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Write What You Want:

dancing with a stranger

The audacity of the one you gave your all to give away what’s yours the second he got some rank, to walk out on you after another argument had set you a blaze. At first. But now all you wanted was the thing he never quite cured your longing for. The realization hitting and causing you to sit up from your sunken position of your loveseat. Sitting blankly in front of a television you never turned on but stared at just the same, you found your way into the shower. Deciding to head out to temporarily cure the lonely.

The audacity of the one that was changing him to give away what was his the second she didn’t get her way in the entire time they’ve been together. The situation being work related making this completely out of his control. Her absence isn’t what bothers him, he’s glad she’s gone. It’s the fact that for the first time in what seems like forever he’s uncomfortable in the loneliness. “I don’t want to be alone tonight”. Sitting blankly in front of a television he never turned on but stared at just the same, he found his way into the shower.

You wore a simple black cocktail dress with a capped sleeve and flowing skirt that came up just above the knee. Perfect in every way. You planned on wearing it to your anniversary dinner in two weeks but “Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans”. You made your way to the bar and took a seat. Quickly crossing your ankles, resting them on a peg of the barstool snapping a picture to post once you had your drink. Pushing the button on your phone darkening the screen before addressing the bartender who approached.

Tyche is a new lounge/bar that opened up recently. Named for the Greek Goddess of luck and chance, the interior definitely fit the bill so to speak. Everything was very era authentic with high ceilings and columns, solid wood furnishings and open seating. Put off on love you decide against getting the suggested ‘Aphrodite’s Potion’ which was basically their version of a ‘Shirley Temple’ but with gin not vodka. So you found yourself sipping the Tyche spin on the ‘Purple Haze’ which they titled ‘Realm of Hades’. You took a sip and hummed as it flushed through you before slipping the bartender a tip and sliding from the bar to a lounge chair near the dance floor. Retrieving your phone again and posting the earlier picture of your black lace wrapped heels on Snapchat with the caption “I wasn’t even going out tonight 🤷🏾‍♀️”

He decided on wearing black dress pants with the accompanying button down shirt. Swapping out the red cuff links that came with it to his coveted gold ones. He bought it on the way home, planning on treating her out to make up for missing her class reunion. He wasn’t going to return it just because she ruined everything by cheating when there.

The open concept made it hard for him to do what came naturally. Not able to find a dark and brooding corner to hide in he opted for getting a drink, presenting the opportunity to scope out the next best seating option. The drinks were pretty standard with a few having tweaks here and there. Two shots of ‘Poseidon’s Tears’ otherwise known as the ‘Black and Blue’ in before ordering his signature Hennessy on ice. His seat scoping had his eyes fixed on the choices near the center of the room. The purple light beam almost spotlighting an empty lounge chair near the dance floor. He gave the bartender his name as he handed over his card to open a tab, before pointing out the seat and walking away. Once in his seat pulling out his phone briefly recording the dance floor with the view of his drink in his lap framing the bottom of the screen. Posting the Instagram story with the added caption “Look what you made me do”.

The atmosphere of the dance floor changed with the slowing of the beat. As it called for a different type of dancing the crowd shifted as more pairs appeared. Looking up from putting his phone away he spotted you drinking in his energy.

Her eyes cut to the side for a second before refocusing on his face again. This time with raised arm, drink in hand just prior to nodding in his direction and taking a sip from her glass. The drinks dark purple hue swirling with specks of silver dust the only pop of color on her person.

Glancing upon the smooth exposed brown skin of your thighs just as you finished your drink deciding to get out of your comfort zone. Holding each other’s attention through passing glances as you strode your way around the floor until you were standing in front of him. You watched as he took in your frame with a slight curve to the corners of his lips shaking his head. Leaning back in the chair scanning you from your covered feet to your face. His eyes finally snapping up meeting yours “You don’t waste time”. You responded you were trying something new as you simultaneously crossed your left leg and arm over the other respectively. Settling with a raised eyebrow in your still standing position.

She giggled shortly at his reaction. Dimples and smile on full display as he repeated her request but accepted. As they swayed to the beat with her bottom curved to meet his front. His hands rested at her waist gripping ever so slightly every time she pushed back with the beat. With her hands placed on his right thigh and atop his left hand at her waist allowing her to feel the unique rise and fall of the skin beneath his shirt.

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Dated: 02.20.2019

[iamrheaspeaks]

Write What You Want: Incendiary

Put less strain on one of your senses and the other four heighten. Eyes closed and the crackling of the wood fills your mind as it gets louder. Cover your ears and the smell intoxicates you as it nips away at your oxygen supply. Stick your hand out and allow the heat to travel up your arm until it’s the only thing you can feel. Standing boldly amoungst the roaring blaze he ignited. Soaking it in, allowing it to fill him with pride and feed his growning rage.

“Yo E!”

“Erik!”

“E where are you?!”

“See DK you never listen bro.”

“You ain’t my moms Big.”

“Man.. shut up!”

Big turned to make sure they didn’t lose Win. Thankfully being met with the sight of his friend staring off down the street “Aye Win, what you see?”

“Huh.. uh.. nothing. I can hear sirens though.”

As he finished saying it the sound of multiple sirens and flash of numerous red and blues increased as they started to travel in their direction.

“Win. DK. We gotta go!” Big shouted as he double knotted his laces prepping for the sprint home.

“What about Erik?”

“Now DK!”

When DK, Big and Win got to homeroom the next morning Erik was there sitting in his seat sketching something. They all gave each other a shared look before approaching him. That was until the class douche pushed Big out the way hollering about something to the class.

“Did you hear about the house fire last night?”

“It was two blocks down from me!” Soon after all their classmates chimed in about the news.

“I just heard the sirens.”

“Did you see any fire?”

“I walked by it on my way to school. You can see right through the house!”

“I just saw the big smoke cloud after the fire got put out”

Finished with his entry Erik finally raised his head to survey the room. The sound of all his classmates chatter coming to life. Noticing his friends, putting his notebook away as they continued walking in his direction.

“What happened to you last night E?” quizzes Win.

“One minute you was right there and.. ” added DK.

“Ya was arguing. I dipped, took off home.”

“You coulda told us nigga.”

“Well I didn’t.”

Knowing this conversation is headed nowhere Big decided to ask if he saw anything on his way home. Erik’s foster home being the closest to the scene. He just shook his head with a low ‘Nah’ as the noise level in the room dropped with the arrival of the teacher. Rubbing the red and orange chalk off his finger tips underneath his desk.

~

Standing at full attention practically bathing in the sight and smell of the destruction he caused. His face was stone. Emotionless and void but inside his heart was expanding in size with the growing flames. Behind his eyes in the shadow of the fire he was smiling. Not a smirk or slight curve in the corner of his lip. A full fledged, toothy cheshire cat grin.

Tags: @cancerianprincess @savagesensitivity @another-imaginesblog @loosewindmill @bidibidibombaclaat @brownmuse @muse-of-mbaku

Dated 01.18.2019

[iamrheaspeaks]

Two For One Special

A/N: This is a One-Shot for my Birthday Twin @hearteyes-for-killmonger. I tried to get this out before our day ended but alas here it is regardless. Lightly proofread/ edited as always 💋I hope you had a bomb ass day love 🤞🏾

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: There will be smut 😈

There’s something to be said about what you experience when you spend a birthday in Vegas! The only time Rhea had been to Vegas was passing through it as a child on her way to visit family in Richmond, CA during the summer. Slipping out of grasp like sand through her fingers. But finally this East Coast girl trekked it across country solo dolo to celebrate her birthday. Nothing could kill the joy of this independent adventure. Not the airport check in, the delayed boarding, the very opinioned white woman who insisted that she couldn’t possibly afford her first class ticket and was in the wrong line. Nope as far as Rhea was concerned she’s a mere few hours away from the best long weekend of her life. Those medicated gummies helped too.

Pumpkin was excited to one up her last time in Vegas. She knew which spots she liked and which she didn’t really care for. And how to avoid the multitude of people insisting she’d have more fun if high, drunk or gambling. With no offense to anyone else of course, it just wasn’t her vice. That being said Pumpkin glad to be returning to the city of sin so that the darker side of her got to come out and play. The allure of being somewhere far from home and the fact that she’d chosen to take this trip alone were a plus. The only things and people that would be influencing her energy would be of her choosing.

When Rhea reached her seat there was a woman sitting in the window seat headphones already in typing away at her phone. Rhea stole quick glances at her while loading her carry on into the overhead bin after fishing out her own headphones and old iPod touch, choosing to power down her phone for the flight. The girl had golden brown skin that rivaled hers and deep chocolate brown eyes that gave off an undertone of honey when the sunlight caught them. Her hair was natural. In a side part with the fronts flat twisted back into a high bun with flowers adorning either side. Looking at the deep purple that stained her lips Rhea felt a jolt travel through her. At that she lightly shook her head breathing out a brush of air before sitting down.  

Pumpkin was so engrossed in her phone she hadn’t realized the frame that filled the seat to her right. With no work to worry about and no distractions she had thrown herself into her writing. The woman was smaller in size but undeniably cute. High cheekbones making her smile even more prominent. Gently swaying side to side in her seat in response to whatever she was listening to as she watched all the fuss on the plane die down the closer they got to departure. Her hair was covered in a woven hat and she wore big hoop earrings with a fresh face. Pumpkin liked the happy vibe that she gave off.

A little ways into the flight is when it happened. Pumpkin had removed her headphones to give her ears a rest. Rhea had just caught the attention of a flight attendant asking for something to drink. Anticipating being carded she had her Driver’s License out already. As Rhea and the attendants’ exchange came to a close, “Oh! Happy Birthday by the way!” In unison both Rhea and Pumpkin replied ‘Thank You’ before staring bug eyed at each other. The flight attendant chuckled lowly to herself at the girls’ reaction to what just happened, letting Rhea know she’d be back with her drink shortly. The rest of the flight the two of them slowly opened up more to each other. Sharing stories the more they realized they had in common. They agreed to tag team it to the baggage claim when they landed.

