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Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 3
[Black Panther x Insecure Mashup]
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Part 1 Part 2
A/N: I think I got one more chapter in me to close this little series out! So enjoy this and the finale coming soon!
Issa and T’Challa met at the community center to begin their work with the neighborhood. Today, with Issa’s help, they would start the recruitment process for their after-school program. They unloaded boxes with brochures and fliers and applications onto their tables.
“You think you got enough to go around?” Issa asked jokingly at the pile of papers in front of them.
T’Challa looked around slightly panicked, “Oh, do you think we may need more? I could call up Nakia to go by the office-”
Issa waved her hands, “No, no! I was kidding. We probably have too many honestly. People don’t usually show up to these things until school actually starts, you know, typical students.”
T’Challa clicks his tongue, “Well, if we get one, it would be an accomplishment.”
They take their seats at the table to wait for their future members. The outside of the building was lined with signs and balloons announcing their grand opening, but as time passes, Issa began to wonder if she this was a waste of time.
She pulls out her phone to look through her socials but sees a notification for a new text from Molly. She is supposed to be seeing Erik tonight.
M: What do smart thug niggas look for in their girl? Should I be professional lookin or a little thotty?
I: Uhh, I don’t think he would turn away thotty at all. How much do you want from him?
M: You think I’m getting money from this nigga?
I: No! Like are you wanting to DTR or DTF?
M: Girrrrl, ain’t nobody tryna get in their feelings over here. I could smell his intentions a mile away, it’s just a matter hosing down my garden.
Issa snorts, causing T’Challa to look at her confused. “It’s just my friend…” Issa says trailing off. I: So our pussies require lawn work now?
M: Shieet, I already got my trim, bedazzled the shit, now all it needs is moisture!
I: Ok, I’m gonna throw up. Peace.
“Is your friend the one from the bar?” T”Challa asked.
“Oh, yeah, you seen her. Molly. Your cousin is supposed to be taking her out or something.”
T’Challa makes a noise. “What?” Issa asks.
“Ahh, it’s nothing. Just...Erik is pretty known to be a ladies man, practically prides himself on it.”
Issa shrugs, “Oh she could tell that! She has her list of guys too. I mean, you know, she ain’t a hoe or nothing but, she’s a lawyer so she won’t be worked around I’m sure.”
T’Challa nods, “Good, sounds like they’ll have a good time. Thank you again for welcoming us into your program. I am glad that we can guarantee your roster of students as an option to take advantage of our amenities.”
“No problem, T’Challa! It’ll be good for them to get a change of environment from what they are used to.”
A mother and two girls walk into the center.
Issa greets them happily. “Hi! Thanks for coming! What brings you here to see us?”
The mother plops down in a chair in front of them, looking exhausted. “Yeah, what’s your hours for the after school stuff?”
T’Challa hands a brochure to her, “From 4-7pm. Are these your daughters?”
The mother takes the brochure to fan with, “One is mine, the other is my niece.”
They both talk to each other in low voices and cackle.
T’Challa asks, “How old are you all?”
“I’m this many.” one with afro puffs holds her hand out, fingers balled together.
T’Challa looks at her hand intently, “I don’t understand…”
Issa sees it and instantly rolls her eyes, “Come on, y’all.”
“GOTTI!” the girls exclaim, high fiving each other.
Issa turns a smile back on, turning to them, “What grades are you all in?”
Afro puffs crosses her arms, “I’m in 7th.”
One with a struggle ponytail says, “I’m going into eighth.”
T’Challa asks, “What are your favorite subjects?”
Afro puffs looks T’Challa up and down, “Sex ed.”
T’Challa looks at her horrified. “Uh…”
The mother/aunt pops her. “Girl, shut yo ass up! Quit being rude! Sorry, she got her mama’s fast ways.”
“Oh, so she is your niece?” Issa asks.
She looks at Issa like she is crazy, “No, that’s my daughter.”
Issa shakes her head shooketh as T’Challa cuts in, “Well, we don’t offer that right now…”
“...or ever.” Issa adds.
T’Challa clear his throat, “Right, but we specialize in the sciences, math, history…”
Struggle pony asks, “What kind of history do you teach? I don’t know nothin bout Africa.”
T’Challa chuckles, “No, we would stick with American, but we do have African american studies tutor if you need that.”
Afro puffs simulates a hair flip. “I’m plenty Black, Prince Joffer. But history might not be on your side.”
Issa whispers, “What do you know about ‘Coming to America’?”
“You’re talking too much, little girl.” The mother/aunt cuts in on afro puffs.
T’Challa questions, “What do you mean, little miss?”
“You shoulda came here when Obama was President man, getcho citizenship.”
Struggle pony adds, “Mhm, this is Trump’s America now. No matter your papers, you gettin kicked out.”
