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Come chill with me babes.

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II. EXPOSED

One Year Later

“So how are things with you and Adonis “Beat the Pussy Up Like Fight Night” Creed?” Ashley quipped before devouring the spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“Shhhh! Do you want all of LA to hear you?!” Amina cries, glancing around the corner of the booth they were seated in to make sure no one had heard.

“I just asked a simple question.”

“You did, very loudly. What if someone she knows is in here? Hell what if someone we know is in here?” Amina’s paranoia had grown in the last few months, especially after she almost sent Erik a racy photo that was intended for Adonis.

“If you’re so scared, why don’t you break it off?” Amara asks, finally joining in on the conversation. “You said yourself that this was only supposed to be a one time thing. What changed your mind?” Amina didn’t have an answer. Though Erik could be a bit harsh and slow to open up emotionally, he was a good man and he treated her like a princess. He was constantly telling her how much he adored her and how she’d changed him for the better. It broke her heart to think of how crushed he’d be if he found out what she was doing behind his back, but in the moment, when she was with Adonis nothing else mattered.

“It’s complicated.”

“I call bullshit,” Ashley said frankly. “Granted I don’t like Erik’s mean ass, but he doesn’t deserve this, Mina.”

“But you bitches were the ones encouraging me to do it in the first place!” Amina countered.

“Yes bitch, a one night stand! Once, singular, uno! You out here getting ya shit rocked every other night and I know Erik done picked up on the fact that your pussy ain’t poppin’ for him no more.”

When did this bitch become so damn inquisitive? Amina thought to herself, but again, Ashley was right. By the time Erik made it home for the night and was ready to have his way with her, she would be too tired from being with Adonis. Although he never said anything, she knew it hurt him to feel undesired.

“If he has, he hasn’t said anything.”

“He ain’t stupid, Mina. He knows,” Amara says, taking a sip of her drink. Amina sighed heavily. She knew that whatever she had with Adonis needed to end, especially since he showed no signs of leaving Bianca like he said he would.

“I’ll call him today and end things. I like having sex with him, but I love Erik more.”

“Good girl, and you know we’ll be here for moral support,” Ashley says rubbing Amina’s arm.

“Thanks y’all. I really don’t know what I’d do without y’all.” The women shared a group hug before Amina slid out of the booth. Ashley and Amara watched as she climbed into the driver’s seat of her Mercedes and drive off in the direction of Adonis’s apartment.

“She gone end up sliding on dick,” Ashley says as Amina’s car disappears in the distance.

“I hope she’s smarter than that,” Amara replies distractedly, too consumed with the text message she was sending. “I’ll be back, I got a dick appointment.”

“Well fuck, just leave me all by myself then,” Ashley pouted, folding her arms over her chest.

“Girl you better call Rashad and get ya wig knocked askew,” Amara calls behind her with a grin, already halfway out the door.

**

The drive to Adonis’s apartment was short, partially because Amina had driven there so many times that she’d learned a shortcut that cut the commute in half. She sat in the parking lot, debating if she should just barge in unannounced or text him instead. She opted for the latter, mostly because she wasn’t prepared for a confrontation in front of Bianca. She drummed the steering wheel anxiously as she awaited his response.

Dominos 🍕: Text YES to complete enrollment. 6 msgs per Easy Order.

Donnie 🥊🏆: She’s not around me..

Dominos 🍕: Can I come by?

Donnie 🥊🏆: Not a good time..

Dominos 🍕: Can you talk?

Donnie 🥊🏆: I got a minute.

The line rang twice before Donnie’s deep voice emerged from the other side.

“What’s up ma?”

“I can’t do this anymore, Adonis,” Amina’s stern voice rang from the other end of the phone. It came out quick, almost as if she’d rushed the words and it caught Adonis off guard. He knew this day would come, but in his mind, he still had time to figure out what he was gonna do about Bianca.

“Come on Mina, I just need some more time,” he pleaded, chancing a glance at Bianca who was currently rehearsing for her latest performance. Though he loved her, his heart was also tied to Amina and he wasn’t sure how he would deal with the thought of losing either one of them.

“You’ve had a year, Adonis. Either make a decision soon or I’ll make it for you. I’m tired of sneaking around and deleting text message and location notifications. Either you’re gonna leave her or you’re gonna stay, there’s no inbetween.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Adonis replies. “Meet me at my place tonight at 7. I’ll make it right.” With that, the line went dead and Amina was left with her thoughts. Her mind reeled with thoughts of what Adonis might say during their meetup. Would he decide to end things himself? Were his feelings for her ever really genuine? She knew she shouldn’t feel some type of way, especially since she knew the situation she was getting herself into from the beginning, but she was still an emotional being that took everything personally, especially rejection. She shook her head as she pulled out of the parking lot and grabbed her phone again, calling the one person she knew would be able to talk her out of her emotions.

“Hey Siri, call Big Sis.”

**

“You raced over here, huh?” the deep timbre of his voice sent chills down her spine as she stepped into the apartment. African paintings and sculptures decorated the living room, a nod to his royal lineage.

“I guess I missed you or whatever,” she replies, twirling a curl around her finger.

“Whatever, you missed this dick,” he counters smugly, golden slugs peeking from behind his bottom lip as he smirked. It was a sight that had her clenching.

“That too, so gimme what I came over here for.”

“Oh that’s cute, you think you run shit over here. What’s my name?”

“Erik.” He chuckled darkly as he stepped closer to her.

“I don’t think I heard you right, so I’ma ask again. What’s my name?” She planted her feet in the spot she was standing, lifting her head to look him in the eye.

“Erik.” This time he reaches out and grabbed her throat, squeezing enough that it drew a moan from her soft lips.

“Last chance. What’s my name?”

“Eriiiiiiik!”

The more she screamed his name and clawed at his back, the deeper and harder he plunged into her. Erik had checked out a long time ago and Killmonger was awake with a new vengeance. He’d known that something was different with Amina for the last few months, but couldn’t quite pick up on what it was. Then when he checked her phone records and obtained copies of the text messages she’d been sending and receiving, the message was clear. She’d been cheating on him. While he was out of town on business, she was giving what was his to another man. It burned him up inside and the rage he felt was currently spurring his lust.

“That’s not my name, sweetheart. Try again,” he growled into her ear and her walls clenched tight around him, signaling yet another orgasm on the horizon.

“Oooh, you hardheaded tonight,” he hissed as he slowed his strokes briefly. “Who give you permission to cum?”

“I’m sorry, Kill,” she whined as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. He chuckled darkly as he lined himself up with her entrance yet again.