Desperately waiting to see her black suitcase Rhea watched the bout of luggage circling around intently addressing Pumpkin, “It was dope to meet a birthday twin on this trip. We should totally get up and do dinner or something.” 

“Yeah sure! What hotel are you at?”

“Uh…the Palazzo. I kinda saved up and went full tourist.”

“That can’t be a coincidence.”

Rhea popped her head up to look at Pumpkin who amazingly already had her bags, “No way! You’re there too?”

Pumpkin just shook her head in response as they started on their way to the cab terminal.

Hours later Rhea and Pumpkin decided to hit the buffet in the hotel for dinner before trying to catch a show. That pulse was back the moment Rhea seen Pumpkin in her black wrap dress and heeled ankle boots. She paired it with a thin green camouflage military jacket, the same one from earlier on the plane. Must have been an east Coast thing because Rhea also was wearing a dress with a military jacket although she opted for platform heels. Reveling in the opportunity to be taller than she really was if only for a few hours. They didn’t know it yet but their night about to get very interesting.

~~~

“Hey to E!” Jordyn exclaimed a little too eagerly meaning only one thing, challenge time.

“Wassup? What you see?”

“Two birthday girls. Straight ahead.”

“Tiara and sash in matching jackets? Whatcho thinkin’?” Erik asked already licking his lips scheming.

“Bet you can’t get both of them”

“What I get when you lose nigga?”

“Shit you already got everything. You’ll get a bomb ass story out of it though.”

Chuckling deeply Erik side eyed his friend before advancing towards his targets for the night, “Challenge accepted.”

Erik was kissing Pumpkin drawing a hungry moan out of her throat, his lips curving up into a smile before he backed out the kiss. Hearing a hungry sigh come from Rhea as her tiny fingers gripped his thigh Erik switched his gaze from Pumpkin to her. Erik leaned hovering his lips by her ear “I want you to wait”, he whispered before looking her sternly and turning to kiss Pumpkin again. The whimper that came from behind him confirmed his suspensions, Rhea liked to watch. And just like Erik, Pumpkin’s figure was a plus. Even if she didn’t act on it he could see it in her. The want. That combined with the sensation of his lips on Pumpkin’s was causing his pants to tent.

Once Pumpkin pulled out of the kiss to catch her breathe he gives Pumpkin that signature smirk before he turns to Rhea again. When their lips finally collided Rhea saw stars as her eyes fell shut, suddenly glad she actually put on underwear. Before long she couldn’t take how rise in temperature anymore and started to peel out her dress with Erik and Pumpkin following closing behind. Pumpkin stood there feeling slightly exposed before the switch happened. Beckoning Rhea to come to her as Erik went and sat down to enjoy the show. Seeing Rhea totally submitting to Pumpkin’s demand Erik couldn’t wait to bend her to his will.

Their shared moans as their hands explored each other was truly a sight to see. Jordyn may have thought this was a dare but it was turning out to be the best night of Erik’s life. He was sitting in the hotel chair of Pumpkin’s hotel room when Pumpkin caught a glimpse of him slow strocking his freed erection. Commanding Rhea to stop then making her way over to Erik. “I can take care of that for you,” Pumpkin hummed replacing Erik’s hand on his throbbing member with her own before sinking to her knees and taking him into her mouth. His hips thrust up in response to her warm mouth swallowing him down. 

At first Rhea just stood where Pumpkin left her watching the scene in front of her. Her thighs being the only thing keeping her essence from dropping to the carpet below and played with her nipples struggling to keep her eyes open but being overcome by the sound of Erik and Pumpkin’s synchronized moans as she sucked him off. Feeling her mouth go dry but not wanting to interrupt the ride they were on Rhea found herself dropping to her knees, crawling over and turning on her back underneath them coming face to face with Pumpkin’s women hood. Dying for a taste.

“Fuck!” Pumpkin groaned as Rhea’s mouth suctioned around her needy bundle of nerves.

“She hungry. Let her eat” Erik smirked as he watched the dominate side slip away and Pumpkin began to come undone by the smaller woman beneath her who had a death grip on her thick thighs. Drowning in the ecstasy of it all. Had it not been for his stamina these two definitely would’ve given Erik a run for his money. Them moaning in tandem under each others and his own touch alike. Creating his favorite song of flesh and desire. This was definitely a night to remember.

As they moved into their final position it was evident that both the women he was currently bedding were on their last leg. Rhea rode Erik’s face as Pumpkin bounced beautifully up and down on his dick. Both of them gripping at his sides for balance as they made out above him swallowing each other’s moans. The bands in their bellies were tightening, threatening to snap at a moments notice.

“I-I’m”

“Gonna”

“CUM!” they both screamed as they squirted. Erik lapped at Rhea’s folds while simultaneously pounding up into Pumpkin a few more times chasing his own release.

Looking at the birthday girls totally spent passed out in the bed Erik pulled out his phone and snapped a photo before sending it to Jordyn before making his leave.

Challenge: Two for One Special complete. Pay up nigga! I’m the King!

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per·i·pe·tei·a 1

Erik x OC! (Morrigan)

Word Count: ~1.3k

Bold text: Erik

Regular text: Morrigan

Warnings: None

A/N: Here I am starting something new when I have shit to finish 🤷🏾‍♀️ The inspiration for this came from Season 1 Episode 2 of The Blacklist. The military time format I use is referred to as the Day Time Group (DTG) and the format is as follows DDHHMM(Z*)MONYY which translates into; 2 digit day, time in 24 hour format, military identifier*, 3 digit month code and year. As always lightly proofread/edited. Enjoy! 💋

*: Military identifier is basically like a generalized location marker. I’m using U, which is CA.

Part 2

per·i·pe·tei·a /ˌperəpəˈtēyə, ˌperəpəˈtīə/ noun: a sudden reversal of fortune or change in circumstances

Erik

060900UJUN

I think that she knows. I’m not absolutely sure yet but she definitely knows something. Everything about her has been withdrawn lately. Normally our eyes meet in the mirror when I walk into the bathroom and she’s brushing her teeth. For the past couple of days she’s been doing everything in the shower. She froze when my hand grazed hers yesterday, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her retract it so quickly. We both reached for an apple out the fruit basket at the same time. Our kiss goodbye this morning was…forced and dry. She definitely knows.

Morrigan

June 6 6:30pm

I’m in my car in contemplating going home. Everything about the man I married is starting to feel more and more like either a mystery or a lie. I’ve been walking around on eggshells for days. And to think that, that stupid kiss this morning gave me away. I haven’t even begun to fully process this shit. But I know better than to tell anyone or ask for actual help. That much I do know. Who is this man that I call husband?

070900UJUN

Once it hit 22:00 and she still hadn’t made the effort to come home that was all the confirmation I needed. Since it didn’t seem like she’d be returning for the night I started to initiate my burn protocol. It wasn’t until I removed the wooden box I had hidden under the floorboard in the mudroom that I realized how bad it was. How much she knew. She probably doesn’t even realize she left it but I noticed it. I’m trained to. Blood on the box smeared right underneath the latch. She said she cut her palm slicing strawberries. The GPS tracker I had installed in her watch told me exactly where she was so there was no need to go find her. She’d have questions and when she was ready…she’d ask them. I spent the rest of the day trying to pinpoint how I missed it? When did she find it? How long has she known?

June 7 3:00pm

I was not myself at work and everyone noticed. I’m normally the one to volunteer to work the front desk because on days when it’s dead it gets the most traffic. Today I was in the common kitchen with the TV off just sitting in one of the chairs. I didn’t even realize Claire was in there until she dropped her teacup. It shattered on impact just like mine did the day I found the wooden box underneath the floorboards. The good thing about working in Human Services was how big on mental health they were. As soon as my boss noticed how withdrawn I was she let me take the rest of the day off. All the ‘people we serve’, that’s what we have to call them, were out with their families for the day so we pretty much just all sat there waiting for the phone to ring and staring at each other. I stopped by the diner before going home, I don’t really know why. The waitress kept trying to make me order my usual pancake special because I ‘looked like I could eat’. I could eat if I wasn’t wrapped in my thoughts about returning to the one place I should feel safe.

071700UJUN

I’m sitting in the living room on this damn blue couch I hate just waiting. Statement piece my ass. I cleared off the coffee table so now all that was on it is my wooden box, the lid flipped up with all its contents laid out. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breathe in as I finally picked up on the sound of her key turning in the lock. She’d been sitting in the car for 15 minutes. Nothing good was going to come out of this but this job was starting to change me. —

When Morrigan finally stepped into the house she was on high alert but tried not to show it. Morrigan knew Erik was home because his car was in the driveway and the living room light was on. Setting down her keys and work badge she stepped out of her shoes and hang her jacket on the coat hook before advancing. Heat shot through Morrigan’s body as the sound of her heart beating started to burn in her ears. Morrigan’s russet colored eyes set on the scene before her. Upon approaching the entryway that wooden box was staring back from the coffee table.  Open with all its contents laid out. 7 Passports, at least 8 various forms of currency, Driver’s Licenses from every state they’ve visited in the last 2 years, 3 flash drives and a 357 Magnum with ammo. By time she finally laid eyes on Erik he was already looking at her. He was no doubt gauging Morrigan’s reaction this whole time. Waiting for a sign.

“Welcome home! How’s Tracy?”

Morrigan swallowed hard at the mention of her friend’s name. He smirked as he continued to rattle off names of people that frequented all the places she’d been recently. Growing more confused. The tone Erik spoke with was very off-putting. The universal signifier of ‘I know something you don’t know’. Hauntingly calm. Morrigan grabbed her arms; rubbing her thumbs over her shoulders as she lightly shook from the chill it gave her. He noticed it all. “Hasn’t felt like home for awhile now.”

“You wanna know what gave you away?” He questioned, leaning forward elbows rested on knees. He turned his head in her direction before cocking an eyebrow. Silently demanding a verbal response.

Fingering her plump bottom lip, “It was the kiss.” If a kiss were what you’d actually call it. Compared to how it normally was that kiss was the equivalent to the forced cheek peck a teenager gives their mom with one foot out the door. Morrigan couldn’t wait to get away from him. Just like right now.

“Good girl. What else you find?”

“Nothing, really.”

“That’s kinda funny cuz somethin’s missin’.”

