#erik stevens
Pairing:Erik Killmonger (Stevens) x Black!Reader (College!au)
Word Count: 4,261
Warning(s): NSFW, Profanity, Clit stimulation, Car sex, Slight (barely there) cheating mention, Vaginal penetration, Argument, Establish relationship,
A/N:Part One+Masterlist
Summary: Things were different when you two were just friends. He has to understand that and so do you. In other words you get too jealous at one of Erik’s old flames behavior and you must’ve forgot who you were talking to.
It had been a good night so far.
It was shaping up to stay that way, too. The beginning stages of the house party actually started as a kickback. Not many people were there, a few blunts were in rotation, and the low music helped set a chill mood. While you watched, vibing, Erik’s eyes were getting lower and lower as the night went on.
“You okay?” You joke and turn to hold his face in your hand to inspect his eyes.
All of his movements were slow, still him; smooth and charismatic but just way more dangerous. “It’s just good weed mama, good ass weed.” You followed his gaze and watched them linger on your glossy lips, and he licked his realizing they were dry. “Gimme kiss.”
“Mm-mm.” You denied his request fervently. “You know how you got when you’re high, E. Uh uh.”
“How I get?” He was too artful in this state. Flirty as always but adding a new element to his already naturally provocative demeanor, and setting the wrong tone for a party where y’all were supposed to be chilling.
You avoid eye contact, for your own safety watching an incoming group of people fill in and take their spots: standing around by the stairs, going to get drinks. He pulled you in tighter by your waist, letting his thick lips linger against your neck. “Tell me how I get mama.”
“You get touchy.” You say giggling as his breath starts to tickle your neck.
He hums, skimming your stomach through the fabric of your tight dress, “I get touchy…” He makes a move and lowers his hand to your thigh.
“You get horny, and wanna touch, suck, and fuck.” He laughs just as he gets fresh, slipping his hand right in between your thighs.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Erik, no.”
“Come on. If you know how I get why you actin’?”
“Cause I’m not encouraging you.”
“Wasn’t you the one on facetime flashing a nigga?”
You shrug, blushing. “Yeah, so?”
“So, let’s make a trip out to the car.”
While he tried to persuade you another group filed in leading an old flame of Erik’s right into the living room her eyes zeroed in on the locs she always looked for and someone else incredibly familiar.
“Oh my god!” With her version of a greeting, you turned around to the familiar voice. “I heard you two were together now. You fight off the whole campus every day don’t you girl?”
You hid the irritated lift of the corners of your lips in a smile. You recognized her, Destiny a pretty girl from Erik’s escapades sometime a few months ago. “Yeah.”
Erik hadn’t looked up yet and didn’t acknowledge or dismiss her because he wasn’t much interested in what she was saying anyway. “Don’t get a girl and act like you can’t speak boy.” She reaches past you, nudging him.
You had to stop your eye from twitching. Erik looked up hazily, “Wassup Des.”
“Exactly,” She laughed. “You know better. But y’all are so cute. Hopefully, he can stick with it, you know how he is.”
Erik, head leaned on your back, with his mouth dried, swallowed and it went down the wrong way making him clear his throat which you mistook for a laugh. “I’m thirsty mama. Lemme get a drink and meet me outside?” He proposed, ignoring the possible bomb of a situation at hand.
“Nah, I’ll get you one.” You pried his arm from around you, standing up abruptly putting your ass stark against Erik’s face. “Gahdamn.” He admired cocking his head to the side. “You got draws on ma-” You were halfway around the corner before he could finish.
“Guess I missed my chance, huh?”
Erik blinked looking up, fully realizing she was still here and definitely on bullshit. “Man, don’t start.” He waved her off, leaning back into the armchair.
“What?” She laughed. “We can’t talk now?”
“Get from around me wit that.” He tells her beginning to look around for you. Fuck was taking you so long? Next thing he knows he would be in trouble for some shit he ain’t even do.
“Your girl is here, I get it. But remember the fun we were having before her, we could have it again.” She winked. You came back just after she sauntered off.
“Thank you princess, but where you go to get it? You was gone for-“ you thrusted the drink into his chest without looking at him cutting him off.
“Nana just got here. Imma go see what she got goin’ on.”
Before he could protest you stomped off in search of your friends. Erik sighed leaning back into the chair again, taking a sip of his drink. He was none the wiser that you were pissed he just figured he was getting dumped for the girls, nothing new.
…
The entire vibe of the party had changed since Erik had last seen you. It had to have been at least an hour. It wasn’t like he was one of those niggas that needed to always know where his girl was, but damn it would be nice to know if you were coming back or not. It didn’t help that your fine ass was running around a bunch of thirsty ass niggas who had no supervision.
He stood up, cracking his neck going to search for you. You’d just made your way in from outside, from the car where Nana and some other girls from campus you were cool with had been hotboxing. You spotted Erik as soon as you began moving into the living room, he was pretty much where you’d left him except he was standing now, like he was about to head out. You ignored every instinct to fall back into the cuddly but steamy bubble you two were in and stalked over with your hand out.
“I need the keys.” You told him.
“Where you was at?” He reached out snaking his hand on your lower back, just above the curve of your ass.
