#this aint tchalla

[erikismybitch]

Waiting In Vain : Chapter 13

Come Get to this .

Marley had just gotten home from a long shift at the bar . Her feet were killing her from walking back and forth on the hard floor all night . She threw her keys somewhere on the living room rug , along with her bag. Her superstitious mother told her to never put her purse on the floor, or she would be broke . So she kindly picked it up, even though she didn’t want to, and put it on the couch. By the time she reached her bathroom , she had already stripped down naked for the shower .

It felt so good , the water burned into her overworked muscles like a massage . She needed one of those , Marley had been working hard . And she hadn’t seen Erik in a while. He was away for work at first , in some place where phone service for foreigners was nonexistent . But whenever he got the chance , he’d call her . Only short conversations about their days, then he had to go. But he had been back for a few days . They just had two schedules that wouldnt permit them to be together.

Other than her long shift, Marley had a good day. In fact she had been having good days . She sat on her bed , dry from her towel but still slightly sticky warm from the water . The mango shea butter she applied all over her body gave her a glow . She laid there on her bed , with the slight lump of emotion in her throat .

The TV was on mute , something good was on but she couldn’t keep focus . Then, she started smiling out of nowhere , thinking about Erik . Just everything about him she liked . Even the way he coughed excited her . How he was so tough when he didn’t need to be , and how calm he was when he handled her .

Marley purposely laughed out loud to herself “Oh my god , you are tripping!” she tried to somehow convince herself that this kind of behavior wasn’t normal. But it was , especially when you liked somebody. Marley had liked Erik for a while, but this was different. It was below the surface of things , deeper . She thought about him all of the time, she wanted him all the time . Marley hated that feeling, she had that feeling long ago with Trey and it ended. Even though her relationship with Trey was good...until it wasn’t . But she knew Erik was not Trey and she didn’t like to compare the two . She also had to stop comparing herself to her cousin. Marleybhad to remember that Erik wanted to be with her, he said so himself . She turned the TV off . Then hit shuffle on her iPad that sat on her dresser . The Bluetooth was forever connected to her speaker , so it played.

Marvin Gaye - I Want You (Vocal)

Oldies always played through Marley’s speakers . Rather it be Soul, Dancehall or R&B . Sometimes she dabbled in New Age music , but nothing gave her good vibes the way the old songs did. Her mom used to tell people “Marley has an old soul”, whatever that may mean.

Melodies from the song sounded like love. Marley thought it was weird, but that was the only way to explain it . She had heard the song millions of times, this time wasn’t the same . The cords reminded her of him. Marvin Gaye’s aggressiveness reminded her of him. They way the song came together , the music was talking to her. Every lyric explaining exactly how she felt . She closed her eyes and stretched her toes to the rhythm . Envisioning a state where the words were her reality.

“I want you , the right way , I want you and I want you to want me to ...”

Marley turned over and grabbed her phone , she scrolled to their text thread and read the transcripts from the last couple of days . she wanted to tell Erik that she wanted him , just like the song said . But she thought it would be too forward , Erik was a little hard to read . She settled on something simple.

What are you doing.

Nothing was as simplistic at that. It’s funny , because Erik was thinking about her too . He was laying in the bed because he had an early morning that next day . The text woke him up . Even though he knew he needed sleep , he needed her too .

About to come over if you home .

The giddiness Marley felt when she saw the response. Erik watched the time , a quarter past twelve . She responded right away .

I’ll leave the door unlocked .

He wanted to tell her not to do that , because it wasn’t safe . Erik would loose his shit if something happened to her this early into things . Before he could have this new experience . He didn’t though , this overprotective-ness thing always went into overdrive when it came to Marley . He didn’t live that far from her and he drove like a bat out of hell . Nothing could happen to her in between time . Erik made sure to remind her to use the camera on the doorbell if she did leave it unlocked . He got dressed quickly , slipped on shoes and dashed for the door .

Marley heard him when he came in the apartment, in fact she saw him through the doorbell camera. Marley didn’t have to tell him to come back to her room , he was already there . Marley was cuddled against her biggest pillow . Dressed in nothing but a short white cami and white panties . Her scarf was hanging off of her head , Erik would probably make it fall off soon. Marley wasn’t extra, or even trying to be sexy . To him, she just was . And even if she did ... he’s be fine with that too.

“Hey” Marley’s sweet voice was like honey to a sore throat. He kicked off his shoes and threw down his hoodie. Erik then claimed his new spot beside her . She turned in a way so that they could face eachother. “You miss me?” She was only kidding with him. The apples of her cheeks rose to make her eyes chink .

“Yup”

Marley was overjoyed with effulgence , she didn’t expect him to say that. She thought maybe he’d joke with her too , but no .

“For real?” Her brow lifted in curiosity.

“I’m not about to say that shit again” Erik rolled his eyes like a brat.

Marley gave an airy laugh. Then “I missed you too” muttered carefully from her lips as her gaze set on his lips inching closer to hers . He kissed her first, nice and slow . When he pulled back you could hear the slight wet pop. His eyes were hazy, Erik smirked because hers were still closed and waiting for him to come back . So he did . Along with his wandering left hand that just had to grip the side of her jiggly ass .

Marley wrapped her leg around his waist to be closer to him, it excited her . He groaned against her lips , bewildered by her forward behavior. Even thought Erik knew she could never be as aggressive as him. He pushed her back down onto the mattress hard and broke the kiss. Marley bit on her lip, still tasting sweet traces of this man that infatuated her. The bottom of her cami rose up way above her belly , the bottom of her breast were peaking through. Erik gave a solid hit on her ass . Her giggles were muffled by the pillow she stuffed her face in.

“Stop being shy” his tone was calm , but his actions weren’t . He hit her again , she moaned this time . It hurt good.

