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megamindsecretlair · 8 months

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Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Shy!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, multiple uses of the n-word, pet names. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), cum play, possession kink, size kink, all consensual. Mentions of drug use and drinking.

Summary: You are so painfully shy, it hurts even you. But at a kickback at Tyrone's house, he sits next to you and promises you all kinds of dirty fun.

Word Count: 4,419k

A/N: This was my first ever request for a fic and I loved it! I had way too much fun writing this. I need to go hose off or something because WHEW! I am zooted and feral, so thank you @planetblaque for your support and this request! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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It was a typical Friday night. Your friend had dragged you to hang with Tyrone and the crew per her usual. She was trying to get you to loosen up and hang out, but you didn’t know these people. You ran in the same circles and occasionally saw them at the club or around the corner. But you’d stand there awkwardly while your friend did all the talking.

You’d probably trip over your words anyway. Tyrone was so fine. He moved like he owned the world. Even with a slow gait, he walked like you couldn’t tell him shit. He was low key, he didn’t talk much, but it was clear that he had an energy that drew people in.

He was nice enough to say hi and try to include you in the main conversation, but you’d just smile and nod along. Every time he came near or passed by you, it robbed you of your senses. He smelled clean like soap and your mouth would go dry whenever he’d smile big and wide. Those times were rare, but when it happened, your heart would stop.

This particular night, it seemed like everyone had paired up. There was a good mix of men and women chilling in Tyrone’s living room. The California sun cast rays of orange and pink through the blinds. Some movie you didn’t hear the name of played on the TV. Music flowed and there was heavy smoke in the air.

“You smoke?” Tyrone had walked into the room and sat beside you. Your heart started thumping in your chest. You twisted your fingers and shook your head. You couldn’t look at him. He was like one of those statues that were so beautiful and lifelike, it hurt to look too long.

“You don’t say much,” he said. He stared at you while he took a hit off of a joint. He turned his head the other way to blow it out, but the room was so permeated with it, it hit you anyway. You didn’t mind it much, it had a weird smell. But you were used to your friend smoking while ya’ll hung out.

“I never know what to say,” you said.

“How ‘bout why you don’t smoke?” He asked. He licked his lips and your eyes dropped to his lips. You wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Not that you’d ever really find out. He probably liked girls that were like your friend. Loud, confident, small. You had some meat on your bones. It wasn’t a bad thing, but guys like Tyrone went for the girls they could toss around the room. He’d probably hurt his back trying to lift you.

You shrugged and studied your fingers. “Never seemed like something I’d be into,” you said.

“No pressure, but you wanna play a game with me?” He asked. He hit the joint one more time and passed it on.

You blinked at him to see if he was playing some kind of joke on you. But he looked at you, dead serious, until you nodded.

“Aight. For tonight, keep an open mind.”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, but you wanted to. Your heart was working overtime in your chest, making your hands shake and making you stutter. You didn’t trust your voice, but you wanted to stop being a coward. You nodded. He smiled slowly, letting you see all of his teeth.

“Besides smoking, have you drank before?”

“I’m not a prude,” you said.

He laughed and held up his hands. “Aight, damn. My bad,” he said. “I get you a drink, will you talk to me some more?”

“Yes,” you said and rolled your eyes. People always teased you about being quiet. But it always felt like you were one step behind everyone else. It was easier to sit back and just absorb the vibe than try to chime in with some useless comment.

“Good girl,” Tyrone said and got up once more.

Your mouth dropped open. You gaped at him as he walked off to the kitchen. He didn’t look back at you. But that comment sent a shiver down your spine. He returned with two red cups in his hand and he handed one to you.

You shook the amber brown liquid and looked at him. “Henny?” You asked.

He nodded and watched you. You took a sip and then another one, letting the sweet burn coat your tongue. You swallowed it down and tried not to make a face.

“Not usually your thing?”

“Not usually,” you said.

Tyrone smiled and scooted closer to you until your thighs were pressed together. You wore shorts and a hoodie, so your bare thigh rubbed against his cargo shorts. He touched your knee and your leg jumped.

“You real tense for someone that’s supposed to be enjoying the party,” he said. He moved an index finger around your knee and you slowly relaxed.

“I am enjoying the party.” You smiled at him and sipped some more Henny. Maybe the alcohol would make you cooler or sexier. You knew you were beautiful and any guy would be lucky and the blah blah blah. But there was a difference between being beautiful and being sexy. Wanted. Desired.

Tyrone talked to you more, claiming he wanted to know more about you. You told him about your job, a little bit about your family. You learned that he only had a mom. His little brother was killed when he was younger and from the pain in his voice, you knew that that pain would never go away.

On to happier topics, you discussed your favorite movies, songs, and groups. He laughed when you said you preferred Tupac to NWA. He thought you were crazy. Adorable, but crazy. But he wanted to know more about you and wanted you to open up. He asked you why you were so stiff.

“I’on know, it’s just hard to relax. I got anxiety and shit,” you said. He laughed. His laugh was throaty and deep and he shook his head.

“You too cute to have anxiety,” he said.

“One ain’t got nothin’ to do with the other!”

“I can make you relax,” he said. Humor danced in his eyes, but there was nothing funny on his face. He stared at you and you saw his eyes wander all over you.

“How?” Your voice was small in the din of the room. Music still thumped and the room had thinned out as people started to pair off and find a flat surface somewhere. You had lost track of your friend and her boyfriend, one of Tyrone’s friends.

Moaning to your left caught your attention. A couple was standing near the kitchen making out but they may as well have been the only people in the room. The girl was small, high ponytail, and glossy lips and she was climbing all over her much taller date/boyfriend. Your cheeks burned as you looked away.

“You got a nigga I need to worry about?” He asked.

“No. You got a girl I need to worry about?” You asked.

He smirked but he didn’t answer you. He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “You still down to play our game?”

You nodded. He raised his hand and stroked your chin before making you meet his eyes. “Let’s go to my room then. I can help you relax,” he said.

You smiled and wanted to look away but he held your chin and made you look at him. “Um, I don’t know about that,” you said.

“Why not?”

“We don’t really know each other like that,” you said.

He kissed you. His lips were warm and you tasted Hennessy and weed on his tongue as it stroked yours. He suckled your lips with his and you moaned softly in the back of your throat. Fuck, he kissed really well. The type of kiss where you couldn’t sit still. The kind that made you want to crawl under his skin and live there. The kind that made your toes curl and your pussy get damp.

He pulled back and licked your lips one last time. “We can get to know each other,” he said.

“By getting in between my thighs?” You weren’t stupid. You knew what he was asking for.

“Shit, if you let me,” he said and grinned.

“Why me?” You asked. He was so fine that he could have any girl he wanted. He could crook his finger at anyone in the room and they would come crawling over to him, ready to please him.