You looked away to compose yourself, you pushed through the comforting feeling of his body warmth against your chest, the smell of his subtle but musky cologne meshing with the cloud of smoke, and his face. That annoying look, his eyebrow hitched slightly, head angled downwards trying to make direct eye contact with you.
“I told you I was going to see Nana.” You replied, offhandedly. He was so damn annoying.
“Aye,” he nudged his face against the side of your face, his nose pressing into your cheek, and his lips skimming your jaw. “You good?”
“I’m fine, I just need the keys, Erik.”
He side eyed you, calling him Erik was definitely a sign that something was wrong or irritating you in the slightest. “What you need the keys for?”
“I left somethin’ in the car.”
“Hm.” He switched his attention, slid his nose down past your jawline, and cuddled his face in your neck, not even trying to hide the fact that he was in love with your chosen perfume for the night. “I’ll go get it. Ion want you out there by yourself. What you left?”
“You’re not gonna be able to find it, just pass em’ to me.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him you were going to get your shit, because he would’ve tried to stop you and you would’ve either blown up and caused a scene or let him whisk you right back into his lap.
He planted a kiss to your neck, still completely in the dark about your attitude, which was getting worse by the second. He dug the remote out of his back pocket and slipped it into your hand. “Imma go wit you, lemme use the bathroom right quick.” He sighed as he pulled away, a little sad he had to leave the comfort being wrapped in you provided and slapped your ass as a parting gift.
You scoffed, heading outside as soon as he was up the stairs. You headed to the car, weaving past the folks on the lawn, and waved to Nana, who was parked across the street to let her know you were coming. Erik’s car was just on the next block, around the corner, it was a quick walk especially because you were rushing, fiending to get home and away from his friendly ass.
You got your hoodie and sweatpants from the backseat, locking the door and shutting it with your hips. On the walk back, all you could do was mock Destiny. You fight off the whole campus don’t you, girl? You rolled your eyes, and the nerve of his stupid ass to laugh, the fuck was so funny?
It wasn’t like you had never anticipated situations like those coming up. You had heard more than enough of Erik’s hoe stories to know you were going to cross paths with a few of them on campus. That didn’t bother you, you weren’t naive, you knew who you were dating. What bothered you was him, how he reacted. Mr. Talkative suddenly didn’t know how to speak up? That shit was irritating. And what the hell else did the two of them have to talk about after you left? What was she saying that was so fucking enthralling? Actually, what was so secretive about it that she had to rush off as soon as she saw you?
You huffed, realizing you had angered yourself again, even though you told yourself you wouldn’t let her get to you because that was no doubt her goal. You rounded the corner, making a detour to Nana’s car before going back inside. What had been five girls, including her was now just her and another one of your friends, Aliyah. You leaned on the door poking your head in.
“You ready to go?” Nana asked, her silky red hair falling over her shoulders as she lean up out of her seat, against the wheel.
“Y’all ready to go already? You just got here and didn’t even go inside.”
Aliyah perked up from the passengers seat, “Girl, I came for the weed and the niggas. I got both. That Que nigga I’ve been spying on? We made an appointment and you hoes is holding me up.”
Nana shrugged, “No for real, I’m hungry as hell. After I drop you off, Aliyah gon’ go meet her lil boo at Waffle House, and imma hook up with the after party and get something to eat. You sure you don’t want in?”
“Nah, I’m taking my ass home. My nigga done pissed me off, this dress is tight and I just wanna go get in my bed.” You stood up, tugging the ends down. “I’ll be right back, I just gotta give him his keys.” You dangled them and took your clothes from your shoulder. “Can you hold these?” You held them out, but neither Aliyah nor Nana were looking at you, but past you, as if they’d seen a ghost. “Hello? What is wrong with y’all?”
“Mama I think you in trouble.” Aliyah warned.
“What?” You scrunched your face in confusion.
“Yo.” Your body tensed, hearing a deep voice so suddenly but you sighed out of relief when you realized it was just Erik. You turned leaning against the car, tilting your head. “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me?”
“You were taking too long.” You held out the keys for him to take. “I’m gonna catch a ride home, with Liya and Nana.” You nodded your head toward them.
He moved you to the side, the back of his hand lightly pressed into the side of your stomach, and he leaned in. “Hey y’all.” He greeted.
“Hey Erik.” They both said, voices high pitched. You’d scold them later about being so damn weak.
“I’m good. Wassup wit you two?”
“Nothin’ just takin this one home, then heading to the after party.”
“Oh, aight.” He tapped the door. “I ‘preciate y’all, but she good.”
Nana and Liya shared a look, Nana looking back at you and then at Erik, shrugging, “Alright.” She said nodding her head and starting her car up.
“Hold on.” You put your hand on his chest pushing him up and away from the window. “I’m going to have her take me home. You can stay I just wanna go home, I-”
“Why you got me looking for you at a party we came to together?” He cut you off, oh so now he was irritated? You made a face, ignoring both Liya and Nana’s comments and sounds of surprise. “We come together we leave together. You leave wit me even when we don’t come together. How you sound right now?” He bent down again, “Y’all have fun, I got her.” He repeated, assuring them and you that there was no room for argument
Liya and Nana nodded because you and Erik obviously had some stuff to sort out and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You still leaned against the car, completely uninterested in going anywhere with him. “Let’s go.” Erik said lowly, grabbing your clothes off your shoulder and slinging them over his, taking you by your wrist and leading you across the street.
