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[wrestlingwith-idjits]

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better or catch up with. I was tagged by @stay-safe-pixieboots (thank you 😊!!)

Last Song: Trance Logic from the Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice soundtrack (I had the OST on shuffle cuz I hadn’t listened in a while)

Last Film: I’m actually not sure? I haven’t watched a movie in quite a while. 

Currently Watching: Outside of pro wrestling and random shows on HGTV, I watch TNT’s Snowpiercer. It’s currently off season though

Currently Reading: I read several LINE Webtoons (like Omniscient Reader, Friends With Benefits, Suitor Armor, and Let’s Play). As far as physical books, I’ve had the No Fear Shakespeare version of Hamlet on my nightstand for a month or two now but have only read 20 page so far lol.

Current Obsession: Hmm. I would’ve had a better answer like two weeks ago but I don’t have any real obsessions currently. But I do play the hidden object PC game “Hidden City” daily, “Monophobia” and “When The Summer Dies” by Deadmau5 a lot, and I watch wrestling just about every day.

Tagging: @sarcasminsunglasses @wrasslin-kpop-and-bullshit @musicismylife120191 @lghockey @bloodcolossus @mageshine-dance @sugarhoneybee928 @unexpectedyarns @tamedbyafox (I initially wasn’t gonna tag anyone since I don’t talk to anyone here 😅 but I figure there’s no harm. You can ignore this if you want, please don’t feel obligated to answer this!)

[wakandas-vibranium]

The Laundromat ||| Part Five

(1) (2) (3) (4)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warning(s): Violence, death

A/N: I really wasn’t going to finish this series but I don’t like to leave anything hanging so the next chapter will be the finale. Hope you enjoy! 

Taglist: @babygirlofwakanda, @sweettea-and-honeybutter, @misspooh, @eclecticblkgirl, @sugarhoneybee928, @teehjayy, @youreadthatright, @elaindeereads, @theesotericqueen, @randomwordprompts, @bartierbakarimobisson, @chefjessypooh, @muse-of-mbaku​, @theesotericqueen​, @ilovehatembj​, @issimplyaamazinggg​, @coconutxraikage​

It has been four months since N’Jadaka came back into your life and you could not be more grateful. The pain that constructed your heart to ache every single day since you lost your family finally began to ease. You might not have had your entire family back but N’Jadaka was enough. He was just what you needed. 

The two of you have gotten much closer and you could say that you were in a happy, somewhat healthy relationship. Sex with N’Jadaka was incredible to say the least and it only got better. You could always be yourself around him which is why you’ve always loved him so much. He still wouldn’t tell you about what he does for a living and it was okay in the beginning but now you needed to know just what the hell he was up to. 

N’Jadaka moved into your apartment two months ago. He kept going on and on about how it would be safer if he was with you. You didn’t mind him living with you. You just wanted him to open up and stop being so emotionally stunted. It was a work in progress. For the last three months he has been training you, waking you up at the ass crack of dawn to go running, taking you to the gun range twice a week. Last week he started teaching you how to hack into security cameras and self defense. You have become a decent criminal. 

This was your life now. 

The sudden beeps emerging from the alarm clock slowly pulled you out of a well needed rest.

“Turn it off.” You mumbled. 

The clock was on his side of the bed and you weren’t going to reach over him. Not with the way your arms felt. You sighed as N’Jadaka reached  to shut it off, taking his warmth with him. Now you were cold. 

“(Y/N), it’s time to get ready for work.” 

“No.” You groaned as you snuggled closer to him. You didn’t feel like going to work today. You were tired and sore as hell. You were at the gym with N’Jadaka for forever last night. You were almost certain that he was trying to kill you. What was he preparing you for? A goddamn war? An attack on titan? Your muscles and joints whimper simultaneously every time you shift your body. You didn’t want to move at all. N’Jadaka placed soft kisses on your jaw. 

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “Did I work you too hard at the gym last night?” 

“You know damn well you did, you fucking bastard.” You pinched his arm as he shook you both with his laughter .

The clock beeped again, reminding you that you had to leave in thirty minutes or you’d be late. 

“Maybe I should call out today.” 

“Then who will save the patients?”

“It’s other nurses and doctors there!” 

“Yeah, but they ain’t as good as you.” 

“True,” You sighed, “Alright. Carry me to the shower then.” You smirked as you pulled back the covers. He picked you up, holding you with ease as he carried you to the bathroom. 

Twenty minutes later you were putting on your cobalt scrubs and tying your shoes. This was your last twelve hour shift then you were off for a week. You could get through it. Lives did need to be saved. The end of your shift couldn’t come fast enough and you haven’t even arrived at the hospital. You grabbed your bag and headed to the front door.  N’Jadaka stopped you as he pulled you in for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I know that I’ve been actin’ a little crazy these past few weeks but I promise I will explain everything to you over lunch later, okay?” 

“Alright.” You nodded, pecking him on the lips before walking out the door. 

_____

You glanced at your watch again. It was a quarter to four. N’Jadaka was supposed to be here at two o’clock so you could have lunch. You always had lunch together twice a week and he was never late. Something was wrong. You have called him three times now and each time it rang all the way through. You felt anxious. After waiting another thirty minutes you decided to just skip lunch and keep working. The emergency room was more hectic than usual today and you needed a distraction. You walked into trauma room one and helped examine a patient. 

“What brings you in today Mrs. Towner?” 

An hour or so passed before you looked at the clock. Your shift was almost over and you still haven’t heard from N’Jadaka. You were ready to get the hell out of there so you could look for him. Once you finished bandaging your current patient’s arm you walked out of trauma room three because you heard multiple sirens and a loud commotion outside by the ambulance bay. 

“What in the hell?” You gasped as N’Jadaka was being wheeled into the emergency room on a gurney. His clothes were covered in blood and he was cursing at the paramedic who tried helping him inside. He detested hospitals. The other paramedic explained the situation to Dr. Fich, the trauma surgeon. 

“32-year-old male, stab wound to the right thigh and GSW to the right shoulder. BP one hundred over sixty. Four more injured in the ambulances behind us. Shooter fled the scene and cops are still looking for her.”

“Okay let’s get him into trauma two!” Doctor Fich wheeled him into the room and the paramedic helped N’Jadaka onto the hospital bed. You rushed into the trauma room. N’Jadaka stopped giving them a hard time once his eyes met yours. 

“Nurse (Y/N), can you take care of him while I assess how badly the others who are coming in are injured?” Doctor Fich walked up to you. 

“Yes,” you nodded, “I’ve got it. Go.” 

Doctor Fich and the paramedic left the room quickly, leaving the two of you alone. 

“I told that wack ass paramedic that I ain’t need to come here.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Baby, what happened?” You questioned as you snapped your mauve gloves on. 

“My partner Lynda found out I was helping with her investigation so she turned on me and tried to kill me but I got away.” N’Jadaka grunted as he tried to sit up. 