“Oh you ain’t seen sorry, babygirl. Grab ya ankles.” He continued his rough pace, using her as his personal fuck doll until he had emptied himself into the condom.

“Clean yourself up, your sister will be home any minute,” he gestures to Amara, tossing her shirt to her. His name being called from the floor pulled his attention to Amara’s jeans beside her purse.

“Fuck.”

It ain’t cheating // It’s a whatchamacallit (Ooh ow!)

This could be our little secret // A whatchamacallit (Ow! Ooh)

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Old Habits Die Hard| Part Three: Recognize the Butterflies

SYNOPSIS | PART ONE: DAYS BEFORE | PART TWO: JUST BE GOOD TO ME 

Warnings: Language, lightweight mentions of sexual situations, marijuana use

Here’s part three! This is turning into a slow burn which was not my intention lol. Again, thank you for all of the responses and love. It makes my heart super happy. Taglist is still open! 

RECOGNIZE THE BUTTERFLIES

Yahya’s right thumb trails down the seam of your sundress. He slips his hand between the slit of your dress and pinches the brown skin attached to your left hip. It’s the first private moment you two have had since the drive north on I-95.

“I told you my family would love you…” 

“It was looking really rough for a minute there. I thought your Uncle Trace was going to kill me.”

“Trace means no harm. He just loves his niece.”

“And I love his niece…” Yahya’s kisses were beyond soft, your soul flutters during every millisecond his lips meet yours. They feel like butter. Your foreheads touch as your right hand pats his rising chest at the syncopation of your own heart. 

You two desperately needed this moment. Between Aunt Jerri scream-singing every Earth, Wind and Fire song from the depths of her lungs to your uncles somewhat-but-really-not-so-gentle interrogation of Yahya to the incessant screaming of little children and the fight that almost broke out at the end of the street, you craved to find a sliver of the peace that exists back home. 

You also needed another opportunity to hide from Dave. 

Despite the protest by some other organs belonging to your body, your heart made the best decision by coaxing you to instantly delete Dave’s Instagram message. You didn’t even read it, swiping left to throw it all away. You made the decision to stand up for your current relationship. As much as you wanted to settle into Yahya’s affectionate imprisonment of your body and take in his incessant need to kiss your neck and right earlobe, you couldn’t help but to survey your surroundings in hopes of spotting -- and swerving -- Dave. 

The last thing you wanted was to see him in the physical and to marvel at the man who eliminated all timidness from your aura. You were already triggered by the thought of his presence, wanting to  repel -- yet craved to feel -- those lighting bolts that crashed against your body at the sight of him. 

“Aww, look at the two lovebirds!” Aunt Jerri walks upstairs from the basement with a box of Franzia white wine in her right hand. She’s set to drink for the rest of the night. “I’m so happy y’all came up.” 

“Me too, Miss Jerri,” exclaims Yahya as his takes the last sip of his drink. 

“Boy, you are too polite for your own good!” Aunt Jerri caresses Yahya’s left shoulder as she walks past you both and into the living room. You begin to stare at Yahya and wonder how on Earth you found a man this kind, generous and thoughtful. 

That kindness and generousity  motivated you almost a year ago to call Yahya’s office and ask him out on a date. Weeks prior, you watched Yahya speak on a panel at a social justice conference and from the back of the room, you could feel his beautiful spirit. Most of the “social justice warrior” men you encountered up until that point were “woke” in public places but womanizers in private spaces, their misogyny masked by outward motivations to change the world. There was something about the powerful yet gentle way Yahya spoke on the tough topic of criminal justice reform that kept your attention even after your appearance on a panel about arts and justice earlier in the day. 

Against your high levels of exhaustion, you willed yourself into participating in the closing event for the conference. You were finally able to see his height -- long legs and galavanting walk -- up close and personal, totally oblivious to Yahya trying not to stare an ungodly long time at you as you jumped in and out of conversations. You two caught eyes a few times in the midst of the fellowship happening around you, with the last of the stares causing him to walk up to you to introduce himself. The conversation was brief but impacting. You both were in the beginning stages of what they call “the fall”. 

You hadn't felt this way since the summer. With Dave, you encountered these butterflies that traveled throughout and around every peak and valley of your curvaceous body. You never wanted someone beyond the very concept of need like that before. But since that drive back to the mundane life that Dave’s presence saved you from, you hadn’t heard from Dave. He disappeared on you without a trace, Aunt Jerri telling you to let him go because he was only supposed to be, as she called him, “a temporary distraction.” But Dave was a temporary distraction who, on your last night in Philly,  said that he was going to call you every night and come visit you on the weekends. Your orgasms would no longer be limited to the spare room at his brother’s house or the backseat of your car or Aunt Jerri’s basement anymore. 

You owned your townhouse. You could scream as loud as you want.  

Dave broke his promise and after you broke down about it, you made a covenant with yourself to move on. Using the conference’s website, you found out where Yahya worked and called his office. You had to get what was yours -- a confidence you acquired over the summer. You left a message -- along with your phone number -- with his law firm’s file clerk and waited, scrolling through his Instagram as you imagined a day in the life of his love. Yahya called you back and invited you out to lunch. Mission accomplished. 

Dave’s disappearance led to you finding the love of your life. This man standing in Aunt Jerri’s kitchen who can’t keep himself from touching your body, who couldn’t wait to make you his Mrs.; who’s love for you is so deep that your uncles had to fall back because they could tell almost instantly that Yahya was here to protect and honor you in a way that would have met your father’s expectations. 

And you weren’t going to throw that away for Dave. 

Aunt Jerri breaks up your gaze at Yahya. “Y’all two are staying the night, right?” It was only 6 PM, too early in the day to think that you two would be too drunk to get home. “I’m thinking about opening up the house tonight, you know, to celebrate y’all engagement.” 

“Aunt Jerri, you what? You don’t let people in your house…”

Once the street lights come on and the barricades are picked up by the city, the block party moves from outside to inside two or three houses on the street. In years past, Aunt Jerri would never let her house become an “after-party” spot despite the protest of her family. 

“I know, I know. But hey, I’m in a festive-ass mood and I want to celebrate y’all union since your mother didn’t want the hoodlum side of your family present.”

You wince at the brutal honesty of Aunt Jerri’s words. You cut a look at Yahya as he tries to stifle his laughter at Aunt Jerri’s opinion of your mother. He lifts up his hands in defense and apologizes by kissing your forehead. 

“Let me talk with Yahya to see if we’re going to st-”

“We’re staying.” You cut another look at Yahya and this time he’s not relenting. 

