A/N: I’m posting this from my phone sorry for the formatting error and shit.
You sat on the porch of Eriks cabin tears flowing down your cheek, you were wrapped in his sweatshirt and a pair of nike shorts. Fuck was it cold and you regretted storming out on him without grabbing a sweatpants. And why did you have to be wearing HIS sweatshirt, his scent enveloped your senses which only made you cry more. This isn’t right you told yourself, this isn’t healthy this isn’t how relationships hare supposed to make you feel. The creak of the screen door snapped you out of your trance and you didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Erik. He walked out and sat down next to you, noticing your shivering body he pulled you closer to him wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You leaned your head against his chest and he let out a sigh.
“This isn’t good for us Erik.” You said between sniffles.
“I love you”
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“I love you”
“I don’t feel like it!”
“What do you mean you don’t feel like it?” Erik pulled you off his chest and forced you to look at him.
“I hate the way you make me feel Erik! This isn’t healthy I-I shouldn’t keep coming back to you after what you do to me. It hurts Erik! It hurts!”
“Y/N you’re just drunk you don’t know what you’re talking about” Erik rolled his eyes at your words not paying you any attention.
You stood up and looked at him.
“We need to break up erik. We need to end this now.. we need a break.”
SO LADS what if I. Did us a favor. Because yall know tumblr has banned porn and graphic content on the site WHICH lead to a lot of my black panther moodboards that we love getting blocked!!! from our beautiful view. If some of you or ANY of you would like to see them again I may be willing to recreate the wounded soldiers we lost and post them again. Because at this point they go to waste!! Never to be seen again. Reblog / reply to this if you wanna see some of our fav moodboards back on here for consumption with a little different pictures here and there ❤
Many of you may have seen the fuckery over on Twitter regarding a Black man and white woman, both New York Times film critics attacking the looks of Blue Ivy Carter because she has her father’s features. Wide nose, full lips, you know…that black shit.
Also, Ari Lennox and Teyana Taylor were compared to rottweilers, and Ari tearfully went online to ask why Black Women are hated so much by Black men and the non-Black women and Black Pick Me’s who co-sign it.
I was supposed to be writing my new updates, but I have to admit I had to take a day-long non-writing break just to feel all my feelings of hurt for Black women and girls. The reason why I write BP fanfiction is that I want to see Black women be loved up and to share in the joy which was the Black Panther movie that showed the world all the variety of beautiful Black people (in particular brown and darker-skinned Black people) from the diaspora. It’s also the reason why I will be moving into indie publishing and putting out my own contemporary erotic romances soon.
I just wanted to share an oldie but a goodie Bell Hooks book that I’ve read many times (especially during my university days of Black Studies and women’s studies).
We often talk about self-hate in the Black community when it has to navigate white supremacy globally and anti-blackness and misogynoir on the daily, but I wanted to share this book in case some of you wanted a good read. It came out many years ago, but many of the essays still address what is happening still, especially to Blue Ivy, Ari Lennox, and Teyana Taylor.
Poured myself some wine, and will be doing some writing later tonight. New “Wet Sugar” update will be up either later tomorrow, or Saturday. Just needed time to ponder the misogynoir out here in these Twitter streets and lick my wounds.
And because I never want to assume, here is a link that talks about misogynoir here.
Anyhoo, hope everyone survived New Years’. May Black Women prosper everywhere…
Author’s Note: Once again I’m posting an old story that got deleted when they deleted my old account. Hope you like this one. I will finally post the second part when I finish it.
Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader; Warning this contain so soft boy Erik. Don’t ask me why but I just thought about that final scene with him and T’Challa and he just seemed so soft and vulnerable and like he just wanted a big fucking hug and maybe an “i love you”.
Summary: You lived across the hall from Erik. You stood by his side since before his father died and you intend to stay by his side until the very end. You don’t know what exactly that will entail. (Part ½)
You remember the day that his father died. Your mother spoke to the police as they pulled the body out of the apartment building. You sat with him there, listening to the sound of police sirens and murmuring from the police.
“Fucking claw marks?”
“Probably a gangbanger or some shit, Bobby. You know usual project shit.”
“But fucking claw marks?”
“Maybe he was involved in some drugs? You know crackheads can be crazy.”
Erik gripped your hand then, so fucking tight that you were sure your hand was going to turn blue. He turned to you, tears gathering in those big brown eyes of his, the tracks of previous tears still not dry on his face. His eyes were burning hot. You gripped his hand back. You didn’t want him to get up and go start shit with the cops. That never ended well. His lip curled.
