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Nah Amb they gotta see us

T'Challa and nakia have a secret baby. that's why she was gone for so long and so obsessed with making him and bashira pay

“I’m so proud to be black.”

— I love us (via 17mul)

Overstimulated (11.5)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |  Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven I

I WANT TO SCREAM BECAUSE TUMBLR ATE THE DRAFT I HAD WITH ALL THE ITILACISED BITS! JUST TAKE THIS! ILL FIX IT IN THE MORNING.

Pairing: Erik Killmonger Stevens x black!OC (Aurora)

Chapter Warnings: SLOW BURN, best friend shenanigans, Jade’s “sex talk,” tooth rotting fluff, Erik being cute af.

Word Count: 14.7k

Suggested Listening: The Bay - Soft Glas; Lovefool - The Cardigans;

Enjoy dolls, xo,

Chapter Eleven Part Two: Deliberately

Chapter Eleven Part II: Deliberately

No one ever told Aurora that making pancakes was so hard. Well, mixing pancakes was easy. Whisking flour, baking powder, milk, and eggs amongst other things in a bowl had been easy, fun. But flipping over the tender pastries had been a learning curve Aurora was not prepared for at eight in the morning. “C’mon you fuckin’ piece of shit,” she growled, grinding her teeth as she fought to get the pancake to flip all the way over and not in on itself. She flicked her wrist quickly and almost squealed with glee when it landed fully on its other side. “Fuckin’ yes!” she whooped as she pressed down on the golden brown circle, humming a nameless tune. She stacked the latest one on top of her other three perfectly made cakes, pushing the plate of burned and misshapen mistakes to the side to dispose of later. Cooking this morning had been therapeutic compared to the night she’d had last night. Ari had fallen asleep hard after she’d sent the last text to Erik only to be woken up a few hours later by a pretty vivid dream of what would have happened if he hadn’t stopped kissing her in the kitchen. She closed her eyes slowly and sighed wondering if she should address the situation, but quickly dismissed the idea. He was just stressed out and needed a friend to help calm him down, she thought as she sat at her island and began spreading strawberry jelly on her pancakes. The excuse was weak but she didn’t care, she regretting nothing that happened last night. Neither does he sis, her inner voice quipped. 

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