A M N É S I E

Day 9: Sanaa Lathan, Blade, 1998

This is gonna be another one of those trigger stories. Erik won’t be the (secret) sweetheart that we all love so much. In this, he’s gonna be abusive, manipulative and controlling.

Relationship: Abusive Ex-Boyfriend Erik x Reader

Warnings: Abuse, Cheating, Smut (consensual)

P.S. The flashbacks are not in order.

It’s the last night in Alaska for the AECOM crew minus messy-boots-Calvin, Eric with the “C”, and the Three Amigos—Connie, Demetria, and Nicole. Y/N anticipated this night because she’d always wanted to see the Northern Lights up close and in person. There are a few industrial tents set up with equipment and weather technology such as AWIPS. The event is being photographed with DSLR cameras with her thermal filled with spiked hot cocoa, Y/N stood next to her man, Erik Stevens, staring up at the night sky with twinkling eyes. It was a beautiful sight to see. Erik’s gloved hand grasps hers before pulling her closer. Chilled are billowed from his mouth as he spoke to her, explaining what the Northern Lights are and how historical of an event this is. They traveled all the way to the city of Fairbanks to see it.

“…It’s actually collisions between electrically charged particles from the sun that enter the earth's atmosphere. Cool, right?” Erik said.

“More than cool. It’s breathtaking. Hey…you know what we should do?”

“What’s that?”

Erik took his onyx eyes off the sky. When Y/N met his gaze, she could see the auroral color, a pale yellowish-green, reflecting in his eyes along with the stars.

“We should travel. Have our own RV, and visit the best national parks in the US. Photograph every stop.”

“That’s actually something I’ve always planned to do when I got the time. And it’s funny that you mention our own RV. I actually have one.”

“What?!” Y/N spoke excitedly.

“Yep. It’s not back at my place since I don’t have anywhere to keep it. When we head back to LA, I can show you.”

“Please! That’s a dream of mine! I love RVs!”

“And I love you,” Erik held Y/N by the chin, “I love you, baby.”

Gorillaz – Clint Eastwood

Part II

A/N: Yes, it’s like two weeks late, don’t yell at me. And yes, I went there! I sure diddddddd. Stay tuned, babies!!!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

A/N: Whew, I’m so glad that I was able to get this out. This damn quarantine is giving me the brain farts and I really don’t appreciate that shit LOL. But I put something together for yall, and I hope yall fuck with it. I’m a huge fan of Sons of Anarchy and also researching Black MCs was really cool for me as well. I want to make known that I am not condoning toxic ass relationships or glorifying them in any way. They, meaning 1% bikers, live a totally different lifestyle than us regular folk do, and toxic ass shit happens. So with that said, please comment or reblog with your thoughts and let me know if there’s something that you want to see written. I’m always open for submissions, requests, etc. Okay enough rambling, lets get it shawty! Oh and Black lives matter. Always.

Pairing: Biker!Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

Summer days in Oakland always warrant gatherings at the clubhouse, especially after strides had been made to put the MC in a better position. The East Bay Dragons had a long and revered history in Northern California, and their current leadership commanded nothing but the utmost respect from the local MCs as well as their rivals. Gordon Kane, the current VP, had been working in conjunction with the Oakland charter of the Chosen Few MC to secure protection for some East Oakland hoods. Plenty members of the MC were from these areas and still had family living there, and their safety was paramount. There had been several run-ins with a Latino MC that prompted Erik Stevens, the current President of the East Bay Dragons, to have church and craft the newfound partnership.

~spoilers~

this scene is golden

No, no, no, no, “I.” If I hadn’t found the money.