“I’m not” her face still in the pillow .

“Look at me then” there was solemn in his voice so Marley showed him her face .

“It’s just...” she began to talk , but had gotten distracted by his chiseled arms. Her free hand ran up and down his arm a few times . He gloated .

“Nothin’ ”

“You good” He sealed with a smirk.

Erik lifted her cami and uncovered her body . He kissed the spot right above her belly button and bit lightly in between her breast. Her breast that bounced slightly each time he made a move . Erik liked that shit, he was a breast man. He claimed her nipples , squeezing both breast together like a two for one deal. He massaged them gently, then took turns on either one his mouth craved . Marley traced the back of his head with her fingers . She tried hard not to stuff her face back into her pillow .

Erik had decided that was enough , he’d get back to those later . He sat up in front of her , in that classic position with her laying on her back . He gazed at the radiant figure she had . Her curvy body that looked so strong and fertile . Like it could handle everything he wanted to give her , everything he was going to give her .

His shirt came off with ease . This was the first time she’d seen his body in a long time . Not in the dark kitchen of her old apartment, but in this luminous room. With soft lighting from the moon and her lemon scented candle . His muscles were everything to her , she knew he could probably bench press her weight with ease . Marley felt her little precious clit throbbing . He took grip at the rim of her panties . His touch alone made the hairs on the back of her arms stand up at attention . Her blood rushed to the center of her nub. “Omg” repeated over and over in her head .

Another body, number eight to be exact. But that shit was meaningless, especially if this was the man she’d be with forever .

Forever Marley ? Girl it’s too early ...

There wasn’t even a title between the two of them , and she was already having thoughts of forever .

Marley was delighted by the feeling of him slipping her panties down her leg . She was already so wet that her panties were slightly sticking to her . Marley eased up and let him pull them all the way off . She spread her legs in a wide V. Erik got off the bed , still in view between her legs, he slipped off his sweats and briefs.

Marley wanted to say something like

“Will this change us ?”

“Is this all you want?”

But instead of talking she brought his face down to hers and kissed him . Eriks hips retreated back , and forth as he found her entrance . His tip felt that warm slippery wet hole and he eased himself in, just a little bit .

Marley let out a short gasp , unprepared for his size . He expected that, that’s what all the girls did . A couple inches slid in and out at a steady pace , she stopped retracting and allowed him to do as he pleased . He kissed her neck to comfort her , she kept her hands on the back of his shoulder blades . When he felt her fingered grip become tighter , he knew he could give her more .

“Aight , Im finna’ put the whole thing in now” he told her casually, giving her another gentle kiss. Marley’s eyes spread in shock.

“Erik, it’s more?!” Marley panicked and rested on her elbows. She looked down at the act, in disbelief at how massive he was .Overwhelmed by the site of his huge dick stroking in and out of her . She coated all his inches , ten inches if she had to guess a number.

Erik was amused by her amusement. “You like watching my dick fuck you like this?” His voice was so raspy and full of lust. When she didn’t answer , he slammed into her hard , resulting in a huge slap . When he did it again her head flew black in bliss. He gave her another stroke, harder than before , the charge of pleasure that bolted threw her body made her fall back down on the bed.

“This the shit you like, huh?” He asked , but it was more of a statement by looking at her reaction . Her mouth drew wide open , Erik invaded her , reaching every spot that needed to be hit . Scratching every itch that had been yearning to be touched. Erik fucked her hard and steady , rhythmic almost . His ass muscles flexed at his technique. Marley felt like he had rehearsed exactly what to do to her body . Her lower lips were swelling on account of his body hitting hers so hard . His thick rod hit a nub of pleasure inside of her . It felt so fucking good that Marley finally let out a moan loud enough for him to notice. It came out so uncontroled, so honest that her body practically did it for her .

Erik thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. It threw him off game , he’d heard the moans and screams from numerous women before her. But they didn’t sound like this. Not like Marley. They didn’t come from the girl that lit his fire quite like she did . He looked up at her , his face softened with tenderness. Clueless to her effect he made her moan again for him . It was more bewildering than the first .

“Shit, Marley...” he sucked in air and hissed. Erik needed to hear that sound again , and again and again . So he made sure that every stroke gave him that even exchange. Even when she shook or her breath hitched like she was losing it . He gave her all he had , long and hard .

Marleys eyes met his for the first time . Her exposed breast bounced to his cadence. Erik didn’t understand that in the midst of getting fucked , how did she manage to still look so angelic. Marley gripped the sheets and when that wasn’t enough , she gripped him. She wanted to bite him, slap him maybe for what he was doing to her . And when gripping him wasn’t enough , she tugged at his dreads . Without words she was telling him that she needed him, and he was doing everything right .

“Oh my god , Baby!” her voice croaked and almost broke him down . Erik slowed his pace , she let out a deep sigh of relief . It was quiet for a moment, but a nice type of quiet . Where all they could hear were sloshing sounds of his dick , filling her wetness . With hitched breath, Marley looked him and asked “What’s wrong you okay?”

She worried , noticing the shift in him . He just laughed to himself and nodded his head . He thought it was sweet that she was worried about him, when it was the total opposite. “Yeah I’m good . You good ?” He slipped out of her, gazing at just how well she glazed his entire dick . Not just some of it, the whole thing. Every girl couldn’t do that for him.

Marley pushed against him , feeling empty because she wanted him back inside of her. Her plee didn’t go unnoticed, Erik was just beginning . He lifted one of Marleys firm legs up and placed it on his shoulder . He positioned inbetwen them . This gave full access for him to get deeper. Her eyes shut slowly. No cautioning , he invaded her . Her bed , that had never made noise before was now squeaking loudly because of how forceful Erik fucked her . He held on to her thigh. She held on to nothing , whenever she tried to grab a hold of anything , Erik slapped her hands away . She held back her screams but it was apparent on her face what she wanted to do . Marley was afraid of the sound she would let out . It would be ugly, exactly how she heard her cousin scream all those nights . Even her headboard hit the wall , she prayed that her elderly neighbors wouldn’t be bothered .