“Trust? Honesty? Transparency?”

“Where’s the flash drive Morrigan?”

“They’re right there, Erik.”

Erik crashed his fists into the coffee table causing some of the items to flip about and topple to the floor. A part of him had grown fond of having Morrigan around. That was the only thing keeping Erik from going full-blown Killmonger. He bore his teeth like an animal, nostrils flaring as he asked one more time for the item in question.

“Oh! You mean this?” Morrigan questioned as she as she pulled the flash drive from inside her bra. Before tossing it over the table right into his lap sitting in the chair across from Erik and mirroring his posture. Legs spread, elbows rested on knees with head cocked to the side. While Morrigan wore a giant smile as Erik stared back with a look of confusion. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him what she was smiling about.

“So tell me, Erik. Why me?”

“The shoes. That’s the day I knew I had you. I left them at your old place while I was away. I came back for them but you’d already left for work. When I grabbed them I noticed that you had drawn a heart in the dust that settled on them.”

“The fact that you never mentioned it is how we knew I got you.”

“We?”

“Don’t worry N’Jadaka. Everyone has a weakness.” Morrigan offered as she sat back relaxing in the chair crossing her legs still wearing that smile. Finally the fun begins Morrigan thought to herself, waiting for Erik to make his move.

A/N: Questions, comments, theories, and anger welcome 😈

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per·i·pe·tei·a 2

Erik x OC! (Morrigan)

Word Count: 1.9k

Bold text: Erik

Regular text: Morrigan

Warnings: None

A/N: Idk why my crazy self just had to include DTG knowing I hate it but here’s a reminder DDHHMM(Z)MON meaning (day, 24 time, local, month). Here’s Part 1 if you need a refresher. As always lightly proofread/ edited 💋

The Beginning:

150847UMAR

Target: Morrigan James

28yo 61.23kg

Identifiable Marks:

•Raised lateral scar/ left shoulder above armpit

•Roman soldier’s uniform shoulder pad tattoo/ left shoulder cap

•Emperor’s Crown tattoo/ behind right ear

•Tiny cat silhouette tattoo/ inner right wrist

Occupation: Case Manager/ Human Services

Mission: Deep Cover Surveillance

Morrigan flies out of her apartment to a used Mitsubishi Galant. It’s black on black minus the silver tire rims and front grill. She’s supposed to report to work at 0930. Morrigan stops at the coffee shop five blocks up the road while I hang back outside. The windows of the coffee shop are large enough for me to see everything from inside the Standard Issue Saab Truck they gave me. When she finally emerges Morrigan is balancing 6 cups of coffee and large brown paper bag. After finally maneuvering everything into the car she finishes her trek to work. She’s definitely something.

March 15 9:35am

Target: Erik Stevens/ N’Jadaka Udaku

30yo 225lbs

Identifiable Marks:

Keloid scars/ Range unknown

Occupation: Special Ops / Deep Cover

Erik arrived in town late last night. Judging by the looks of it he’d spent most of the night staking out my apartment instead of sleeping. A man determined. Something told me when his file hit my desk that Laila wouldn’t be the right one for the job. She is lethal and a hard-ass however, Laila can’t control her switches when angry or cornered. She’d blow the mission in an instant and this has to be long term. Erik won’t open up if the trust isn’t there. Plus, judging by the way Laila keeps staring out the window I made the right decision sending him after me instead. It’s 9:45am when Erik finally pulls off down the street, no doubt headed to his cover job. ‘Have a good first day Professor Stevens.’

151936UMAR

Morrigan and two female coworkers are having drinks at a Mediterranean Wine Bar named Porto. It houses a lot of culture-based décor. Antique knick-knacks and brightly colored, hand-painted tiles could be seen all around.  Not wanting to draw too much attention to myself it took awhile to scope out a good seat. The bartender serving the back of the house must’ve been new. She kept over pouring portions and confusing drinks. If it wasn’t for her being so personable I doubt anyone would come back to Taylor. I could see all the exits and most of the patrons from where I sat. Morrigan seems normal. Most of my surveillance of her so far just yielded information I already knew. Basic job, raised in a two-parent household, doesn’t appear to be living above her means. Definitely not a threat. ‘Why are you so important?’

March 15 7:40pm

Laila, Claire and I try not to let on that we see Erik keeping a watchful eye from across the bar. We discuss where best to take the residents on their day out after the weekly house meeting. Like most teens they liked the mall except Landon, he hated everything about the place and would often decline going all together. Which left one of us stuck at the residence with him watching the same bad comedy movies till our ears bled from the sound of his shrill laughter. Lately I didn’t mind because it gave me time to brush up on Erik before his arrival but one could only take so much.

 Present:

071725UJUN | June 7 5:25pm

“I don’t know what you think you know bu–”

“Erik Stevens. Born in the ghettos of Oakland, CA. Mother died in prison and father murdered.” She paused noticing Erik’s demeanor shift slightly. If she didn’t have his attention before Morrigan certainly had it now. “Got bounced around after that but, for the most part stayed on the straight and narrow. Immediately shipping off to Basic Training in the Navy and later graduated M.I.T. with a PhD in Engineering. Am I right so far?

“All common knowledge baby girl.”

“You’re right, allow me to share with you what else I know. And I knew before I found your box. Good hiding place by the way.” Morrigan giggled at the last part. It may have been underneath the floorboards but the box was literally in plain sight. Undetected until just the right moment. “You’re the lost Prince of Wakanda. N’Jadaka Udaku. The abandoned child that wants to burn the village to feel its warmth.”

Erik’s jaw and fists tighten. It’s one thing to relinquish control, it’s another entirely to question if it was ever his to give. “But you forget, I know who you are too.”

“That’s where you’re wrong my love. You know what I needed you to know, let me properly introduce myself. Morrigan Ebert. Born in the small town of Cromwell, CT. I was raised by The Major, the only thing I know about my real parents is they died in a car wreck.”

“The Major? Nabs kids and turns em into Sleeper Soldiers right?  What does The Major want with me?”

“Sleeper Soldier? That’s a first” Morrigan scoffed. “And nothing, he’s merely apart of my backstory.”

“You really tryin my patience.”

“Stop interrupting me and maybe you’d learn something!” Morrigan could tell Erik was surprised by her tone. Never having had that voice of authority used on him by her. “I thought this would be more fun but now I’m kinda bored. Look. Everything I told you is true. But maybe you’ll be more willing to believe it if I tell you my other name. The Djinn.”

Erik shifted in his seat after that. Either this chick was fucking crazy or she was who she said, which would mean that he’s been the one at a disadvantage. Erik was more comfortable believing the first one. He knew Morrigan. She’d look for her phone while she was talking on it. Climbed on the fucking counter tops to get shit from the top shelf. Morrigan coddles adult children for work. There’s no way this is the person he’d been secretly searching for. The person that could get Erik that much closer to his goal. How could he be sleeping with the likes of one of the most sought after, dark wish granters and not know it?! He sat in silence and waited for Morrigan to continue her monologue.

“Before you, the only person to know my identity as the Djinn was The Major. I don’t actually meet the people whose wishes I grant. It’s best if people don’t know who I am. But I knew as much as they fiend for the opportunity, none of my charges would truly be up to that task that was Erik Stevens. And I was right. That flash drive–” pausing to point at the piece of metal and plastic still plotted in the crevice of his jeans “holds all the details of your revenge. Your fantasy. And as much as I would love to help you overthrow the Wakandan government I don’t believe that’s what you deeply desire.”

“You really expect me to believe that shit? ANY of that shit? After you JUST told me you one of the kids Major made? That you had me from jump? Nah! Now I know you reaching. You don’t know shit about what I want!”

“First of all, I have no doubt that revenge is what you want. What I said was it’s not what you deeply desire. Those are the types of fantasies that I grant. Your confidence in the old ‘too good to be true’ mentality is what makes you a victim of it. Everything I just told you made me The Djinn. What better person than someone who was raised to be anyone and blend in everywhere? Or do you feel that because you know The Djinn’s track record that it couldn’t possibly have been orchestrated by the frail woman that curls up to your side in bed at night? Like I said before. Everyone has their weaknesses.”

Morrigan allowed Erik to sit there with his thoughts for a moment. She was analytical. And calculated in a completely different way than him. It wasn’t enough to know what a person’s next move was. Morrigan wanted to know why they did it. The root cause behind it. And if that was the case then what the hell had she gathered about him? If revenge wasn’t what Erik deeply desired then what was?

“I really can’t see ya little ass doing shit I’ve heard about the Djinn but putting that aside for a moment” sitting up placing elbows on knees he looked at Morrigan with piercing eyes, “Tell me. What is it that I deeply desire?”

Morrigan licked at her bottom lip while holding Erik’s gaze. “You want the same thing as every other black boy from the hood Erik. A way up and out of the pit. Just on grandeur scale because you know you were made to be more. However death and destruction has taken you as far as it can with that task. You just don’t see it yet. If you really want to expose the truth and prove your birthright you need to try a different approach. That is a wish I’d grant.”

“Mmhmm. So what you get out of this?”

“You in my bed of course. Although. I’d understand if you wanna sleep down here tonight.”

“No grand fantasy of your own you chasing after, Djinn?”

“I was the Djinn before you got your famous moniker. You don’t think the first wish I granted was my own?” Morrigan challenged with quirked eyebrow. “Despite what I said to you the first night I invited you in, I fell long before you showed up with that brooding face of yours.”

~ ~ ~

Morrigan was staring down into the most captivating pools of chocolate brown as they stared back up at her while she balanced on one foot. She wore a smile on her face thanks to the victory of taming the beast in her bedroom. Even if it were only for a moment. Morrigan ran her hand down her frame before breaking away at the hip of the leg that rested on his shoulder. Using her thumb to stroke his jawline tenderly before gripping Erik’s chin. Slowly rubbing her index finger over his Adam’s apple coaxing a groan of appreciation out of him as his nails dug into her thighs at the scent of her essence getting stronger.

~ ~ ~

“I would fall from grace just to touch your face.” Erik hummed silently under his breathe in time with the memory of that night. “Convince me. Prove to me that you’re the Djinn.”

“Alexis. Your Teacher’s Assistant. She’s one of mine.”

“The girl that damn near took me down running out my office when I shut the light off on her?”