“Get home safe!” You called over your shoulder. She honked, pulling off.
“Call me tomorrow!” You heard one of them yell, but couldn’t tell who.
He held onto your wrist for the whole walk to the car, only slowing down when it came to curbs, making sure you could get up in them heels he told you not to wear. When you finally got to the car he took the remote from your hand and unlocked the doors, opening the passenger’s side for you.
“Get in the car.” He tells you, almost triggering you to say something nasty. Who the fuck did he think was he talking to? Telling you to do anything, after the stupid shit he pulled tonight. “Now.” He snapped, making any objection die on your tongue though that didn’t stop all the shit you thought of saying to him as you ducked inside the car. He shut the door, not hard, but firm enough that you jumped slightly. You slumped into your chair, turning your body toward the door as he made his way around the front of the car and slid in himself.
He threw your clothes back into the back seat, turning back and taking a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his face. “Imma really try not to snap on you.” He took another breath fully composing himself. “What is your problem?”
You made a face but didn’t turn toward him or show any acknowledgmentof what he said because now all of a sudden he cared? He didn’t give a fuck when Destiny was in his face cracking jokes.
God, he hated that shit. That pushing your entire body toward the door was the most irritating shit you could do, on top of everything else. “You blowing my high, Y/N.”
“I wanna go home and you didn’t have to take me, Nana was going to.”
“What the fuck are you even so upset about?” He questioned angrily. “I didn’t even do anything.”
You whipped around, “You’re acting so stupid! You’re gonna act like I’m overreacting when you’re the one who thinks everything is a fucking comedy show! Did she make you laugh, Erik? She’s just a regular Kevin Hart, huh?”
“The hell are you talking about? Laughing at what?”
You huffed and spun back around toward the door. “You gonna take me home or not?”
“Who are you even talking about? Are you - you mean Destiny? You acting like you’ve never met a bitch I fucked before. You met-“ He stumbled for her name, cause shithe was too high for this and he didn’t even remember her all that well. “Shawty from the food court and you didn’t act like this.”
He was using her as an example? He meant Savannah, and that was before you two even started dating. If he used his minuscule fucking brain to think back then he would know that.
“Yes or no, Erik. Trav is here, I can get a ride.”
It was antagonistic but since he wanted to go there you would to. Travis was a partner you had in your Bio class that Erik swore, and still swears has a crush on you. He even hated that you called him Trav, sprouting something about his government name being fine enough for you to use.
He reached forward wrapping both hands around the wheel, taking another deep breath. He should be fucking, or getting sucked off, maybe somewhere in between, head first in some pussy. But instead he was out here arguing with your dumb ass over some girl who didn’t even matter, and some nigga you were about to have on a t-shirt playing so damn much.
“I don’t wanna do this.” He said calmly hoping to appeal to the side of you that wanted peace. “Baby.” He called hooking his hand around your knee and swiveling you around to face him. “I don’t wanna argue no more, aight? I’m sorry I made you upset.” You still wouldn’t respond, so of course he wasn’t going to keep trying. Everything always has to be something with you. “I’m not doing this. We too fucking old for this shit. When you ready to talk you let me know.” He started moving, “I ain’t ready to leave yet.” He chucked the remote in the cupholder.
You yelled out of frustration watching him head back into the house, kicking your feet up on the dashboard. Fuckhim.
…
Waiting in the car had stopped being easy fifteen minutes ago and that was about forty five minutes since your little sassy ass boyfriend left you in the car. Not only had you grown tired of finding things to do but your mood was on a steady decline and you wanted to be babied. Your threat of getting a ride from Travis was empty because not only did you not want to encourage him, but you didn’t want to piss Erik off any more than you already had, apparently.
You huffed as you got out the car. You hugged yourself against the night air as you started up the block.
You entered the house looking for him where he was last but he moved to the sofa on the other side of the room, nursing another red cup. He caught your eye immediately, stared for a moment then looked away.
You shuffled over and sat down. “Hi.” He hummed, and now he was the one ignoring your gaze. His arm was hung over the chair so you threw caution to the wind and snuggled into him. He was stiff and didn’t move to meet you like he usually did. “You laughed.” You began explaining yourself. “When your lil friend Desthought she was getting over with her little ass ‘you know how he is comment,’ you laughed.”
“I didn’t laugh.”
“Erik, yes you did.”
“No I didn’t. I had taken like 10 hits, my throat was dry as hell. I was damn near choking. I didn’t even hear what she said.”
Oh.
“Had you fucking told me that while I was interrogating you in the car I would’ve told you that. We didn’t talk about shit when you went to get the drink either..” He continues, knowing that’s probably the next thing that pissed you off.
You frowned. “Why didn’t you say that?” He scoffed turning away from you, hiding his face against his cup. “E, I’m sorry.” You look over his face, features all too telling that he wasn’t feeling you right now. “C’mon I know this ain’t thee Erik Stevens in his feelings,” you tried joking. He didn’t take to it. You took his chin in hand, turning his face toward you. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah aight.” His eyes went from your gloss covered lips back up to your eyes. You smirked, you knew exactly how to convince him.
…
“I’m sorry, E.” You mewled a giant his collar bone, “I’m sorry.”