“‘Cause you fine as hell. And you got me hurtin’ over here,” he said. He grabbed your hand and placed it over his dick. It hardened as he rubbed your hand over him. He was big, huge, gigantic. You’d seen and touched dicks before, but this was like the Sistine Chapel or some shit. The Mona Lisa. This was the end all and be all of dicks.

Panic must’ve shone on your face because Tyrone chuckled and kissed you again, rendering you stupid. “We’ll go slow. Just the tip,” he said.

You laughed. “You don’t believe that shit,” you said.

He grinned. “For you? I’d take my time,” he said.

You looked at him as he continued to rub his dick with your hand. Everything in you was screaming to run away and go home. What if you were bad in bed? What if you did something wrong? What if you couldn’t get him off?

The questions tumbled inside of your head, taking you out of the moment. You looked down at your hand and stopped moving it.

“Don’t give me no bullshit. I see you want this dick,” he said.

You sucked your teeth and rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t gonna give you bullshit,” you told him. You a damn lie, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Just say yes. Let me help you unwind,” he said.

You didn’t say anything as he stood up and pulled you to your feet. You didn’t say anything as he led you down the dark, quiet hallway towards his room. He opened the door for you and you walked in and sat on his bed.

His room was clean for a boy. He still had stuff thrown around but at least it smelled good in here and there were no empty dishes or wrappers. You hated dealing with messy people like that.

Tyrone closed the door and your heart was back to thumping. Tyrone sat next to you but didn’t do anything. You looked at him, wondering if he was waiting for you to make the next move. This was why you didn’t do shit like this. You didn’t know the rules or how everything was supposed to go down.

“You a virgin?” He asked.

You laughed, not expecting that question. “No!”

“What you actin’ shy for then? Give me a kiss,” he said.

You scooted closer and pecked him on the lips. He sucked his teeth and smirked.

“Don’t give me that weak shit,” he said.

You sighed but leaned in again to kiss him. You weren’t always good with words. But this you could do. You had been crushing on him for a while anyway. And by some miracle, he at least wanted to fuck you too.

When you pulled back, you blinked up at him and he grinned. “Good to keep going?”

You nodded. Tyrone went back to kissing you and for a while, he was content to do just that. There was nothing hurried about it. He kissed like he did everything else. In his own time. The more you kissed, the more that you were scooting closer and rocking back and forth trying to get some relief.

Tyrone huffed a laugh against your lips and pulled back to start kissing your cheek and jaw. “You ever let a nigga eat you out?” He asked.

“No.” Your voice was breathy as he found a ticklish spot on your neck. You curled against him and he laughed. He pulled your hoodie off and laughed at your fandom t-shirt.

“You like that goofy shit?” He asked.

“The fandom sucks, but yeah. It’s good,” you said.

He shook his head. “I ain’t never seen it. Maybe we can watch it together,” he said. He went back to kissing your neck as you thought over what he said. He wanted to watch the movie with you. As in…he wanted to see you again after this?

Well…wait till your friend heard about this shit. She thought your crush on Tyrone was adorable. You didn’t want to be adorable.

You broke the kiss and took off your shirt, leaving you in your bra and shorts. Tyrone raised his eyebrows and took in the burnished orange of your bra. It was a little risqué, with lace for the cups and it barely covered your nipple.

“Not such a good girl. What you doin’ wearing this?” He asked. He kissed a hot trail down your jaw and to the top of your breasts. He nibbled on one and you squirmed underneath him.

“I like it,” you told him.

“Mhm, I like that shit too,” he said. He pushed you onto your back and then stood up. You watched as he got rid of his own black t-shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks. He was a big boy, stocky, solid. You took in his chest and body and nearly salivated.

He moved closer, forcing your legs apart and you gasped. He chuckled darkly and started to remove your shorts. “I like this color on you,” he said.

Your panties matched your bra and he stood for a moment taking in your body. You crossed your arms, feeling self conscious. You were about to ask that you do this with the lights off. But Tyrone kneeled down and kissed your forearms, your hands, and your fingers.

“Don’t hide from me. I wanna see everything,” he said. He peeled your arms from over your chest and placed them on the sides of your body. You forced yourself to keep them there as he kissed along your tummy, your sides, your breasts.

He was slow and methodical with it. He never kissed the same area twice. He was showering your body with kisses and it only made you tingle. It made your hunger for him grow like a living thing inside of you. You shook even though the room was stuffy.

“How long has it been?” He asked against your skin. Wherever he kissed, he brought his hands up to massage you. He started with your thighs, kneading through the fleshy bits and his thumbs inched higher to where you wanted him. But he stopped just short of reaching your pussy and he worked his way down, towards your knees.

“A long while. Guys don’t really check for the big nerds,” you said. You weren’t bitter about it. It was a sad fact of life. And you didn’t want no ashy nerd anyway.

“That’s not true. We think ya’ll too good for us,” he said. You laughed and shook your head. You brought your hands up to your face.

Why was this shit so embarrassing? You were grown. You knew your worth. But in the back of your mind, you kept thinking that this was a set up. Any minute now, he was gonna take a picture or video and share it to social media and you were going to be laughed at forever. But that was irrational. You knew it was irrational.

“Move yo fuckin’ hands,” he said.

You lowered them and stared at him and his little tone. “Stop all that hiding shit.”

You blew out a breath. “It’s a habit,” you said.

“Yeah, well the shit stops tonight. Feel me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, damn.”

Tyrone stood up and leaned over you. His fists were on either side of your head and you suddenly felt small compared to the size of him. “I’ma break you of that shit.” This close, his deep voice was amplified in the small room.

You were breathing too rapidly to ask more questions or what he was talking about. You had an idea but you couldn’t think past the look in his eyes. His eyes were narrow and though his lights were on, his eyes were two dark pools. You were drowning in them and you didn’t want to be saved.

He kissed you, chasing away any more thoughts. Then he kissed down your chest and belly again before planting his big nose against your sex and inhaling. “Fuck, you smell good,” he said. “Bet you taste good too.”

He stripped you of your panties and then blew a breath across your wet pussy. You jerked, back to being nervous. He didn’t say anything. He just ran his big tongue from your pussy to your clit. You gasped and ended on a moan as he did it a few more times.

“Fuhh,” you moaned. Had you known that getting eaten out felt this good, you would have done it a long time ago.

Tyrone gripped your thighs and hooked his arms around them. Then he latched onto your clit and started to devour you. He licked, sucked, and swirled his tongue around your clit. You jerked and tried to scoot away, but he held onto your thighs and wouldn’t let you get away.

You were soaking wet and his tongue only added to it. Your wetness and his spit dribbled down your ass cheeks and onto the bed. You were mildly embarrassed by that but he continued to eat you out and your embarrassment had its limits. Your concerns melted away as he licked and sucked away.