You assessed his gunshot wound. Grateful that the bullet was not inside him and it didn’t damage anything major. The bleeding stopped, but you still applied pressure as you cleaned it and bandaged the wound while N’Jadaka explained what went down and why he missed lunch. 

“You need to hurry and stitch up my thigh so we can leave.” He grumbled. 

“Can I at least numb you up first?” 

“No, we don’t have time! Just get to stitchin!” 

“Don’t fuckin’ yell at me! You need to be numbed! That cut is deep!” 

You turned away from him to look for a suture kit and lidocaine in the cabinet drawer. N’Jadaka grabbed the stapler gun and began to staple his wound. His soft grunts and the stapling sound caused you to stop what you are doing and look at him. He was stapling his own goddamn skin back together with no numbing medicine. You rushed over to him and snatched the stapler gun from his hands. 

“What in the hell is wrong with you? You goddamn brute! You aren’t even doing it right so now you’re gonna have a big ugly scar!” 

“I don’t give a fuck about a scar, (Y/N)! Now finish stapling my leg so we can get the hell out of here! I cannot protect you here so--please just hurry up.” 

You sighed deeply, shaking your head as you stapled the rest of his flawed skin. You were too mad at him to express how hot he was right now. His hushed grunts and the adrenaline pumping through you were making you think about things that you shouldn’t be thinking about. Especially right now in this very moment. Once you finished stapling you rubbed bacitracin on his wound before removing your gloves and washing your hands. 

“You don’t know her like I do. She will not stop until she kills me. She’s probably on her way here right now to finish the job.” He stressed as he fixed his clothes the best he could before standing up. 

“Let’s just go.” You quipped. 

The drive to your apartment was quiet. 

You were tired of being left in the dark about what N’Jadaka was doing. He wasn’t offering any information and you weren’t asking. Not anymore. 

“Baby, I’ll explain everything as soon as we pack our shit and get away from here.” 

“Yeah, okay.” You mumbled, not believing a word he just said. He could’ve explained all this shit months ago if he really wanted you to know. 

Fortunately, you made it home before his partner arrived. 

You zipped your last bag before slinging the strap over your shoulder. N’Jadaka stood beside you with all of his bags gathered. 

“You got everything?”

You were about to say yes but the soft rattling of your doorknob made you gasp. It was Lynda. 

“Shit,” N’Jadaka cursed, “it’s her.” 

He motioned for you to drop your bags and follow him. Quietly you dropped your bags on the carpet floor before following him into the kitchen. You watched in confusion as he moved to open the oven and pressed a grey button on the side of it. You had no idea that that button was there. Your jaw dropped in sheer bewilderment as a secret, silver compartment appeared from the rear of the oven. The cartridges opened, revealing several guns, knives and ammunition. 

“When did you have time to do all this?” You whispered. 

“Last month when you did that double shift.” He shrugged as he grabbed three guns and four knives. 

You followed suit, grabbing two 9mm pistols and one push dagger. You frowned as he shook his head at you. 

“She’s gonna have at least three other people with her.” He whispered as he nodded toward the weapons.

“Fuck,” you sighed before grabbing two more knives.

“Remember: you shoot and stab to kill.” He stated before kissing you on the cheek. His stealthy moves brought him closer to the front door. He flipped the lights off to give the both of you an advantage. 

The door was kicked open by a large white man and you didn’t hesitate to launch a dagger at his throat. It caught his jugular like you knew it would and he groaned as he stumbled to the ground, bleeding to death. 

“Shit!” Lynda cursed, “They’re here!” 

She rolled onto the floor, unable to see in the darkened apartment. The other three slowly made their way inside, trying to locate you and N’Jadaka. 

You crouched on the tiled floor, heart beating rapidly as one of the men was about to walk past you. You took a calming breath before stabbing his Achilles heel. He yelped in pain and you pulled the knife out, making quick to stab his other Achilles heel. He fell to his knees and you slit his throat, grunting as the knife sliced through his skin with ease. Two down and only two more to go. You wanted to gag at the blood spewing onto you but you didn’t. You were used to a lot of blood. You weren’t squeamish. This was different. You just killed a second person. With ease. Why isn’t this bothering you more? You’ve become a killer. Apparently, that’s what your boyfriend was too. 

The other guy found N’Jadaka and tackled him onto the small table in the living room, breaking it as they tumbled to the floor. 

Lynda’s dumb ass finally turned the lights on and spotted them. Not noticing you, she made her way over to them, pointing the gun at your boyfriend’s head. Carefully, you snuck up behind her and hit her across the head with a frying pan. She faltered slightly but didn’t go down as you had hoped. She turned around and slapped you. You grunted as you punched her in the face and kicked her back. Her gun fell out of her small hand and she rushed to grab it but you unsheathed your last knife and stabbed her in the shoulder. 

“You fucking bitch!” She screamed in pain. 

You laughed at her shocked expression. Yeah, bitch. You thought this would be easy but I got your ass, You thought. 

N’Jadaka finally got a hold of the other man and snapped his neck with ease. He stood up, panting as he held a dagger in his hand. Lynda was in between the both of you. Unsure of what to do next. 

You couldn’t stop the giggle as she fell to the ground in pain. The squeal she made reminded you of one of those pledging squeaks. 

“How should we kill her, baby?” N’Jadaka smiled at you. The look he gave you was borderline feral. This entire situation was wild and like nothing you’ve ever experienced. 

“Hmm…” 

“D-don’t do this Erik!” Lynda begged. 

“Shut up! Weren’t you here to kill us?” N’Jadaka said. 

You pulled out your gun and took the safety off. You were ready to kill this conniving bitch. You looked at your boyfriend and he nodded his head, giving you the okay to end his partner’s life. You took a step back and aimed for her forehead. You pulled the trigger and the bullet hit her right between her eyes. She died instantly. Holy shit. You just killed three people. Why weren’t you freaking out. The only thing you felt was excited and you were slightly turned on. How could you go back to normal after this? 

You and N’Jadaka were laying low in a safehouse on the northside of San Francisco for a couple of days. He was sure of killing everyone on Lynda’s payroll but he wanted to be safe. N’Jadaka told you about some arms dealer he was supposed to be meeting up with later tonight.  N’Jadaka sat beside you on the couch and began to explain his plan. 

“First, I need to know that you’re all in.” He began

“I just murdered three people in cold blood, N’Jadaka! Of course I’m all in.” You promised. 

“Okay. You have to know that there is nothing more important to me than getting my revenge and taking what is rightfully mine.” 

“Okay.” You nodded. You could tell that he was kind of nervous so you entwined your fingers with his. 

“Alright. Let’s discuss the plan,” he sighed as he kissed your hand,” We’re robbing a museum in London.” 

After hearing what he had to say you were shocked to say the least. Your boyfriend was a prince and soon enough would be king?! N’Jadaka was of royal blood. This whole time, your entire life you’ve been in love with royalty. You couldn’t believe it. Now it made sense why he never wanted to talk about his parents or his life before meeting your family. He’d been through so much at such a young age and he survived. He was stronger than you originally thought. 