You hadn’t done car sex like this, with him yet. You hadn’t done it at all, but you figured everything was different with Erik. Surely, this wasn’t normal. Working so hard to please a nigga as an apology, off some shit you over exaggerated about was embarrassing all by itself, but this,the fire of it all.
The freezing cold air nipping at your heated skin, the burn in your calves from riding him, especially in such close quarters. Despite the reclined seat being pushed as far back from the wheel as it could get awarding you all the available extra space, every up and down spring of your calves and heels burned. You weren’t sure how long you could go, but every nasty whisper from his lips propelled you further than you thought you could go. You weren’t sure if it was a testament to how sprung you were or just how good he was at making you act out.
“Come here, mama.” He knew you were tired like he always seemed to know everything else during these types of activities. The type that requires cracked windows and hushed whispers to avoid legal punishment. He let you rest against his chest, falling onto your knees, your feet resting off of the chair.
His arms curled around your back and waist, pressing you against him, while you caught your breath. He let his finger trail up your spine, “Let me finish for you.” He offered sweetly, incredibly proud of you as he looked down still in the process of recovering from your hard work himself. But, still he couldn’t help but think damn she still fine, even with the thin film of sweat covering you, your hair more than out of place.
You hummed, though you were exhausted you had been working toward a nut for longer than you could count. You neededit.
He helped you slip into position, helped turn and twist you around until you were on your knees, back pressed to him, a hand on each the drivers’ side handlebar and the console. Soft kisses pressed against your spine and you slipped that throbbing part of him between your lips, thrusting back and forth until his shaft was completely wet, your arousal coating him completely from base to tip.
“Shit…” He fell slightly off track, while you were moving. Hands circling your waist and clasped in front of your stomach. Slipping up underneath your scrunched up dress to grab a handful, and some, of those pretty ass titties. Ones he’d been devouring, with his teeth grazing across your brown skin until they were slightly sinking into nipples as he sucked, only a few moments ago.
“Stop playing.” You huffed, not only anxious to restart but to finish.
He grinned, too excited to see you like this. “I ain’t start yet.”
Too tired to be playing a waiting through any of his horny ass detours you took to snapping his hands from around your waist, pushing them down. “Focus.”
“Y/N.” He stretched your attention thin. Saying your name while one hand softly slid down your stomach easily navigating through your soaked sex, the other teasing a grip on your throat until there was.
“E-”
“I wasn’t gon say nothing. You apologized, so I forgive you. But,” he paused only to listen to that pretty hushed groan you make when he’s doing his rounds. Either when he was making you stretch around his fingers filling you until you were scared at the thought of another, knuckle deep in that creamy ass pussy or softly circling that sensitive nub until you were twitching to finish, or both at the same time. “You gon learn to watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me. You don’t run shit.”You heaved, trying to catch another breath but the strengthening grip in your throat was making it hard. “You hear me?”
“Yes.” You rushed to answer. “Yes, I hear you.”
“You gon do whatever I want tonight?” He asked just as he pinched that soaked bundles of flesh and nerves just right between his rough thumb and pointer -
“Fuck!”The sensation made you jolt, sending you slumped against the steering wheel.
“You gon do whatever I want tonight?” He asked again referring to you coming home with him as opposed to going back to your dorm. You agreed with a quick nod of your head. “You gon stop tripping?” He asked, finding the dangerous rhythm that would get you right. Slow and steady focusing the pads of his fingertips on pressing down to fast and rough slipping in the occasional pinch.
“E!” You gasped.
“You gon stop testing me?” He questioned, ignoring every plea, cry and whine no matter how pretty. He trapped your earlobe between his teeth, nipping. “You gon stop acting like you don’t know I be fucking this shit up?
“Mm.” You whined.” It still wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he tapped your clit a few times to bring your attention back, making your head snap back. “Yes.” You moaned. “Yes, E!”
He was somewhat satisfied with that and settled for this being your last orgasm. He held you close while you shuddered and collapsed. Sucking his fingers and pulling them out of his mouth with a pop he leaned into your ear. “I love you. You know that.”
“I know.” You breathed. “I love you too.”
He waited for you to regain enough strength to climb back over and redress, kissing every inch of available skin he could reach in the meantime. He said something, though it was so light you almost didn’t hear.
“And you bet not mention that nigga no more…”
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So this is another part to Untitled. Which is officially named Always and Forever. Anyone wants to be added let me know. Imma try not to excerpt yall to death but I swear I’m trying but for now here you go I just got a bit of writes block.
Warning(s):Use of the n-word, Profanity, Angst
“You never gonna let that go.” He stops down the hallway, dropping everything in his hands. “No matter what I do, what I say, what I show you I’m always gonna be the nigga that left.”
“Now you’re starting to get it.” You fumble with your keys.
“I’m sorry. How many times I gotta say that? I’m sorry I hurt you, and that’s somethin I’m never going to be able to take back I get that, but I’m not sorry I left. I had to leave, I thought you would’ve understood that. You say you knew me, but it’s almost like you ain’t never met me.”
“You had to,” You scoff. “Yeah you had to leave in the night like because you were ashamed. You knew you were wrong!”
“I was a kid!”
“So was I.”