Just when she felt like she couldn’t take him any longer , she quickly used her hands to push him away . She wasn’t fast enough , Erik caught her .

“Why you running from me huh?” he teased and came down to her , never letting up his strokes . The same pace , the same hardness . His free hand squeezed her cheeks together, making her lips pout out . Hungrily he licked on her lips like a mad man. And when she looked as if she was about to try and run again, his hand latched on to her neck. Marley could feel herself going over the edge as he choked her. Her walls clinched around his manhood. Marleys face scrunched , her nostrils flared . She was embarrassed at how hideous she knew she looked . To Eriks view , it was the sexist face she had ever made .

He let her ease back down “Where the fuck you goin Mar ?” he said gently, followed by a satisfying groan .

“No where” she told him. Marley wasn’t going anywhere

“You so beautiful, you know I got you now.... Right” Erik ran his face along the side of hers . The feeling of his facial hair brushing against her skin reminded her of how much of a man he was . How rugged he was . His dreads overtook his face and hid the tiny beads of sweat. She pulled them back so she could kiss him . She wanted him to say that again to her . He was making her feel safe with him.

“When you run, I’ll always catch you” The break was over, Erik started to slam into her again . “You got it?” Erik was so aggressive with her, because he meant it .

“Yesssssss! ” she cried out long and submissively while He continued to get that spot “I got it baby... okay!”

“Ain’t no running, you take this shit!”

Marley could no longer make out any words but that didn’t stop her yelling out . She called on god so loud , you would have thought he walked into the room.

Each time Erik came down inside of her, he’d seethe the words “Take it! ....Take it!... Take it!” Through clinched teeth. He looked at her face of bliss , it made his blood rush to the tip of his manhood. He could have fucked her all over this room , he could have flipped her in every kind of position. But with missionary , it was a different kind of intimacy. He could kiss her , look into her eyes and make that connection with her. And if he could make her cum like this , the possibilities were endless .

“Damn , you look so good when you take my dick”

Scooping strokes that make her body want to explode . “My legs are shaking baby !” Marley had made a mess , they were on top of the huge puddle she had made . “Yes Erik , Fuck!” She buried the side of her face into a pillow , her hips arched forward so hard that the covers went down with her . Erik could feel the sensation setting from his balls , and making its short journey through his dick . He was about to bust , and right before he slipped up, he pulled out . Casting his warm coating all over the inside of her thigh.

He flipped himself over and laid on his back . Marley stayed in the position . Her legs were wide open . She tugged at her nipples as a way of easing herself. Marley was bewildered at what had just taken place . Erik was good at everything. She gazed off through her slightly open curtains, thinking about how she couldn’t wait for him to leave , just so she could see him all over again when he came back.

“ I almost didn’t pull out” he said , as if it was nothing . Reality had set in, they had used no condom and Marley was not on the pill . She was playing with fire . Marley got out of the bed and walked to her bathroom. Careful not to drip over her floor .

Erik was still in her room when she came back . After a quick wash up she had walked back in covered by her robe. He was dressed and sitting on the bed facing door . Marley could clearly see that he was about to leave her in this late hour . She closed her door and put her back against it . Her crossed arms were much like an angry mom. He could have jetted off while she was in her bathroom, At least he had the decency to wait for her .

“Come here” Erik could tell Marley felt a way about him leaving . Slowly she walked towards him. Erik wrapped his arm around her waist and used his freehand to scroll his phone . He was noting the time “I work in a few hours”

“Fuck work” she giggled and straddled his lap, causing him to fall back on her mattress . Eriks hands palmed her ass, like a magnet . He wanted to stay there, but tonight was all bad.

“My job won’t have that, I can’t ”

“Stay, make me cum again. I liked that” Marley kissed his neck quickly like a chicken pecking for food.

“Nah, my round two always lasts a lot longer” With his strong arms he managed to push her off of him. Marley flopped on to her bed, only craving the feeling of him more than before . She groaned when she felt the weight of the bed shift . Erik had gotten up .

“Fineeee” Marley dragged like a kid who couldn’t get their way . Marley walked him to the door . They shared a kiss and Erik left . Marley stayed glued at door until she heard his loud engine start. She didn’t walk away until she heard it head down her street . Then , she grabbed a clean sheet set from her linen closet .

(Hope it’s not a lot of typos)

[backdraft-bimbo]

Kinda want Zemo to be redeemed but I know he’s gonna stab Sam and Bucky in the back, it’s only a matter of time

[tchallasbabymama]

Potential Breakup Fic

Yes, this is inspired by the re-release of the classic “Potential Breakup Song” by legends Aly & AJ. Check out the rest of my Masterlist HERE. Enjoy!

Word count: 2223

CW: Niggas aint shit. Kiana sat on her couch and tried not to cry into her glass of merlot. She took off her heels and got up to unzip her dress and take off her bra since she knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. She checked her phone again and was met with an empty screen. No notifications, no missed calls. She threw her phone down in anger, and was thankful when she noticed the screen didn’t crack.

“I can't believe this nigga.”

She looked at the clock and shook her head. It was 12:07am, and her 25th birthday was officially over without so much as a word from her boyfriend. Just last night he had told her to be ready by 7, and she hadn't heard from him since.

They had been together, on and off, for three years. They met their junior year at Howard, but didn’t hit it off right away. He was too slick for her liking, but over time he eventually weaseled his way into her heart. His smile lit up the whole room and his big brown eyes could seduce anyone just like that. And he did, constantly. T’Challa was a huge flirt, and it was cute when they were still single and just getting to know each other, but even now T’Challa turns his charm on for every pretty face he sees. Kiana had brought it up to him many times, letting him know how disrespected she felt. He would always say the same thing.

