Killmonger's One-Shot Collection

Home Late

11:58 PM. A call comes through your phone. He answers it. "She's not back yet. I'll let you know."

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It's been a hot and muggy night made hotter by the liquor and the dancing. You were already tipsy at the start of the weekend, but eight margaritas later, you're stumbling through the front door and fondling the wall for the light.

Dropping your keys, your purse, your shoes, and your wig all at once to beeline to the kitchen for the Honey Nut Cheerios. You shovel handfuls into your mouth and leave the box on the counter so you can unzip the side of your gold dress. The tag is still on it but tucked in. You leave it hanging as you dance your way to turn off the living room TV.

"HeGh," you jump, knees buckling until your brain recognizes the silhouette on the sofa. "Shit. WARN SOMEBODY. Why are you sitting in the dark?"

"At least now I know you haven't been kidnapped or murdered... Just irresponsible." Bakari sighs.

Listen up, grandpa. You almost roll your eyes. What's wrong with a little fun from time to time.

"Don't be mad, babe. I was just out having some fun."

"Where you been?"

"I told you. I was going out with some friends."

"Which friends?"

Aww, him mad. You turn on the lights so you can view him normally. He looks like a serial killer sitting in the darkness.

"You don't know them. I met them through Laura... You hate Laura, I know." You beat him to it.

"What's my rule for you?"

"Babe. I would've contacted you, but my phone died. I put it on the charger yyeeesterdayy?"

It's in his hand now. Your eyes widen.

"I thought I had it on me and wondered why it'd been quiet!"

You completely forgot it somehow, and you haven't been back home until now. You bite your nail.

"You've been MIA for 2 days."

"I- It didn't feel like 2 days," you shrug, confused and too drunk to really think.

"You didn't notice that night came twice?" His face doesn't change, but you can feel that he's a mad little puppy right now.

"I did!" You sigh, pacing. You scratch at your cornrows. "I just - I was drunk! I wasn't - "

"What were you doing for two days that made you forget?"

"I was out doing random shit, drinking, and I didn't think," you shrug. "We were bar hopping, then Nyasha said she knew this club we could slide through, but it got craaaazy, so I left with Kenya and Molly. We went to Burger King and then ended up at the beach. I lost track of time... You really mad at me?"

You pout. It works sometimes.

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As his monogamous partner and submissive of five years, you know the rules. If you go out for an extended period, do your due diligence and communicate. Why does he need to keep reminding you?

"This is the third time."

There shouldn't have been a second time, but being told twice is unacceptable. A punishment is in order, but first, you need to understand exactly why.

"Don't be insekerr babe," you smile.

You bend to his eye level, falling over. Drunk and sloppy. It's not attractive and you're better than this. This behavior in public is embarrassing, but at home, it's... That's a discussion to have when you're sober.