“Why you think you the only one that deserve grace? You did some stupid shit too. Crazy shit. You didn’t tell me ma died.”
“You weren’t there! I grieved her, Erik. By myself, in that stupid bedroom that we shared, where I kept bunk beds until I was 16 because I though you’d come back. That was stupid! Waiting around for you was stupid, trusting you was stupid, going on that date with you was stupid!”
“One mistake is all it takes for you to pull that shit out your ass. One mistake. There was a fucking 8 car pile up, they blocked off the street. Was I supposed to fly to you?”
You roll your eyes, starting at your keys again. “Nah, tell me. Tell me what you wanted me to do when we were 13, tell me what you wanted me to do when ma died, even though I didn’t know, tell me what you want me to do now. Tell me and I’ll do it.“ He listened to you silence. “Exactly. There isn’t anything I can do. Cause the second some shit don’t go your way, the second you feel like it I’m just gone be him again. Ain’t shit ass nigga, who made a mistake when he wasn’t even old enough to drive that you plan on making me pay for forever. You plan on whippin that shit out the rest of our lives.”
“God, you are so- you want me to tell you what to do? Go away and stay. Don’t crash into my life when things are fine, like you did when we were 13. Don’t fuck things up and come back like I’m supposed to be grateful you remembered me. Don’t ask me on a date, don’t feed me stupid fantasies about our ‘relationship’ and ‘the rest of our lives’ when you can’t even make it on a date you pressed me for. Leave and don’t come back because I fucking hate you and I wish they never brought you home.“
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Chantilly Davenport was struck by tragedy just as adulthood began for her. Numb from the world, a fierce deity takes her under her wing, and Chantilly serves her goddess faithfully with bountiful blessings and power accompanied with her protection. But her goddess wants more. A more substantial sacrifice. A dapper and mysterious gentleman arrives in town and quickly makes a mark on the Holy City. Chantilly is enticed in more than one way and is urged to strike. The perfect sacrifice. Chaos ensues when the ritual goes utterly wrong and the perfect sacrifice is anything but…
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Okay can anyone, other than mdcoochie since they blocked me, make sense of this lol
(please read the whole entire thing you won’t be disappointed…or maybe you will)
This is why I said what I said. Yes they used manipulation. Yes they are a villain! No it wasn’t for the same reasons; not even the same ways.
Loki caused all the ruckus by inviting Frost Giants to Thor’s inauguration because he wanted to not only sabotage it but to prove to Odin Thor wasn’t fit for the throne. In a mischievous and shitty way yes, but that was the goal. Because Odin raised Loki into a falsehood that he was meant to be king of Asgard when that was never going to happen, at least, not on purpose. Causing Loki to feel disregarded and always on Thor’s shadow. Odin’s goal of Loki was always to use raise him as a political pawn; his so called benevolence raised him like that to supposedly one day tell him his real origins so he can “peacefully” take over become king. Finding out his origins disrupted everything; what he believed, his true purpose, everything. Not to mention he then moved on from being Odin’s pawn to Thanos’.
Can someone finally realized that the way Loki will plan, manipulate, lie, kill after the fact would never be the same as Killmonger(please read my Killmonger analysis here then come back).
Killmonger goals are not the same. What if? gave an alternative to his plans which was always going to have the same outcome- to take over what he felt entitled to (because he was robbed of such opportunity for an ignorant reason) and come back to his rightful place (home) with later on intentions to help those who were in the same spot as him. The struggles he felt as a POC can’t be compared to Loki therefore their methods (and the why) can’t be either! Not when you downplay it like this to the point it doesn’t even make any sense!
Y’all this is why some of you need improve your critical thinking skills! It’s not about who murdered more, who ranks more as “evilier”, who’s more of a piece of shit. None of that will matter if you don’t make sense of why they used those methods to get where they are in the first place!
Just like Jimmy Woo said “an over simplification of events”.
Blocking me and telling me this afterwards isn’t making your argument any smarter.
I’m kinda glad I not so accidentally came across this. Stupid reason to get blocked because someone gave you more insight because they don’t hold the same supposed morality standards as you do but whatever it’s tumblr
Your point is that they used the same methods therefore they are equally bad because they even have the same motives. Like huuuh?
This is why I said in my In Killmonger’s Defense post on why not every POC story is meant to be understood by everyone.
I’m wondering if the Loki show has anything to do with this kind of thinking. Because after the Loki show, there was been this surge where people disregard fan favorite villains and the reason why they are understood (not praised for what they did). I’m willing to bet the whole argument this user talked about initially is probably made from their head so they can justify writing how they really felt about Loki. Just throwing a theory out there.
Hmmm…
Reporter: “Wakanda forever!”
Lupita: “WAKANDA FOREVER AND EVER!!!!”
Sterling: “Forever ever?”
Michael and Lupita: “FOREVER EVER????”
This cast right HERE.The blackness jumpedOUT.
They’re so PRETTY
So who’s gonna write a fic based off of this????
I think I’ve decided to turn Rush into a full series after reading the feedback I’ve received from the initial post! Thank you guys so much for the love and positivity you’ve all given me with this one-shot. I was so nervous to share my work and it feels good to know that my writing is being received so well! I also will start taking requests and commissions (commissions are not required, but they’d be nice since I’m working on my degree, tee hee). My Paypal is link in the bio section of my blog if you would like to donate a lil sumn sumn . Again thank you all so much for the support thus far. I can’t wait to see where all this goes ❤️
Rush (Adonis Creed One-Shot)
Summary:A young intern has a rough start to her day, and running into a certain stranger is just the icing on the cake.