“But entle, I’m just being nice. You know I only have eyes for you.”

She did know that once, but that ended about a year and a half ago when she was casually scrolling through twitter on his phone and caught him cheating.

“T’Challa!”

“Yes, my love?”

“What the fuck is this?!”

“Why are you on my phone?!”

“Don't fucking raise your voice at me, I’m not in the wrong here. I saw a funny tweet and started scrolling when YOU got a text from some bitch named Jasmine talking bout ‘I miss you daddy’ and sending you pictures of her pussy. Care to explain?”

He reached for the phone and she pulled it away from him.

“Nah-uh, talk.”

He sighed in exasperation. 

“If you give me the phone I can explain, sithan-”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me, answer the goddamn question. How long, T’Challa?!”

“Just once. Eh, one and a half maybe-”

He was interrupted by a throw pillow to the head.

“How the fuck do you halfway cheat nigga?!”

“She just gave me head the first ti-”

“That’s still cheating!”

“Will you lower your voice? You have neighbors.”

“Fuck! Them! Did you even use a condom?”

“Yes, Kiana I’m not-”

“Stupid? You’re not stupid?” Kiana laughed. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“My love, I-”

“Oh now I’m your love? Where the fuck was that energy when you were balls deep in this other bitch?!”

T’Challa stood there dumbstruck. He had never seen Kiana get this angry and didn’t know what to say. He knew he was wrong when he did it, but seeing the tears streaming down her face made him truly regret what he’d done. She had been so busy with school and work that she barely had time for him anymore. He had needs and just so happened to stumble upon someone more than willing to fulfil them. 

He cursed himself for not locking his phone or at the very least, turning it over. 

“How many, T’Challa...” Kiana sniffled.

“I told you, it was only twice-”

“How many women?!”

He froze, not knowing if he should mention Lisa since that was so much earlier in their relationship.

“Oh my god...oh my god...oh my- are you fucking serious?! I-I have to...I have to go get tested, I-”

“Kia-”

“What?!”

She looked at him with such fierceness that he shrunk under her gaze.

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t do it to hurt you, I was-”

He was stopped by a heavy-handed slap across his cheek that nearly knocked him over.

“Get the fuck out.” She said, barely above a whisper.

Six months later they ran into each other in the grocery store and decided to catch up over a cup of coffee. Kiana had healed and moved on, but T’Challa was still stuck on her. They had spent almost two good years together before he ruined what they had, and he just couldn’t let it go. He loved her, and he was determined to make it work this time.

Or so he really, truly thought before he met Marci...and Tanisha...

T’Challa knew he wasn’t a one-woman man, but he just couldn’t let Kiana go. His dalliances were never serious, just enough to scratch his constant itching. Sometimes they were a one-time thing, but others stuck around if they were good enough and knew how to be discreet. No matter what though, he always came back home to Kiana because despite his trash behavior, he really did love her in his own toxic way.

However, he didn’t love her enough to double check his calendar before leaving work on her birthday, or any day leading up to it. He had forgotten what day it was, and when he told Kiana to be ready at 7 he just meant for a regular date night. 

It had been a long day at the Wakandan Embassy and Kiana’s Prince Charming needed a drink more than anything. He stopped at the first bar he came across that looked halfway decent. T’Challa walked up to the bar and caught the eye of the beautiful barkeep.

“Hiya, what can I do for you?”

T’Challa smiled his panty-dropping smile and she smiled back, revealing her perfect, white teeth. There was nothing he loved more than a pretty smile.

“Well, miss…”

“Tanisha,” she responded while using both arms to mix a shaker full of liquid courage and ice. His eyes avoided her chest, slyly watching in the periphery only. 

“Well, Miss Tanisha, I had a horrible day at work and I am in need of a whiskey on the rocks. Preferably Jack, but truly anything will do.”

“We all have those days honey. Here’s a double on the house,” she said as she slid the drink to him across the bar top with a wink.

T’Challa licked his lips and lifted his glass to her before taking a sip of the warm amber liquid. He let out a sigh and his day seemed to melt away. 

Tanisha kept coming back to check on him and they would chat when the crowd died down. T’Challa was on his third double when she came over with a plate of wings.

“You’re an angel.” He dug into the wings and made a complete mess on his shirt, so he went to the bathroom to try to wash the stain out. On his way back to the bar he noticed a very tall and sweaty man leaning over the bar trying to talk to Tanisha. From what he could see, she wasn’t feeling the conversation, but he kept approaching her anyway. When T’Challa returned to his seat she immediately gravitated towards him. This angered Mr. Tall and Sweaty, who drunkenly attempted to punch T’Challa in the face. T’Challa dodged the lazy punch and knocked him out cold with one hit. Security saw the whole thing go down, and removed Tall and Sweaty from the building once he came to. 

“What you got planned for the night, handsome?”

“Nothing at all, why do you ask?”

“I get off at 9, wanna hang out?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good, now here’s a water.”

“Thank you, angel.”

By 10pm he was already halfway inside her, and when his phone started vibrating he was too wrapped up in her to think anything of it. Without looking he quieted the annoying sound and turned the phone off so he could focus on the task at hand.

Two and a half hours later, T’Challa was creeping out of Tanisha’s bed right as Kiana was sliding into hers. She had washed off all her makeup, but she didn’t have the emotional energy to tie up her hair. Normally she would wear one of T’Challa’s t-shirts, but she was too angry with him so she slept in a cute nighty she never wore. She admired herself in the mirror for half a second before bursting into tears and pulling the covers up to her head. She tried to stop crying, but the tears kept coming and she eventually gave herself a headache. How could he miss her birthday?