“Her mom used to lock her in the closet for extended amounts of time to keep her from tainting her brother’s innocence. The older her brother got, the more intense her punishment.”

“Wait? The Closet Slaughter. That was you?! The Djinn isn’t even credited for that.”

“Yes, that was me. And it wasn’t done for credit.”

“I see...Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.”

Morrigan couldn’t help but chuckle before correcting, “Actually Erik, in Corinthians, the devil wasn’t transformed into an angel of light. He was disguised as one. But thanks for the compliment.”

“Well as helpful as this encounter has been I’m still seeking vengeance baby girl.”

“Then leave. Find someone who has no problem serving up the vengeance and death you seek. Wishes are for the living.”

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omitted truths

Erik X OC!

Bold Italics: Flashback

Word Count: ~1900

Warnings: None

A/N: As always this was lightly proofread/ edited. Enjoy! 💋

Part 2 Part 3

Back pressed against the door Mila slide down roughly against it until she made contact. Settling on the hardwood floor with a thud. It wasn’t until a ball of fluffy white fur settled in her lap, the humming from it’s purring slowly relaxing her enough to speak. Lifting her head to the dark cloud that just shot her day to hell. “Why are you here, Erik?”

Sighing deeply before answering, “Look I know I’m the last person you want to see. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t necessary.”

Shock and denial regressing back to anger “Just fucking say it! She demanded.

“One. Watch your fucking tone Mila! And two it involves our last…day together.”

“I’m blissfully ignorant about there ever being a last anything with you.”

“Well, that sucks because there’s surveillance videos that say otherwise.” Erik retorted blankly.

Mila threw her head back as she cackled before leaving her seat on the floor going to stand right in front of Erik. “I’m sorry nigga? Correct me if I’m wrong, but it sounds like you’re trying to tell me that there’s video surveillance of a day we both agreed would NEVER be spoken of again! You’re not supposed to fucking be here! What the fuck did you do Erik?”

“Look!” Erik pinched his nose to try and combat his frustration before continuing, “Imma go get a drink at the spot down the street from here. Here’s my number if you wanna talk when you calm down, if you don’t that’s fine too. But I ain’t going away anytime soon princess.”      

That was 3 months ago. Before that day Mila’s life had been simple. Just her, her husband Noah and Midnight, their White Chinchilla Persian rescue. Life was a familiar rotation of hellos and goodbyes. Judy, the only cashier whose lane she went to because she actually knew how to properly bag groceries. Mark, the drive thru bank teller who always gave her homemade cat treats for Midnight. Janine, an overly energetic and absolutely adorable three year old toddler whose cheeks she got to pinch while waiting for her morning coffee at the hole in the wall cafe next door to her apartment building. Now there was nothing but lawyers, endless questions from everyone, staring glances from strangers and friends alike, that damn surveillance video and Erik.

“Mrs. Day?”

“Yes”

“Can you confirm that this is indeed you entering the Stevens’ residence?”

“It is”

“And what were you doing there?”

“Visiting an old friend, sir”

“Friend is an interesting word considering I have it under good authority that you and Mr. Stevens dated exclusively for three years before the date in question.” Mila silently scoffed at the word exclusively. That would imply a monogamist relationship, something Erik wasn’t capable of.

“Objection your honor! That wasn’t a question!” Mila’s lawyer quipped almost immediately.

“You’re right counselor! Let me rephrase, Mrs. Day how do you know Mr. Stevens? From the beginning please.” The prosecutor corrected.

For the first time since this all began Mila looked over to Erik. He just smirked and nodded. “Alright then, the beginning. Mr. Stevens and I met sophomore year of high school. We began dating the summer of junior year and were dating on and off until about six months before that footage when I met my husband.”

The man who was dead set on proving Mila was some sort of informant for Erik was now scrabbling through his notes and mumbling to himself. His unraveling was truly as sight to see. Hmm, I guess the truth will really set you free, Mila thought to herself.

“B-but that can’t be true,” he sounded defeated as his frantic search through his files subsided, “unless, unless…” he never got to complete that thought thanks to the FBI agent who stormed into the court rushing straight up to the judge handing him a file with a big red CLASSIFIED stamp on it. After skimming the file, the pasty white man swallowed hard looking at Mila.

“Witness dismissed! Thank you Mrs. Day for your cooperation up until this point. You are no longer needed.” He then turned to face the rest of the room, “Court is adjourned for the remained of the day! With the exception of Mrs. Day everyone is expected back tomorrow morning.”

The ride home from the courthouse was the same it’s been since the trail started, deafly quite. All Noah wanted to talk about was Erik and Mila just wanted things to go back to normal. To take a long hot bath with a glass of wine and her ‘Chill Vibes’ playlist and finally, to wake up tomorrow like none of this ever happened.

“Mila, can you please tell me what the hell is going on? What was in that file? That was the fucking FBI! Who are you?”

“I was fine until you came in here demanding answers to shit above your level of clearance Noah” Mila snapped sipping her Merlot. “But since you wanna know so damn bad I’ll tell you when I get out. Until then I’d pack my shit if I was you. You won’t even admit to knowing me after today.” As the door to the bathroom shut behind Noah, Mila’s phone dinged with a message.

Erik 😓: Still hate me?

Mila: Yes!

As Mila moved throughout her bedroom getting dressed she noticed Noah had taken her advice. His side of the closet was empty and his toiletries no longer took up space on the dresser. Of all the things that she should feel in the moment, relief shouldn’t have been one of them. But she was ready for this to all be over. Dressed in a gray and blue pajama shorts set complete with blue knee high socks, Mila found Noah sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands.

“Look. This wont be easy to hear,’ She started ‘I’ll answer any questions you have after I’ve finished.”

“Well…”

“My name,’ Mila took a breath before continuing ‘My real name is Briana Clark. I’m originally from Oakland, CA. And I’ve been in Witness Protection since 2011.”

“That’s a year before we met.”

“I was placed as a means to keep my identity secret from Erik’s enemies and me away from Erik.”

“But you went to see him that day. I was in court. I watched the damn video!”

“Pretty sure I asked you to let me finish first but fine! Yes, I did got to see Erik that day. I broke protocol, but when I got a text from an unknown number on my phone with a photo of me and Erik from a class trip.”

“How the fuck is that important Mila? Or Briana? Or whoever the fuck you are?”

“It’s important because when I entered Witness Protection one of my conditions was that all evidence of me and Erik’s relationship before college was destroyed! That’s picture should’ve been destroyed!”

“You were in there for almost three hours! You expect me to believe that’s all that happened? You told him about some damn picture someone texted you?”

“At this point, I don’t care what you believe. No matter what I tell you, you’ve already come up with your own answers.” Briana pulled the antique gold ring off before sliding it towards Noah on the table. “Here, I know what it means your family.”­–––

Briana woke up to someone banging on her front door. “Alright, alright I’m coming! Stop fucking banging!” Two in the damn morning, this better be fucking good Briana thought. After swinging the door open her instincts told her to slam it shut again but his boot in the door jam let her know that wouldn’t work so she just stepped out the way letting him enter. “You have court six hours. What do you want Erik?”

“What? No thank you? If it wasn’t for me your mans would’ve heard in court what you were really doing at my crib that day.”

She didn’t have to see his face to know he was wearing his signature shit eating grin. The one he gave whenever he was feeling himself, which was always. “Yes! Thank you for revealing my being in Witness Protection because of your stupid ass decisions and uprooting my life yet again. How could I fucking forget?”

Erik stomped his way over to Briana grabbing her by the neck and pushing her against the wall, “Watch your fucking tone with me girl!” he growled before using his thumb moving her head to the side whispering in her ear “Besides, you know that’s not what I was referring to love.” Erik released his grin around her throat before he made his way into the kitchen. Refrigerator door open about to grab a bottle of water before the door was slammed shut just missing his fingers.

“Like I said three fucking months ago when you showed up before catapulting my life to shit, I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about! Get the fuck out Erik!”

“Nah!”

“Erik. Please. Just go” all the fight starting to fade into desperation.

“Nah. I’ll leave when you admit it” Erik deadpanned before picking up Midnight and petting him taking a seat. “I’m waiting Bri.”

Looking out the window as it started to rain Briana thought back to what should’ve been her last day with Erik.

“Hey, I can’t believe you’re here”

“Don’t get used to it. After today I’m gone Erik”

“Yeah, I got that. So what you want?”

“A parting gift”

Erik looked up about question further only to see Briana standing in his living room stark naked with her coat in a puddle by her feet. “Damn!” was all he could say in response as he stride over to her. Briana jumped into Erik’s embrace wrapping her legs around his waist as he attacked her neck with nibbles and kisses while ascending to his bedroom. “You sure about this princess” he asked from between her thighs with his member hovering by her apex. Briana sat up on her elbows kissing Erik’s lips lightly before nodding her head and letting out a hushed yes.

Sex with Erik was always an event. He took pride in knowing Briana’s body better than she did. Bringing her to her peak over and over again without remorse or any signs of slowing down. Totally selfless. All things that set her over the edge but not what she wanted. Needed. Briana wanted to hear Erik recite something he’s told her many times but she stopped believing. She needed to hear it until she was convinced that she truly was okay with everything she’d ever known being gone after today.

“T-Tell me. Tell me, that you love me” Briana breathed through moans.

“I love you” he spoke into her neck. The vibrations against her neck causing her walls to tighten.

“Again.”

“I love you princess” Erik grunted, picking up his pace.

“Fuck! A-again! Please!”

“I. Love. You.” each word punctuated by a hard thrust right to her sweet spot.

Once her body stopped convulsing underneath him Briana took a deep breathe, sitting up on the bed. Looking over her shoulder, Erik was laid out staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. “This never happened.”

Erik turned his head looking Briana in the eyes before nodding “I got it”.

“I love you. Goodbye Erik.”

“What do you want me to admit to exactly? That if you weren’t so hell bent on things being done your way none of this would’ve even happened?”

“That you never stopped loving me.”