“AND you Black? Pssh, if the police don’t get you first, you’d be lucky.”
Issa butts in once more, “Well you girls really know your stuff on current events, so you probably won’t need anything but proofreading your reports.”
“You sayin my babies can’t read?” the mother/aunt asks offended.
Issa stammers with anxiety. This was not a smooth start. “No, not at all, but everyone could use some editing help for grammar and punctuation on papers-”
“Uh huh, come on. I don’t know what someone who’s first language isn’t english can teach my kids.”
“English was my sixth language, to be specific.” T’Challa adds for shade.
“Well, whatever the hell! I don’t get why some African had to come in to help a community he ain’t knowin shit about!” She turns on her hills walking out.
“Bye Mr. Joffer!” Struggle pony exclaims flirtily.
“Niggatrynafucksayswhat?” Afro puffs says while backing away.
T’Challa looks at her leaning his ear, “I’m sorry, wha-”
Issa slaps her hand over T’Challa’s mouth, “Have a good day girls!”
Taking your hand away, T’Challa wipes his mouth, “What was that for?”
Issa sighs. The best and brightest really came to show out for you all “Listen, these kids will play some weird ass tricks on you, because of fun. Torture is their pastime, right? So you have got to stay more alert and less trusting with their ways, T’Challa.”
He nods, “I have a jokester for a sister so I understand young people and their games. But I couldn’t grasp what they were even talking about.”
“Welcome to being an elder millennial! These gen Z kids are going to burn the world to the ground, I swear.”
You and T’Challa had sat there for a couple more hours and saw a handful of less colorful folk. It was finally time to break things down.
T’Challa helped Issa with the table. “So, what got you into this kind of work?”
“Well, although I don’t make much, I needed the paycheck after college and it was open and hiring at the time.”
T’Challa nods, “Nothing wrong with that for a start.”
“But I also wanted to help people too. I think I found that out as I got into it. These kids are crazy a lot of the time. Disrespectful, ignorant, smelly-”
“But?” T’Challa asks with a smile to move you along.
“Right! BUT, they are basically all me. No one cared about kids from my side of town. We didn’t get great field trips or outstanding class options. I remember every time we had a debate team or math league enter a tournament, we could never get further than the first round because culture shock! Their schools were bigger with vending machine that had school supplies and full sandwiches, we didn’t know how to act! So, I just hope that our program can expose them to the best, so they can work to build that and maintain it for themselves.”
T’Challa looked at Issa in awe, “That is a beautiful sentiment, Issa. Very well put. I knew we had a good thing going when I met you.”
Issa smiled, “Yeah? Me?”
T’Challa nodded, “Of course! You have been nothing but professional, and getting to know you more in your element leaves me quite starstruck.”
Issa felt light with his compliments, so genuine. “That is possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, especially on the job.”
T’Challa laughs, “You deserve it and more. Are you through for the day after this?”
Issa thought to herself, “Uh, yeah, I think so. Probably just goin to do some chores or whatever.” Issa know she didn’t wanna clean.
“Maybe we should catch a movie or something? Blow off some steam for a job well done.”
Issa said excitedly, “That sounds great!” Issa hoped this was a step closer to getting with him. He was so fine and nice, no way she would fuck this up.
--
Molly sat in a booth at the Waffle House with Erik, kekeing the night away. Erik told her all kinds of stuff about his college years and time in the military. She learned he was even an amateur pilot in his spare time.
“I need to take you around sometime.” Erik said after snapping into a sausage link.
Molly screwed her face up, uh uh. Those are the planes you always here engulfing in flames and crashing, an engine breaking down and crashing, the pilot was high and crashed it-”
Erik laughs, “Well you ain’t gotta worry about alladat, ma. I’m good, just gotta put a little trust in me….like I’m tryna put a little trust in you…”
“Tsk, is your dick named Trust?” Molly inquired.
Erik paused, “Nah, but my tongue never lies.” He says with a wink.
“Ok, nigga! You swear!” Molly joshed him but loved every minute of it. Even though they were in a regular degular spot, she loved it. It felt like college again and you got the finest Alpha in line to ask you out.
The bell at the front door rings as it opens. You hear a loud familiar cackle.
“Kellie? What the hell you doin here, girl?” Molly asks surprised.
Kellie walks in under the arm of M’Baku with a slight limp. “Ooh, hey girl. Can we pop a squat with you all a sec?”
Molly nods as Erik greets them. “Wassup, Bak? You and ol’ girl still hanging?”
M’Baku beams as he holds Kellie’s hand. “Yes, very much so.”
Molly leans over Kellie, “Whatchu got a limp for, girl? You fall or sumthin?”
