the bed obnoxiously squeaking you broke out of focus before hearing the female voice exclaim, “Oh baby, I’m about to cum!”

The little control in your grasp suddenly left your body as you darted into the room after kicking the door before spotting and grabbing a bottle of wine.

Hearing the screams from the female amongst your entrance only fueled the fire burning in your eyes.

“Y/N! Usana! What are you doing here?” You heard the Great Gorilla asked, before he quickly tossed the naked female onto the floor.

“What am I doing here? No, nigga what are you doing here cheating on me with this bitch?!” You yelled, as your anger coursed through your body like a rapid wildfire. Watching M’Baku stand up, you saw the covers fall off before he weakly tried to hide his hardened manhood with his hands.

“Mnandi, please I can ex—“ He started off, before you quickly cut his ass off.

“Don’t call me that! You don’t call me the same name you addressed your whore with!” You yelled, before you abruptly busted the wine bottle against the wall.

Creating a loudly noise as it shattered the dark juice ran down the wall and the hotel’s carpet leaving the bottle halfway intact with the shard pieces of glass raggedly poke out. Seeing M’Baku slid on his boxers drawers he attempted to speak out again, “Y/N! Just hear me out, please put the bottle down!” He spoke.

Striding towards him while pointing the bottle at his beloved jewels resting in spandex you said, “M’Baku if you love parading your dick around I suggest you keep your fucking mouth shut!” You exclaimed.

“Besides, we have a guest here and I wanna find out every single detail.” You spoke softly, before walking over to the girl clutching onto her rib visibly in pain.

Crouching down, “So, your the girl who’s been taking all of my husband’s time?” You asked, as you studied her face clenching up. Nodding her head, “Pathetic.” You spat, as you looked over the girl’s aching body.

“Well, you can have his cheating ass maybe you’ll be the next chieftess of the Jabari because that position just became available.” You stated, as a dramatic but faint gasp escaped from M’Baku.

“Sithandwa sa, please think this through!”

Holding up a hand briskly silencing his pleads you continue to speak. “You have two seconds to grab your clothes and get out of this room before I give you a reason to really be battered and bruised.”

“Your seconds start right now.” You threatened, as you stood up. Watching the woman stand up and wobble out of the room you threw the bottle at the wall and humored the increase her slow ass pace.

Watching your chest heavily rise and fall, M’Baku called your name, “Y/N..” He mumbled. Collecting your thoughts you turned on heels facing the large man who so proudly deceived your trust and boldly claimed he loved you more than the Jabari, itself.

All you could see was the father of your kids and a man who betrayed your vows to you and the great Hanuman. “How long M’Baku?” You asked, as you watched his face distort in guilt. “Six months.” He responded, in a shameful tone.

“—through sickness and health, 'til death do us part those were the words that we said from our hearts, so now when you say that you're leaving me I don't get that part..”

Hearing the words escape from his lips caused you to temporarily lose the function of your respiratory as you felt the wind being knocked from you.

Swallowing your gulp you felt the burning sensation in your eyes threatening to spill tears. Sniffling, “Well then, I strongly advise you to find a new wife.”

“NO! You CAN’T do this Y/N!” He shouted, before he dropped down to his knees infront of you with tears pooling up in his eyes. “Ndiyacela, ungafuni kuyenza oku!” He exclaimed, as he pleaded.

“I didn’t do this, you did. Now you have to face the consequences M’Baku.” You shrugged, not showing him how much his tears were stripping away at your hard exterior. “Ndiyaxolisa! Ndiyacela, usana!” He begged, with tears now streaming down his face.

You looked down at the weeping man as he cradled your legs with his face now pressed against them as you felt his tears cascading down your leg.

M’Baku was tugging onto your heart strings as he continued to speak apologetically through his heavy sobbing. With this continuing on for a couple of more minutes before he was just clinging on your legs you just looked at him pathetically and with no remorse.

With his eyes puffy from all of the crying, M’Baku was silent as he realized you were firm on leaving him. “—we will discuss the matter of our children when I return home to Wakanda.” You spoke, breaking the silence.

Tilting his head up to looking into your eyes as the tears resurfaced once he saw your emotionless face.

“I must go..” You started, but got cut off by the Great Gorilla tightening his arms around your lower half.

“Please, stop. You brought this upon this family and now you want to cling to me, please go cling onto your whore before she leaves. Goodbye, M’Baku.” You concluded, as you felt his grip loosen.

Walking to the hotel door you briefly stopped as you scanned the torn up room gazing at the stained wall and carpet to the broken glass and the broken man in the middle of floor bawling his eyes out in regret.

Shutting the door behind you, you walked away from the room leaving behind your husband and heart.

“—no, I'm not gon' cry it’s not the time ’cause you're not worth my tears..”

TRANSLATIONS —

“Nobusi.” means honey “Mnandi.” means sweetheart “Usana.” means baby “Sithandwa sa.” means my love “Ndiyaxolisa.” means i’m sorry “Ndiyacela, ungafuni kuyenza oku.” means please, don’t do this

AUTHOR’S NOTE — My first angst w/ M’Baku! Let me know if y’all are feeling it so far. Much love.

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