“Aww, yay! Let me get the guest room ready for you…”

You take an incredulous look at Yahya. The more you languished, the more chances you had to run into Dave. You loved your family but for the sake of your sanity, it was beyond time to leave. 

“Yahya, babe. We don’t have to stay.”

“What? You’re tired of celebrating us?” 

“Don’t do that to me… I just … there’s a reason why my Mom didn’t want Dad’s side of the family there, you know what I mean…” You remember your Dad’s funeral and the empty liquor bottle that almost hit your mom’s sister, Aunt Rachel. It wasn’t her fault that bottle went flying. 

“Look, let’s stay for a while, sleep it off and leave first thing in the morning. Okay?” Yahya’s sweet kisses always changed your mind. You grin and bear it, yanking at the belt loop of his jeans. You are determined to hold onto him as long as you could. 

As you soak in the rest of your private moment, Uncle Trace enters the kitchen with a bottle of Crown Royal in his hand. “Yo, Yah … come downstairs, man. Let’s rap right quick.” Yahya lets you go with ease and follows Trace downstairs to the basement.

“You smoke, Yah?”

“Not really, man. But it doesn’t bother me.” 

Trace pulls two whiskey glasses from the downstairs bar and places them on top of the table. His pour is heavy and Yahya gulps in fear at how much of a drink he’s about to have with Uncle Trace. The fear still carries on throughout Yahya’s body. 

“Y/N wanted me to talk to you and apologize, man.”

“No apologies necessary, Trace. I get it.” 

“That little girl still has me wrapped around her finger, man. She damn near ran me over today because of you…” Yahya and Trace laugh and tap their glasses. “When my bro was in the hospital, I told him that I’d look out for her like she was my baby girl, you know? I had to see what was good with you. But you’re solid, my dude. Just know that protection doesn’t stop.”

As the day turns into night, the last man that Uncle Trace thought he protected from his niece sits mystified that you ignored his message. He knows you must be up here with the man that benefits from his absence. An absence he still can’t wrap his head around. 

Dave peers out into the street as the barricades are lifted and the neighbors park their cars back into their designated spots. His brother, Pardi, is one of them. 

“Yo, Dave. Miss Jerri’s is the after spot tonight? You comin’?” 

There’s no such thing as leaving a person “on read” when they are right in your face. 

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Okay? Okay. (Erik Killmonger x Reader)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader

A/N: Dark-ish fic about Erik. Not Softboi!Erik whatsoever!! Could be triggering to some readers! Manipulation and verbal abuse is kinda heavy! Another fic for my Fic Fest! Gif Cred. to @wifin-niggaz

“What can you do about it? Not a damn thing,” Erik chuckled darkly and that was the moment you knew he was right.

You and Erik were... something. At least to you. But that something was never defined and it felt as if you were trapped in a perpetual state of Hot and Cold with Erik’s affection. There were times he would act as if he couldn’t live without you, as if your touch was the only thing grounding him. While at other times it was almost as if he hated you, as if he thought so lowly of you, he couldn’t even stand to look at you.

You knew, deep down you always knew he was out of your league. You also knew you weren’t enough for him. You knew that he wandered, slept with other girls, entertained females constantly. And you tried to pretend you didn’t care, that it didn’t absolutely eat you alive how he would undress bad chicks with his eyes right in front of you before glancing back at you and smirking at your hurt expression.

Erik could care less about how you felt and he made that quite evident to you. But that wasn’t the only side of him you saw. He could be thoughtful, sweet, passionate, and even borderline loving.

But that wasn’t enough for you anymore.

You were sick of being so enamored with a man who never extended even a fraction of that love back. The final straw was when you’d went over to his place only to find him with the cheapest, most hideous shade of pink lipstick smudged against the collar of his jacket.

You were livid, instantly shoving him away at the sight of it. You’d expected him to look a little shocked, maybe even a bit guilty, but all you were met with was the same shit-eating grin he always wore in situations like these. It was almost as if he wanted you to see it. As if he craved your reaction. He knew you were coming over in advance, he could have changed or hid it if he wanted to but he just didn’t care.

“I’m sick of this shit Erik! When are you going to let these other hoes go?!” You yelled but you might as well have been yelling at a brick wall.

“And why would I do something stupid like that?” Erik asked nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because I’m right fucking here Erik! Because I’m a human being with feelings that you constantly disregard! Because I’m tired of sharing! I’m done watching you gallavant around with other hoes before you mosey your way over to me!” You huffed as Erik glared at you in an unsettling emotion. Was it anger? Annoyance? Resentment? You could never tell with him.

“Oh yeah? What can you do about it? Not a damn thing,” Erik chuckled menacingly. There he went laughing at you again, finding humor in your pain. You never thought that at any point in your life you would let a man do this to you. Erik was never going to change and your only option was to get with the program or get left behind.

“You’re right,” you said in a small voice. Erik obviously wasn’t expecting such an answer because it wiped the smug grin right off his face. You turned to leave when you felt him grab your arm.

“Where the hell you think you’re going?” Erik’s eyes narrowed as you calmly shrugged out of his hold.

“Like you said, there’s nothing I can do to stop you. I can’t love you into being a better man if it’s not in you, no matter how hard I want it to be. So all that’s left is for me to walk away.” You turned back to the door to open it only for Erik to slam it back shut from behind you.

You turned around to look at him and found his eyes were furious. His chest was heaving up and down, an animalistic look encompassing his entire being.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me what kind of man I am?” He growled. You stared at him blankly. God he was so handsome. His features looked molded by God, even when contorted with anger.

But you were tired. Tired of his inconsistency. Tired of him transferring his hurt and anger into you. And tired of him riling you up just to get a reaction out of you. Just like he was doing now.

“You’re right. I’m no one to tell you what kind of man you are. Especially when I have no idea as to what that is. I barely know you at all.” Once you said it, you knew it wasn’t true but it didn’t stop the slightly stung expression from gracing his face, even if only for a moment.

“Get the fuck out,” he barked.

“I was leaving anyway,” you said in the same even tone as before. You could tell it was driving him up the wall and though you hated to admit it, a small part of you took great pleasure in that.

You could see the wheels turning in his head. He was trying to find something to say that would make him the victor. Something so harsh it would break you out of your calm demeanor.

“You know you ain’t mean shit to me, right? Just convenient cheeks. And the sex wasn’t even that good. I don’t know why I was wasting my time with your ugly ass. I was fucking badder bitches anyway.” Erik snarled as he looked down at you in utter disgust. Deep down you knew he probably didn’t mean it (or at least not all of it) but those fears had always been looming in the back of your mind since you two first got together. He’d just finally voiced them.