Kiana got up and threw on her plush maroon robe before she padded to the bathroom to grab some Advil. On the way she noticed her phone getting multiple notifications, the first of which was from her best friend Bebe.

“Have u seen this?! Sis, I’m so sorry. When we slashing his tires? Just 3 tho, this nigga needs to pay $$$.”

“What the fuck is she talking about?”

Kiana clicked the link and saw that it was Bebe’s cousin Darrell’s Instagram Story. Apparently there was a fight at the bar where he was celebrating a coworker’s promotion and he had filmed it for all of Instagram to see. Kayla stared at her phone in shock. There was her aint-shit boyfriend at a goddamn bar on her fucking birthday. She watched him punch a guy in the face on her birthday. At a bar. Without her.

She thought the kicker came when she saw him turn around and flirt with the bartender, but the story after that just about killed her. There he was, leading her out the back door with his hand too far down on her lower back to be simply platonic. Even the caption read “Ooooh someone’s about to get some ‘thank you’ pussy. That damsel in distress pussy hit different!”

Kiana saw red and almost cracked her phone for a second time tonight. 

She grabbed the remaining merlot and downed it before throwing the bottle at the picture of them on the fridge. She watched the glass shatter and cut their faces while the trace bit of deep red wine seeped down the picture like blood. She wanted to trash the whole place, but remembered she would have to clean it later. Kiana started to hyperventilate and felt like she needed to get some air when she heard the lock turn.

“Kiki, what are you doin- are you ok? What happened here?”

Kiana ignored him as she walked towards where she threw her phone, silently pulling up the story and handing it to him. She watched his face go from confused, to shocked, to fearful. No regret, though. 

“Ki-”

“Give me your key.”

“Kiana, please let me-”

“The key. Now,” she said with her voice completely devoid of any emotion.

T’Challa assumed she would be angry and yell or throw things, but this quiet storm terrified him. To him, it felt like she didn’t even care anymore. He was right.

He slowly reached his hand out and she snatched the key ring, removing hers and tossing the rest back to him.

“I’ll have your stuff packed by the morning. It’ll be outside my door by 8am. If it’s still there when I get back from work it’s going in the trash.”

T’Challa couldn’t bear the coldness in her voice. Tears rolled down his face and his knees buckled.

“Kiana, please. I can explain, I didn-”

“I don't give a fuck what you did or didnt do. You know why?”

“W-why?”

“Because it was my birthday, T’Challa. MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY and YOU forgot it. Not only did you forget it, my gift was you fucking some other bitch and leaving me lonely yet again. So no, I don't care if you fucked her or not even though I know your sorry ass did. I know she’s probably not the only one because I saw how easily you slid on in there in that video. You were way too comfortable, so I don't even want to ask you how many because it doesnt fucking matter anymore. Now you can stick your dick in every fine ass Black girl you see without remorse, oh wait...you were already doing that. So fuck you, get out my apartment before I call my brothers.”

“Kiana…”

“5, 4, 3,...” Kiana counted as she dialed her eldest brother Trey’s number, ignoring T'Challa's pathetic excuses. “2, 1… Hey Trey, I’m sorry did I wake you up?...Yeah I have a situat- oh look at that, his bitch ass is leaving-”

“I am sorry, Kiana,” T’Challa said one last time before she slammed the door in his face. He could hear her on the other side of the door explaining the situation to her brother, and when she started to cry it finally hit him. Her wails broke his spirit and more tears fell from his eyes. 

He knew Trey would be over soon to comfort his baby sister and he needed to get the hell out of dodge, so T’Challa left Kiana’s apartment and never came back. Not even for his things, which turned out to be the best thing for Kiana because she and her girls got to burn it all up in Trey’s backyard fire pit and finally release that toxic man from her life.

[spacesuitsforemergency]

Kitty and Seiji?

1. Okay but he’s giving her the silent treatment cause he likes needy Kitty so he’s seeing how far she’ll go to get his attention, so she uses her Catnip on him that basically entrances men to do as she says (which is helpful during heists), but he quickly turns into Svetlana so that it won’t work just to frustrate her even more-

2. She’s on a call with him using the Kimoyo bead bracelets, and she’s all “Y’know, we could use these to their full advantage, if you know what I mean~” and you just hear “T’KATIE FUNEKA KYLE ABSOLUTELY NOT-“

3. You know how cats bring you shit like dead birds as gifts? Kitty just brings him the weirdest shit and he’s all “Okay, I think you’ve been hanging around Maikel a bit too much...but like, thanks for the shrunken head!”

[rodrickheffeley]

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[blitzythefanvergentpitsterthings]

The Duolingo owl will defeat Thanos

[inmy-blueperiod]

LOOK AT YOU!!!! THE HANDSOMEST BEST LOOKING PERSON!!!!!! SO PROUD TO BE YOUR BROTHER

:O

:,,D

I LOVE YOUUUU <3 <3 <3

[putthestaffdown]

We all realize T’challa would have been able to lift Mjolnir, right?

[mceproductions]

Best of 2018 Music #4: Kendrick Lamar and SZA “All The Stars”

Curated Soundtracks can sometimes be considered mixed bags. When one artist has control over what music can go into a film you either have Timberlake with Trolls or Lorde with Mockingjay 1. A mixed bag on all counts.

 Kendrick Lamar got the task personally from Ryan Coogler on brining the world of TChalla beyond the African landscape into modern perceptions. With his eponymously titled album the world of the Black Panther now truly lived.

 More than obvious in the video and song for All The Stars as he and SZA go through what many feel is a jam session and culture lesson all mashed into one glorious mold.

Most strikingly used in Black Panthers end credits. Hands down the best ever for an MCU film. 

 The stars were closer this year for Lamar and company.