“He was no drug runner or nothin’. Y/N, you have to believe me,” he said. He was all fire on the inside, but his voice was still small and young and you were suddenly hit with the enormity of his situation. Young and lost in the world with no guide. He had no parents and you had your mother. Tears almost gathered in your eyes as you remembered Erik’s father. He was a good man and so nice. He would always tell you the best stories and he was so kind with the way he treated Erik. If you knew your father, you wished he was like Erik’s dad. But now he was dead. You nodded squeezing his hand twice.
Is this a concept? I’ve seen Vampire Erik annnd love it but Wolf Erik fics……
I think so!! I think a lot people’s reactions to this new update is a bit of shock cause depending on the type of gc people create and depending on how epersonal it is, is public even though it’s invite only and I’m not seeing options to make it private. Especially if the gc is gonna be personal. I think it would be a great idea! It can even bring out new writers who may be afraid to share their work. Cause ideas can be bounced off each other, if a writer is in a funk with where they’re at on a story, help is there, share resources, ask advice, etc. But I definitely get it! You wanna make sure writers would want to be apart of it.
Hey it’s all good! You came to the right place!!!😘! With some help of my friends on here/GC I found the meme! I am threw my damn self🙈🙈😭!!
My dad: Sees I have Angus Cloud as my lockscreen and Mac Miller as my Home Screen
My dad: Why do you have these white men on ya phone?? Technically in my house??? Put those little Black Panther dudes back on there, they’ll protect you.
You’re welcome💀😂😂🤣🤣!! Glad I could give you a great laugh!!
Prince N'Jobu Udaku is the second son in line for the throne of Wakanda. While his older brother T'Chaka is being groomed to take on the mantle of King and lead their nation as the Black Panther, N'Jobu is being groomed to become the Ambassador of Wakanda. While completing his Masters in Political Science in the United States, he meets the woman who becomes the mother of his secret son, Erik N'Jadaka Stevens-Udaku, and inspires his radicalization in helping Black people globally when he becomes a War Dog in Oakland. This eventually leads to tragic results for himself and the future of Wakanda when he has to hide his son Erik, and Erik’s mother in plain sight.
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A.N.: The title of the series is taken from the song “Brown Boy” by Ursula Rucker:
Hey Black Panther Fandom!
Care to explain this?
Why are we pairing real people with the characters they portray? I came across this relationship tag while cross-posting one of my other WIPs. Nearly jumped out of my skin.
This screams “fetishization”.
This is not discourse. Just a simple, what’s going on and why are we allowing this?
I know I’ve written some snippets in the past where characters cross paths with actors who portray them, and I’ve read many cool fanfics within the past year where similar concepts are explored.
But the snapshot you see above? Not the best way to go about doing it. IJS.💯
While it’s entirely okay to write RPF on AO3, it will always come down to how it’s done. I’m trying to scratch this off, but if Tumblr ain’t drunk and you see this, discuss.
Perhaps I’m just going off, but honestly…
Goooooood morning, Wakanda!
What everyone up to today? What’s a high and a low?
High: finally found a sports bra that will hold my boobs in place during dance rehearsal.
Low: it was $70
First of all! I wanna go to a Discobar!!!! Like damn. And secondly that shit is sweet as hell!!!
I’m shipping you with a T’Challa
He’s a sweetheart at heart even though he has some petty ass moments. He’d make sure you and him had a genuine good time so you wouldn’t have to dream of that first kiss but get it every morning/afternoon and night
Yesss they can be Black Panther! Where is this fandom at 🙈😂 I’ve been waiting on y’all!
Sisss we got the same problem!! When I was younger I had this guy I was in love with that literally only wanted to be around me to fuck. You’ll grow out of it!!! Self worth is something I had to learn! Now if you don’t want me you can suck a dick, I’m fine af… somebody else would be glad to have me 😂😂😂
I’m shipping you twice!!!! First with Erik!
A relationship with him would be toxic. I’m just saying he killed homegirl with an apology. This kind of man is destined to come in your life at some point. Fine af, messing up all your emotions!!! Coming back to you when your edges in line and you spiritually attuned and then making you addicted to dick and bad personality.
But then a few years later, after some healing and self growth… I’m shipping you with M’Baku
This Sexy ass man would be all about you first and he’d be sure you knew it. He’s a pamperer and he’d make you feel wanted and I’m certain you’d want him back.