“Goddamn, you taste so fuckin’ good,” he said. He dived back into eating you out. He licked around your pussy and you started to stutter. “Oh, shit, wait,” you managed to squeak out. There was a pressure building low inside of you.

You had an orgasm before but it had been so long. Your breaths were little bursts of air in the room. You gripped onto his forearms and held on.

“I can’t…” you said. You wanted to move away and then orgasm. This seemed too intense, too big to do with his face in between your thighs. As if you were going to climax and burst into stardust.

“Mhm, let me taste it while you cum,” he said. His warm breath fanned over your pussy, drawing out another moan.

“Ty–” His lips descended on your pussy and started to flick your clit with his tongue. You cursed as the orgasm finally, blessedly tore through you. Your thighs twitched and you moved to close them, but Tyrone still held them rigid. He kept eating you out as your arousal pooled out of you.

When you were done with it, Tyrone kissed your thighs leaving wet spots behind. The bed under you was damp and starting to cool already. The bed dipped as Tyrone stood up and looked down at you with a satisfied grin.

“Felt good huh?”

You nodded and caught your breath. “Don’t get a big head,” you warned him. He waved you off as he undid his shorts and slipped it and his underwear off. His thick cock bobbed as it was set free and it was already leaking precum. A drop fell from the tip and disappeared.

You licked your lips as you watched. You wanted to taste him too. You wanted to suck him off and have him screaming your name. Have him moaning and throwing his head back. Your pussy contracted just thinking of making him feel just as good.

Tyrone stroked himself and chuckled. “As much as I want that sexy ass mouth on me, I wanna feel you cum on this dick,” he said.

He helped you sit up in bed and out of the giant wet spot you left behind. You stared at the dark spot against his blue sheets. You couldn't believe that all of that came from you. He pried your legs open and settled in between them. He positioned you how he wanted but also so that you were comfortable.

You had a big ass and that meant that you couldn’t lay down in the bed like others could. Your back was always lifted off of the mattress in some kind of way. He pushed a pillow under your back without you even having to say something.

He slapped his dick against your pussy. The wet slap was lewd and obscene. You brought your hands up to hide your face, but Tyrone grabbed your wrists and planted them against the bed. He kissed you until you melted under him once more.

When he was sure that you weren’t going to try and hide again, he moved his hand from your wrist. He lifted one of your legs and pushed it back until it was only slightly uncomfortable.

He poked you with his dick and you moved your hips, trying to line him up to enter you. He watched you struggle and grinned when you grew frustrated. He licked his thumb and started to play with your clit.

You stopped trying to get him inside you and relaxed into the pillows. “Oh, shit,” you said. He lined up his dick with your entrance and pushed in. Your hand flew to his stomach to stop him.

“Slow, remember? Slow,” you said. He was huge and it’d been a while for you, so as he pushed in, the slight burn only made you nervous.

“You gotta let me work it in, baby,” he said.

You nodded. He was right. You had to let him in but fuck. He was so big and you weren’t sure he was gonna fit. That had to be a thing right? Not being able to fit.

He only drew big circles around your clit and waited for you to stop tensing. He worked his hips back and forth trying to get inside of you. He pushed in a little more every time. He slipped on your wetness and went further, faster, and you bucked off of the bed with a silent scream. Your mouth had dropped open.

Tyrone moaned and rolled his head back towards the ceiling. “Goddamn. You so fuckin’ tight,” he whispered.

“Slow, slow!” Your brain was a real one, because it forced you to breathe when all you wanted to do was die. Tyrone stretched you out, further than you thought possible. You slapped at his stomach, arms, hands, as air returned to your lungs.

Tyrone only smirked down at your weak hits. “I gotta move, baby.” He slid out and back inside and you shrieked with pleasure. Your little squeals and moans were making Tyrone go faster. As if he had something to prove.

“Squeezin’ the shit outta my dick. Fuck. This my fuckin’ pussy.” His words were low and skipped over your nerve endings like a live wire. “This my fuckin’ pussy. It belong to me.”

You convulsed and contracted on his dick at his words. He felt it and groaned. “Yeah, that’s right. My fuckin’ pussy.”

Sweat dripped down from the crown of his head down his face. It slid down his neck and you licked your lips. You wanted to taste him. You sighed and tried to swallow your moans. You didn’t want to be too loud.

Tyrone switched up his angle, pushing your leg a little further back and a shrill moan escaped you. You bit your lip and Tyrone leaned down to kiss you. “Let me hear you, baby. Be good for me,” he said.

You nodded and let your moans fly. Fuck it. He felt so damn good inside of you. Like he was made to be there. Your wetness made him slip in and out easily now. He moved his hand from your leg and pulled down the cups of your bra so that you were exposed to him.

He sucked on your titties and continued to pound inside of you. “Fuck, Tyrone. Fuck. Wait,” you said. The duel sensations were too much for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on. Your hands played with his neck. You kissed his cheek and got sweat all over you. You licked your lips and licked the saltiness of him.

“Fuck, Tyrone.”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait. You feel too fuckin’ good. Where the fuck you been hiding this shit?” He asked.

He licked your neck, probably tasting your salty sweat as well. He bit down on your neck and you jerked. Your orgasm was swift and without mercy. You clamped down on his dick and he growled in your ear.

“Muthafucka,” he said. His voice was muffled in your neck. He stroked two more times before climaxing and releasing a fat load into you. You felt it fill you up. You should have been nervous about having sex without a condom. But you just wanted more. You hugged him to you as if you could mold yourself to him.

You moaned loudly, filling up the space with the sound of your voice. You didn’t worry for once. You didn’t worry about how you sounded or if you were doing it right. You didn’t worry about what he must be thinking. It was just your combined pleasure and the feeling of him buried deep inside of you.

His skin was on your skin. His hands were wrapped under you, squeezing your ass. Your nipples rubbed against his chest. Your nails dug into his back. It smelled like sex and his unique manliness.

He leaned up on one elbow so he wasn’t crushing you. He kissed you, slow and methodical like before. Like you were precious. Like he wanted to savor every once of your kisses like a chef at a new restaurant.

“Whose fuckin’ pussy is this?” He asked.

“Mine,” you said, feeling wicked and naughty.

He pushed into you, still rock hard and you gasped. “Fuck,” you moaned.

“I’m still fuckin’ full. I’ma keep going until you know whose pussy this is,”

You grinned evilly and kissed him. “I said it’s mine,” you said.

He chuckled and ran his tongue over your nipple. He started to move inside of you. His cum squelched as he started to fuck you again. He slid in and out even more easily and you took deep breaths.

“Naw. This shit belong to me.”

