I never knew how much I missed your musings until you became too busy to do them 😔
Hey Sweetness 😀
I know, it's been crazy... Real life is not only busy, but it keeps shifting in various directions. I have to figure out how to keep my head above the water.
Once school is finally finished, I'll come back around to these musings again.
Erik: You better.
M'Baku: You've been naughty.
Wait... What?
T'Challa: Numerous reports say you've been naughty, crazy and sassy outside of Tumblr.
But-
M'Baku: No buts!
T'Challa: Our advanced surveillance allows us to see what our fans are up to. You were not on your best behaviour this past month.
But-
Erik: NO BUTS!
😥
Okoye: Ignore them.
Nakia: Focus on finishing school, and real life plans underway.
Shuri: Black Women Queen Up!
😁
Erik: Ah, look, now she's smiling. This is ridiculous! I'm especially mad she's dating a colonizer.
Okoye: 😡 (@ Erik) Watch your mouth!
Shuri: We've already determined said colonizer is not a troublemaker.
Nakia: My thoughts exactly.
Okoye: The least you can do is have some decency, N'Jadaka.
Erik: (huffs)
T'Challa: Don't forget more coconut water. Another heatwave in tomorrow's forecast.
M'Baku: Free smoothies for all the ladies! Special deals with Dragon Fruit and Watermelon flavours.
**everyone rushes to the kiosk**
Well, like they said, school first. Then there's a few important things to attend to. I will work something out.❤️🤗
This was legit a hard decision because all the prompts are so good. If you haven't gotten 35 or 63 yet, can I get one of them (your choice) for T'challa or Erik (your choice)
A/N: Super sorry for the delay, love! I tried to make this a bit longer, and again, I’m not the best with writing Erik, but I tried! :) Hope you like it!
@maddiestundentwritergaines
It was a coincidental meeting, really. Never meant to occur.
You were Erik’s friend, best buds since that day on the playground where he called you a punk and you responded with a punch in the face that landed you both in detention.
Somehow, that forced interaction allowed for you two to become better acquainted with one another, a truce that would develop into a lasting bond.
A bond that was damn near indestructible. Even while you disagreed with the dark decisions and acts he made throughout the years, you stuck by his side because loyalty was everything to you. He’d never once turned his back on you, so you’d never do that to him.
Even when he told you of his elaborate plan one night to claim the throne of Wakanda, his home, "no matter what," you listened. You didn’t voice your concerns because you knew that underneath the hard exterior of a man screwed over by the universe was a sad little boy searching for his place in that same universe.
In all of the years you knew him, Erik never went without telling you goodnight. Even before there were phones, he’d climb his way through the balconies up to the fifth floor where you stayed with your dad and little sister. A brief conversation always followed up with a "night, Y/N."
Of course, over time and space, the method changed. Texts, emails, even letters when he was stationed overseas. You stayed in constant contact.
So when you went three days without hearing from him, you started to assume the worst. He was going to Wakanda, a place you had practically no way to get into contact with. He wasn’t responding to your texts or phone calls, the phone eventually going straight to voicemail which let you know it’d gone dead.
Needless to say, you were a wreck. On the fourth day, you woke up early and started calling everyone you knew that also knew Erik. When those few leads dried out, you readied to call the Red Cross when an incoming call came in.
Wakanda, Africa
You couldn’t answer fast enough.
"Erik?"
There was a pause that felt like it lasted for a good ten minutes before you heard his heavy sigh. "Y/N."
The conversation only lasted ten minutes, during which time you listened to him explain what had happened before he alerted you that a private jet was waiting for you.
He wanted you to come see him.
You’d never been more eager to pack, leave, and hop on the jet.
The flight was long, and it didn’t help that your nerves were bad, but the moment you stepped foot into the African nation and laid eyes on Erik, you dropped your bags and darted in his direction.
He’d never held you so tight.
Erik begrudgingly introduced you to his cousins, King T’Challa and Princess Shuri. You could tell by the scowl on his face that he was still immensely bitter over how things turned out, but you couldn’t help but be slightly thankful to both of them. They’d saved his life. They kept your best friend alive, and for that, you couldn’t be more grateful.
The first few days reminded you so much of your upbringing. Just the two of you, talking, joking, reminiscing, but on the sixth day, the good times came to an abrupt halt.
“Y/N.” He spoke, his head in your lap as you touched up his hair.
“Yeah,” you spoke absentmindedly, oiling his scalp.
“I can get you a flight back whenever you ready.”