“You were a huge staple in my life. You taught and showed me things I’d never know otherwise. I wouldn’t be who I am if I never knew you but love? My love for you along with the memory of that day, no matter how vividly I remember it, is the truth I choose to omit Erik.”

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Update

I planned on writing up a fully detailed life update to accompany this but I’m really not in the mental state. This is a comprehensive list of all the projects I’ve been pecking at here and there. Now that my work schedule is fading back to normal I should have more time to rededicate to my writing.

Killmonger

Series:

Omitted Truths Interlude- Lime Green Jello: It’s everyone’s favorite knife wielding bestie’s birthday

Respite: Eli (and everyone else) gets what she wants

High Heels: We’re getting a break from the angst (why do you allow me to be so mean?)

Peripeteia: Morrigan takes Erik to work

Spellbound: Dark Fic/New OC!

The Boy Who Cried Freedom: Song fic series based on the five track ep by Jacob Banks

Song Fics:

Worthy: Young Erik

One-Shots:

Daffodils (Alternate Version): This is a stand alone from the other story

Poems

Tattooed Memories

Phoenix

Cherry

Over Come

Destruction

JJWJ

Nirvana 

E.E. Cummings

The Tales of Milly

Coffee Grounds: Ishe tries something new

Dated: 1.13.2019

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Res·pite

Erik x OC! (Eli)

Bold Italics: Inner Dialogue 

Word Count: ~2070 (including lyrics)

Warnings: None

Listening Suggestions: Like This by JoJo

A/N: Lightly proofread/ edited. Enjoy! 💋

res·pite ˈrespət,rēˈspīt/ noun: a short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant.

Erik’s POV:

Inside past security was a set of frosted glass double doors. There was obvious movement and colorful strobe lights flashing wildly beyond them, making the scene within appear to be more like a rave than a club. Imma kill that nigga for suggesting this place. Long lashes and hazel eyes connected with his through auburn colored bangs from behind a small desk. Confidence dripped off her petite frame as she handed him a pair of headphones with a smile before licking of her lips. He returned the gesture with a flash of the gold caps adorning his bottom canines, “What a nigga need these for?” he asked with raised eyebrow.

Mirroring his expression, “This must be your first time huh, handsome?” Chuckling while she pushed her hair behind one ear she continued, “It’ll will be more fun if ya wear em” nodding her head towards the door daring him to venture further.

Erik thought that the frosted doors outside were just muffling the pounding of the music that was sure to assault his eardrums upon stepping through them. Instead he’s left looking around the sea of scantly clad bodies swaying to a rhythm he couldn’t hear. Everyone’s movements blending together and the light of their glowing jewelry not being able to keep up with the swinging arms and winding hips they were connected to surrounding him. Just as he was turning around to speak to the girl at the desk again Erik’s eyes found the DJ, who happened to be looking right at him. Being the only person not dancing he must’ve stuck out like a sore thumb. She pointed to the headphones adorning her bald head and winked before directing her attention back to the turntables bobbing her head to the beat.  

It’ll be more fun if ya wear em

In the presence of others getting taken on the same musical journey while strangely feeling completely wrapped up in a world all his own, Erik found himself in somewhat of a euphoric state that could only be rivaled by sex. After weaving through the masses of dancing lights, thirsty glances and spilled drinks Erik found a throne to perch for the night. It was a black leather couch in the back with two tables on either side of jaguars with circular glass tops. Sitting back as he sparked the blunt that was tucked away in his pocket Erik glanced forward and grinned, noticing he’d sat directly in front of the DJ booth. It’s the same exact buzz you get as when you snag the seat directly under the projector in the movie theatre. Blunt between his lips, arms stretched on the back of the couch feeling like a true king completely in his element. Erik’s gaze snapped towards the movement descending from above the DJ booth. Is that a cage? The strobe lights dimmed to a warm flicker as a soft blue spotlight slowly descended upon the cage until­­­­­­––

Her kinky curls hang loose underneath the headphones. Her tendrils were stretching and bouncing in sync with her movements. Mane mimicking the way the smoke from his blunt curved around the air before fading out. Feet covered in white high top Chucks. Exposed deep bronze colored skin trailing up her legs to her black shorts that could’ve been underwear with how small and fitted to her curves they were. Her plain white tee rising the tiniest bit revealing her midriff whenever she extended her arms towards the heavens. She wound her body to the flow of the beat, the sway of her hips and slight bounce of her ass captivated him. Her head fell back, face towards the ceiling revealing the fact that she was also blindfolded. Hidden mainly because her back was facing him but also thanks to her thick curls hiding the tied knot of satin that kept it in place. Extending both arms out, her hands just barely floated beyond the bars of the cage. And with a “come hither” motion two more girls are made visible that are housed in smaller cages of their own.

Suddenly a voice rang through his headphones, “Please allow me to introduce you to the beauties above me” the DJ began. “On the right we have Emily, she’s the auburn beauty that gave you all headphones tonight and on the left is Alicia; it’s her first night so be more nice than naughty” she quipped. “Last but not least, the goddess in the center is Eli”. Eli. That’s the name he’d been waiting to hear, licking his lips hungrily as he recited it to himself in his head again. Erik didn’t know what it was about Eli, but he wanted her. Breaking Erik from his thoughts she continued “I’m your DJ Mahkayla and Welcome to Res·pite!”

Erik was so wrapped up in watching Eli dance and thinking of all the things he would do to her when he had the chance that he almost didn’t notice the bottle girl that had walked over. Setting down a napkin before placing a glass on top and filling it with Hennessey. “I ain’t order that” he deadpanned removing the headphones from one ear.

“I know” she giggled pointing towards Mahkayla “Compliments of the DJ. Tea is her roommate”. And with that she stepped back out of sight.

“Aye!” Erik spoke a little more eager than he would’ve liked. Stopping in her tracks but not speaking allowing him to continue, “Lemme ask you somethin”. Picking up on the lust dripping from his voice the bottle girl turned back in Erik’s direction giving a low yes. “What you think my odds are of getting close to Eli?”

Quickly shaking off the shock of his brashness she returned to where Erik was, sitting down next to him. Smiling she placed a hand on Erik’s shoulder giving him her full attention, “Ask her yourself, if you’re really that brave”.

“Oh, I am.” Erik smirked.

“Cocky aren’t we?” noting the head nod he gave in response she continued “Well, fair warning no one else has come close to bedding Eli but tonight may be your lucky night”.

Humming lowly Erik inquired further, “And why is that ma?”

“Because that painting is her favorite” pointing to the mural of two jaguars standing on their hind legs reaching up towards a crown in the center. It had the view of a dark purple and deep blue sunset in the background. Bringing his attention back to her, “It’s the first thing Eli looks at when she takes off her blindfold and since you’re sitting here­­––” pausing as she moved to stand, “you gonna be the first person she sees”. Erik’s head glanced up towards her now towering figure but all she did was offer a playful wink leaving him with that thought bomb.

 Eli’s POV:

The way Eli moved was effortless. Anyone paying attention could tell that she was totally enveloped in the high that Mahkayla’s music was giving her. Body twisting, rolling and winding inside the confines of her cage like it wasn’t even there. But she never felt freer than when dancing at Res·pite. The music flowed through her and she allowed it to guide her movements. The addition of the blindfold was more for her than anyone else, as it was a means to prolong the high.

The instrumental version of “Like This” by JoJo started to pulse through her headphones. Eli immediately felt a wave of warmth hit her from recognizing the beat, as if that was her personal cue to finally remove her blindfold. Hand going to the back of her head Eli gently tugged on the satin tie releasing the knot before lifting it in the air and dropping it outside her cage. She watched it flutter to the stage below, just behind Mahkayla. Slowly raising her eyes to the painting at the back of the club, only to be greeted by a sight she could only describe as perfection. Like his presence was the one thing that it had been missing the whole time. What little she did see made the hair on the back of her neck rise up. His ensemble was all black with the two gold chains hanging from his neck being the only touch of color. One appeared to be held down by something, a ring maybe? And a boyishly handsome grin showcasing white teeth, no doubt a welcomed surprise. Eli can’t help but feel compelled to hold eye contact as she began to move again, lips quietly reciting the words to the chorus of the song from memory.

“He told me that he like this, he like this/ He wanna take his time with me, like this/ Let me show you how I wind it, like this/ Let me show you like, like, show you like, like/ Take your body downtown, but right round/ Like you better with the lights down, but right down/ Higher than the ceiling, hotter than the sun/ You want some of me? Baby come get some, l-l-like”

Seeing as how this was the first time Eli ever actually made eye contact with someone while dancing it was a wonder she was so calm about it. But something about his presence in her favorite spot just made her want to see how long he could hold her gaze now that her amber eyes weren’t hidden behind that blindfold. Something he was clearly waiting for, seeing as how his gaze never faltered.

It seemed like an eternity passed before the song faded out into yet another. With that Eli blew kiss and winked before crossing her legs, removing her headphones bending at the waist taking a bow. Curls cascading like a waterfall towards her feet as the blue spotlight rose up before cutting off leaving only Emily and Alicia visible.

Making her way to the bar Eli stops when she sees October. “Hey sexy girl!” she cooed in her ear hugging her from behind.

“Hey lover!” October responded turning to give Eli a peck on the cheek.

“October. Who’s that in my happy place?”

Chuckling, knowing exactly who her friend was talking about, “All I know is he’s one of Tea’s boys. Mahkayla had me bring him a bottle of Henny on the house and...­­” she dramatically paused.

“And what bitch?” Eli spat pinching October’s arm.

“Owe! Okay, okay! He basically asked me what what you like and I told him to ask you himself” she spilled out.

“Well…in that case, you know where to find me love”. October nodded before continuing her way back to the bar.

Eli stalked her way towards her mystery man until he was in full view. Arms by his sides, hands intertwined with each other in his lap and head rested against the couch with shut eyes. Dreads, braided back neatly and both ears covered by the headphones, listening to whatever mix Mahkayla was currently pumping out. Eli sat down on the table next to his drink, finally making her presence known when she gently squeezed Erik’s knee. Internally jumping out his skin before his eyes settled on the sight before him. Dimples coming into full view as he smiled at her. Removing his headphones completely while as she drank straight from the bottle of Henny on the table.