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low-budget-korra · 2 months

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Comments on Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender

*spoiler alert*

First of all I'm gonna start by saying it is one of the best adaptations I've seen so far. And that's the key word, adaptation. I've seen a lot of fans and others complain about some things that honestly, doesn't make sense because some things only work in a cartoon(just as much as some things only work in a book or a video game)

And before I start to talk about some topics that I judge important, I also wanna say that the production is fantastic, from the costumes to the CGI. It all looks amazing. (A part from Yue's wig)

1. The Script

It's not easy to pick 20+ episodes and make it fit in only 8 but damn they did a hell of a good job, especially when judging what was important to show and what they could let it go. Some fans commented that since there's no fillers, the Gaang and others miss some development but I think that for the universe of the live action what we got here it worked.

I can express how much I like to see Ozai and Azula's relationship and how it is now clear that he uses the siblings against each other, manipulating them to get what he wants. But I will admit I miss the fear Azula had, since it's implied in the show and some extras that she does fear Ozai, and fears becoming like Zuko.

I hope the 41. Is just fine after the battle in the north. See all of them bowing to Zuko after discovering that Zuko was the one that saved their asses and was heavily punished by that...it was beautiful. I loved the writers did that, give names and faces to Zuko's crew and a beautiful yet sad arc when Ozai banished his son and the men who he saved.

I also loved that they put weight into things that was treated as a joke, like Katara talking about her mother. She was a little kid who saw her mom get murdered in front of her and the live action made sure to let us know that it is not okay to make jokes about something so traumatic. All of the deaths here have tons of weight in it, it's not some random person, is someone we met, someone we liked, someone who helped. The costs of the war, something the cartoon manages to show us but know in live action, with real people, the massage gets stronger.

And they didn't forget Iroh's past like the fandom does, which is great. That actor, the earthbending soldier really let it all out, that's how you use the few screentime you have.

Sokka's isn't sexist and y'all were making a storm outta a cup of water, is not like Sokka sexist didn't go away after like the 4 or 5 episode in the original show. I think the live action was able to bring more depth to him in comparison to the first season of the cartoon. We see how he feels about his father's, the absence of him and his duty as warrior who kinda doesn't want to be a warrior.

I need a Gyatso in my life, I didn't know I needed to see more of him until the live action gave us more of him. Kyoshi was the Thor coming to Wakanda from this season, WHY THE FUCK BRYKE DONT WANNA GIVE US A KYOSHI SERIES? She is absolutely a jewel of a character. Roku and Kuruk, damn poor Kuruk man, so much pain in his words but again that's what it means to be the Avatar, it's not fun and games. Zhao saying to Aang what Korra villains said to Korra😭 that the world doesn't need the Avatar anymore, it hurt.

Guys I'm gonna say it, there's no way in hell for anyone to ship Kataang here. I'm saying this because some shippers complain that the secret tunnel part was different but c'mon, look at Kiawentiio and look at Gordon, it would be so s awkward and weird and just wrong. I know they don't have a big age difference, is only like 3 years but when they filmed Gordon looked so much younger than her, maybe in the next seasons the difference won't be that big.

The pace is good, once you start you don't wanna stop.

2. The Acting

Everyone is really good at capturing the essence of it's characters and somewhat making them their own. The highlights for me were Dallas and Ian, Its like they came straight from the show. Ken Leung's Zhao was also amazing as he was way more threatening here than he was in the show.

Kiawentiio was the Katara we were looking for, she is kind yet strong, brave and caring. And Gordon was Aang, sure, he has to learn a few things since he slipped a few times in his acting but nothing that could ruin the experience, that kid is good and just needs some experience.

Elizabeth Yu was Azula. It was different but yet the same character, is like learning something new of her and I like how cleared she show emotions with her eyes. Maria Zhang had great chemistry with Ian and I can't wait to see more of Suki. Arden Cho and Yvonne Chapman as June and Avatar Kyoshi look like they came out straight from the cartoon. Daniel Dae Kim...man is Ozai, so cold, so sharp, so scary, already way better than the cartoon version. I wanna see more of Paul Sun-Hyung Lee as Iroh since the character he really starts to shine in book 2.

3. The live action doesn't have the spirit of the OG?

Yes, it does have. The thing is now that we are seeing real people, things get dark one way or another but I don't think it ruined the spirit of the show. Aang is still a kid, Sokka still making sarcastic jokes, Zuko still annoying as hell, Katara still hopeful and strong... There's everything there really.

The thing is stuff like genocide, murder, war, death and suffering are, for some people, better to watch as pixels in a cartoon than real people.

I think it's a great adaptation and I would recommend it to every fan.

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killmongerskeepermain · 9 months

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Ghostface!Shuriri Headcanons

Surprise! Surprise! I got some headcanons for Ghostface!Shuriri for yall. Also I recreated a tag list so in case yall want to be tagged in anything, go ahead and fill out this form right here. ---> Taglist Form

Normal Lives

●👻● Outside her ghostface persona Riri is the perfect student. Still in college.

●👻● Top of her class(of course), shows up on time, takes perfect notes, turns in work before the deadline, you name it.

●👻● She doesn't mind doing work for her classmates. You want her to do your homework for you? It'll cost ya. (Her prices ain't cheap.)

●👻● Straight sneakerhead. Will make sure every outfit is tied together by the shoe.

●👻● Loves to go clubbing. Usually ends up with her finding a girl for her and Shuri for fuck around with if they're bored.

●👻● Despite her usually sticking to herself, no one truly has a problem with her. (If they do, RIP.)

●👻● Will talk her shit. Super sassy. Doesn't matter who you are or where ya live. Her slick mouth usually gets her in trouble. But ain't nobody gone jump with her partner a couple feet behind her.

●👻● Speaking of the partner, Shuri is the one who stays out of the limelight.

●👻● She got away from Wakanda after T'Challa's passing. She believed he could be saved but that no one was trying hard enough. She dropped her duties as princess and went completely off the grid.

●👻● She spends most of her time in the lab under the house. Making new weapons, traps, home defenses. (She's still one of the smartest people on earth.)

●👻● Also a sneakerhead. She's the one who likes to match shoes on a date.

●👻● Only goes clubbing so she doesn't have to hear Riri beg over and over again.

●👻● Riri may be sassy but Shuri is MEAN. She does not give two fucks if she hurts your feelings. If you can't handle what she has to say then don't even look in her direction.

●👻● If Riri has a problem with someone, so does Shuri. They're a package deal at this point. But if you're cool then you shouldn't have to worry about anything happening to you.

👻👻 "You know you was supposed to cash app me yesterday." Riri held a look of annoyance on her face as the football player fidgeted with his jacket. "Ah shit I forgot, $600 right?" She gave a small grin as she shook her head. "Nah, that was yesterday's price. It doubled since you forgot." His face fell and he bent down to mumble so his friends wouldn't hear. "$1200 is a little much don't you think?"