You both stayed on the couch, cuddling each other until it was time for the meeting. You don’t know why but after hearing the entire truth it’s almost like your love for him grew. You were madly in love with N’Jadaka and you’d do absolutely anything for him. 

“This guy we’re about to meet is an arms dealer. He’s crazy as hell and the men who work for him are even crazier so I need you to be on high alert at all times when he’s around. Got it?’’

“Yes.” You nodded. 

“He doesn’t need to know about our plan so don’t tell him anything about Wakanda. From here on out you call me Erik.”

“Alright.” 

There was a loud bang on the door and you both stood up to answer it. It was a short man with a pretty big entourage. Hmm, you thought he’d be taller. 

“Klaue this is (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Klaue.” 

You went to shake his hand, stopping once you realized he only had one goddamn arm. He was holding a duffel bag in his other arm so you decided on a smile and a nod. 

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” Klaue smirked. 

His thick accent took you by surprise. You assumed he was American but you were wrong. He gave off a weird vibe and you would never want to be alone with him. You could see the mania sizzling just behind his corneas. Hopefully you wouldn’t get on his bad side. 

[cmonkillmonger]

Right My Wrongs [2]

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2,571

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“You sure you don’t want me to cook something?” You inquired, grabbing a tray of chicken nuggets and fries from the oven. 

Awkward tension permeated throughout the room, and to fight it you went about everything like it was a normal day. There wasn’t much of a choice, though. It was either fake some normalcy or break out into manic laughter, and now was not the time to have Erik questioning your mental state.  

You fixed Kameron’s lunch while he somehow remained oblivious to what was going on. So innocent and pure, still untouched by the evils the world had to offer. And yet his father, the personification of corruption, was sitting across from him. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Erik’s gaze shifting from Kam to you. He gave you a simple nod, quickly typing something out on his phone before he tucked it away, “A few nuggets never hurt nobody.” 

“It’s usually just me and him around, so it’s easier to eat what he eats most of the time. Either that or takeout,” You dished out the food onto two plates, adding condiments to the side. You took a bite out of a nugget, “My brother drops in every once in awhile. Usually he’ll watch Kam when I have to go to work.”

“So he knows?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion and slight frustration. Did Erik really think that he could leave for two years without your family knowing? Wakanda must’ve gotten to his head and screwed with his thought process. “What? That you left?” You shook your head slightly, pouring a cup of juice for Kam. “Tuh, of course he does.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He quickly retorted.

“Erik, watch your language,” You raised your head, cutting your eyes from him to Kam. “You didn’t give me much of a choice. I was by myself, pregnant and trying to support myself. I needed help. So yes, he knows. Same as my dad, and just about everyone else in the family since they like to talk shit.” 

One arm wrapped around Kameron to hold him while you carried his sippy cup in your free hand. Looking over your shoulder, you made a head gesture towards the living room, “Anyways. Can you grab the plates?” Erik simply nodded, getting up from his spot to grab the food, soon after following behind you.

You sat on the floor against one of the couches, placing Kam down between your legs. Erik followed suit and took a seat diagonal from you against the other couch. Clearly there was some apprehension on Erik’s end, and you couldn’t blame him, but he’d have to get over it if he had any desire of staying with you. “You good? You’re quiet over there.”

“Yeah, I’m coo’.” Erik watched you interact with Kameron, and while he avoided making eye contact with you, he was completely focused on Kam. Kameron would pick up a nugget and giggle softly as he looked over its odd shape, and each time Erik’s lips would form a small smile. He may have not realized it, but you definitely took notice. 

It was an odd sight to see for both of you. Kameron typically wasn’t too friendly with strangers, much like his father, yet he had no problem connecting with Erik. And in the same way, Erik didn’t have much experience with children, and any other situation would’ve had him uneasy and irritated. Rarely did talks about children come up when you and Erik were together, and each time they were accompanied with conversations about Wakanda. Erik was set on eventually having an heir to the throne, but unbeknownst to you, the chances of that happening now were slim to none. However, Kameron was his heir, throne or not, and there was a natural bond between the two. 

Kameron had a wide smile on his face as he looked up at Erik, and luckily Erik seemed to ease up. Erik shifted closer to the two of you, and you welcomed him over by placing Kameron in between. 

“Hey, lil’ man. How old are you, Kam?” Erik attempted at making conversation. Kam looked up at him with a goofy grin, his cheeks filled with food as he held up a single finger to show one year. 

“Use your words, Bam. How old are you?” 

“I one,” he cheesed. 

Erik beamed with pride from his response, “Ah, that’s what’s up man.” Although he was charmed and entertained with interaction, there was another emotion that was troubling him. Erik had his suspicions, but it was too soon to tell. 

As you continued to eat and converse with Erik, some of your own reservations began to disappear. If it was completely up to you, you wouldn’t have introduced Erik to Kameron so soon. You never had a discussion with Kameron about his father’s whereabouts and never felt the need to. How could you? He was barely two years old and could barely count his fingers. There was no way he could grasp anything you had to say at this age. But now that Erik was seemingly back in the picture, you couldn’t keep either of them in the dark. 

Kameron found his way onto Erik’s lap with no protest. Erik awkwardly shuffled about as he figured out how to hold him, but eventually he got it down and both of them were comfortable. You sat in silence, observing the two as Kam fell asleep in Erik’s embrace. 

Kameron knocked out so you went to set him down in your bed for an afternoon nap. Erik tagged along and watched from the frame of the door, arms crossed and quiet. He nodded his head in approval a few times as he analyzed the room, taking notice to some changes: new furniture, less pictures, nothing too alarming. A faint smile formed on his face when his eyes landed on one item in particular. On your dresser was a picture frame with a necklace hanging off the top. In the frame was a picture of you on Erik’s back at an amusement park, one of the first public dates you went on. You were wearing the same necklace that was on the frame, a gold nameplate necklace with ‘Erik’ engraved into it. 

“What? Don’t look at me like that,” You simply stated. Kameron was settled and fast asleep, and when you turned around your eyes met Erik’s. Why he had this intent look in his eyes, you did not know nor care to understand. Now it was time for Erik to get two year’s worth of pent-up emotions. “Excuse me,” you shoved past him and closed the door behind you, making your way back to the living room. 

Erik trailed closely behind you, and when he made an attempt to sit next to you, you shut it down quickly, “Nope, Kam’s not here this time. Over there.” He sucked his teeth and you chuckled in response, “I didn’t want to start anything while he was up. Plus.. you were the last person I was expecting to see, so don’t think you’re off the hook just ‘cause I cried ‘nd shit.”

“Yeah, well I guess we were both thrown for a loop today.” The amused look on his face and poor ventures to lighten the situation were futile. Any effort made to crack a joke or share a fond memory were shut down by your growing irritation. 

“Cut the shit, Erik. Like whatever you were planning on doing, now would be a good time start.”

“Damn, Y/N. Chill out-” Erik quickly responded, but you were quicker. 