I post my work and I either get overlooked, ignored or put in the “to be read” tags. Why do I even try tbh. I this is why I hate putting my heart and soul into shit. I’m useless as fuck. Anyways lemme get back to my trash life life and go tend to my hyperactive thyroid and my erratic heart rate.
Silent Treatment: Black Panther Headcannons
Author’s Note: thanks for the request anon!! Taglist open And if you want to be removed let me know and requests are open! Happy Reading. ❤️ Warnings: None.
- It started off with only you being silent but T’Challa has a streak of being petty, he doesn’t care if you talk to him or not in the beginning.
- The silent treatment would start with stare offs with you and him at breakfast. “King T’Challa, Queen Y/N breakfast is served.” The servant would place the food down in front of the both of you and instead of asking to pass something it would lead to you two walking to get what you want
- T’Challa’s face would give away exactly what he meant. “Could you prepare a separate sleeping quarter for the King tonight? He didn’t sleep well.” You’d smile softly as she returns. Tchalla’s face:
- T’Challa will subtly start to make things up with you but he knows you won’t break easily. He’s still not breaking the silent treatment first.
- He’d place flowers on your bed. Walk with you even though you aren’t talking to him, touch your hand by grazing your finger tips down the palm of your hand
- At night once he’s heading to the separate bed you had set up for him he’d break though. “Why must we sleep alone? Hmm? Is not hearing your voice utter my name a single time for the day not enough of a punishment for whatever it is you believe I have done wrong?”
- “You don’t know even know why I’m mad?” “You haven’t made it that easy? To figure out?” Her shrug. “But I surrender, I am coming to bed.”
- You don’t fight him only wait for him to join you in the bed so you can have a good night sleep yourself.
- M’Baku is oblivious to the fact that you’re giving him the silent treatment at first because he is so used to talking.
- The day would start normal with planning the week and then he’d catch on. “Why are you so quiet?” He’d ask with a raised eye. No response. “This surely isn’t about last nights argument.” He’d laugh confused. “I thought it was over.”
- The devilishly squint in your eyes followed by a self dismissal would leave him dumbfounded turning to his guards. “What is her problem?”
- Tries to make up with you. Blocks doorway playfully only to see your are not with it. “Y/N, I demand you talk to me.”
- He sees your annoyed and gives you space, cooks for you though, plans to cater to you anyway.
- Finally remembers what the arguement was and approaches you, apologizes and let’s you know there is nothing more important in this world than the relationship you two have
- You’ll break not after the first kiss, but when he starts to sweep you off your feet and pins you against the nearest wall, his weight being one of the sexiest things about him, (and the thing he loves most about you)
- You accept his apology and the food. Only for him to make the night more than you could have ever imagined.
- Totally unbothered that you are giving him the silent treatment.
- Cooks breakfast for just himself. Notices you strolling into the kitchen and smiles at his full plate. “You hungry?” You don’t answer looking at the cleaned pots and pan in the sink. “It’s Lucky Charms in the top right cabinet, I would get it for you, but we ain’t speaking.”
- You ignore him pushing out the way and open the fridge. It’s no bacon, eggs or damn milk left. He’s just smiling.
- Two can plan that game though. You purposely head to the bedroom stripping down with the door open and see him peeping around the corner and slam the in his face
- Does not try to help the situation in anyway at first, but when you two are out and you get the attention of others he is mad as hell. “So… you gonna talk to that Daniel Caesar looking dude and I can’t even get a good morning?” You smirk. “You hear somebody Nakia?”
- Erik would break but it wouldn’t be a direct apology. “Sooo… we really ain’t talking? You mad, mad?” Shifts around sucking his teeth. “ you’d notice him shake his aight. “That’s cool.”
- He’d last half the night but it wouldn’t be silent. After midnight he’d come in the living room. “Aight, I’m sorry. We cool now?” When you still said nothing the small kisses of adoration would start. “You hear me? Or are your ears off too?”
- You’d finally break after about two minutes of foreplay and a genuine apology.
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I love us forreal.
If you see me talking about somebody, it’s jokes. I swear. Y’all know I love Chad and won’t stop because of who he’s dating or what he’s wearing. I think we’re amazing. I think we’re creative. I think we are a strong unit and have room for growth.
Be blessed this week. Rest Easy Nipsey Hussle.