"Bet you won't forget again. I don't do this shit for free." She spat and he clenched his jaw. "What, are you gonna hit me pretty boy?" He steps closer to her before his eyes locked with another pair of brown orbs. "Is there a problem?" He quickly shook his head and sent Riri the money he owed before heading back to his friends. "I had it." The shorter girl grinned as she placed a kiss on Shuri's cheek.

"Of course you did."

Behind The Mask

●👻● They don't just go around killing people for the hell of it. Their victims are usually people who did wrong by them or just don't deserve to live out their lives. Doing the world a favor.

●👻● Shuri uses a hunting knife with a sleek edge while Riri uses one with a ridged blade.

●👻● Shuri is better when it comes to speed. She was training with her brother when he was alive. So if you manage to get away from Riri, you're not getting away from her. Loves the chase. Don't run. It only makes it more fun for her. "I love when they run."

●👻● Riri loves to play with their victims. Turns any chase into a game of cat and mouse. She also excels when it comes to stealth. She's the one who sneaks up on you when you're not looking. Can disappear in the blink of an eye. "Eyes on me ma."

●👻● Riri almost never has a messy kill. One clean cut is all it takes, hence her weapon of choice. Shuri on the other hand usually has some pent up aggression that she lets out during a kill. Not too much blood but just enough.

●👻● Won't let you see them in action. The only time was when you first met. But never again. The two agreed to keep everything ghostface related away from you. No matter how many times you ask.

●👻● They did allow you to see them behind their ghostface personas only one time. The three of you drove to an abandoned building to show you how they hunt after endless begging. They even gave you a head start to run and hide. They made a bet on who would find you first with the loser making dinner. It didn't take long for Shuri to find you and to this day you and Riri wondered how she did it.

👻👻 The only sound you heard was your own footsteps on the hard floor as you tried to be sneaky and find a good hiding spot. The building was long abandoned but still stood strong for a quick game of hide and seek. The two women gave you 10 minutes to hide and you had to admit your heart was racing. Quick, you say as you notice the cloak disappearing around the corner. You ducked under a nearby desk as one of them dragged into the room. You had a feeling it was Riri with how quiet they were. Even though they weren't going to hurt you, the thrill of it all sent jolts through your bones. When she left the room you took off down the hall with a wide grin. Time was almost up. Just before you could reach the doorway, a gloved hand grabbed your waist and you squealed. Looking up you saw Shuri take off her mask with a smirk. "How did you…..where did you come from!"

"What's the matter mamas? You look like you've seen a ghost."

When It Comes To You

●👻●Shuri is somewhat touch starved. So anytime you hug her from behind or snuggle up to her it makes her heart flutter. She eats it up.

●👻● Riri on the other hand loves having her hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, grabbing your waist, or having you in her lap.

●👻● They never let you go somewhere alone. If Riri can't be with you, Shuri is going and vice versa.

●👻● Riri is really big on PDA. Loves leaving small kisses and hickeys everywhere. Especially when someone hits on you while she's there. Shuri isn't into PDA like that but will not hesitate to pull you into a sloppy kiss if someone is bothering you. If it makes the other guy uncomfortable then it was worth it.

●👻● Shuri gets jealous easily when it comes to you and Riri. That's where that sloppy kiss comes into play. And when you blush and hide your face in her neck, she's glaring at whoever is trying to shoot their shot. Also super territorial.

●👻● When you're alone they love to shower you in affection. Shuri loves running her fingers through your hair while Riri leaves trails of kisses along your shoulder. CUDDLE PUDDLE!

●👻● They will pamper you every chance they get when you're all together. Hugs? Kisses? Cuddles? Sex? They'll take care of you and all your needs. They will give you everything and anything you ask for.

●👻● Shuri teaches you and Riri Xhosa. You've learned that catching her off guard when switching languages flips a switch in her head.

●👻● You're untouchable. No one in their right mind is going to lay a finger on you without lethal consequences. You want someone taken care of? Just say the word and they're gone.

●👻● They will not under any circumstances let you tag along for a kill. They would never put you through witnessing something as vile as them killing someone. Never again.

●👻● You definitely play with the voice changer. They have different ones but at this point you know who is who when they try to freak you out.

👻👻 You tiptoed around the house trying to find your two girlfriend's with the small box in your hand. You found them on the couch watching Friday the 13th and grinned at the sight. Riri was lying under Shuri who had her arm over the girl's shoulder. You brought the box up to your lips and clicked the button. "Cuddling without me? How disrespectful." The two looked back at you before their laughter filled the room. "Girl, put that shit down and get over here." You sat down the voice changer and moved to lay your head down in Shuri's lap and your legs on Riri's. Though of course she couldn't keep her hands to herself and ended up between them. 🤭

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mbakuetshurisprincess · 1 year

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Back to Black Part 2

AN: Hey y'all! The love on Back to Black was actually mind-blowing, like I had no idea y'all would like it THAT much lol. I’m glad though it was definitely really fun to write something different for Shuri and make her (I don’t wanna say the villain that seems so harsh lol) not the good guy in a fic. This is turning out to be more of a slow burn but I PROMISE all will end well… eventually. Also about the music, I’m a HUGE Amy Winehouse fan, like love that white woman DOWN! So I’m gonna pick a different song from her discography for every chapter of this fic, something that relates to the theme of this chapter. That taglist was hell to do and I don’t even think it worked fr fr, how do the pros do their tag list??

Summary: After vowing to never step foot in Wakanda again, unforeseen circumstances bring you back and face to face with everything (and everyone) you left.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, alcoholism.

Word count: 3,085

Suggested listening: Love Is a Losing Game by Amy Winehouse

“Love is a losing game

One I wished I never played

Oh, what a mess we made

And now, the final frame

Love is a losing game”

“Sit.” You instructed Shuri, positioning her body over the closed toilet seat. She sat down with a sigh, leaning her head back against the wall behind the toilet and closing her eyes. You took the moment of her eyes not being on yours to look at her in the light.

She had lost a lot of her color, and while her skin was still a deep chocolate color, it lacked the depth that Wakandan sunlight brought her. Her jawline had gotten sharper, a telltale sign that she wasn’t eating as much as she needed to anymore. And although her eyes were closed, her brow remained furrowed. As if even in her thoughts she came face to face with the problems she was trying to avoid.

Shuri opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of you looking down at her. She recognized the look that you were giving her, it was the same way you looked at her the first time she had come out of her lab after her six-month self-containment. At that time Shuri swore she would never do anything to make you feel like that again, clearly by the look you were giving her, she had failed.

“Unbutton your shirt and get undressed, I’m going to run you a bath okay?” Shuri nodded in response and you turned on your heels, breaking your gaze from her. You approached the tub and reached to grab the tablet that controlled it.