 Sum 22: Confrontation was definitely not new to Lamar, with the years most noteworthy video and visuals to back it up. Stars are closer.

[infinitexechoes]

                  ⤷ ▸ ▸ @madeinwakanda AZARI // T’CHALLA

                                 ❝ I do not see how you all can stand to play this game. How is the shotgun less powerful than that revolver? I hit that guy twice in the chest and he STILL did not die. Shot gun bullets...are very heavy. It should have --- at the very least --- knocked him out. And each round...ends...so quickly. This is not very fun to me at all. PUBG...is so much better.❞

[bucky-bby]

if i've said it once, i've said it a million times: i can't get enough of erik killmonger

[jiabeewrites]

Avengers Gender & Sexuality Headcanons

AIIGHT

Let's start with the og himself, america's ass

STEVE

def bisexual, he/him, deal with it, end of story

TONY

omni, i'd say pan but tony def has a preference for women so...

he/him

BRUCE

oh poor child

he's def he/they/xe... and ace.

doesn't really feel the need for gender conformity, so agender

pan, doesn't really care who he ends up with

prefers to be adressed by last name only

NAT

she/they, change my mind

asexual. it's canon, idc

def demiromantic, and prob bi, i wanna say

Clint is her biggest supporter

CLINT

oh dear lord this man aint queer but HES LEGIT BIGGEST ALLY

SUPPORTS NAT LIKE HELL

THOR

so he comes from asgard, where nobody really bats an eye at queerness. it's normal, get with the times, earth

he/they, cis man

def pan.

PROTECTOR OF LESBIANS

RHODEY

is he/him

gay

asexual

has to steer tony away from fans all the time at pride

PETER

TRANS PETER TRANS PETER

he's def afab but trans boi and PROUD

you'd think flash would bully... but no acc flash supports, will still bully peter with other things but wont really care abt peter being trans

cmon guys we live in the 21st century

uses he/him

comes out to tony first, tony's super happy and supportive

may finds out next and shes just so happy

this kid forgets to take off his binder so often omg

like ned and mj and may (and mira) MUST REMIND HIM or he'll forget

is biromantic and demisexual

MJ

is demigirl

uses she/they

bi with a pref for gals

NED

is like clint, altho he uses he/they bc he just really liked they/them pronouns

sweet boi, supports mj and peter sm

buys them pride flags

is the only ally that mj and peter trust tbh

LOKI

is genderfluid and pan, nuff said

will use any and all pronouns, at any given time

will punch a person if they misgender them

will punch person if they're being homophobic to peter

queer icon

BUCKY

non binary, doesn't really feel like male or fem

they/them

sam is a huge part of bucky's queer journey

biromantic asexual

came out to steve and his bestie just started crying happy tears

"get over it, punk"

uses peter as a queer encyclopedia

SAM

gay as freaking hell

he/him

takes bucky to his first pride parade

is an absolute LEGEND to queer pocs

VISION

agender

cmon he's a robot

has a male-ish voice so just uses he/him

indifferent asexual

pan

WANDA

SAPPHIC AS HELL

lesbian, demisexual

she/her

has girl nights with her twin

PIETRO

he/they/she

genderfluid, will use all pronouns at any given time

sees a pretty dress? will buy two. one for them and one for wanda

aromantic pansexual

TCHALLA

gay. GAY

he/they icon

wakanda is a safe place for EVERYONE

besides, all the dora milaje are wlw

is not a furry

ships sam and bucky

SHURI

she/xe

sapphic asexual

leaning towards women and fem aligned genders

started first wakandan pride parade

DR STRANGE

agender, doesn't see the point in gender most of the time, so they/them/he/him

believes there are two sexes but an infinite amount of genders

bi greyromantic homosexual

and there we go!

[supernova1us]

My Funko POP collection thus far

Don’t know why (boredom) but decided to take stock of all the pops I have collected(im honestly not a huge collector of them, just what catches my interest). Current POP count is 85.

Star Wars: rey(episode 8), rey skywalker(episode 9), supreme leader kylo ren, all 6 knights of ren, sidon ithano, ashoka tano(duel lightsabers), the mandolorean(newer armor), the child, the armorer, covert mandalorean, heavy artillery mandalorean, boba fett(mandalorean), L3-37, darth revan

Disney: steamboat mickey, maleficent(with throne), aurora(with forest base), Hyacinth Hippo(Fantasia), soldier Mulan, Lexington(gargoyles), all of the sinclair family(Dinosaurs), Rex playing Buzz lightyear game, Taran and horned king.

Marvel: endgame nebula, rogue, Soldier supreme, iron hammer, weapon hex, arachknight, ghost panther, diamond claws, madame hel, thor(jane foster), king tchalla & monster hunter(marvel vs capcom), Ironheart.

The Dark Crystal: jen, kira, mira, deet, the heretic, the wanderer, the chamberlain, the hunter

Ready Player One: perzival, artimis, aech, daito, sho, sorento, Irok

Critical Role: pike, grog, scanlan, vax, vex, percy, keyleth, trinket

Misc: mewtwo, raichu, spyro the dragon, gnasty gnorc, she-ra, raditz, brigitte lindholm, mei(overwatch), T.O.M., bran stark, megatron, soundwave, drift(AOE), the Lich king, Sauron, slifer the sky dragon(giant), illidan, korra, sukki, tumblebee(wetmore forest), magnus twistknot(wetmore forest), rita repulsa(film), green ranger rita repulsa.