“Okay,” you said in that same monotonous voice and with that you finally left. Closing the door behind you. You didn’t make it two steps before the tears clawed their way through your eyes and small whispers emitted from your throat.

You knew it was going to take time to get over Erik, despite how horrible he treated you. But at least he couldn’t hurt you anymore in the future. You were done with him for good and now he’d go on to be someone else’s problem.

~*~

Erik was fuming. He was currently staring at the hole he’d punched in the wall after you’d left. He couldn’t believe you’d just walk out on him like that. Yeah Erik would admit he would do some pretty fucked up shit to get into your head sometimes but the possibility of you leaving never once entered his mind.

He thought he had you hooked, that he had the algorithm all figured out. He believed there had to be a balance for a relationship to last. Honestly you were the first woman he’d ever been serious about, maybe even loved but he couldn’t let you know that. The second you told a woman you loved her, you were basically handing her all the power and Erik had been through too much, seen too much, done too much to let a single woman have that much control over him, even if deep down he knew you did.

So he would always leave room for doubt, always fuck other women even if he didn’t want to, even if he thought about you the entire time. He’d also be stingy with his affection. Just enough to get you addicted then he’d cut you off. He really thought he had it all figured out.

Boy was he wrong.

He’d never seen you that way. So calm and uncaring. It was almost as if you weren’t even talking to him. He was used to you yelling, screaming, crying, even hitting him. But he never saw you devoid of any emotion. He knew you were the type of person who felt everything and couldn’t help but to show exactly what you were feeling, that’s how he knew you loved him. You’d always show it.

But not anymore. You were done with him for good this time, or at least you thought you were. Erik was not about to let you walk away that easily.

He would have to go to you tomorrow and work this out. Maybe even humble himself. And if that didn’t work then the day after that. And the day after that. And after that. And so on and so forth until you’d take him back.

And if you so much as even look at another man that wasn’t Erik romantically, he’d just have to kill him. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it, he just had enough common sense to keep you from finding out. But now he didn’t give a fuck, he’d kill the nigga in front of you if he had to. Anything to keep you his. Because if he couldn’t have you, no one could.

~*~

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[dacreskars]

Personal Trainer (Part 8)

Erik Killmonger x Reader

A/N: After delaying it so many times I’m finally posting this. I’m not gonna lie it kinda sucks because I just wanted to hurry up and post something so I read of this being the last part I’ll write part 9.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

You collapse as Erik catches you and he gets his phone to call 911. While on the phone he was doing everything he could to keep you up and alive until help arrived. As Erik sat in the hospital lobby your parents and sister show up and he tells them what happened. After a couple of hours the doctor shows up to let them know what’s going on.

It had been about two weeks since the shooting and Erik was standing in your now empty apartment gathering the last of your stuff. Erik and your dad spent the past couple of days removing everything from your apartment. The hospital was first time your family got to meet Erik and even though you guys weren’t together they loved him and grew close over time. Your dad and Erik took most of your things to storage and when they were done Erik dropped your dad off at home.

Erik arrived home bringing in some of the stuff he kept from your apartment. He later took a shower and threw on some sweats as he sat and played video games. An hour later you walk in with bags sitting them on the kitchen counter before you walk over to Erik sitting on his lap. “Hey!” You say kissing him as he takes his focus off the game to kiss you back. “Wassup princess.” He says looking at you. “Did you and my dad get everything out the apartment?” You ask. “Yeah we got everything we took most of what was left and put it in storage. But I brought some stuff that I knew you’d here, it’s over there.” He says tilting his head in the direction of the boxes.

You’d been in the hospital for a week when you were released. While in the hospital you knew that you didn’t want to go back to your apartment. You considered going to your parents house until you found something but Erik insisted you stay with him. It had now been a few days since you’d moved in with him and Erik felt like your relationship should be more than what it was and you two official. Erik pulls you closer to him. “Ouch baby that hurts.” You wince holding your stomach where you were still sore. “Oh shit baby I’m sorry.” He says letting you go. “It’s cool you can make it up to me later.” You say kissing him before getting up and walking away.

Your life was quickly getting back to normal now that Kevin was dead. Now that you didn’t have to worry about him coming around you were able to finally go about your life. You were starting a clothing line and opening up a new store. Erik wasn’t your trainer anymore but the two of you worked out together constantly. He even helped you out with your new store.

Two Years Later

Two years had passed and you were finally ready to debut your clothing line. You spent so much time perfecting your line you were excited to be releasing it. It was the night of your fashion show and you spent the final moments putting finishing touches on some of the clothes. The show started as you watched backstage and and cheered on the models. In the finale you walked down the runway behind the models before you reached the end and saw your family including Erik and your one year old daughter sitting in the crowd waving. You smiled at them making your way backstage to celebrate.

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The Elevator Bae

Chapter TWO.

ONE

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

Word Count: 4k. || Song Suggestions: Yuna ft. Usher x Crush

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes. I skimmed through this while at work. Shoutout to everyone that told me you liked this story. It gave me the extra push to finish this chapter. 

It’s been a little over a week since the last time Phoenix seen Erik on the elevator. Everyday since she found out his name, she would wait at the elevator, hoping that when those big doors slid open, Erik would be waiting on the other side. But for 9 days, nothing. She found herself disappointed every time. She would beat herself up about being disappointed. This man didn’t know her and was probably not thinking about her at all. But, each time, without fail, she still would think about him. Where he was and when she’ll see him again. Regardless if she never seen him again, he definitely inspired some good music.

Phoenix was getting ready for a studio session. Studio sessions were usually a chill environment for Phoenix. She never allowed too many people to be around. To work with her, there was no rowdiness allowed in her sessions. Most people respected that. She was a vibe and her space always reflected that. She had a routine to prepare herself for her sessions. She placed her signature royal blue BEATS headphones on and played her ‘Blue’s Magic’ playlist. As she’s bobbing her head to the beat, eyes closed, her phone buzzes with a text. Her engineering friend, Coby, texted her.

DJ Coby: Hey, what time will be pulling up? Someone’s here to see you.

Phoenix was confused. Who in the hell would be at the studio to see her.

Phoenix: Hey. I’m getting ready now. I should be there around 9. Who there?

Coby responded quickly.

DJ Coby: Sza

Phoenix: Nigga! You lying to me!

DJ Coby: lol dead ass. Hurry up. She said she needs to work with you.

Phoenix: I'm coming!!!