Warning:Mild language.
Word count: 3,399
Notes:I might turn this into a series, but for now it’s just a quick one-shot that I wrote last night. This is my first ever piece of writing that I’ve shared, so I’m pretty nervous. Feel free to leave your feedback or any requests, as I’m keen on wanting to better myself as a writer. Also, thank you to my friend, Brittani, for being my proofreader/editor! I appreciate you! You guys can check out her material @killmongers-counselor❤️
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“Thank you so much, Greg!” I cried out to the barista behind the Starbucks counter as I made my way past the crowded sea of people trying to get their morning beverages and breakfast. Holding a piping hot cup of coffee in one and my briefcase in the other, I used my shoulder to quickly push the door of the Starbucks open and made my way on to the ever so lively, busy streets of New York City.
This morning had been a doozy, considering the fact that I overslept, and was now running late for work. As an intern for one of the top public relations firms in the country, I made it my mission to appear as professional as possible in order to achieve the career that I’ve always wanted, which was to be the best damn publicist in the entertainment business that the world had ever seen.
Glancing down at the rose gold Apple watch on my wrist, I cracked one eye open, scared to look at the time displayed on the tiny screen. “Fuck!” I let out a tumultuous groan as I proceeded to power walk down the congested sidewalk amongst other wayfarers trying to get to their individuals destinations. There was never a time where NYC wasn’t busy, especially during the weekdays. The streets were always filled with employees making their way to their nine to fives. I fret that I wasn’t going to make it to my job on time, becoming annoyed and panicked as I damn near sprinted, finally approaching the area in which my workspace was located. The only issue was that I was on the wrong side of the street and making it across the hectic street would prove a challenge. However, at this moment in time, I didn’t care about anything other than making it to my job, so I took my chances. Holding up my hand that was preoccupied by my briefcase, I began to jog across, passing by a few cars. The owners of the cars were obviously irritated, making sure that they honked their horns at me to let me know how dumb I was, but I didn’t care.
I was halfway across the street when suddenly, my heel got caught in a subway grate, causing me to lose my footing, but I quickly recovered by stretching my arms to my sides, which helped me with my balance. Once I got my body to stop swaying back and forth, I crouched down to try and retrieve my heel which was still stuck in the subway grate. “Oh, my fucking god, you have to be kidding me right now.” I harshly whispered to myself, thinking my morning couldn’t get any worse than what it already was.
“Aye, watch out!” I heard someone bellow out, but I was way too focused on trying to save my heel to pay them any attention. “Hey!” They yelled again, and that’s when my entire body crashed into the sidewalk. It was as if something, or more so, someone, had collided right into me.
I let out a shriek, bewildered and thinking over what the hell had just happened. A few seconds later, the weight that had slammed into me removed itself while I still laid on the hard, gray concrete. “What the fu- “I turned my body around and sat up, so I was sitting on my butt, and that’s when I looked up to see a well-built African-American man standing over me with his somewhat swollen hand extended to me. Before I grabbed his hand, I analyzed him quickly. His torso was clad in a skin tight, long sleeved black shirt, which was layered with a warm black leather jacket with beige fur lining the outsides. His jeans were a dark wash blue and they slightly sagged a little, but not too much to where they were falling off his ass. He adorned a pair of classic tan Timberlands on his feet. He was good looking, handsome, actually. I’ll give him that. Hesitantly, I took his hand into mine and he pulled me up, helping me stand to my feet. My feet. Underneath my left foot, I could feel the hard, cold, gravely pavement. I glanced down, finding that my shoe was no longer attached to my foot and my eyes immediately darted toward the street to see that it had already been ran over, and was continuing to be ran over by other vehicles making their way through town. “SERIOUSLY?!” I huffed out, sulking and stomping my feet, to which the male currently standing before me found to be amusing. I quickly shot him the hardest glare I could muster which only made him laugh even harder. If I wasn’t so angry, I would have noted how perfect his teeth were, but I was way more focused on giving him a piece of my mind than complementing his features. “I don’t see what it is that you find so funny. Now what am I gonna do? I literally have to be at work in three minutes and I’m missing a fucking shoe!”
With a shake of his head, he beamed down at me. “It was either gonna be you or the shoe. I figured you were worth more than an object that could be easily replaced.”
“Well that’s where you’re wrong, because that shoe was VERY expensive, limited edition actually, therefore it can’tbe replaced!” I spoke loudly with an eye roll and with as much venom that I could lace into my voice.
“Listen, if the shoes mean so much to you, I’ll buy you another pair to cover the damages.” He said with an exasperated sigh, sensing my anger through the tone of my voice.
“What part of these are limited editions did you not understand? Did you not listen to a word I just said?” I was pretty much yelling at the guy now.
He cocked an eyebrow at me as he looked at me in shock. “You know usuallywhen someone gets their life saved, they show a bit of gratefulness by saying thank you. You’re crazy to wanna risk your life over a shoe of all things.”