You chuckled, flicking his neck. “Don’t you mean us.”
He hesitated. “Naw.”
You froze, immediately frowning. “What?”
He released a heavy sigh, sitting up and turning his body away from you. “I-I’m staying here, Y/N.”
You weren’t one to cry easily, but that one sentence had your eyes watering. “What? W- For how long?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“That’s not good enough, Erik.”
“What you want from me, Y/N?” He snapped, finally turning to look at you, turmoil in his eyes. “You of all people know long I been waiting to get here. Shit ain’t how I thought it would be but….” He shook his head. “You know Imma come visit you.”
“You’re staying here,” you whispered, realizing that this wasn’t going to be a temporary stay. It was permanent. “For good.”
He was silent.
Your thoughts were all over the place. You were used to Erik being away for periods of time, but that was always with the knowledge that he’d come back.
He’d return to you.
This time though….this time, he wouldn’t return.
“Damnit,” he cursed, moving over to wipe at your tears. “I ain’t mean to make you cry, baby girl.”
“You should have seen me last week,” you mumbled sadly before swallowing deeply and nodding slowly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“You’re right, I do know how much this means to you, and-and I’m happy for you. If you want to stay, you have all the rights in the world.” You licked your lips. “But I’m staying with you.”
His eyes flashed with surprise before he shook his head. “Naw.”
“Yes,” you affirmed. “Yes, I am.”
Erik’s eyes widened. “No, you not, Y/N.” You sighed as he started to list all the reasons why you couldn’t remain in Wakanda with him. “You got a life back in Cali, baby girl. A job, a career, friends.”
“All of which I can have here with you, Erik,” you spoke gently, moving your hands to grasp his cheeks. “You know I always planned to leave Cali one day.”
“But not like this.”
You smiled wryly. “I think expectations vs reality seems to be a thing for both of us, E.”
He clenched his jaw. “I won’t let you do this, Y/N. You can’t just up and leave your home-“
“Erik,” you interrupted, smiling warmly through misted eyes. “I am home.” You watched him swallow deeply as you pressed your forehead against his. “It’s been you and me since we were kids, and that’s not gonna change. I wanna be with you. Always have. Always will.”
His soft brown eyes were a plethora of emotions: frustration, happiness, anger, confusion, love.
“You sure about this?” He wanted to make sure you knew just what you were doing. You chuckled as he swung your leg over his lap so that you were straddling his lap. “Because I-“
“It’s you and me, Mr. Stevens,” You said quietly, gradually lowering your lips toward his. “Till the end of time."
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I'm borrowing them for fun.
~°~°~
"Gimme nekkass!"
"No! How many times do I have to tell you not to say that?"
"My nekkass!"
Nakia shook her head. "T'Challa, he's referring to the golden jaguar necklace."
"Oh?"
"Oh is right. Now I have things to take care of." She retrieved her things and left the office. Sigh. Babysitting his rambunctious cousin presented a myriad of challenges, from getting bit and scratched during diaper changes to missing his important documents today.
One hour prior to the arrival of Royals and The Avengers. They've had important matters to discuss.
Little Erik did not make things easy.
-.-Can't you see I'm bored, Cuz? And I was serious about that necklace. I wasn't trying to use the slang you thought of.-.-
"Alright, alright. But I'm not letting you have that necklace at all. It's too big for you."
Baby Erik crossed his arms and pouted in response when his adult voice echoed in T'Challa's ear.
-.-No it ain't. I want it. I need it. If I don't have it, I'm telling Auntie about how you pined for Kelendria behind Nakia's back. And Nakia has every right to kick your--.-
"Okay, okay! And lying is bad for you."
T'Challa begrudgingly retrieved the necklace from his desk and swung it next to Erik, whose eyes glittered in delight while his short arms and hands reached. The King of Wakanda couldn't help but notice how cute he looked in that state. The little boy wanted to play with a toy that-
Wait a minute. This is not a toy. Definitely not a safe toy.
"I can't let you have this necklace until you're grown again."
The toddler frowned.
"Shuri is working on the antidote. In the meantime, I'll keep this in a safe place where no one can take it."
"But I wan' ii," he whined.
"Only when you're grown. Right now I have a meeting to prepare for."
"No! Paytime!"
T'Challa's eyes widened upon hearing that. He hasn't had the chance to play with Erik, yet the dramatic ticks of the clock had indicated fifteen minutes left prior to their arrival.
"Okay then. I'll get the bouncy ball."
"Noooooooo," Erik whined.
"Which one do you prefer?"
"Bakeba!"