“Aye! Eli right?”

Putting up a finger to pause the starting conversation so she could down the large gulp she just took before snapping back, “Now see…that’s not fair. I don’t know your name”.

He chose to ignore the pulse that boomed through him at the sound of her voice, “Erik”.

“Erik. You look like you have something you wanna ask me”.

“Yeah. What I gotta do for you to leave wit me?”

Big dick energy much? Eli thought to herself as she shook her head at his question. Her next move totally unexpected, as she leaned forward looking down at the chains against his chest and something else, momentarily. Gently sliding her finger into the ring and tugging on it bringing Erik’s face mere centimeters away from hers. Seeing his eyes blown wide open with lust Eli bit her lip smiling in response, “You really trying to get into something tonight huh Erik?

Breathing deeply, “You know I am ma. So what do you say?”

“Well…Erik. You’re gonna have to do something for me then.”

“Meaning what exactly, princess?”

Eli laughed at the pet name but the look in her eyes afterwards let him know just how serious her next words were. “Get in my cage!” 😈

A/N: The inspiration for how Respite operates i.e. the importance of the headphones came from the ending of a random episode of the TV show “Lethal Weapon”. Its essentially what I imagine a “silent” rave would be like, but more fun 🤷🏾‍♀️

Also, I have this affinity for names and what they mean and sometimes incorporate that into the characters personality. Eli means: Ascend/ High and Erik means: Eternal Ruler/ Honorable Ruler

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Tell Me...

Italics are inner dialogue 

~ symbolizes time shift

Word count: ~545 (I don’t know what’s up with all the short chapters but...🤷🏾‍♀️)

A/N: Been wanting to write but in a block period until a certain someone reblogged something lol. You know who you are! Lightly proof read as always.

“Tell me how much you love it”

~

Milly had been serving Ishe attitude because she was salty about not getting her way. Ishe randomly decided to go out with Ace and few other guys. Sporting her dark purple colored babydoll with the matching crotchless thong Milly clearly didn’t get the memo. 

“I don’t like when you tell me to ask for what I want and then when I tell you, you tell me to wait” she spat.

“Why are you doing this right now, Temp? I’m not even going to be out that long” Ishe responded turning his face up slightly from lacing his sneakers curving up the edges of his mouth giving her a tiny smile. Slightly second guessing his decision to step out with the boys at the sight of Milly in his favorite color.

“Oh he think he slick?!” Milly smirked while silently acknowledging the pulse that had originated from between her thighs at the use of his new pet name for her. Temptress. Bottom lip pulled between her teeth Milly inhaled sharply through her nose before breathing out slow. Finally reconnecting her eyes with Ishe’s through tight lips Milly let out a hushed “That wasn’t fair.” If it wasn’t for Ishe now standing in front of her, he would’ve missed it.

Lifting his hand to rub the pad of his thumb on her cheek Ishe meekly replied “I know. You gonna give me a kiss before I go? You know you want one.” All Ishe could do was shake his head and chuckle to himself as Milly stared at him intently before lifting up onto her tip toes placing her lips to his, retrieving her kiss. Slowly pulling out of the kiss while still keeping a firm grip of Milly’s bare ass, “I love you miss”.

“Uh huh” Milly responded breaking herself from his grasp to shimmy up the stairs to peel out of her outfit and into something more appropriate for a solo night of Netflix and popcorn.

~

Alas all that attitude had gotten Milly more than what she asked for which is how she ended up in her current situation. Silk blindfold covering her eyes rendering her blind. Arms crossed behind her back tinging with pain whenever she tried to brace herself from the impact of Ishe drilling into her sans mercy, due to the rope that bound her arms into place. The sound of her ass impacting with Ishe’s hips being the only audible noise besides their synchronized moans. Only thing keeping her from falling face first into the mattress being Ishe’s hold on her trembling frame. The nails of his dominate hand digging into her shoulder surely breaking the skin. His other hand doing the same to her hip.

Milly groaned lowly in relief as Ishe released his death grip on her shoulder moving his hand to the mattress, the inside of his elbow grazing her waist with every stroke. Dropping her head at the same time relishing in the minimally increased amount physical contact. Causing a radianting heat to pulse through her. Milly’s bliss was short lived as Ishe’s chin graced her cheek, facial hair awakening her nerve endings there. Lips barely brushing against her earlobe, “Tell me how much you love it”.

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You Owe Me!

I haven’t written shit in years and prose isn't really my genre but this is happening 🤷🏾‍♀️ I’m forcing myself to post. Lightly proofread. But anyway, here’s my little OC! baby...

A/N: Bold italics are song lyrics

Word Count: ~1750

Warnings: None?!

Milly had been running on autopilot all day. Only getting four hours of sleep, and didn’t have time to smoke before work. Plus, she was just sick of being affected by everyone’s negative energy. You could understand why she couldn’t wait to just get home and shower away the filth of all things today. Ishe was still sleep in bed when Milly got in, “Let me tip toe my way into the bathroom”, she thought to herself.

As the hot water from the shower ran over her, Milly started to feel less bogged down from today’s events. Finally letting out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding on to. Her whole body relaxing as the tension washed away down the drain with the suds. After finishing the rest of her shower routine Milly makes her way into their bedroom. Ishe’s now awake, sitting in bed watching dumbass fight videos on WorldStar.

“How was work?” Ishe asked not even bothering to look up from his phone.  

“Absolute shit! The fucking AC broke in the whole damn building and there was mandatory staff training today. Being stuck in a room full of sweaty balls, desperation and body heat is a FUCKING nightmare”! Milly recants as she searched through the small pile of clothes on her side of the bed for a specific pair of pajama shorts. As Milly continues to rant Ishe begins to make his way over to the desk in the opposite corner of the room.  

“Damn!” Ishe manages to squawk out before silently laughing, suddenly more glad that he was off today. And he would never admit it but it was kinda turning him on, “Imma load up Coral for you so you can get some down time. Sounds like you need it”! He turns to face forward in the seat to continue loading when he adds on, “Plus, I’m kinda scared for my boys” losing focus again and instinctively grabbing his junk with his non-dominant hand. Looking at her briefly through the mirror Ishe begins taking in just how compromising Milly’s current position is. Bent over at the waist totally oblivious to her surroundings, head deep in a pile of clothes that all happened to be varying shades of black, completely nude.

“You should be!” Milly chuckled while rolling her eyes at his half-failed attempt to lighten the mood. Coral is Milly’s three-piece; 3D printed stackable water pipe. Couldn’t 100% compare to the glass piece she normally used but it was a good conversation starter. And the bitch hit, HARD! “Anyway…thank you! I’m probably gonna take a hit or two, clear my Instagram and then come down stairs so we can finally go out and do the food shopping”. Ishe already in motion to the door at this point since he was done with Coral, paused slightly to look over his shoulder back to her with his left eyebrow raised, “Bet!”

 ~

 “Damn!” Ishe says to himself looking at the time on his phone and realizing that Milly is probably dead to the world. On his way to use the bathroom he peaks his head in the room to see and sure enough, she was knocked out. “Food shopping my ass”, Ishe thought to himself continuing to head to the bathroom. On his way out, after having decided to just go to the store without her Ishe stopped to take in the sight before him. Milly was sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a pair black running shorts with a pink trimming. They accentuated her ass, which made them his favorite. The lack of a top left Milly’s back tattoo on display. Full sized angel wings with the quote “angels speak to those who silence their minds long enough to hear” in script tracing along her spine pulling the whole piece together. Of all her tattoos this was the one that made Ishe worship the ground Milly walked on. It was mostly because of the deliberate imperfections she had the tattoo artist incorporate. Milly was adamant about the wings looking frayed and slightly scorched. Burned even, as if she literally fell from heaven. She had fallen asleep with her phone in her right hand and with her left on the side of her face making it look like she was adjusting her glasses. Feeling his dick twitch Ishe stuck his tongue out, licking his bottom lip while looking to his phone for the time. “Fuck! Let me get this damn store before it get busy.” Ishe thinks to himself running down the stairs. Ignoring his slight erection.

~

 Shameful to say she woke up about 3 hours later to a quite house and messages from Ishe.

Ishe:

You owe me!

I had to go food shopping by myself 😭

I’ll be back soon though. I’m down the street catching up with Ace. I love you miss!

Still kinda groggy she rereads his messages before dragging the screen from right to left so she could see the time stamp. Eyes shooting to the top of the screen at the time, “FUCK!” Milly shouted while sitting up and fixing her glasses. “Did I really just knock out for 3 fucking hours? What the fuck?” She questioned as her fingers hovered over the phone momentarily thinking of what to finally reply to Ishe.

Milly:

I’m sorry daddy! I guess I was more tired than I thought. Love you too! 💋

Milly smiled to herself as the message sent. She then proceeds to grab one of Ishe’s oversized shirts that she’s claimed and made her way the kitchen to find something to eat. Waking up with the munchies is a bitch!

“…I, I'm a do you dirty/ Say you love me now, baby, it's too early/ I, I'm a do you dirty/ You think you love me now, I think you should be worried…” Milly was dancing around the kitchen shoving her face with fruit while singing along to Kehlani’s “Do U Dirty” when Ishe returned home with Ace in tow. Ace was Ishe’s good friend he met a couple jobs ago and they just stayed in touch. Plus, he was pretty reliable when your personal connect was out of town. The three smoked, chilled and blurted out their random stoner thoughts while watching Ridiculousness. And would all slightly cringe every time Chanel laughed uncontrollably.

 ~

Milly can’t really register when it happened but eventually she was gone to the point where the only things on her mind were sex and sleep. Thinking to herself “Yup, I’m definitely fucking high”! Immediately after the image of riding the shit out Ishe popped into her head. Biting her lip, her core clamped down on nothing, just as her bundle of nerves pulsed at the thought simultaneously. Making it even harder to push the now intrusive images out her mind.