“No, you don’t get to tell me to chill out. Fuck that,” You unintentionally growled out, “Where have you been the past two years?”

This new-found aggressive demeanor was a pleasurable sight for Erik, especially the way a corner of your lip shifted upward into a fierce snarl. He wasn’t sure on what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t this combative version of yourself. 

“Wakanda-”

“I know, you told me when you got there,” You folded your arms over your chest in aggravation, “Then you went silent.”

Erik’s expression quickly shifted to one of vexation, evident by the menacing change in his tone, “Alright look, if we’re going to do this shit, what’s you’re not gonna do is cut me off every damn time. Now as I was saying, I know, Y/N. And I’m sorry for that. I didn’t mean for things to play out the way they did.”

“Then enlighten me, Erik. What was your plan, huh? Ask me to be your ride or die and then leave without a trace? I was awake that night, ya’ know..”

Erik knew the exact night you referred to, and it was only a matter of time before you brought it up. If he wanted the fragments of your broken relationship to be mended, he had to be as honest as possible, “…I know.”

“Wow, and yet you still did it. Couldn’t say it to my face, huh? That’s a bitch move.”

“Who you calling a bitch, Y/N?”

“You, bitch!” You retorted, standing up ready to come at him with full force now. “Erik, I’m not playing with you. You abandoned me.. you abandoned us!” You bit your tongue with your head up to the ceiling, pushing back the few tears that dared to drop. 

“Y/N…”  Shame. Hardly did Erik ever experience the feeling, but the passion in your voice drove him to it. He his head hung low in his hands, matching the low mutter, “How far along were you?”

You breathed deeply before responding, “Almost three months.” Your anger began to level down to a low simmer, edging towards a cool calm when you looked at Erik. 

At this point, Erik felt obligated to be transparent with you about the details of his mission. “I got to Wakanda and uh.. they didn’t exactly take well to my arrival, even after I brought them Klaue. Can you believe that?” He let out a low chuckle and continued, “Killed his ass in Korea. Now he, he was a bitch. Then I met my dad’s side of the fam’ in Wakanda. I got two cousins over there. The princess is a little smart ass, and the other one was set to be king. Threw his bitch ass off a cliff.”

“Oh, did you now? You threw your cousin off a cliff?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his statement. The whole thing sounded so wrong, and yet it brought you amusement. Erik lifted his head and gazed at you, cracking a small smile.

“It was really a waterfall, but yeah. I did that shit. I was king,” Erik paused, lingering over his last statement. 

Was. He was king. His whole demeanor shifted after that statement. Something was clearly troubling him, and you couldn’t just leave him to handle it on his own. With a few steps you were sitting by his side, your hand overlapping his giving it a comforting squeeze. 

“I was.. King. King Killmonger is what they called me. I had everything I worked for in the palm of my hand. The war dogs were alerted, the ships were loaded.. and then I almost died.” 

You froze up. Almost died? It was one thing to assume he died, but it was another to hear it almost come into fruition. Your body tensed up while your mind drew a blank, struggling to come up with something to say. 

“But I’m here now.” Now it was his turn to reassure you. “It took a long time for me to recuperate, and then I went through this whole rehabilitation shit. The only way they’d let me come here was to go through all the rehabilitation and have ‘em sign off. That’s where I’ve been..”

“Damn it, Erik.” You were upset, but not for the reason he was thinking. You let out a soft sigh, leaning against his broad shoulder, “Fuck you, I can’t stay mad after hearing that. Trust me, I’m pissed and you’re definitely not off the hook just yet.. but I’m glad to see you’re okay, like you’re alive ‘nd shit.” 

You intertwined your fingers with Erik’s while he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his body, “I am too.”

The few hours took a huge toll on your body, mentally and physically, and nap time was calling your name. Erik decided to settle in and get cleaned up, so you saw this as an opportunity to take a nap while Kameron was still asleep. You curled up on the bed near Kam, quickly drifting to sleep with sounds of a running shower in the background. 

A door slammed shut, and you jumped out of your sleep alarmed and alert. Something was off and you immediately knew what it was. Besides yourself, your bed was empty. Kameron was nowhere to be found, and your motherly instincts kicked in with a quickness. “Kam.. Kam, come out stop playing.. Kam!” 

You checked the bathroom in the closet, and under the bed, and there was no sign of your son. Sounds of footsteps and cheering emitted from the living room, quickly catching your attention, “Shh shh, we don’t want to wake your mommy up.” It was Erik and Kameron.

At this point, you were a raging bull as you entered into the living room. Once your eyes landed on Kameron, you did whatever it took to get to him, which meant shoving Erik away from him, “Baby, are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?” You frantically checked over his face and arms for any unusual markings, only to find smears of cookies ‘n cream ice cream on his cheeks. Your arms tightly hugging him as you buried your head into his little shoulder, your chest heaving as you held onto him. 

“Aye, Y/N, what’s the problem?” It was as if Erik’s voice was a set of nails on a chalkboard, quickly snapping you out of your emotional trance. 

Your eyes shot daggers at Erik, ignoring his question to take Kameron to the bedroom, “Kam, baby, Mommy will be back. Okay?” You placed a small kiss on his cheek and left him in the room with his ice cream. 

“Erik Stevens, you do not take MY son withou-” You charged towards him as your rage increased back to a roaring boil, and this time there was no way for you to simmer down. Erik definitely overstepped his boundaries, and you couldn’t comprehend what went through his head for him to think everything was fine. He was Kameron’s father, yes. But he was Kameron’s father who met him for the first time today, and had no business doing anything without your knowledge. 

“OUR son! Kameron is OUR son!” Erik rapidly fired back, matching the energy you presented him with. 

“Well excuse me. Where have you been the past two years if he’s our son?” 

With that, Erik was done for the day. He had other places he could go, including the hotel suite his cousin had arranged for him to stay for the time being. His hand lingering over the door handle, a sign of hesitation, but you were prepared to give him the push he needed.

“Yeah, walk out on us again. That’s all you seem to be good for anyway.”

Erik was out, the door slammed behind him, and your fragile relationship was once again shattered. 

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"YOU MAY THE KISS THE BRIDE" Big E and Shomyie kissed and lived happily ever after The end Lmao

Y’all to me me ^

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Tonight's episode

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Cut From The Same Cloth ||| Part Four

(1), (2), (3) (5)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning(s):  Strong language, violence, mentions of past abuse

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You turned the knob on the stove, dismantling the heat. Christmas dinner was finally done! 

You may have gone a little overboard with the decorations, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You brought a small Christmas tree and wrapped it with a string of multicolored lights. The gift you bought Erik was under the tree, wrapped in blue paper. You couldn’t wait for him to open it. You even went so far as to buying him a stocking, stuffing it with a bunch of shit. 

You lit a couple of vanilla scented candles to get rid of the cooking smell. You scrambled through your DVD collection, fist pumping the air in victory once you found Home Alone, popping it in the player. 