Sza was one of her favorite artists. CTRL was probably the album of her life. She practically ran to her room to get dressed. She changed into a heather grey biker short and T-Shirt set. Those were her favorite fits to wear. Cute but comfortable. Phoenix was all about comfort. Sliding her feet into some rainbow Nike Vapormax. She opted to let her curls just be. She didn’t have time to figure that out. Sza was waiting for her. She couldn’t keep her waiting too long. Placing her BEATS around her neck and grabbing her keys, she books it out the door.

Of course! The elevator is taking forever and a day. Phoenix is tapping her foot, anxious to get to the studio.

DING.

When the doors open, she rushes in. Going to push Ground Level, but it’s already glowing green. She releases a breath that she didn’t even realize she was holding. A weight lifted from her.

“Hey, Phoenix.”

She didn’t even notice that someone else was already in the cabin with her. Turning to see who it is, her heart damn near stopped.

“Hey...Erik.”

His smile made those infamous butterflies find their long lost home in her again. She had been preparing to see him. But, when she’s not even thinking about him, he shows up. Looking damn good at that. Black jeans with rips at the knees, a plain white V neck tee and black and red Jordan 1’s. He flashes that God forsaken smile at her.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile.” he says.

“Yeah. You’ve been missing.”

“You were looking for me?”

Yes, she was.  “I didn’t say that.”

“I was looking for you though.”

Her face goes completely red and she couldn’t hide the dorky smile she had if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to.

“Here I am.”

The elevator stops and the doors begin to open. Erik steps forward, standing between the now fully open doors. His body blocks half of the exit out. He holds his hand into the parking garage.

“Ladies first.”

Phoenix starts to walk out when her shoulder brushes against his chest. This man was SOLID! She stops and looks up at him and of course he’s already smiling at her. She playfully shakes her head at him and continues her way out.

“Have a good night, Phoenix.” He dragged her name. Was he doing this on purpose? She stops and turns to him, flashing her own smile.

“You too, Erik.”

Dragging his name they way he did hers. This time, she stood there to see how he would react. He licks his lips slowly like he knew what it would do to her. She watched him closely and her face went blank as she stared at his mouth.

“Don’t make me look for you again.”

“You don’t go missing again.”

They share another smile. Phoenix had reached her limit with him. There was no way that she could let him say anything else to her without jellylegs happening so she turned on her heels and headed to her car. Eriks stood firm in his place, watching her. She started her car and pulled out from her park and as she did, he waved at her. She watched him in her rear view mirror. He waited there until she turned out onto the road.

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Sza was everything Phoenix imagined her to be, plus more. Their session was like two old friends catching up. They meshed well together with their personalities and with the music. Phoenix shared some hooks she wrote and they made nothing short of magic. They both danced around the studio as the two songs they made, played on repeat. Coby recorded them on his Instagram.

“All we make is hits!” he said into the camera.

“We need a pic for the gram.” Sza says to Phoenix.

They pose up and Coby doesn’t fail to make sure they got the right shot.

“Ohhh, we cute.” Phoenix says. “Send that to me now.”

They all chill back onto the large couch in the studio.

“So, girl… who are these hooks about?” Sza ask.

Phoenix looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “Nobody.”

“You giving me this feeling…” Sza sings a line from the hook Phoenix wrote. “Somebody is giving you a feeling, sis.”

“No, no. It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” Coby asks.

“It’s just like a crush. Nothing serious at all.”

“Ohhh you got a crush. Who is it?” Sza says pinching at Phoenix’s arm.

“Oh my goodness.” Phoenix covers her blushing face.

“She’s blushing! Who is it?”

“He’s nobody.”

“I have never heard of a nobody making a nigga blush as hard as you blushing right now. Your face looking like a grape tomato.” Coby laughs.

Phoenix cuts her eyes at him, trying so hard to look serious but he’s right. She can’t stop herself from smiling, thinking about her ‘crush’.

“He’s just a guy that lives in my building. We met on the elevator.”

“You got me singing about your elevator bae?”

Phoenix lets out a huge sigh. “I’m not telling y’all nothing else.”

Sza and Coby laugh her off. Coby looks at his phone. “Yo, it’s almost 6am.”

“Damn!”

They wrap up their session. Sza and Phoenix hug and say their goodbyes. Sza gives Phoenix her personal number so they could link again.

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It’s a little after 6am when Phoenix finally gets back home. Parking her car, she drags her body to the elevator, waiting for it to come. When it reaches the parking garage and the doors open, Phoenix comes face to face with her neighbor from a few floors up, Sydney. She’s a beautiful woman that one could consider an ‘Instagirl’. Her body was amazing and she always had a slayed wig. Sydney was never caught without a designer bag. Even this early in the morning, she was sporting a 28in black wig, a PINK tracksuit and chanel bag.

“Good Morning, Philly.”

Ava was usually the only person to call Phoenix the nickname but Phoenix never protested when other called her that. Plus, it was too damn late/early for all of that.

“Morning, Syd.”

Sydney steps out of the elevator. “You had a long night?”

“Yeah. I was in the studio.”

“Damn girl and you’re just getting home?”

Phoenix nods her head. She wasn’t really in the mood to be talking to her. Sydney just kept talking and Phoenix was so caught up in pretending to be listening that the elevator doors closed.

“Shit.” She hits the button hoping the doors would just open but now it was that the cabin is already going up.

“Damn girl, I’m sorry. I’ll wait with you.”

Phoenix rolls her eyes. Her sleepy is now hitting her hard and the last thing she wants to do is listen to Sydney talk.

The elevator took forever coming back down. Phoenix had ran out of patience.

DING.

When the doors open, Erik is standing there with full workout gear on. Seeing him, made Phoenix perk up.

“Morning ladies.”

“Morn--”

“Good Morning, Erik!” Sydney says with enthusiasm, voice powering over Phoenix’s. “You’re about to work out?”

“Yeah.”

“How long are you about to be doing that?”

He shrugs. “Couple hours. Why?”

“You should come through when you’re done?”

That’s it. Phoenix had heard enough. She steps around them and get into the elevator. Hitting her floor number, the doors start to close but not before hearing Erik tell Sydney, “Alright. I’ll let you know.”

She would be lying if she said that didn’t crush her. Her hands instantly became hot and her chest was heavy. The thought of them ‘linking up’ made her pissed. She didn’t think she had a right to be pissed. He was just a crush, not her man. Hell, she didn’t even know the man’s last name.

Finally making it to her apartment, she closed all of the shades. Her apartment has floor to ceiling windows and she wanted all sunlight blocked. Her exhaustion seem to take over her body and she only made it out of her shoes before crashing on her bed and going deep into her sleep.