Erik's little finger pointed to the lonesome basketball. Before he could protest any further, T'Challa placed Erik on his shoulders.
"Okay, you're ready?"
"Yah!"
The king's feet shuffled about as he pretended to be an epic player on the court. Erik giggled when his hands held the ball. T'Challa played the voice of the sports announcer.
"And, Stevens-Udaku rushes past every opponent, every blockade, every trap. He's about to reach the end of the line with a promising score the world will never forget! Ladies and Gentlemen, hold your seats. He shoots..."
T'Challa leaped high in the air as Erik shot the ball into the makeshift net Shuri had built.
"He scores! Everybody stand up and celebrate!"
As his feet landed on the floor, a bouncy Erik giggled with delight. T'Challa couldn't resist the sound and energy that exudes a cheerful heart. Coming from someone whose cheerful attitude had been short-lived; this moment brought tears of joy to his eyes.
"Encore?"
"YAY!"
"Alright! Another seven minutes." Just then, T'Challa had an idea. "Erik, you wouldn't mind if we pretended W'Kabi was the basketball net. Right?"
"Kay."
Just as he handed the ball to Erik, the office door opened.
"Kumkani, people are waiting at the- YEEEOUCH!"
Talk about a hard hit. Erik did a fist pump with a triumphant expression on his little face.
"Representing Wakanda, ladies and gentlemen. Prince Stevens-Udaku comes out triumphant with a three pointer! Right on target!"
Both cousins laughed; oblivious to the damage in W'Kabi's face. Nothing major, except for a broken nose and two chipped teeth in his mouth. The others were so caught up on cloud nine. Calling the medics; last thing on their minds.
-.-Hate to break it, but I don't feel sorry for the guy...-.-
"Neither do I, Cuz. Neither do I."
T'Challa paged the medics from his kimoyo beads, then placed Erik on his desk.
"Tomorrow, we're buying newer toys. As long as you're on your best behaviour."
Erik hugged his cousin's torso, and T'Challa tapped his head.
~°~°~
I went in! All the way in! Hope this turned out fine! - AngelT
Sis, this is most likely my Everett Ross hyperfixation talking, but in We Built This City, the OC he's paired with, does she have brown skin? No offense, but I have to ask, I'm just desperate for him to be paired with a brown skinned woman so badly. Of course, you don't have to
Hey Sis!
To be fair, I haven't thought about his wife's features, yet. Ross is seen wearing a wedding band during the movie. Since this story is set to take place right after the movie's end, it would be nice to meet her.
Just found a face claim:
They're both in the same age group, so I've figured, 'Why not?' and of course, Ross plans to attend Shuri's Birthday Celebration in Wakanda within the first few chapters. He's bringing his wife along as a guest. Meet his wife, Mrs. Elvina Ross.
First of all, I applaud you (even though you don't need it) for putting yourself first and doing what's best for you. I will be here continuously cheering you on. Secondly, I caught that Mandalorian comment sis. Don't let me find out 😏
Thank you, hun. It’s definitely a weird feeling because that’s not nor has it ever been me. Still working on feeling guilty for it, tbh.
I'm not gonna lie, your mutant!reader in Family Counseling is really motivating me to step up my game with my mutant OC.
This is so sweet! Sometimes, I look back like “this shit mad corny” what with all the fighting and battle scenes, but there are literally sooooo many avenues to explore when writing a mutant character! It’s hella fun, and girl, I’m sure yours is fine just the way they are! :D :P
Be honest with me. How are you able to write angst and not get emotional? I'm over here about to have a whole breakdown behind the chapter I'm writing.
Truthfully? I get emotional. A lot. A lot of the things I write come from a personal space either through firsthand or secondhand experience. The difficulty that accompanies writing heavy topics and strong angst is emotional regulation. I have my degree in psychology which is basically all about different ways to handle my emotions.
I walk myself through different scenarios and scenes with always keeping the fact at the forefront of my mind that it's all fictional. The characters aren't real, but my emotions are and whatever I write can either further sadden or empower me to know that I can write something that may not have a happy ending but displays real life, I can write it in a way that conveys hope. I can write the character portraying an inner strength that I may not have had but hope to inspire people who read it.
It's really all about maintaining a positive outlook.
With all the series you have, I know your crossover fic is gonna be fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Ma’am, I was just thinking about that, finna have about eight Thor’s. lmaoooo No, actually, I’ve already plotted and arranged all that. It’s definitely going to be an interesting read. That’s for sure. 😅😅😅😅