This is the happiest you’ve been in years. For once, you weren’t going to be alone. Erik is the only true friend you’ve had and you wouldn’t want to spend Christmas with anyone else. You weren’t even mad that your neighbor Matthew was blasting Mariah Carey again. You even hummed along to a few songs.

You smiled softly at the knock on your door. Erik was here! You strutted to the door, twisting the knob and throwing the door open in excitement. Erik smiled at you throwing his hands up in greeting.

“Merry Christmas, E!” You said as you pulled him in for a hug. 

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N)!” He laughed, hugging you back with just as much enthusiasm.

You broke the hug, motioning for him to come inside. You closed the door behind him, pointing to the tree as you snagged the bottle of Hennessy from his hand. 

“Gifts go under the tree,” you called over your shoulder as you made your way back to the kitchen, “We’ll open them after we eat.”

Erik shook his head at the small tree, kneeling to slide your present under it. He stood up, raising his eyebrow at the stocking with his name on it, written in blue glitter. Your eyes sparkled as you watched him pull it off the hook. He fiddled through it as he strolled in the kitchen, eyes widening at all the pots and pans scattered over the counter.

“Damn girl, you threw down in the kitchen.” He complimented, lifting the tops off a few pans as he peaked inside. 

“I’ll fix you a plate. You want everything?”

“Hell yeah.” He licked his lips as his stomach growled. 

He slipped off his jean jacket, hooking it on the back of the chair before sitting down. He rolled up the sleeves of his beige merino sweater as he watched you fix his plate, eyes lingering on your ass.

You set his plate down in front of him along with a glass of henny. You sniggered at the hungry face he made as he eyeballed the macaroni and cheese. You turned around to fix your own plate.

You sat down across from him, digging into your plate. You outdid yourself this year. Erik moaned around every bite he took. You didn’t bother asking him if the food was okay. The sounds escaping from his lips was enough of an answer.

“I never thought I would say this, but your chicken is better than my mom’s.” He admitted, rubbing his full belly.

“I’m glad you like it.” You smiled, downing the rest of your amber liquid.

“I made sweet potato pie,” you added, “If you want some.”

Your eyes crinkled as you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, biting back a laugh at the face Erik made at your announcement. He looked like a child in a candy store. 

“I think I love you.” He said.

___

You both were on the couch now, passing the bottle of henny back and forth as you watched Home Alone. You hummed as the dark liquor flowed through you. It went down smoothly and you felt all warm and tingly. 

“Alright,” you slapped your hands together, rubbing them excitedly, ��Time for presents!”

You leaned forward, snagging the presents from under the tree. You kept yours and handed Erik’s his. 

He smiled at you, “How did you know my favorite color is blue?”

“I’m very observant.” You shrugged before opening your gift. 

You laughed as your eyes scanned the collage of pictures you and Erik took. You two were some silly sons of bitches. You weren’t expecting a picture frame of your earliest memories. It made your heart flutter. 

“I never realized how many selfies we took!” You commented, flashing your pearly whites at him. 

The corners of your mouth turned down as realization struck. You weren’t a happy person, haven’t been for years. This picture was proof of how happy being friends with Erik made you.

“You like it?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowing at the dejected look on your face. 

“I love it!” You leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek in thanks, “This is going right on my nightstand!” You assured.

“Good.” He smiled, proud that you liked his gift.

“Open yours!” You urged, hugging your knees in excitement as you watched him tear through the blue wrapping paper. 

“How the—”he started, blinking at you in shock.

You got him an old ass book he would not shut up about. He would go on and on about how his mother was supposed to get it for him, but never got the chance. There’s only four copies of it in the world and now he has one. It wasn’t that hard to find, although it was pricy, but you didn’t care. Money was never an issue for you anyway. 

“I’ve got connections.” You smirked as he flipped through it, his amber eyes shone with delight. 

“I’ve been lookin’ for this book for a long ass time, (Y/N).”

“Eh, I know a guy...” 

“Thanks, ma.” He squeezed your hand.

“You’re welcome, E.”

_____

The gunshots from the television startled both of you awake. Your eyes fluttered open as you turned to the glowing screen, Kevin was taunting the pizza man. You were laying on top of Erik. He was so warm. You didn’t want to move.

“Hey.” Erik mumbled, resting his hands on your lower back. 

“Our drunk asses must have fell asleep.” You guessed, removing yourself from him. 

“I’m gonna use the bathroom.” He sat up, pulling the sleeves of his sweater down before standing.

“It’s that way.” You pointed in the direction of your bathroom. 

As soon as Erik closed the bathroom door there was a knock on your door. Who in the hell could that be on Christmas Day? You muted the television before tiptoeing to the door. You looked through your foggy ass peephole, unable to see who was behind the door, cussing under your breath you slowly opened the door. Your heart sank almost instantly at the sight of your ex boyfriend, Anthony standing there with a bouquet of roses.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Anthony smirked, “You miss me?”

You froze. The last time you saw him his fist was connecting with your face. A sudden chill swept through you. Anthony meant no good. 

“What the fuck are you doing in Massachusetts?” You spat angrily. 

“I’m here to see you, baby.” He announced stepping into your apartment, closing the door with his booted foot.

He shrugged nonchalantly, as if his presence didn’t make you nauseous. Anthony took a step closer and you backed away out of instinct. The smug look on his face made you want to kick him in his nuts. The sick son of a bitch. Why wouldn’t he just leave you alone?

“How’d you know where to find me?” You reiterated, folding your arms over your chest as he tried to hand you the roses. He huffed, tossing them on the counter instead.

“Your little ass whooping at the gas station was on a news cycle.” 

You rolled your eyes. You told those goddamn reporters that you didn’t want to be filmed. You groaned, you should’ve known those vultures weren’t going to do what you asked.

“What makes you think I wanted to see your sorry ass on Christmas?” You jabbed.

“C’mon baby! I know you miss me.” He said, reaching for your arm. You turned to the side, dodging him. He frowned at your coldness.

“I don’t think about your trifling ass, Anthony. I don’t even know why I gave you the time of day.”

“Don’t make me knock you the fuck out again, bitch cause I’ll do it!” He threatened, storming over to you with his hand raised.

You grabbed the gun you kept stashed under the coffee table, pointing it at Anthony’s chest. His eyes widened as he raised his hands, taking a cautious step back. Yeah, who’s the bitch now?

“Quit playing, (Y/N).” He chuckled nervously.

“You think I haven’t killed a nigga before?”

“Oh, I know you have,” He bolstered, “Kuznetsov told me all about you.”

All of the blood drained from your face.

Kuznetsov. 

You blinked in confusion, lowering your gun just a smidge. Anthony lowered his hands, sighing in relief. You don’t know what for because you still were going to kill him. You just needed some questions answered first. 

“How do you know Kuznetsov?” You questioned.

“I work for him.”

“How long?” You probed, getting impatient.

“Before I met you.” He admitted, smirking as if he saw the light bulb shine over your head. 

“He sent you after me.” You confirmed.