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When she woke, it was well into the afternoon. A shower melted away all of her tension. Phoenix relaxed herself more with a well needed yoga session in her living room. She had plans to take a few days to herself but first she needed to do some grocery shopping to replace all of her snacks. Phoenix made her way to the store and to the farmers market. Stacking up on all of the food she needed to make her mini staycation at home, a good one.

Her day was going pretty smooth. She hadn’t even thought about the mornings situation with Erik and Sydney. She made her way through the parking garage and luckily she was able to get a spot close to the elevator. Phoenix stacked all of her grocery bags on one arm. She refused to take more than one trip. As she is closing her trunk, the elevator doors open. Looking up, she sees Sydney walking out, smiling and Erik right behind her. She stood back so they wouldn’t see her and she watched as they talked and laughed toward his car. She watched as he opened the passenger door for her and walked around and getting in, himself. She tried to hurry up and make to the elevators before he drove around. But the doors took a bit longer than she expected to open. Erik’s car drove passed her just as she was stepping into the cabin. He stopped by the doors and rolled his window down. Before he could say anything, the elevator doors closed and Phoenix’s stomach dropped to the floor with her bags.

She could feel her anxiety coming through her chest. The negative thoughts rushed her brain before she could even try to stop them. She felt stupid for crushing on a guy like Erik. Phoenix was a very chill, laid back kind of girl. Sydney was the definition of a ‘Girly girl’ and she wasn’t afraid to show off what she had. Phoenix’s brain went a million miles a minute. Of course, she’s his type, she thought.

As she reached her floor, she struggled to gather up the bags that fell to the floor. When the doors opened, her neighbor from across the hall, Mya was waiting.

“I got you, girl.”  Mya says. She helped Phoenix with her bags without a second thought.

“Thank You so much.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You know I know the struggle.”

Mya follows Phoenix into her place, dropping the bags off in the kitchen. Phoenix goes through one of the bags, pulling out a Kombucha and giving it to Mya.

“Here. This is my thank you since you won’t let me say it.”

“Now this is something I’ll take. Thanks girl.” Mya smiles and leaves out.

Phoenix leaves her groceries on the counter and sits on her couch. She had to admit her feelings were hurt. She wasn’t fully sure as to why but they were. She sat there for a moment, letting herself process the bullshit as much as she could before turning on some music and putting away her groceries. Just when she thought her mind was free, Yuna x Crush started playing through her speakers.

“Damn God, can you chill? I don’t need this.” She goes to pick up her phone that she left on the couch to change the song and sees that she has a bunch of notifications from her Instagram. She clicks the app and she’s tagged in a pic by Sza. It was the pic they took at the studio with the caption.

So much love for my girl @DJPhoenixBlue. This album is about to be amazing.

HER ALBUM?! To be a producer on Sza’s album would be a huge step for Phoenix. That post made her page blow up. She had gained at least another 3,000 followers. People were showing her so much love on her pics and videos. She clicked back on the picture and commented

Love you boo! More hits coming soon!

That made her feel so much better. Erik slipped from her mind in that moment. She let the music continue to play through her speaker and she danced around her living room until a phone call paused the music. It was her manager, Alyssa..

“Lyssaaaa, what’s up?”

“Hey, Phoenix. I have some good news.”

Phoenix patiently waits for Alyssa to continue.

“You’ve been requested to DJ at a party next week. The promoters are offering to pay you double your rates.”

“Double? Who the party for?”

“It’s the grand opening of that new club, X down in Hollywood. A lot of big names will be there.”

“Hell yeah! I wanna do it.”

“Okay, great! I’ll let them know. Also, a few labels have been watching you. I’m setting up a meeting for this Friday for you to meet them. This is could be big for you.”

Phoenix is being hit with so much good news she can’t even contain herself. She’s bouncing on her feet.

“Okay! Just let me know where and what time and I’m there.”

“Cool. I’ll keep you posted. Enjoy your days off.”

Phoenix hung up, squealing. All of her dreams are slowly but surely manifesting right before her eyes. The rest of her evening was spent eating a pizza that she ordered and finally catching up on all of her shows. She sat on her couch, wrapped like a burrito in her weighted blanket, struggling hard to keep her eyes open.

A hand snakes around Phoenix’s waist. She bit her lip at the warmth and released a small moan. She laid her head back onto the large chest behind her. He trailed wet kissed up her shoulder and neck until he reached her cheek. She turned her head to him and he smiled.

“Lay down.” He said.

She followed his orders. His shirtless body stood over her. He snatched her panties off quickly and his head disappeared between her thighs.

Closing her eyes, “Fuck Erik! That’s feels good.”

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Good Erik x reader series? What are some you recommend? Please and thank you 😊

ERIK X READER

- the other war dog series, i call bullshit series, no mercy series, i am not afraid to fuck a bitch up - @writingmarvellousimagines

- 678 triple 9 8212, names, dessert, the bar- @writingsbyash

- all things - @sonofnjobu

- my beyonce is having my baby, tutor session, erik teaches reader xosha, sofa-  @writerbee-ffs

- your ways series, or nah,  apotelesma series- @daddy-killmonger

-  nails- @theegoldenjaguar

- short staffed, for the love of money, my first & his only, the big chop, braid my hair…., visiting hours (erik x oc), i am king killmonger- @bakarilennox

- paragone series- @dynastylnoire

-friday (erik x ocs), she got game (erik x oc), chunk series (erik x oc), computer blue series- @ghostfacekill-monger

- rekindle series, daddy’s here series, adoration series, @soufcakmistress

- reclamation series, lost and driven series (erik x oc)- @avfug

- with love wakanda prompt fic, erik and reader discover they both have deceased fathers with the same death date, nothing easy to please (awkward!erik x oc), there’s something they’re not telling us (erik x oc)- @bidibidibombaclaat- 

- song of stevens series, fictober 28. i felt that. you know what i mean.   (and really good erik oc fics too), king kill’mawals, n’jadaka’s helpful hands, santa can’t bring me what i need (with mbaku and t’challa, fictober 26. but if you can’t see it, is it really there?- @eerythingisshaka

- all things (mix of erik x oc and erik x reader)- @erikismybitch

- all things erik (some oc fics in there too)- @laketaj24

- king of pop series, protector (erik x oc), out with a bang, desserts series-@forbeautyandlife

- all erik fics- @plussizeappreciationfics

- everything from @supersizemeplz

- same girl, do you remember (possible series), worry ‘bout it, let em know series, freaky friday (with t’challa), feel love, i wanna be, nip tuck,- @songficsbyrissi