Kellie nods sticking out her lip pitifully, “Mhm, you ever try to come off the dick too fast, before you figure out your hip flexors ain’t quite relaxed yet? Yeah, I pulled somethin girl, talk about cow tippin!!” Kellie cackled, tongue all out. M’Baku was very entertained by his woman’s antics, elbowing an annoyed Erik.
”Moooo, bitch, get out my hay! Get out my hay bitch, get out my hay!”
Molly chuckled at her friend as the waiter came by for their orders.
“So Erik, what are your intentions for my friend here? I see you have expensive taste, I don’t want her to feel too spoiled now.” Kellie says smiling into her water cup.
Erik shakes his head, “Nah, I do this as a test. You don’t rock with the House, you don’t rock with me.”
“Hell, do the House rock for us? Wasn’t we supposed to be boycottin them or somethin?” Kellie asked.
“Yeah, but I mean, the cheap prices are kinda like reparations, so we’ll let it rock for now.” Erik adds.
Kellie and M’Baku’s food arrive. M’Baku takes a sausage and holds it up. Kellie freezes in place.
“Are you hungry?” M’Baku asks in a deep tone.
“No...but I could eat.” Kellie asks seductively.
“You know the rule: closed mouths don’t get fed.” M’Baku licks his lips sinisterly.
Kellie scoffs, “Since when am I keeping my mouth closed. Gimme that damn meat, Baku!”
M’Baku clicks his tongue, “Is that how we ask?”
Kellie tucks her chin into her chest, “No...I’m bein bad.”
“And I know you are a good girl, aren’t you?”
Kellie nods.
Molly and Erik are looking at them with horrified expressions. “Kellie, what the hell-”
“Open up for me.” M’Baku demands, Kellie obliges. “Wider.” Kellie follows. “You know this meat is plentiful, make room for it.” Kellie stretches her mouth to its widest.
“Nigga! Give her the damn food before I fuckin lose what I paid for all over this damn table! Nasty asses.” Erik exclaims.
M’Baku finally feeds Kellie who chews on it happily as they giggle in each other’s faces. M’Baku inhales sharply all of a sudden, “Yes, you are a good girl, always a people pleaser.”
“What can I say? My man wants what he wants!”
M’Baku bites his lip gripping the table as he growls under his breath looking at Kellie as she licks her lips. Erik shakes his head, giving Molly the signal as he lays cash out on the table.
“Ok y’all, we gotta go. Let us through.”
“Oh, hell naw, Molly.” M’Baku grunts.
“Come on, Bak! We gotta go!” Erik says pushing him.
“Don’t touch me right now, I’m close.”
“Dafuq you mean??” Erik’s voice raises an octave.
Kellie taps Molly to say, “Girl, climb the booth. This ain’t goin nowhere.”
Molly rolls her eyes as she gets up to straddle the back of the booth. Erik follows behind.
Molly looks back to say goodbye and finds the culprit of their problem: Kellie was footing M’Baku’s crotch under the table.
“Woooow, my boy a real freak huh?” Erik laughs out loud as they walk out.
“That’s your boy alright.” Molly says shaking the image from her head.
Erik beeps his car to unlock, “Let’s get you home, ma. I know you busy and shit.”
Molly sucks her teeth as she gets in, “I ain’t that busy. It’s a weekend after all.”
Erik starts the car up, “Lawyers get days off? You sure you ain’t slackin?”
“Boy! Ain’t nuthin slack about me! Whatchu talkin bout! I’m tight son!” Molly says with a B-boy pose.
Erik shakes his head laughing, “You brazy girl.”
Pulling up to Molly’s spot, Erik turns off the engine. “Why you turning the car off?”
Erik has his car keys in hand, getting out, “I gotta walk you to your door.”
Molly looks after him suspiciously before getting out.
As they walk to her door, Molly says, “Ok, this is me right here.”
Erik puts his hands in his pockets biting his lip, “Ok, no doubt.”
Molly stands there looking around nervously. “Isn’t this it? You go back to your car.”
“Pssh, come on, I know you been eyein my mouth since you met me, so I’m just giving you the option.” Erik says all cocky.
“Nigga, what have you done for me to warrant a kiss?” Molly asks defiantly.
“We just got back from Waffle! Plus I got you the fresh squeezed orange juice!”
“Please, buying me a drink ain’t appeasing, believe me! And they lied to you, shit was Sunny D.”
Erik cursed under his breath, “Ok, well, what about, I had a damn good time with you and it would be dope of you felt the same way.”
Molly thought on it. She did have a real good time today with him and the night was still young.
She sighed heavily getting her keys out, “You can come in, but for a quick minute! Just to wind down, but you out after that!”
Erik smiled big, golds glimmering, “That’s all I need, ma.”
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