Goddamnit you were so stupid. You should’ve known Anthony wasn’t interested in you from the jump. You let your guard down around him and that almost cost you your life.

“Kuznetsov told me to gain your trust...and I did.”

That one name held so much power over you. It made you sick to your stomach and angry all over again. You were never going to be at peace until he was dead. You needed to kill him.

“That grimy son of a bitch should be dead in his grave, but he’s not because of you.” You hissed.

“You still mad about that?” He huffed, rolling his eyes.

“He killed my dad right in front of me!” You screamed, eyes filling with tears.

“He took you in though. Gave you a life most kids would die for.”

“You mean forced me to join his Russian mob?”

“The way I hear it, you were a legend. Wrapped up so many confirmed kills before your eighteenth birthday.” He smiled at you fondly.

“I didn’t have a choice.” You uttered.

“Your pops was a pussy compared to Kuznetsov so he had to go.” 

You chuckled darkly, tightening your grip on the gun, removing the safety. This asshole had a lot of nerve, bad mouthing your father in front of your face, while you were holding a gun? Foolish. 

“Where should I shoot you first?” 

You moved the gun slowly, unsure of where to pop a cap. 

“I’m not scared of you, (Y/N).” He mumbled.

You tilted your head to the side, marveling in the fact that Anthony was scared. He didn’t want that to be known, but the nervous sweat trickling down the side of his face gave him away. 

“...Probably in the knee,” you continued, ignoring his words, “Now that hurts pretty bad.”

“You always were a crazy bitch!”

“Yeah, well when you’ve been through some horrible shit you tend to lose a bit of yourself.”

“(Y/N), don’t do it.” Erik said, coming around the corner. You jumped a little in surprise. For a split second you forgot that he was here. 

Anthony’s eyes darted to Erik, nostrils flaring in anger and jealousy at the sight of another man in your home. Erik could probably take Anthony in his sleep. Erik was taller and broader. Anthony wouldn’t stand a chance. 

“You don’t even know what this nigga did to me!” You cried.

“Give me the gun, (Y/N).” Erik whispered, placing his hand on top of yours, grabbing the gun. 

“Oh so, you fucking some other nigga?!” Anthony roared, stomping toward you now that Erik had the gun. 

“No, I’m not fucking him, but even if I was it ain’t none of your goddamn business!”

Erik raised the gun, aiming it at Anthony, stopping him in his tracks, “Now I suggest you get the fuck out of here because I will shoot you.”

“I ain’t afraid of you, nigga.” Anthony yelled, backing away to the door. 

“You should be,” Erik warned, “Ask about me.”

“(Y/N), you know what we’re capable of!” Anthony warned, stumbling out of your apartment.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment now!” You screamed as you pushed him before slamming the door closed. 

“You good?” Erik asked, watching you pace back and forth, swearing under your breath, unable to calm your nerves. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lied. 

You glanced up at the ceiling, willing yourself to pull it together. You were so close to cracking. You weren’t sad. No, you were angry. Angry that you didn’t put a bullet in Anthony’s skull. 

“Come here.” Erik set the gun down before pulling you to the couch, sitting down next to you. 

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” He asked calmly, rubbing your back.

“I can tell you...but I’d have to kill you.” You leveled with him. 

He raised an eyebrow in question. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You couldn’t tell him. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into. This wasn’t his fight. 

“You should go.” You sighed.

“You sure?”

You shot up from the couch, your suddenness startling him, but he followed you to the door. You rushed to the door, mind racing with each step. You didn’t want to, but you had to let Erik go. That was the best option. The safest option. If he befriended you he’d end up dead. Just like anyone else stupid enough to get close to you. 

“Yeah,” you nodded frantically, “You probably should forget about me if you want to live.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He rasped, looking down in your eyes.

“Exactly what it sounds like,” you pushed him over the threshold, “I’m sorry but it’s for your own good. Goodbye Erik.”

Your heart sank at the hurt look on his face, but you slammed the door anyway. He’d thank you for it later. You were protecting him. 

_____

You stepped out of the shower, dried off then flopped right on the bed, not even bothering to get dressed. It’s been six days since Christmas and you are at a total loss. Every second your mind raced with dooming thoughts. You were always on edge, but now your paranoia escalated. Your phone buzzed, it was yet another text from Erik. You turned your phone off, tossing it on the bed and turning over on your stomach.

Anthony is going to come back. You knew that for sure. You just didn’t know when or with whom.   If Kuznetsov wanted a war then that’s just what he’ll get. If he was going to kill you, you were going to go down swinging. You weren’t afraid to die, not really. You just didn’t want Erik to get caught in the crossfire. He meant too much to you and you’d do anything to prevent his death.

You don’t like ignoring Erik, but it’s for his own good. He is the only good thing to happen to you since ever and you didn’t want him to end up dead like everyone else you cared about. Obviously, he can take care of himself, but you weren’t going to risk it. 

You laid there in silence for hours. Unsure of what to do. You’ve packed and unpacked all of your things twice already. You didn’t want to leave. This was your life now. You had two years left of college and your determination to be someone great wouldn’t let you leave. 

The three piercing knocks at your door interrupted your thoughts. You reached for your gun as you tiptoed out of bed, slipping on one of your oversized shirts that stopped above your knees as you crept into the hallway. You sighed with relief, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip at the sound of Erik’s booming voice. 

“(Y/N) I know you’re in there! I’ll knock on this motherfucka all night if I have to.”

Your eyes narrowed in frustration. He wasn’t making this easier for you. You didn’t want him to leave you alone, but it was for his own good. This stubborn ass man would not stay away from you. 

You set the gun on the counter, shaking your head as you contemplated answering the door. Erik was safer if he left you alone. Why couldn’t he see that? Before you knew it your hand twisted the knob, pulling the door open.

You were happy to see him even if he was a hardheaded asshole. You folded your arms over your chest, looking him up and down. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans, a black sweater and a pair of Jordan’s. He looked damn good.

“Did you get my text?” He smiled smugly, not displaying his surprise that you opened the door.

You stepped to the side, motioning for him to come in. 

“Yeah and I’m not going to a fucking New Year’s Eve party, Erik.” You argued, slamming the door once he stepped inside.

“Yes, the fuck you are. You’ve been moping around since Christmas and you’re not bringing this sad shit into the new year.”

“Do you not care about your life? If you did you would stay the fuck away from me!” You warned, placing your hands on your hips, “Anthony is working for Kuznetsov now and is going to kill you if you don’t stay away from me!”

“Man fuck Anthony! I ain’t scared of nobody! You think I’m ‘bout to let that nigga ruin the only friendship I’ve ever had? Nah fuck that!”

“Erik!” You placed your hand on his shoulder, looking him in the eyes, “I care about you. Everyone I’ve ever cared about is dead. That’s no coincidence. It’s a pattern! Do you not see that I’m a murder magnet?!”