“I- I haven't let anyone change anything Y/N, all of your settings are still there,” Shuri spoke hesitantly. She was referring to the presets you had on set up for the tub. Shuri realized when you were dating just how much you loved baths, so as a surprise she tricked the whole tub out for you. Allowing you to make custom presets that each had varying temperatures, scents, and even playlists. You smiled lightly to yourself at the memories as your fingers clicked the relaxation button. Instantly hot water began flowing out of the tub spout and the drain locked. Your playlist entitled “Best of Amy Winehouse” started playing and the smile never left your face. The smell of lavender filled the air and even though this was supposed to be for Shuri you immediately felt calmer.

Remembering Shuri’s word about not changing anything you opened the drawers next to the tub grabbing a bottle of lavender bubble bath. You poured a capful in and instantly bubbles filled the tub, another one of Shuri’s more mundane inventions: crazy strong bubble bath.

You turned back to face Shuri and found her in no better state than you left her in. Her hands were fiddling with her buttons, the tired expression still on her face. She hadn’t made it past the first button.

“Let me help you Shuri.” You said softly walking over to her. You crouched between her legs and allowed your fingers to find the buttons she struggled on. Shuri didn't move her hands and after a second she started swatting yours away.

“I can do it myself Y/N.” She said looking down at you through her heavy lids.

You took a deep breath in and exhaled softly. “You never could let anyone else help you could you?” She was now stuck on the second button, her slender fingers unable to push it through the hole.

“I-” Shuri went to speak before deciding not to, you were right and even in her drunk, hungover state she knew it. She dropped her hands to her sides and broke her eye contact with you. Your hands resumed their place and quickly undid the button.

“I’m not going to fight you Shuri.” You said moving on to the next button. “I’m not gonna sit here and fight you with every step of this. I’m here to help and if you don’t want it I have no problem leaving.” You looked up at her and she sent you a nod of understanding.

You finished the rest of the buttons and pulled the shirt off of her shoulders leaving her in only the wife beater she wore as an undershirt and her shorts. You stood from between her legs and held your hands out for her to take, she obliged. She delicately placed her hands in yours and stood up, standing a good amount taller than you. You unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs as she stepped out of them. Both of you were aware of how little physical space now existed between the two of you.

Seeing her now in this more vulnerable state you were aware of just how sick she looked. While Shuri had always been slender you could now see her ribcage peeking through her skin and her once-toned body had lost much of the muscle she developed through hard training with Okoye. Shuri felt the concern in the way you were observing her and it instantly made her cross her arms to her chest, not wanting you to see any of her new scars.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” You said, removing your eyes from her body and putting them on the floor. “You can um finish undressing, I’ll go get you a towel.” You started walking backward away from her, creating distance between the two of you.

“You don’t have to leave sthandwa.” Shuri’s hands found the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up revealing some of her torso. Her hands caught your eyes, following her hands, and would they have continued as she pulled her shirt up further but the sound of the water stopping pulled you back into reality. At the sound, you spun your back to face her and walked quickly out of the room, face flushed. You needed to get your head back on straight. A few pet names and a flash of her body weren’t enough to make you forget what had happened.

You heard the sound of her body entering the water and a groan accompanying it letting you know that Shuri was in the tub. You dug through the dresser drawers and pulled out an array of butters and lotions for Shuri after the shower, along with a variety of hair products. You retrieved a large fluffy towel with a matching washcloth, a hair wrap, a new set of pajamas, and some of the hair products. You set the pajamas down on the bed before making your way back into the bathroom. Shuri’s body sat emerged in the tub with only her collar bones peeking out above the bubbles. You hung the towel and hair wrap up on a nearby towel warmer and returned to Shuri.

Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, resting on the edge of the tub. You grabbed some of the body wash and squirted it onto the washcloth, dipping it into the water and rubbing it together to get it soapy. You removed her arm that was closest to you from the water and started washing it. Your mind had memorized the various scars and bruises that littered her body and as you moved further up her neck to her collarbone the memories of how she got each one faded back to you.

It wasn’t until you got to the part of her chest that peaked out of the water that you noticed a new scar. It was no more than three inches long and by the looks of it couldn’t have been there longer than a few months. You ran your finger over it and felt the ridges signifying that it hadn’t healed correctly.

Shuri could read your mind by the expression on your face and the way your hand gently touched her chest. “It doesn't hurt Y/N.”

You looked over at her, you hadn’t even noticed Shuri open her eyes. Assuming the hot water and lavender had put her to sleep. You wanted to speak, to tell her that you would make sure that it healed correctly, but the words wouldn’t come to your mouth. It was almost as if your body was reminding you that healing Shuri in that way wasn’t your place anymore. So you simply nodded and continued cleaning her body.

After you felt her body had been cleaned, you grabbed the showerhead off the wall and positioned it over Shuri’s hair before turning it on. Once again Shuri let out a soft groan as the warm water touched her scalp. You used your free hand to start finger detangling some of her curls, upon realizing this was going to be a job that needed both your hands you grabbed a bottle of leave-in detangler and poured it generously over Shuri's head. You set it down on the side of the tub and massaged the substance into her scalp and curls with delicate hands.

“I miss you Y/N,” Shuri said, opening her eyes and tilting her head to look up at you.

You took a deep breath before speaking “Shuri, you moved your head, I was working on the back, and now I can’t reach it.”

Shuri tilted her head back down and you continued your work in silence for a minute before she spoke again.

“That is all you have to say?” This time she didn’t move her head so she didn’t catch you rolling your eyes. You dipped your hands into the water washing the excess product off. You stood finally from the spot you had been in for the past hour and looked down at Shuri. Normally she could tell your mood by the way your eyes looked, but for some reason now she couldn’t place your emotions.

“What I have to say is,” You walked over to the towel warmer, grabbed Shuri’s towel and hair wrap, and set it on the sink next to her. “This is your towel and hair wrap. I left lotion, butters, and pj’s on the bed. Dry off, lotion up, get dressed, and call for me when you're done, I’ll be outside the door waiting to do your hair.” The first part of the sentence was almost cold enough to make Shuri think you might not have any feelings left for her, but the second half. She heard the softness come out in your voice when you mentioned doing her hair. She hadn’t lost you yet.

She thought about giving a witty remark but didn’t want to push her luck with you on your first day back so Shuri responded with a simple “Okay.”

You exited the bathroom and then your room closing the door behind you. You leaned against the door and took a deep breath, “Focus.” You reminded yourself. You figured it would take Shuri at least twenty minutes to get herself situated given her state, you chose the time to enter her room again, opening her blinds immediately. You called to Isoke who stood guard outside of the door and she came in.