Soon to be added(hopfully): the witch king of angmar, rita repulsa, deathwing, grumble(wetmore forest), scream(marvel), Cheshire Cat(Tim burton), general grevious(both versions), starscream, dinopool, Venomized Ironheart, captain America Sam wilson, squirrel girl, ultron(what if? version), psyduck, mew, Tiamat, teen Titans go(the “night begins to shine” set), Killer mother(teen titans), infinity stones snap ironman(endgame), gimli, master chief, grunt(halo), smaug, thorin oakenshield, the rest of the gargoyles series, twilight ringwraith(LOTR), dino ultrazord, mojo jojo, anything from the myths series, anything Winnie the Pooh. 

Suuuuuuper hard to get but I aint giving up: Stinkor, Hordak, Obelisk the tormenter, Orge(gummie bears).

[eerythingisshaka]

Watched Black Panther with my mom for the first time this week. Heres what she thought:

She noticed right off Shuri changed her whole wardrobe to fight. Took me clean out "did she really just change her hair and add them dots for this?"

She laughed at erik's "hey auntie" and "wassup" and "is this ya king??!" Couldnt understand why he was talking so "modern"

She was kinda on Erik side that he should try for the throne but didnt appreciate him acting a fool with it.

Could NOT with Erik killing his girlfriend to get to Klaue.

She appreciated mbaku's grace to tchalla for letting him live.

She did NOT want tchalla to show Erik ANY grace when he stabbed him. Had no heart for eriks tears either "he so tough til now, he bet not help him!"

Everett confused her the most cuz she couldnt keep clear that he was on tchalla's side or not, which is honestly tea

Thought w'kabi was late in giving in to okoye when they whole country was already fighting cuz of him

And she enjoys lupita nyong'o as a an actress now (we watched Us and Little Monsters before this)

And at the end of the day she still dont understand why I went to the theaters five times to watch it lol. Parents aint perfect 🤷🏾 I am so proud of the details she caught and frustrated by how much of plot she could not get down but i got her to watch it, my works done.

[chaneajoyyy]

yoooo there was a fic in progress about tchalla and an OC. OC works at the outreach centre and has an on again off again boyfriend who aint shit lol. Tchalla comes to the center to inspect, meets the OC, asks her out to dinner. she finally breaks up with her bf for good. there are a bunch of bdsm themes tho, like she keeps calling tchalla sir and he basically implies he's kind of feeling her out to see if shes into that. idk if this is enough detail. do you know which fic i mean?

I sure do know which fic you mean!! It’s called Learn Ya by @wakandaforeverwrites😘

[sisterwifeudaku]

Lil cheating asses out here being adorable 😍

Take a Break Pt.12

Setting: AU where T’Challa loves Reader, But is married to Nakia. Both of the women he loves try to convince him to take a break.

A/N: FUN FACT! Your girls did African dance for 8 years of her life. It still is one of my favorite forms of dance, I’ve danced a few, and the lullaby she sings is a song we used to sing as part of our entrance to a performance. It is XHOSA which is the language spoken in the movie as Wakandan. It translates to “he is the one who gives me the gift of life and for that I am thankful. It’s how you show appreciation for being able to dance and live life. Or in this case, for the new life that Y/N is going to give birth to. Feel free to message me about African dance or ask about the other forms of dance I’ve done. Or if you want to know how it sounds just ask!

9||10||11||12||Masterlist (1-12)

“This is dumb, I can’t sing,” you complained as you reclined against the cushions on your bed. Shuri sat next to you, resting her head on your shoulder, stealing the occasional cookie from your box. “The baby won’t know the difference,” Your mother reminded from her seat on the loveseat in your room.

“But other people will hear me,” You whined. “Stop being silly,” Queen Ramonda dismisses your complaints while she rubbed your ankles. “Join in when ever you feel like it,” she grinned launching into an old Wakandan lullaby.

“O we, oo aninikagk aninoko wea wea. O we, oo aninikagk aninoko wea wea.” Queen Ramonda’s voice floated over the room as your mother joined in softly. She walked over to the bed and grabbed Ramonda’s hand. Shuri squeezed your hand before joining in softly. Sighing, you sat up and joined in as well.

“Aninikagk aninoko wea wea,” your voices melted in with the others. You gasped suddenly as the baby pressed his foot into your stomach. “What, what’s wrong,”your mother ran to your side. You quickly grabbed her hand and pressed it to the same spot as the baby kicked again.

“I think he likes the song,” you laughed as your mothers mouth dropped open in awe. Shuri and Ramonda quickly ran over to feel the kick. “Don’t talk about my niece like that, she has much better taste in music.” Shuri yelped as her mother pinched her.

“What better taste in music could my grandson have than traditional Wakandan music?” Ramonda rebutted. You and Shuri grinned, “Kendrick,” you both replied dissolving into laughter.

Your mother rolled her eyes. She pushed her way into the bed to lay beside you. “Well, All I know is I was right, my granddaughter loves her mama’s singing,” Your mother pinched your cheeks.

You smiled, scooting closer to her and laying your head on her shoulder. “Thank you umama.” You hummed pulling a cookie from the box.

“You’re more than welcome my love,” She hummed, stealing the cookie from your hand. You scoffed as everyone broke into laughter.

“Nakia, what am I going to do?” T’Challa groaned rubbing the deep creases in his forehead. “I love her, but do you see this working out? In any universe.” A beat. “Nothing is falling into place. The elders still will not acknowledge your request for a divorce. She doesn’t want to marry me anymore,” he sighed. “Nothing is going how I planned.”

“T’Challa, have faith. Bast has a funny way of working things out. She separated you two, showed me that you are not what I thought I wanted, and brought you two back together. No matter how messed up it is, and it is VERY messed up, if it is her will, it shall be done.” Nakia patted the King’s back before joining him at the window.

“What are we going to do about our children?” T’Challa whispered. “They are young right now. Daxulolo and Cebisa will not know the difference T’Challa, they can barely walk.” Nakia replied.

“Yes, and when they are older what shall we tell them?” The king hummed. “We shall tell them, the truth. Like adults, I don’t believe in hiding things from them.”