He shrugged your hand off, stomping to your bedroom, throwing open your closet and sifting through your clothes. You followed him into your bedroom, trying your best to push him out of your room, but he wouldn’t move. He was wasting his time. You weren’t going to that goddamn party. You wanted to stay home and mope on the couch in peace and quiet.

“I ain’t going into another year alone and neither are you! Do you hear me?” He shouted, gripping your wrists as he pushed you back against the wall. 

You faltered, taken aback by the despair in his eyes. In that moment you realized Erik needed you just as much as you needed him. You relaxed, leaning your head against the wall. You were done fighting him. “Yeah.” You mumbled, resting your hands on his chest. They moved in sync with his shallow breaths.

“What was that? I ain’t here you.”

“Yes.” You repeated, louder this time.

“Now go lotion those ashy ass knees and let’s get ready for this party.” He quipped. 

You shot him a bird before snatching the cocoa butter off your dresser, staring a hole through his stupid, cute face as you rubbed the cream all over your ashen knees. He raised a challenging eyebrow at you before turning around, searching through your closet for an outfit for you to wear.

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Cut From The Same Cloth ||| Part Three

(1)(2)(4) (5)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning(s): Cursing, Racial slurs, Violence

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You were worried for several seconds until you got a good look at the thief’s gun. He thought he could trick you with this sad excuse of a revolver? This man really was on some bullshit. Your eyes shifted to the few customers who quietly made their way to the back of the store. This man was an idiot. Didn’t even do a proper sweep of the store. What a fucking amateur.

Clearly, Erik hasn��t caught on, which was kind of sad because it only took you about ten seconds to analyze the situation. This guy wasn’t even close to a threat. He had a shaky hand, which meant that he was nervous and probably never shot a gun before. You almost felt bad for him. He was so pathetic. Couldn’t even hold a fucking gun right.

You felt Erik grip your waist as he whispered in your ear, “Get behind me.” Erik stepped in front of you and the movement startled the guy, causing him to point the gun at the both of you. The cashier started crying, drawing back the thief’s attention.

“Stop crying bitch and give me all of your fucking money!” That only made her cry even harder, which wasn’t funny, but her cry was ugly as fuck. Her face wasn’t helping the situation. She needed to keep her calm. You’ve learned that crying doesn’t stop a bullet. Crying would only expedite someone’s chance of being shot. There was no need for her to cry. She was going to walk out of here with her life.

You turned to Erik, slightly amused, “Go guard the door,” you commanded.

He shook his head, “Nah, I’m about to kick his ass. Fucking up our night and shit,” he urged.

Erik wasn’t even looking at you. He was solely focused on the son of a bitch pointing a gun at the cashier. Who was still crying by the way. You rolled your eyes. Her cry was starting to annoy you now. You didn’t know who irritated you more. The pathetic thief or the bawling cashier.

You placed a hand on Erik’s shoulder, capturing his attention. You paused for a beat as he looked at you. Well, goddamn. That raving look Erik had in his eyes was all too familiar. Those were the eyes of a person who has witnessed some viperous shit. That look in his eye did something to you. It made your nipples hard, but it also made you wonder how familiar he was with a situation like this. He wasn’t scared at all. He was just very pissed off.

“Nigga, will you do what I say and just guard the fucking door? Don’t let him leave.”

“Aight fine,” He acceded. Erik gently placed the bags on the floor, “But if he comes at me imma bust his fucking face.” He assured as he sauntered over to the door, blocking it.

The thief didn’t know who to point his gun at now. His eyes landed on you as you vapidly waved at him. He pointed the gun at you, taking a step forward, “Back up nigger! Back up right now before I put you down like the nigger bitch you are!”

Oh, so this son of a bitch was not only a coward, but a racist, too huh? He wouldn’t even look your way if he knew what you were truly capable of. Initially, you were gonna go soft on him, but now you were about to whoop that ass. Like Tyson.

Erik took an angry step toward the thief, “Man who the fuck—”

You put your hand up, cutting him off, “—I got this, E. Just guard the door.”

Erik went back to guarding the door. He was fuming now. He frowned, mumbling under his breath with his fists clenched by his side as he watched the situation unfold before him. Obviously, Erik was used to doing the ass kicking. Now that the two of you are friends, he’d have to find something else to do because you were the ass kicker. For now, he’d just have to guard the door and watch.

You took a step toward the armed man, “Shoot me.”

The thief was shocked. So were Erik and the cashier by the look on their faces. They looked at you like you were batshit crazy. Their reactions made you giggle. You weren’t that crazy, you just knew that this guy was full of shit and you weren’t afraid to call his bluff.

“Oh, you don’t think I will shoot?” He bellowed.

You knew he wouldn’t. He was too scared. Predictable, even. From the way he was sweating he was probably about to shit himself. You were actually enjoying this. It’s been a while since you’ve had an encounter like this.

“Shoot me!” You yelled, provoking him.

This pathetic excuse of a thief didn’t know what to do. Completely caught off guard. He had no cards left to play. His eyes shifted, analyzing the store. You were absolutely positive that he was trying to plan his exit. If he had any brains at all he would have done that first.

While his attention wasn’t completely fixed on you, you decided this was your chance to take the gun away from him. You eyed the rack of electronics next to you, you needed something to swing with a good balance. Nothing on the rack was good enough. You began to get frustrated until you saw the bathroom key. It was hooked on a metallic like rod. Perfect for swinging.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

We have a winner!

You quickly grabbed it, slapping it across the thief’s face. He screamed, dropping the gun as he ran a hand over the oozing cut on his left cheek. He bent over to grab the gun off the floor, but you kneed him in his face. He groaned loudly, falling to his knees. Surprisingly, he still tried to grab the gun. This guy had a lot of vigor. You had to give him that.

The distant sound of police sirens made you wince. You never had a positive encounter with cops. You were ready to get the fuck out of here.

Erik rushed over, grabbing the gun off of the floor. You gripped the thief’s hair tightly, forcing him to look up at you. You hummed lightly, more than satisfied that you made him bleed. You were rusty. This definitely wasn’t your best work. He only had two deep cuts on his face and a suspected broken nose. You’ve done much worse damage to others.

“This is for being a good for nothing, low life asshole,” you said as you crisply punched him in the nose. He faltered, but you gripped his hair tighter, keeping him in place. Well, if it wasn’t before his nose was definitely broken now.

“And this is for being a racist piece of shit!” You screamed as you kicked him right in his nuts. He howled in pain, falling to the ground as you let go of his greasy mane. The thief was in a fetal position, gasping in agony as he nursed his damaged nuts.

The cops rushed in, guns at the ready as they aggressively picked the thief up from the ground. One of the cops tucked her gun away as she began to read the thief his Miranda rights.

“Who’s the nigga bitch now?!” Erik asked, taunting the crying thief as the cops slapped handcuffs on him, taking him out of the store. Another cop pulled Erik to the side to get a statement and to take the gun into evidence.

“Oh, thank you miss!” The cashier ran from around the corner, wrapping her arms around you tightly in thanks.