“Yes ma’am?” She spoke softly, her eyes looking straight down. You hadn’t seen her much during your time in Wakanda and if you remembered correctly she had just graduated when you left.

“Can you please have the cleaners sent in? I want this place looking more like a home when we bring Shuri back here.” Isoke nodded and turned on her heels.

“Oh and one more thing.” You spoke, causing her to pause in her tracks. “Every bottle of alcohol, every ounce of weed, all her paraphernalia, everything. I want it boxed up and burned. Do you understand me?” She nodded again and quickly scurried out of the room.

You couldn’t place it but something about her leaving you feeling unwell. You walked around Shuri’s room to see if you could find anything else to help you understand Shuri’s mental state. In her bed, you found an object that nearly brought tears to your eyes. It was the Build-a-bear you two had made on one of your trips to America. By the way its fur had started to matt you could tell she had been sleeping with it. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed but the soft call of your name brought you out of Shuri’s room and back to your own. Where Shuri now sat in the all-black pajama set that you had picked out for her, waiting for you.

You looked once more at the hair products you had pulled out, ensuring that you had everything you needed. Once you were sure you sat down on the edge of the bed. You and Shuri had done this before but unlike normal this time, she waited for your signal. You gesture in between your legs and Shuri quickly scurried into her place, being this close to you was all she desired.

Before the cheating and couples therapy and more cheating, when you were still able to pull Shuri from her lab with just a sweet smile. You would devote Sunday evenings to doing her hair, an intimate act she had only let her mother do before you. She would sit in between your legs and speak of anything that frustrated her or what inventions were not working. You would listen as you detangled and twisted her hair, preparing it for the long week ahead. Eventually similar to a child when she had finally tired herself out of complaining she would lean her head against your leg and pepper kisses to the inside of your thigh before she fell asleep. The feeling of Shuri letting you take care of her was something you cherished, especially as your relationship furthered and the time you spent together became less and less. Every once and a while when she was particularly stressed she would come to you and ask you to do her hair. And you always obliged.

You silently began your work on her hair as she sat, first separating her hair into four sections and then working with her hair a fourth at a time. You ran a wide tooth comb through her hair, starting at the ends and making your way up, in order not to snag any knots. After detangling, you split the section into fourths and twisted each fourth. You had made your way through the second section and were onto the third when Shuri rose her voice and spoke up.

“Why did you come back Y/N?” You stopped humming, considering if you even wanted to give her an answer.

“Nakia and Okoye came to get me.” You continued combing through the third section.

“And you just agreed? All the messages I sent you begging for you to come back to us didn’t mean as much as their words?” You had not forgotten what drunk Shuri was like and this was a symptom of that. There was a hint of anger in her words that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You let out a sigh, clearly a common theme for the night, and spoke. “No, I didn't want to come back Shuri, when I said I never wanted to return, I meant it.”

“So why did you?” Shuri snaked her left arm under your left leg, wrapping it around so her hand could rest on the top of your thigh. Her words seemed accusatory but the way her hand was sitting on your thigh, that was nothing short of romantic.

You started twisting her hair before you spoke. “They told me you started drinking again.”

“I-” Shuri tried to speak but you cut her off.

“Although truthfully that wasn’t what did it.” You moved on to the next twist. “Nakia begged. She said you refuse T’Challa and begged that I get you out of bed and back into his life.

Shuri had nothing to say to this, shame ran hot through her face. She moved her hand from your thigh and sunk more into the floor. As you finished the last twist you started to feel bad about your response but she was the one who asked.

“Shuri.” You spoke her name lightly, leaving the conversation like that felt wrong.

“Hmm?” You took down the last section of her hair and started combing, repeating the process for the final time.

“Of course I missed you. I spent six whole months in the states missing you. So consumed with my want to be with you I couldn’t do anything but cry and sleep.” You separated the last section and started twisting. “But after six months, Shuri, I had to ask myself what was I missing. Was I missing the dates you stood me up on? The nights I went to bed alone while you were in the lab tinkering away with your latest technological development? That couldn’t be what had me throwing my life away. So I stopped missing you.” By the time you finished speaking you had finished the last twist, letting it plop down on her face.

Shuri nodded her head, there was nothing she could say. You were right, Shuri hadn’t treated you the way she should during the final year of your relationship.

You grabbed the silk scarf from next to you and wrapped it around Shuri’s head. The words you wanted to say to her blossomed in your mind. “But I do miss you, I miss when it was simple and just us.” Even so, you kept them to yourself.

You tapped Shuri’s shoulder and she stood from between your legs, giving you the space to stand up and stretch. You looked at the clock on the table and the time read 11 PM. Shuri followed your eyes and sighed knowing her time with you for the day was nearing a close. You smiled at her sigh and you turned to start removing objects from the bed to give Shuri a clear place to sleep. She walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers, looking back at you as you nodded signifying that you were serious about her sleeping. Shuri slipped under the covers and watched as you walked over to her.

You sat on the edge of her bed and placed your inside hand on Shuri’s cheek, she melted into your touch and placed her hand on top of yours. You leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodnight Shuri.” You removed your hand from her face and stood from the bed. Shuri caught your hand before you could leave.

“Stay? Stay with me tonight?” Your breath caught as you thought about her words.

“Okay.”

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vargskelegore · 1 year

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i want you around. || hbcu!shuri x black!reader

author’s note: big shoutout to @erensslut for this idea! i had a lot of fun writing this, between getting the perfect music to go with it and overall imagining myself as reader while i did this. truly a fun experience and i hope y’all enjoy this :)

requests: slightly slow on getting to them since i’m getting sent so many. apologies!

warnings: smoking.

word count: 1,185

you were doing one of your many nightly study sessions. your roommate was out for the night yet again, on a date with some dude that wasn’t even from your school. nonetheless, you had the dorm to yourself, and you used it to have a study and smoke session.

you had the place exactly how you wanted it. led’s on red, music playing as loud as you wanted, smoking a blunt you got from your roommate for the evening-- it was all so lovely. calm. you actually were getting your work done for the first time in a week, and you were glad.

there was so much going on this school year you couldn’t even focus. one of those things was shuri. since she arrived, your attention had only been on her. you didn’t even realize it until your roommate pointed it out.

you definitely thought about it while you studied. was it seriously that obvious? i mean, you definitely had a crush on her, but why would shuri ever like you back? she was the princess of wakanda, and seeing all the attention she got on campus definitely taught you that she could have anyone she wanted and not just some broke college student who probably won’t get a job with her major since that’s the way society was.

but you kept studying. you didn’t want to overthink on a good night where you could chill.

but then there was a knock. and this knock just contradicted everything from before, because once the person on the other side realized the door was unlocked, they let themselves in.

it was shuri. who else would it be? she walked in, looking down to see you on the floor.