- all things - @another-imaginesblog

- all things from @princesskillmonger

- overstimulated series (erik x oc)- @princessstevens

- all things from @shewrites02

- killin ‘em softly series- @eyeknowmywrites

- sandcastles series, twin flames (erik x oc)- @thehoodsweetheart

- all things- @cmonkillmonger (mixed with erik x oc)

- old friends- @babygirlofwakanda

-everything (mixed with erik x oc)- @brattywriters-anonymous

- secrets series, nice for what, stevens stories series (erik x sibling!oc)- @drtycomputerx

- all things @rayraynddem

- fast & furious, leave a light on series- @mariamermaid

- all things @killmoncoochie (a mix of erik x reader and erik x oc)

- a tale of two soldiers series, make it clap, passenger seat series- @blackmissfrizzle

- facetime love, with walnuts- @melodyofmbaku

- mad issues series- @curls-and-crosses

- numb, somebody to love (with t’challa)- @goldvnkillmongerbarnes

- all things from - @thickoreo

- everything from (mixed with erik x oc)- @killmongersgurl 

- everything from - @killmongerskeeper

- everything- @shyblackgurl

- everything from- @eriksjournal

- sweet like honey series, insecure series - @erikslulbaby

- everything from- @wakanda-inspired

- everything - @ororowrites

- headass youtube couple series, cutting ties (possible series), #tsrbaewatch (blow the whistle), fix my crown series.- @apantherinmypastlife

- i can’t, baking with the royal would include- @melo-yello

- destined series- @oblivious1olivious

- be careful sweetheart series- @avenging-fics

- all erik fics (mixed with erik x oc) - @muse-of-mbaku

- watching him sleep, driving with erik be like…, when erik’s jealous, my baby, frontline, it was a joke! series, goofy ass, hair, black panther cast as students (included)- @killmonger-dolan

- all things from @wakandanblogger

- at your best- @papi-chulo-bucky

- french inhale series (erik x oc)- @jewelofwakanda

- let’s talk about sex series, teach me series, when your mad series, waffles series, spoiled little brat series, slow ride seris, movie night series, mines, thunderstorn; girl, fuck you; eat your breakfact, secret admirer, amusement park fun, displays of affection, night at the movies, silent heartbeats series, worship, loving the way you love it, day drunk, smile for me daddy, breeding kink, just like you, we goin to hell, in the cut, kissing strangers series- @thehomierobbstark

- redbone, focus, i’ma make you proud- @pocmarvelworks

- all erik fics- @youreallyshouldtalkmore

- nerd, erik killmonger headcanons, on the run, before we have to let go, erik’s girl, eyes watching god, she’s mine pt. 1-, black panther trinity parent drabbles (with t’challa and m’baku)- @black-mcu-imagines

- dating series, possessive, kiwi series, i wanna marry you, quit series, fast car series,  - @wtfnegan

- dustiest corner in harlem series, just take the ring, more than talk, tell me, hell of a feeling - @sweettea-and-honeybutter

-broken clocks- @beforeverrmine

- in my whip, lyk dis, - @memor-somnis

- all things from @wakanda-4evr

- rated e, i missed you series, on broadway, unravel me series, no average bitch, if they ain’t looking - @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers

- all erik fics- @ourwakandanerik

- keys and a crown series, piece by piece, the warm up-  @iwannalearnhowtoship

- the parlor (with t’challa) series, operation: honey pot series, first love, liberation series, countdown, soft, ilanga series, death of a bachelor series, the library- @blackpantherimagines

- plot twist series, ring series, song goes off, summertime love series, walls (erik x oc)- @blackpantherismyish

- all things erik- @livingmybestfakelife

- Erik’s theory of happiness series- @brownmuse (erik x oc)

- whole ass parents series, iight fam series, the bouncer, the bsu- @suburbanblackhoe

- all erik fics- @wawakanda-btch

- 390. you shouldve heard his side of the story. you never asked mine, waters of chaos series- @wakandasoldier

- all erik fics- @njadaakas

- all erik fics- @njadont

- redeem me- @njadaddy

- study buddy- @heyauntieeee

- voodoo seris, white girl- @imagine-mbaku

- all erik fics- @madamslayyy

- permission series- @babybluepeaches

- street car, wadjet- @n-jadaddy

- your highness series- @princessceettaa

- au wehre erik’s dad wasn’t killed and took him back to wakanda where he grew up, too easy, in the still of the night, otto’s shrunken head, rainy day savior- @eyestheyseeyou

- all erik fics (mix of erik x reader and erik x oc)- @eye-raq

- all erik fics- @ljs-writing

- all erik fics- @iliketowrite1996

- fuck you series- @newstarvingcollegestudent

- fuccboi troubles series- @issajuju-bug

- noney and mint, lay with me, little girl series (erik x oc), fae (erik x oc), bound series (erik x oc), bedtime story,  blinding (erik x oc)- @sweeter-thejuice

- you made your bed series- @sweetpeachjones

- all things - @imaginewhoever

- i’m cleva series, - @killmongerdispussy

- mistakes series, honey and chocolate series, forbidden series dangerous waters- @cocoaflowerrs

- all imagines from @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

- cujo- @nastybuckybarnes

- by bast series, pregnancy drabble, angsty drabble- @sickandtideeeee

- catch it, round 17, be mine series, ambition- @dumbchickwrites

- all things from @dacreskars

- cater 2 you, it’s been a minute, stereotypes series, you’re mine, angst erik, collegeboi!erik fic, (all you need, try me, sneaky, watch your mouth- all part of a lil series), baby girl and her daddy- @boldmellowtastemaker

- all things @artisticestheticreads

- all things @hearteyes-for-killmonger (a mix of erik x reader and erik x oc)

- breakfast with strangers series, blind date series, in and out of live series, missing brown eyes series- @cosmiceyegasms

- i like that series- @nachtaiwrites

- imagine that series,  prophecy series, the nanny series, how you married n’jadaka, life line series, moodboards, erik loves you just the way you are, destiny?- @wakandascrystal

- all erik fics- @wakandas-vibranium

- prey series, big mad, earth dy, leaving, ride or die, the grace of kings  series and it’s prompts(erik x oc), she who,walks in the sea series (erik x oc), ritual (erik x oc), late (erik x oc), a boy (erik x his mom), sing of helen series (erik x oc)- @hoopshoney

- summertime madness- @jazthestampede

- facetime love, with walnuts- @melodyofmbaku

- the red door- @twistedcharismaaa

-all erik fics (erik x oc)- @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