You pulled away from her, “Look, the next time some shit like this happens don’t cry, okay? Your cry is extremely hard on the eyes and if it were me, I’d shoot you on principle.”

“Um...okay then. Thanks.”

You rolled your eyes, walking away from her. One of the cops motioned for you to come over to them. They probably wanted you to give a statement. You didn’t feel like it. You just wanted to get some fucking snacks and finish studying for your finals. You shuffled over to the cop to give your statement.

After about the fifth time you explained what happened you were fed up. Cops were so fucking stupid. Which was one major reason why you despised them. There was a news crew out here. They asked you multiple times if they could ask you a few questions and you told them no. You didn’t need anyone from your past finding out where you were. You wanted to live your best life and nothing good came from your past.

You looked around for Erik, smiling as he dramatically rolled his eyes at you once your eyes landed on him. He was done making his statement, waiting for you by the front of the store with the both of your bags in his hands. Officer Barnett, the cop you were currently talking to was writing your statement down in his notepad. He was tall, kind and very nice to look at so you didn’t really mind talking to him. You were very hungry though and you desperately wanted this day to end.

You faked a yawn, sighing deeply, “Look, is that all you need? I’m a college student and I’d really like to get back to studying for my finals.”

Officer Barnett closed his notepad, smiling down at you, “Yeah, you’re good to go. Have a good night, kid.”

“Thank you.”

You skipped over to Erik, opening the door for him, you followed him out of the store, grabbing one of the bags out of his hand in search of your white cheddar cheez-its. Your stomach was growling like a hungry lion. Once you were farther away from the cops, Erik stopped walking, cutting his eyes at you. You stopped walking too and crossed your arms over your chest as you turned to face him.

“What?” You asked. He didn’t say anything though, he just smirked at you. The longer you looked at him the harder it became for you to keep a straight face. He was so goddamn fine. His smirk affected you way more than it should.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“One of the cops told me that the gun was fake. You knew it was fake, didn’t you? That’s why you told him to shoot you.”

“Yes, I knew it was fake.” You admitted, biting your bottom lip to hide your smile. Erik made the silliest faces. Every face he made caused you to feel butterflies inside. You were already fucked without you know, actually being fucked.

“How’d you know?”

“Well, after analyzing the gun for a few seconds it was easy to tell that it was a replica. Most fake guns have an orange strip along the top of the barrel. Which his did. His stupid ass could have taken it off or colored over it but he didn’t because he’s an ignorant fuck. Plus, his revolver didn’t even have an ejection rod. How are you gonna get a gun to shoot without an ejection rod? I knew he was bluffin’ and I called him out on it.”

You were damn proud of yourself and so was Erik by the satisfied look on his face. For several seconds he just stood there, admiring you. You were ready to go inside though. It was freezing and you most certainly did not feel like getting sick.

“I ain’t gonna even lie, (Y/N). That just made my dick hard as fuck.” He confessed, beaming at you.

You cackled, shaking your head at him, “Let’s just go. We need to finish studying for finals.”

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Finals were finally over and you could somewhat relax now. Christmas was in three days and you were going to cook a nice meal like you always did. The last time you enjoyed Christmas you were seven-years old and your father was still alive. Now, it was just you. This time of the year was always bittersweet.

Ugh.

You were five seconds away from spazzing.

This guy Matthew who lived across the hall from you was working on your last nerve. Every fucking winter he had to blast Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You and you have had enough. You were close to having nightmares about the song. You even caught yourself singing  along to it last night. You sighed with relief as you heard the song end only to hear it start over again.

Oh, hell no.

You shot up from the couch, throwing open your front door, muttering to yourself as you took three large steps before you started banging on Matthew’s door. You frowned at the mistletoe he had on his door. This guy was so fucking extra. Decorating his side of the hallway and shit. Not everyone loved Christmas. You were about to let him have it.

“Shut that shit off, Matthew! You play that goddamn Mariah Carey song every year over and over again and I’m sick of it!”

You heard him jabbering on the other side of the door, stomping lightly. Seconds after the volume decreased, the door flew open, “Oh, c’mon, (Y/N)! Where’s your Christmas spirit?”

“My Christmas spirit is about to be up your lily-white ass that’s where!”

“Oh, fuck you!” He screamed as he slammed the door in your face.

“No, fuck you! All I want for Christmas is for you to shut the fuck up!” You yelled, punching the door a few times for emphasis.

As you made your way back to your apartment you noticed Erik smirking at you from his apartment door. You were actually shocked to see him. You haven’t talked to him since finals last week. You didn’t even know he was here. You just assumed he went home for Christmas.

“What?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest.

“Why are you so mean?” He questioned, walking over to you.

“I just fuckin’ hate Christmas!”

He chuckled, “Yeah, me too. Never quite understood all the hype of it.”

“Well, that’s good to know.”  You muttered sarcastically.

“You not going home for Christmas break?” He asked, leaning against the wall.

“I don’t have any family. I’ve pretty much been on my own since I could remember.” You shrugged, looking at the ground.

He nodded, “Yeah, I know all about being on your own.”

“What about you? You leaving for break?”

“Nah, don’t have a home. Never have.”

You huffed, “Well aren’t we some homeless sons of bitches?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I guess we are.”

There was a moment of silence. It was obvious that he wanted to ask you something, but he didn’t know how to say it. You wanted to ask him to spend Christmas with you, but you didn’t know if that was a good idea. You haven’t spent Christmas with another person in years. Also, the sexual tension between the both of you has gotten so bad, you could just feel the heat radiating of the both of you whenever your were in each other’s presence. Kind of like right now. Erik smiled at you, waving goodbye as he turned, making his way back to his apartment. It was now or never you thought.

“Erik?” He turned back around, taking a step toward you, raising an eyebrow in question. You knew this was going to be a turning point, but you just didn’t care anymore. You were really digging Erik, like a lot. He understood you more than anyone else ever has. From the sound of it, he’s suffered just as much as you if not more. You both deserved some type of happiness, right? You enjoyed his friendship immensely, but if it lead to something more, who were you to stop fate?

“I always cook a nice meal every Christmas. Which is kind of sad now that I think about it because I’m the only one who eats it, but I’d be really happy to not have to eat alone this year.”

“Sounds good to me. I usually eat McDonald’s and get drunk while I watch Home Alone.”

You giggled, “Well, this Christmas you can eat some real food and get drunk with me while we watch Home Alone.”

“Aight, ma. You want me to bring anything?”

“Liquor.”

“I got you. You a white or brown liquor type?”

“Definitely brown.” You nodded.

You didn’t know what this Christmas was about to hold, but you knew it was going to be memorable. You were excited for Christmas now. You haven’t been this for thrilled for Christmas in a long time. Ooohhh, should you get him a gift? You might even buy a small Christmas tree just to have a place to put Erik’s gift.

[hardykat]

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[she-is-a-saucey]

-plays theme-THREE AINT ENOUGH MAN I NEED FIVE AYYYEEE BIG E HAHA

AYE! That's gonna be the wedding march song! XDDD