 “…I'm your doctor, when in need/ Want some coke, have some weed/ You know me, I'm your friend…” Curtis Mayfield’s “Pusherman” suddenly blaring from Ace’s plug phone finally broke Milly out her thoughts. She looked up to see Ishe staring at her. Her eyes grew wide as her clouded mind registered that she was squeezing her thighs together. And to make things worse, she was still biting her bottom lip. Ishe raises his eyebrow and glides his tongue across his bottom lip when their eyes meet. The motion causing Milly to shutter in her seat as a chill ran up her spine under his hungry gaze. She could feel his eyes undressing her but couldn’t will herself to look away. Ishe was the first to break the intense glance, to look over at Ace. The sound of his voice made his presence remembered.

 “Yeah I got you ma. Give me 15” Ace responding to the person on the phone before hanging up, “Yo, Ishe, I’ll catch you later bruh. This fine girl that found me on Instagram tryna buy a quarter”. “Uh huh nigga. Whatever.” Ishe responds with a half smirk, it’s obvious he didn’t believe Ace at all. “You are such a man whore Ace! Don’t let your bad guy antics rub off on Ishe or we gonna be fightin!” Milly interjected while gathering things for their retreat upstairs since their company was leaving. Ishe and Ace both side eyed each other before letting out a huge laugh looking back at Milly. Ace responding to her threat, “You know I learned everything I know from YO nigga right?” thumb pointing to her beau. Ishe fake gasped and clutched his imaginary pearls before backhanding Ace in the arm catching him off guard, “Don’t be telling my girl that shit man!”  Milly just shock her head at their childishness and continued her way up the stairs.

 ~

 Ishe finally begin to go upstairs after playing Xbox Live with his cousin for a few games of Black Ops. Milly’s knocked out clutching a stuffed elephant from Ikea in the center of the bed with the light and TV on. Abandoning the shorts she looked so hard for back into the pile, now only wearing Ishe’s shirt. Left leg bent at the knee causing the shirt to rise up, leaving her ass fully exposed. The sight alone was teasing Ishe, almost daring him to do something. The buzz from the weed was starting to fully take over along with the feeling of his dick making his pants tight once again. Ishe couldn’t help but to act on the images that flashed through his mind while staring down at Milly from the doorway.

 Slowly moving to hover over Milly, Ishe further examined the current state of his lover. Her copper colored skin was begging to be caressed. Her thick thighs untouched by any marks or ink. Full round bottom looking inviting as fuck. Ishe’s hand twitched as the urge to smack it came over him, “Not yet” he thought bringing his slight inner turmoil to a halt. Bypassing what was underneath that shirt for now, he started to make Milly stir underneath him. Ishe showered her with deliberate and needy kisses along the back and right side of her neck. When Ishe gently sucked on that sweet spot right behind Milly’s ear it earned him a sleepy moan right before Milly let out a weak “Mmm?” before scrunching up her face and prying her eyes open. Attempting to familiarize herself with the now pitch black bedroom. Just as she’s starting to come to, Milly’s whole body grows stiff as Ishe leans back down barely hovering over her with his mouth a feather’s touch away from her ear. “I told you...You owe me!” Ishe’s voice deep but barely above a whisper as he slowly inched inside of her…

Final Notes:

I’m a sucker for unisex names with interesting meanings 🙃

Milly- Latin origin: means hard worker of gentle strength

Ishe- African origin: means God, lord or leader

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Payback

Bold Italics: Inner dialogue 

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: Took a break from Erik to show my original OC’s love. This is number 1 of 2 updates, but they don't have to be read in order. I figured I’d drop a light one because The Void is a heavy installment. And as always this was lightly proofread/edited. Enjoy 💋

I know this man didn’t just…le sigh. “So Imma need you to stop,” Milly barked at Ishe over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the television. Black Panther was finally out on Netflix and Milly was excited to watch it again with the added bonus of having subtitles because a bitch is deaf. She loved Ishe but his disrespect would not be tolerated today.

“What are you talking about Mich––” Ishe started before being cut off.

“Not today Satan! Can you just stop and watch the movie?” Milly quipped trying to dead this.

Ishe chuckled under his breath, “Are you done?” Adding more bass to his voice this time, “All I was saying was that­­­––”

“ERIK AND MICHAEL ARE NOT THE SAME PERSON!” Just…Breathe. Milly inhaled deeply before breathing slowly out her mouth, then she quickly rose up from her position between Ishe’s legs.

Yup, she’s been reading WAYYY too many stories, Ishe thought to himself while pinching the bridge of his nose before attempting to speak without getting cut off...again. “So. You do know that he’s a character right? Erik is a character played by Michael B. Jordan right? And Erik’s not real.” Milly closes her eyes trying her hardest to just ignore Ishe’s need to dismantle all good things with logic. When he finished Milly turned slowly until their eyes met. Her pupils barely visible as her dark drown irises appeared to change hue. If looks could kill.    

“Okay so…I’m not doing this. How about I go shower and when I get out we can go run errands?” It was phrased as a question but seeing as how Milly was already in motion it was clearly more a plan of action. Ishe just sat in the same position chuckling to himself watching her rummage through the dresser drawers picking out an outfit and tossing it onto the bed before making her way to the bathroom.

Glancing to where she tossed her clothes to see what she picked out Ishe smiled as he shook his head before moving to start getting himself ready. “Of course she picked out all black again. Fucking vampire.”

“Not a vampire just know what I like” Milly quipped from a distance.

“Aren’t you supposed to be taking a shower miss?”

“I’m getting in now if you must know!”

“Get off Tumblr and shower so we can get moving.”

“One; Not on Tumblr thank you. Two; If you’re not dressed when I get out I’m hurting you! That’s your one and only warning Sir.”

Milly just shook her head as she walked back in the room to the sight of Ishe sitting on the edge of the bed next to her clothes in nothing but boxers and mix matched socks. She side eyed him the entire time she got dressed and he continued to just sit there on his phone. When fully dressed Milly took a look at her outfit in her vanity. Black shorts that came down just enough to keep her thighs from sticking together, when she’s not sitting down. Paired with a simple black tank top sans lace and a Suicide Girls zip-up hoodie from the Blackheart Burlesque show she attended in NYC a few years back. The only pop of color in her ensemble being her grey Chuck Taylors. Content with what she had on Milly put on her silver hoop earrings as she glared at Ishe in the mirror when a light bulb went off. Milly discreetly grabbed a pillow off the bed before darting it at Ishe’s head catching him off guard. Taking advantage of his brief moment of disorientation Milly ran over and snatched Ishe’s phone out of his hand before flying down the stairs laughing like a mad woman.

Finally recovering from Milly’s sneak attack, “You gonna pay for that!” Ishe called out as he finally got up to get dressed. First she wants to fight over movie characters and now she wants to throw shit and snatch phones. Bet!

“Whatever. How you gonna rush me and then not be ready?” Milly managed to get out even though she was still standing bent over hands on knees trying to catch her breath. That shouldn’t have been as funny as it was. “Besides I do remember issuing a warning. Just saying” Milly shrugged her shoulders as if he was actually there to see it.

After getting all the bills paid, just as they were about to make their way to the supermarket Milly announced that she was hungry. Ishe rolled his eyes knowing what was coming next “Okay we can get food after the store.”

“Shopping hungry? Yeah that’s gonna be a no for me. I’m just gonna pick up a whole bunch of junk”.

Here we go. “Okay” Ishe sighed before continuing, “What do you want to eat?” A part of Ishe died when his question was met with pure silence. Until of course she just bust out laughing while bringing her hands up to cover her mouth looking anywhere but over at Ishe in the driver’s seat. “You don’t know. Do you?” Milly just shyly looked up at Ishe shaking her head no, hands still in front of her face but doing very little to hide her big ass smile of shame. “Okay.’ Ishe drummed he’s thumbs on the steering wheel as he quickly thought of the options in the area, driving kinda slow before spotting something, ‘Wendy’s it is!” Ishe said pulling in and making his way to the drive-thru. “I honestly don’t even know why I ask you anymore” Ishe groaned side eyeing Milly.

“Because the one time you don’t Imma know what I want” Milly finally spoke up before sticking out her tongue.  

Ishe removed on hand from the wheel and motioned like he was going to pinch Milly’s tongue, “I’d be careful if I was you. I still haven’t gotten you back for earlier, Temp”. Milly’s whole body pulsed hearing the pet name causing her mouth to snap shut along with her legs. Got her. Ishe thought to himself, pulling up to the service window.  

The rest of the day they did this. Just taking little jabs at each other. As they were about to retreat into the house for the night Milly’s phone lit up with a notification.

LittleBit: What you doin? I miss you 😭

Milly: Lemme get this food in the house and we’ll come through.

“I told Margie that we would come over. It’s been awhile”

“If that’s what you wanna do.”

“I said we had to bring the food home first.”

“That would be the smart thing to do”

Milly huffed loudly as she nudged Ishe’s head with her index and pointer fingers. The rest of the ride was quite after that, with no retaliation coming from Ishe. Not entirely sure if this was a win or not Milly opted for scrolling through her phone and not poking the bear. Not like it would save her anyway. After they put away all the groceries Milly ran to their bedroom to switch out her shorts for pair of black leggings. Midway pulling her leggings up Milly’s whole body froze. Her mind going blank at the feeling of Ishe’s fingers teasing her uncovered nether region. Hands tightening their grip on her leggings in response before letting out an involuntary moan. Removing his fingers and replacing his hands with Milly’s Ishe finished pulling up her leggings. “Payback is so sweet” Ishe grinned as at Milly as he licked his fingers with a big smile.

“I hate you...so much right now. You have no fucking idea.” Milly grunted as she stomped down the stairs. Once they arrived at Margie’s they immediately settle in with the gossip as Margie fixed them drinks. All this would’ve been enough to take her mind off the throbbing between her legs if it wasn’t for that fact that whenever no one was paying attention Ishe would start messing with her. Squeezing her thigh. Grabbing her ass when she leaned over to pick up her drink from by her feet. Running his knuckle along the back of her ear. Whispering shit in her ear. Driving Milly completely insane as she tried to not let on that his antics were getting to her.