“Yet you’d risk your life for a complete stranger, someone who you don’t know and will probably never see again?” I inquired, raising my eyebrow to imitate his earlier facial expression. I knew I was coming off as extremely rude and bitchy, but I was too far gone in rage to even care.
He gave a slight shrug of his broad shoulders. “Well, I’d rather die as a hero than die as a moron.”
“Excuse me? The hell is that supposed to mean?” I questioned, getting offended by his smart comment.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head while waving me off. “It doesn’t mean anything. Just leave, y’know…. so you won’t be late for work.”
“Oh, I’m going! You don’t have to worry about that!” I clapped back, making sure the tone in my voice was dripping with nothing but sarcasm. I quickly turned around and limped my way to my destination, before growing even more annoyed and taking the remaining heel off. Once inside the building where my job was located, I scurried through the front lobby with my head down, embarrassed to be seen by my fellow coworkers in my current state. I could hear murmurs and whispers as I felt people’s eyes burning a hole through my body. After what felt like forever, I reached the elevator and climbed in with a number of other employees, squeezing my way through so I could press the button that would take me to the tenth floor of the building. Once again, I could feel eyes on me, so I concentrated on getting to my meeting on time, and also tried to come up with an explanation as to why I was walking into a professional setting barefoot. This internship meant everything to me and was the key to achieving my dream job. I couldn’t let this mishap cost me everything that I’ve worked so hard to get.
When the elevator doors opened, I lightly jogged to the conference room, walking in to see my boss, Mr. Addington, and multiple other colleagues sitting at the long, freshly varnished conference table. I nodded my head swiftly as a greeting, and hurriedly made my way to my seat. “You’re just in time Ms. Bridges. I was starting to think I was going to have to let you go. We are waiting on our new client to arrive and then we’ll proceed with the meeting.” I sighed, giving him a light “okay” as a response, honestly exhausted from how rough my morning had been. I was just grateful he hadn’t noticed my missing shoes.
Once seated, I took a deep breath, trying to relax my thoughts. I looked around the table nervously and spotted that everyone had their required paperwork stacked in front of them, just in case the client decided to pick who he or she wanted to represent them. Then it hit me. When I got knocked over on the sidewalk earlier, my coffee AND briefcase fell out of my hands and onto the jam pact streets of the Concrete Jungle. “Shit!” I said under my breathe so no one around me could hear. I scooted my chair back and stood up, straightening my outfit which had been wrinkled due to my fall a few minutes earlier. “Mr. Addington,” I squeaked out. “I apologize for the inconvenience, but I just realized that I left my paperwork out- um, on my desk! If you don’t mind, could I go and get it really quick?”
“Go ahead.” He finally spoke after a few seconds of sitting in silence, which seemed like an eternity. I nodded, trying to make a beeline for the conference room door, but then Mr. Addington stopped me.
“Ms. Bridges?” He called out from behind me, resulting in me stopping dead in my tracks, shutting my eyes tightly in order to brace myself for what I knew was about to come. “Why on earth are you walking around in a professional setting without shoes on?”
Turning around slowly, I gave him the most apologetic look that I could assemble, opening my mouth to say something, but someone standing behind me decided to speak for me. It was him.
“It’s because I spilled coffee on them. I might have gotten some on her briefcase too.” I turned my head in the direction of where the voice was coming from, only to see the man I had encountered earlier standing before me, holding a pair of the very same shoes that had been damaged along with my briefcase. He sported a dazzling smile, showing off his pearly whites while handing the items over to me. “Here you go, ma’am. Sorry about all the trouble.”
My mouth was wide open as my jaw hung low, in complete shock and disbelief that 1) I would run into him again and 2) he had found the same exact limited-edition shoes I was sporting earlier. I struggled to find the words to say, until I saw him stalking over to the other empty seat at the table, that’s when the realization hit me. “Wait, you’re our new client?!” I whispered to him before he got too far out of ear shot. He turned his head slightly, winking his eye at me with a cheeky grin plastered along his face.
“Well then Ms. Bridges, if you don’t mind, could you please take a seat, so we can get this meeting started?” Mr. Addington suggested. “Y-yes sir.” I stuttered while clearing my throat, ecstatic that I wasn’t going to lose my internship and headed towards the table to take my seat.
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When the meeting was over, everyone in the room stood up from their seats and began to fill out of the room, including the man whose name I had already forgot despite him being the topic of discussion at today’s meeting. I was still wanting to hold on to a little bit of anger, but it was hard to do so after his grand gesture of retrieving my briefcase and finding me my prized heels. Apparently, he was really popular in the boxing world, being the gifted seed of another popular boxer who had died before he was born. He recently became the new heavyweight champion of the world and was in need of a publicist to help mold his public image to the world. It seems as if he was known by the majority of the employees in the conference room, except me, considering I’m not into sports like that. The meeting ended with him not deciding who he wanted as a publicist, so Mr. Addington decided that we’d have another meeting soon unless he made up his mind later on today.
I quickly caught up to the man in the hallway, tapping him lightly on his shoulder with a manicured nail to get his attention. “Excuse me.” I croaked out, slightly nervous and embarrassed that I had made such a fool out of myself earlier.
He stopped walking and turned his head halfway, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I could tell he was smirking, his eyes held a glint of amusement in them. “Yes?” He responded.