“And if they don’t agree with our decision? The choices we made?” T’Challa turned with fear in his voice. “It is not their place to agree T’Challa, just like it is no other adults place to feel like they have agree or understand. Just like we are treating them like adults, we are adults. And as adults we made mistakes, and determined the best solution for everyone involved, that we could determine at that moment. They do not have to agree, and they may not agree, but the only thing we owe them is the truth and respect for how they choose to feel about it. All they owe us is respect for what we chose.” Nakia placed her hand lightly over T’Challa’s and squeezed.

“Thank you for everything Nakia, you have given me wonderful children and I don’t want you to think I am ungrateful-“T’Challa began. “I know T’Challa-“ Nakia raised her hand to stop him, “but i am not the woman you love, and I am ok with that. Because you are not the man I love.” She smiled sheepishly.

“You have found my replacement already?” The king teased. “No but it will be nice to have a chance to find what you and Y/N have.” The queen smiled. “Oh really?” T’Challa laughed. “Yes, you are a great man. No doubt about it, you just do stupid things, all the time.” Nakia laughed heading for the door.

“What are you talking about?”T’Challa huffed. Nakia pried open the door, pausing in the doorway. She laughed, “and you freeze too.” T’Challa chased her to the door way. “I never freeze!” He yelled after her before he heard a slight giggle behind him.

He turned to find you resting against the wall, “Y/N-“ he froze, “hi,” he managed. “Hello to you too,” You laughed. “May I come in?” He shook his head clearing his thoughts. “Of course my apologies,” he smiled ushering you in.

“Is everything ok?” He asked. “Yes, I just had to get away from the baby monitors. Our son is not out of the womb yet and they already won’t leave his side.”you groaned perching yourself on the edge of his desk.

“The baby monitors?” He asked. “Yes our mothers and Shuri. Usually Nakia as well. Okoye joins when she has the free time.” You smiled. “I just had to escape, I told them I was coming to your office and no one followed.” You shrugged.

“Why is that?” He replied settling in his desk chair in front of you. You ran your hands over his suit as the sun began to set in the window behind you. “Shuri is convinced we are going to commit some scandalous act in your office, and I think our mothers are just afraid she is right,” you explained.

His hands traveled up to your waist, “it would not be the first time my little sister was right you know,” he raised an eyebrow. He rubbed gentle circles over your waist when your mouth dropped wide open. “No, I refuse to admit defeat to them twice in three hours time.”

“What else were they right about? T’Challa inquired placing a kiss to your stomach. “This-“ you grabbed his hand and placed it on the baby’s most active spot. As soon as you begin to hum the lullaby your son kicked T’Challa’s hand.

His mouth fell open in shock and you grinned. Before you could think his lips were on yours as you practically floated in his arms. He pulled away softly. “I’m sorry, that was just so-“

“No, no-“ you giggled nervously. “it’s just that, well. We haven’t kissed since this happened,” You gestured at your round belly. “Yeah,” he replied confusedly. “I missed you,” you confess, pulling his lips back to yours.

“I missed you too,” he murmured pulling out of the kiss. “Can I be honest with you?” You played with his beard as his forehead rested against yours. “Please do,” he invited, rubbing small circles on your hips.

“I am terrified T’Challa. I don’t want this child or your other children to grow up and resent me,” you confessed as your fingers played with his lapel. “Now why would they do that sithandwa sam?” His hands find their way to your back and rub comforting circles.

“Because, I’ll be giving him a life as the kings bastard son! And your kids-“ you began. “He is not and never will be a bastard ok, I will not tolerate anyone, not even his own mother referring to him as such. Do I make myself clear?” T’Challa’s voice startled you as you recognized it as the voice he used in the throne room. You nodded weakly as he pulled you closer. “Besides, he would not be illegitimate if his mother would marry me.” The king added.

“T’Challa,” you groaned. “I know. I am just joking. Mostly-“ He grinned,his chest vibrating with each laugh. “It is not you. I am just afraid. What if we do not work as well as we used to? I am not the same woman I was two years ago.”

“But you are still you at the core, your personality, your heart, your love for others and your family. Your intelligent, and beautiful and kind, and you give amazing advice. That is the woman I fell in love with. And she still lives inside you, and as long as she does, you will always be the woman I love.” T’Challa affirmed.

“And you are still the same old T’Challa. Stubborn, selfish, in denial and awkward,” You laughed. “Hey I said all nice things-“ he rebutted. “But, I still love you too,”you interrupted.

“So, is love enough for you?”T’Challa hummed. “No-“

“No?” He asked genuinely surprised, “I also need financial stability for my child and I. And a house that passes the Wakandan department of Child Protective Services living codes. Think you can provide that your highness?” You joked.

“Well, I considering my net worth I’d say I have more than enough money to support my family,” he smiled, “and choose a home and I’ll have it checked.” He offered.

“What if I don’t like any of your houses?” You asked snuggling into his chest. “Then I’ll build you a new one love,”he murmured. “I think it’s time for us to retire,” T’Challa smiled as you yawned.

“Please tell your son I am tired of having to go sleep whenever he is tired. I don’t like going to sleep at 8:00 everyday. I miss everything,” you pouted. T’Challa laughed softly as he scooped you up and walked down the hall to his room. He quickly walked inside before anyone could notice.

“T’Challa, this is highly inappropriate,” you argued as your eyelids fluttered. “ It’s not like they don’t know we’ve slept together before.” T’Challa laughed. You scoffed punching his chest as it rattled with laughter.

“Would you rather go back to the baby monitors?” He joked, placing you carefully under the covers. “Good point. Continue as you were,” you directed. He smiled, slipped on some pajamas and slipped into bed behind you.

“Good night T’Challa,” you murmured. “Good night love.”

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