- too deep, snip snip(pet), you say it’s food for thought series- @lostncrowned

- stress relief, the girl is mine- @lostgalaxies

- it’s okay series (with liberosis), erik the wise, one punch man, consider me finished, leave me series- @marvellovegalore

- all erik fics- @marvelmaree

- all erik fics- @wakandamama

- better series- @mothereve1

- affairs series, better series (with t’challa)- @melaninkpopimagines

- microcosms, burn, lost files, finals season series, party of one, compression, if ever there were angels series- @lesqui

- all erik fics (erik x oc)- @killmongersmistress

- all erik fics- @maleficentcheekbones

- all erik fics- @oshaia (mix of erik x oc and erik x reader)

- erik x deja series (erik x oc)- @wifeyofnjadaka

- all @youcantkillamutant erik fics (mix of erik x reader and erik x oc)

- all erik fics- @hidden-treasures21

- deja vu series (erik x oc)- @loveeeeandaffection

- the firm series (erik x oc)- @thadelightfulone

- the elevator bae series (erik x oc)- @yoursoulstea

- everything- @panthergoddessbast

- sacredly scarred series (erik x oc)- @whorderofthepheonix

- you don’t own me- @omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts

- make the bullshit worth it series- @wakandansunsets

- everything (mix of erik x reader and erik x oc)- @leelahsrose

- all erik fics (erik x oc)- @lady-love-and-glitter-roses

- muse series, the library will be closing series, home invasion series, the church girl series, kingdom of thieves series, disharmony series, nerd!erik hc, biker!erik hc- @killmongurl

- kissing strangers series (erik x oc)- @halcyonscry

- i’ll be around series, what you need series, purposeful naivety series- @killmvnger

- foul play series- @dessianna1

- pappa killmonger (erik oc)- @destinio1

- wet sugar series, say less series- @uzumaki-rebellion

- return the favor series, pride: take 5, caged bird (erik x nakia), trouble loves company series (erik x annalise keeting- bp x htgawm crossover)- @taint3dvirgin

- sing to me, let em know, get that, lips, i love it- @zxddy-panther

- cashier girl- @daughterofyeezus

- interrogation series- @yslkuwonu

- evening adventures, books and back hugs, tacos and jaguars- @aniqua

- the monst dangerous game: fanfic writing challenge prompt 2 (erik x oc), body pillow- @akimi-youngblood 

- all the stars series (with t’challa)- @generalshazam

*i dont want to overwhelm you too much so this is what i have for you!*

[goddessofthundathighs]

Amina Brown has a one nightstand with world heavy weight champion boxer Adonis Creed. But what happens when she decides she wants more than one night?

FACE CLAIMS

I. SPECIAL AFFAIR

II. EXPOSED

TAGS: @vikkidc @thadelightfulone @sydneebleu @blktinkerbell @madamslayyy @chaneajoyyy @jozigrrl @thehomierobbstark @eye-raq @iamrheaspeaks @mareethequeen @forbeautyandlife @whatmoredoyouwantamericaa @blowmymbackout @wakanda-inspired @nickidub718 @heyauntieeee @princessstevens @bakarilennox @xaviera108 @alexundefined @raysunshine78 @thickemadame @fd-writes @youreadthatright @theogbadbitch @blackpantherismyish @bugngiz @amirra88 @post-woke @im5ftbutmythroat66 @blackpinup22 @maya-leche @blessyd-bthyname @unholyxcumbucket @eclecticblkgirl @kissmyafropuff @jennajai @allhailqueennel @killmongersbaby @yoursoulstea @soulfulbeauty19 @laughdown @panthergoddessbast @abeautifulmindexposed @alexundefined @ghostfacekill-monger @tyees @dessianna1 @muse-of-mbaku

[shaekingshitup]

Popcorn or Nachos? POPCORN 🍿 (even though it gets stuck in my teeth and I never finish it)

Coke or Sprite? HI-C Fruit Punch

Salty or Sweet? Salty at cinema. Sweet everywhere else.

Are you sitting in the front rows or the back? MIDDLE all day (unless I show up late and only the front is available)

3D or classic? CLASSIC

Thanks boo @twistedcharismaaa

@yoursoulstea @raysunshine78 @shewrites02

Cinema edition

Popcorn or Nachos? Coke or Sprite? Salty or sweet popcorn? Are you sitting in the front rows or the back? 3D or classic? 

[dreamgirl4certain]

So I’m writing a fanfic and was wondering 1) how do you the known, nonchalant, canon character fall in love with the OC? And 2) would it be weird if the usual strong character gets beaten by the OC but no one knew what they were capable of. (For example for Q2, someone would beat killmonger and everyone is shocked because dude is a beast, but no one knew that the OC was just as strong, if not better)

Q1: I personally think it’s about the small things that the known character notices about the OC that maybe they never paid any real attention to in anyone else. To them, the OC has this mystery about them that they want to discover but in doing so, they begin to like the OC. And also, the mindset of the character. Have they reached a point where they’re open to allowing themselves to fall for another.

Q2: I don’t think that’s weird. If anything, it would be an amazing plot twist. I like reading/watching stories fall together like that with a big turn that no one was expecting.

[chaneajoyyy]

Go through the thread y’all!😩👀

@ghostfacekill-monger @twistedcharismaaa @eerythingisshaka @shyblackgurl @essaysbyciara @harleycativy @yoursoulstea @killmongersmistress

[alibrasfantasy]

(via yoursoulstea, shotclogg)

[dreamgirl4certain]

Do you/are you willing to give writing tips?

Of course!

What kind of tips are you looking for?

[abeautifulmindexposed]

@princessstevens & @princesskillmonger I’m a thinker! Not too surprised there lol

I’m tagging @mareethequeen @s-ahfty @amethyst1993 @yoursoulstea @yaachtynoboat711 @uhlxisback @killmongersgurl

Find your match: tag game

Hi lovesies, I kinda had an idea, after taking this test I found on @matstegen blog, about Creative Types.

So, I found out that, out of the eight possible creative personalities, I’m a thinker (the description totally suits me, btw lol). And I thought “How cool would it be if among my lovely mutuals I could find the other seven personalities that match and complete mine?”

So here I am, starting this ‘tag game’…

Rules:

Take the test

Reblog this post with what type you got

Tag 7 mutuals to do the same!

Let’s find our matches people!

I’m tagging: @sweetgcreature @its-a-metephor-brian @bohemiandelilah @gottabecool-relax @instantezra @radio-ha-ha @littledarlingwellaway cause they are my squad, but if you want to try and do this, you’re more than welcome!

Xx 💖

PS: my matches would be Adventurer and Visionary