“Um, h-how did you get these? They’re-“I began to ask before he turned around fully and cut me off.
“Limited edition?” He chuckled, finishing my sentence for me. His shoulders bounced lightly, finding the turn of events humorous. “Girl, you ain’t the only woman in this building with these. You know that, right? They aren’t as limited as you thought.”
I nodded my head, beginning to stumble over my words. “I mean, yeah but- I know b-but- “He cut me off again.
“Look, I bought ‘em off some woman’s feet ‘ight? Don’t even trip. There yours now so you should be happy now, right?” He answered in the most sarcastic tone he could convene, imitating how I was acting earlier. He started to walk away again toward the elevator.
“Thank you!” I blurted out loudly and he stopped dead in his tracks, his back facing me while his finger hovered over the button that would take him to the first floor of the building.
“What are you thankful for? The shoes, saving your life, or saving your job?” He cocked his head to the side. I couldn’t see his face, but I just knew he was sporting an exasperated look on his features.
“Everything.” It came out more like a question and he kissed his teeth in response. “Look, I was dead wrong to not say thank you. I know I came off as a bitch and I truly apologize for being so nasty to you. I was just really stressed out and I know that isn’t an excuse to treat you the way that I did. I’m really sorry.”
He was still turned around the other way, nodding his head as a sign that he accepted my apology. “’Ight, I forgive you, but you owe me for doing me like that.”
“I’ll do anything! Just say the word.” I quickly rushed out, only to ponder that what I just said could be taken the wrong way. “Except sex. That’s out of the question. Anything but that.” He spun around at that statement, letting out a hearty laugh, his eyes squinting and his nose crinkling a bit. I hated to say it, but he looked absolutely adorable. He reminded me of a little kid at that moment. When he finally calmed down, he let out a small chuckle, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat. “I promise no sex. Just dinner and movie… and for you to be my new publicist.”
“Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. You mean like a DATE date? I asked, taken aback that he’d even mention that as an option. Not to put myself down or anything, but I considered myself to be pretty average compared to the women I’d assume were his type. He seemed to be out of my league. “And also, youwantme to be your publicist? Nigga, did you see how we were butting heads earlier? Plus I’m just an intern. There are other people who were in that room that are way more qualified and have more experience than me. You really think that’s a good idea?” I said with hand on my hip.
He gave me a blank stare, kissing his teeth again. “Nah I mean a conference.” He responded sarcastically to my first question. “And how are you gonna get experience if you don’t go out in the field first hand? If you do a good job, you might get hired for a full-time position. I think it’s a great idea.” I nodded my head slowly, taking in what he just said. He was making a lot of sense.
“Well when you put it that way… okay, what the hell, I’ll do it.” I obliged, glancing down at the shoes that were now on my feet, clasping my hands together behind my back as I rocked back and forth on the heels of my feet to the tips of my toes. “And as for the date, I mean, that’s cool. I would love that…” I trailed off, trying to remember the name Mr. Addington referred to him by during the meeting.
As if he read my mind, he chuckled once again. “You can just call me Donnie.” He smiled, shaking his head lightly in delight.
“Donnie” I repeated under my breathe a few times, making sure his name was ingrained in my brain. I looked up at him, his gaze was slightly intimidating. “Well, I’m- “
“Amondi. How could I forget such a unique name?” He had a habit of finishing my sentences, I could see. It seemed like he always had a way of knowing exactly was I was going to say, and he just met me. “Wait, Mr. Addington never referred to me by my first name. How did you know?” I gave him a side eye, curious as to how he found out that piece of information.
“This morning must really got you frazzled.” He spoke, amusement lacing his voice. “It’s labeled on the front of your briefcase.”
“Oh… well yeah, that’s correct. So, uh, do you wanna take my number or should I take yours? My mom always told me that if a guy gives you his number, then that means he has nothing to hide and is serious about wanting to get to know you, but if he takes yours instead, then that means he probably has a boatload of other women and would rather have your number, so you won’t have such easy access to him. He can call you whenever he wants but you can’t do the same.” I gave him a knowing look, analyzing his face to see if I could gauge his reaction.
“Well then, you got a pen?” He raised a brow at me, a smirk slowly forming across his face. I nodded my head, reaching in to my briefcase to retrieve my favorite red ink pen. I was expecting him to hold his hand out, so I could scribble my number onto his palm, but was shocked we he briskly grabbed the pen from my hand, holding it in his to write his own number on my palm. I smiled at him for what was probably the first time today as he quickly wrote each digit one by one onto my somewhat shaky palm that he held still with his own.
I knew for a fact my mom would cuss me out and would continue to do so until the cows come home if she knew I had agreed to a date with a guy I barely knew, but he just seemed different. He actually seemed like he wanted to get to know me for me, plus he was encouraging me to step out of my comfort zone by being his publicist. Most of the guys I’ve been with could care less about my career.
And after all, he found a way to make the impossible, possible, and not just once, but three times.
Let’s just hope I’m right.
If you guys don’t mind, please check out my first one-shot! I would appreciate you guys’ feedback ❤️
I posted this on Twitter, but I thought I’d post it here too. This took forever for me to make, but happy birthday to one person who never fails to put a smile on my face, even through the worst times. I pray all the good you do for others comes back to you tenfold. I love you so much, king
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