Finally reaching her limit with this impromptu edging session Milly gives Ishe the ‘I’m ready to leave’ look. When Milly was hugging her friend goodbye Margie unknowingly added to Milly’s torture with the simplest of gestures. Still gripped in the goodbye hug an extremely affectionate and very drunk Margie kissed the pulse point on the left side of Milly’s neck. Causing Milly’s whole body to seize. “Whoa! Gettin’ kinda touchy there ain’t ya?” Ishe questioned completely amused at the sight of Milly trying not to lose her shit and Margie being 100% oblivious.

“What? No? I’m just hugging her bye”. Margie’s New Jersey accent very thick making her slurred speech a little easier to interpret.

“You definitely just kissed her neck Marg.”

“No! Did I?” Margie questioned now looking at Milly for confirmation. Milly couldn’t even speak. She opted for just nodding yes slowly with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

On the way home Milly just tried to ignore the lingering tingle originating from the spot where Margie kissed her neck while simultaneously trying to drown out Ishe’s laughter.

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The Tales of Milly Masterlist

Previously just called: Milly x Ishe 

Started: July 14 2018

Last Update: October 1 2018

Total Installments to Date: 7

The post that started it all: Here

A/N: Unless numbered these don't have to be read in order. 

You Owe Me

You Owe Me 2

Down the Rabbit Hole

Down the Rabbit Hole 2

Tell Me...

Payback

The Void

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Down the Rabbit Hole

Italic are inner dialogue

Bold Italics are song lyrics

A/N: This is a continuation of the You Owe Me story. Wanted to dig into the characters more. Short chapter, Milly’s POV, No Ishe this chapter, Lightly proofread

Warnings: Disassociation, Angst?

Word Count: ~770

With a lazy stretch and a low groan Milly reaches her arm out picking up her phone from the nightstand. Head still facedown in her pillow. Shifting her head Milly opens one eye with a squint to view her screen. 7:00AM. Milly arose swinging her legs over the side of the bed as a sense of dread washed over her. Deeply sighing Milly pleaded to herself “At least do your morning routine, Milly. If nothing else.” After a few moments Milly forces herself to stand up. Raising her arms above her head slightly leaning backwards to crack her back.  Shuffling her way to the bathroom immediately after.

 That feeling didn’t leave her, even after her forced self care. Staring at herself in the mirror with nothing but her thoughts to stir the silence Milly’s mind began to spiral. She forgot her phone in the bedroom so it was completely silent, no music to distract her. Standing there Milly began to feel herself fading out but wasn’t able to ground herself.

Just as the pain from Milly’s chest tightening was beginning to become unbearably uncomfortable someone honked a car horn outside. Involuntarily jumping at the sound snapped her back to reality. Forcing her to take a few deep breathes trying to redistrubte the oxygen in her lungs. Milly shakes her head and starts back to her bedroom.

 Milly’s phone chimed as she walked into the room wrapped in nothing but tattoos and melancholy. “Ugh! Who are you and what do you want?,” Milly whispered to no one as she rubbed her hand over her face. Picking up her phone to check the notification. It’s a news article attachment and three of the exploding head emojis staring back at her from the screen. Milly rolled her eyes looking at the senders name. Of course it was Claire. Claire was one Milly’s roommates from college, but now their interactions have been boiled down to random messages, usually from Claire about people and things related to the one place Milly wanted nothing more to do with.

 Milly went to close the message when as fate would have it, Milly slipped on something and almost dropped her phone. The article opened and a face that she couldn’t help but feel she should be able to place stared back at her with dead eyes. “Guess I’m reading it now then”, she internally spat.

 When Milly was determined to push something out of her mind she gave it all her energy. Everything. But seeing his face and not being able to correlate it with her time at the small out of state college she attended reignited the festering that’s already started to bubble up inside of her. Suppressed memories, like the beast banging on the bars of its cage. Demanding to be set free. Not knowing if she wanted to dig deeper into the archives of her wrecked psyche or find something to temporarily snap her back into character. Milly grabbed a clean oversized shirt from the clean clothes and sat at her vanity, putting her phone on shuffle before loading Coral for a much needed personal session.

 Milly’s thoughts still managed to take over. Drowning out the music until about three songs in when Let Me Down by Jorja Smith started to play. “Sometimes I wouldn’t mind if I was less important…” Milly sang along with the first line as tear dropped from each eye and her voice got caught in her throat. Her mind begin to flash with images she’d thought long forgotten. Outside the sun was shining, but Milly was stuck seeing nothing but a crack of light. That crack of light. The one she focused on that fateful night as it came through the bottom of the dorm room door. The only thing keeping her tears at bay while she mentally regressed within herself so she could cut off the signals firing within her brain screaming for her body to do something. Anything. But freeze, which is exactly what she did.

 Goosebumps rising up and down Milly’s arm caused her to shiver in her seat. There was a cold chill that came in the window, she hadn’t realized was open. Back in the present Milly uses the sleeve of her shirt to wipe the tears that had been leaking while she was stuck in her moment of disassociation. Climbing back into bed and cuddled with her elephant in a failed attempt to stay grounded. Eventually turning off the music, her face wet with her own tears. Whispering under her breathe to herself, “Why am I like this?” before she let exhaustion take her.

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Down the Rabbit Hole 2

Italic are inner dialogue 

A/N: Another short chapter, Both OC! are present this chapter, lightly proofread

Word Count: ~680

Ishe opened the door to find the house dark and quiet. Stepping into the kitchen the pile of dishes they were both promising to wash but never got around to was staring back at him. After using the bathroom Ishe stepped into the bedroom to change and noticed Milly asleep in the fetal position. Acknowledging that she probably had an episode of some kind Ishe finishes quickly and heads back down to the kitchen. He rolls up his sleeves and starts knocking somethings off of Milly’s abandoned to-do list.

 ~Two Hours Later

  As Milly quietly and carefully maneuvered her body to sit in Ishe’s lap he raised his arms to help her, hands still gripped onto the game controller playing Black Ops. Once she gets comfortable Ishe plants a kiss on her cheek. In response Milly approvingly groans and nuzzles her head into the crook of his neck. Her voice came out wobbly, “When did you get home? What time is it”?

 “Not too late, its about 7 I think. I’ve only been home for about an hour.” Ishe responded eyes never leaving the TV screen. The husky tone of his voice warmed Milly causing the tension to leave her body and to sink into Ishe’s chest. Noticing her physical change in comfort Ishe decided to speak again, “You okay? Anything you want to talk about?” Milly’s body tensed at the loaded question. Instinctually Ishe lightly rubbed his fingertips in her hair whispering, “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready”.

 “I’m never going to be ready but it kinda needs to be talked about”. Milly sighed deeply before speaking again. “I don’t remember what all I told you about what happened to me in college so I’ll just start at the beginning”. Ishe just sat there silently as Milly timidly recanted her trauma. He desperately tried to control his breathing as Ishe started to be consumed by rage the more Milly clawed at her mind to consecutively piece together the horrors of that night. Speaking of the account out loud made the images that she did remember flash into view vividly. The skin-to-skin contact pretty much being the only thing keeping her from slipping again. After recounting her story to Ishe, Milly fell into the familiar habit of apologizing. “I’m sorry. I know it hard to hear but it was important to me that you knew. Even if I don’t remember any of the specifics”.

With clenched fists Ishe hissed through his teeth, “No. I’m sorry that you had to go through that”.

 “Are you okay”, Milly questioned feeling the heat radiating off his body. Raising her head to look at Ishe, his face was twisted with anger and eyes cold. Milly placed her hand on the center of his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly against her palm. Eyes growing wide with concern, Milly interjected Ishe’s thoughts “What are you thinking about?” Rubbing her thumb in swiping patterns up and down Ishe’s chest waiting for a response.

 “I’m upset that happened to you but I know there’s nothing I can do about it now. It just…it infuriates me that people think its okay to do shit like that! Like it’s okay to take advantage of others like that” Ishe spat. After his confession Ishe just sat there rubbing her back as he tried to console Milly and communicate to her that his anger was starting to dissipate. He was plenty upset but knew that that wouldn’t help her in the moment. Ishe then gripped Milly in a hug. His arms wrapped her body so tight, like Ishe was trying to squeeze all her pieces back together. Just as she was about to say something in protest to the feeling of being constricted, eager to change the subject and lighten the mood. Milly’s voice was cut off by the sound of her stomach loudly growling. The smallest smirk graced Ishe’s face “Here we go. She probably hasn’t eaten all day”, he shook his head before looking down at Milly, “What are you in the mood to eat miss?”

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faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you fielt your writing was the best.

@mareethequeen 💕

Faulkner: What tropes do you love writing? Which ones are your guilty pleasure?

I guess if I had to pick one I love writing ‘the journey’ trope. Guilty pleasure is the ‘dream reveal’ trope.

Pulitzer: Tell about/ link a piece you felt your writing was the best.

I.. can never just pick one so this will be a two part answer:

Erik: Respite hands down. I’m sure that I’ve said this before but the world and chemistry that I managed to squeeze out threw me. There’s not one thing about that story I dislike or wish I did different or want to change. Not even the damn cliff hanger that’s giving me problems now. It’s one of the few pieces that I actually reread. I love how everything flows and all the little details that tie back to specific things in the movie. Like the color scheme of the painting or the dj being bald. I have a big smile on my face every time I read it and the fact that I wrote it is still bizarre to me.

Original: The Void It is the darkest thing I’ve written but is heavily based off my personal experience. It’s just hard. Nothing about The Void is pleasant but I love the execution. It’s was hard to think about, to write, to read and edit. It was hard to post but I needed to get it out. Looking at the final product, I’m glad I choose to write instead of dealing with it some other way. This was me getting my voice back.

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cramping which means I’m probably going to spend most of my day confined to my mattress. tumblr and writing it is...