“y/n? i tried texting you earlier and you didn’t respond.” a cough escaped her lips shortly after her sentence. realizing you were smoking, she hesitated a bit, not wanting to ruin anything for you.

“oh-- hey shuri, i didn’t realize you texted, i was.. studying.” you muttered, realizing you weren’t dressed properly. but it wasn’t new to shuri at this point. she thought you looked pretty regardless.

shuri smiled at you before she sat down, crossing her legs in apple sauce style. you’d be lying if you said she didn’t look good right now. sweatpants and a tank top. it was so basic but it showed off her physique. she wasn’t lying when she said she got a lot of exercise back in wakanda, even if she was more of a brains kind of person.

as you two sat there, it was pure silence. just the sound of music filling the room. the playlist would go from summer walker, to the internet, to solange, erykah badu, sza, and so on.

it was silence until shuri suddenly asked you, “..can i help you with your homework? i’m interested.”

you agreed since extra help was lovely. shuri was a big help while you felt yourself getting more and more zoned out.

it was all fun and games until shuri began just staring at you. you didn’t even notice how her glance was so lustful. so deeply full of emotion. her eyes went in a rotation from looking at your neck, to your jawline, and finally your lips.

your lips had her in a trance. the way you inhaled and exhaled what you were smoking. it was mesmerizing.

after twenty minutes, she suddenly spoke up. she was definitely gaining the courage to ask, because her palms began sweating and getting clammy.

“..can i try?” it was obvious what she was referring to. the blunt in your delicate fingers. it almost looked like you were too innocent to have something like that in your hands, and she adored it.

you turned to look at her. your gaze towards her was so obviously woozy. but you looked pretty to her regardless.

you stared at her for a while before smirking, an idea in your mind.

“mm.. you wanna try something with me? i’ve been wanting to do it for a while, but never had anybody to try it with.” you smiled, and watched as shuri smiled back, excited with a nod.

“of course.. what do you want me to do?” shuri was adorable, always ready to do whatever was requested of her. you could feel that loyalty trait that was just embedded into her.

“whenever i release this smoke, i want you to inhale it. can you do that?” you were so bold whenever you were high. shotgunning? you were always too shy to do that, even with your ex boyfriends from freshman year. what made shuri so different?

not like that question mattered enough to ask, because before you knew it, you were beginning to inhale.

she watched you like a hawk. the gaze she was giving you was more than a friendly glance. but when you finally exhaled, she almost immediately inhaled as soon as she saw one puff of that smoke. she exhaled through her nose, the sight being gorgeous because of the way she was staring at you.

the staring between you and her was getting to be so intense, and you two just continued this wordless but still talkative conversation through smoke.

the space between you two was closing faster than y’all realized, because before you knew it, you two got so close from this continuous smoking, that your bottom lips were touching.

this contact lasted for a while. there was a part in both of your minds that was sending sirens to back away because the other was straight-- that was far from the truth.

then it happened.

your top lip met with hers, and you two began to move in sync after that.

both of you had moisturized your lips before this-- whether it was just pure coincidence or a subconscious plan, it didn’t matter. you two were finally kissing after all this time and couldn’t even stop.

you could feel it getting heated, but she pulled away before you so she could take a breath.

you stared at her long and hard after that. it was awkward for a moment, before shuri spoke.

“..i take it you enjoyed it?” she was a bit nervous and you could tell, but you nodded and that gave her reassurance.

“i uh.. yeah. yeah i did. thank you for.. well, that.” you laughed a bit, and so did she.

the room was only filled with music again. you two stayed that way until she spoke up again.

“it’s getting late.. i’ll definitely see you after your class tomorrow, right?” the hope in her voice- how eager it was, was enough to get you excited.

“yeah! i mean.. um, yeah, of course. i’d never miss a day.” you calmed yourself down as you watched her get up and walk over do the door.

as she got to your door, leaning on the frame yet again (it was common for her at this point and never failed to make you weak), she smirked at you.

“let me know when you wanna do this again.”

and without another word, she was gone.

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haechvn · 1 year

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Smoking that 🍃 with Shuri

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Yall already know

Summary/Request: oooo what about getting high with shuri omgggggg

Word Count: high asf !!! (0.6k)

Author’s Note: YALL BE FUCKIN FR. THE S IN SHURI STANDS FOR SPITTING ON PUSSY AND SMOKING WE!!D

Taglist : @melodykissess, @blackhottie25, @tonakingsings, @coalmistyy, @szalipcombo, @prettyluhlaiiii, @yelenabelovasgff, @callmeoncette, @clqrosmgc

Obviously Wakanda got the loudest pack of all packs. Why do y’all think Killmonger stayed so long????

Shuri has her own dispensary and grow the best shit bc how else is she gonna deal with the pressures of the throne like be fr

One night, it’s just the two of you outside in the Palace garden and the stars are out and the moon is appreciating yalls beauty bc omg

Shuri is sitting to your right with basketball shorts she got from a Chicago Bulls game and an oversized white tshirt while you are just in one of her shirts and panties OMHGGG

Today was a long day so you two just want to relax with each other. Lmao nah but Shuri is a pro at rolling and she doesn’t even need to look down at the jo!int or bl!nt

Instead, when she’s wrapping and licking it shut, she’s starring you dead in the eyes and licking that shit like it’s you

Like bruh how are you already horny and we haven’t even hit it yet??

Other times, she would look so delicious, slightly bent over and completely focused bc she doesn’t want to mess it up for her princess and you can see her jaw slightly clenching in the moonlight while her fingers softly roll around the bl!nt. they need to rolling on your pu—

Whether yall are rolling or using bongs, Shuri always hits first so she can lean over and kiss you, blowing the smoke into your mouth while french kissing you like nigga can i inhale it please???

Sometimes, since she likes babying you so much, she would light it for you and hold the bl!nt for you to smoke from. Starring so intently and wanting nothing more for you to get just as lifted as she is. ofc she would never make you smoke more than you can handle

She would not be able to shut up about how much you changed her life and how you inspire her to be better everyday

Thinking about how you support her in all her endeavors would actually make her tear up

Her voice is definitely a bit deeper and raspier than usually and everytime she talks to you she just has to grab your jaw and put her lips right on your ear so that you can hear her properly

She’s a bit slower with her movement but almost 1000% more intentional

Her eyes would be a bit lower, nothing too crazy, but she would not be able to stop licking her lips over and over and she is surprisingly very touchy with herself

Like caressing the sides of her neck practically feeling your lips there and then touch her legs, remembering how wet your pussy was sliding all over her thigh thirty minutes ago–

She loves talking about next steps for projects that she’s having trouble with like this with you bc it’s usually when she’s able to solve them

Shuri will always have an arm around your waist when she takes a hit bc why are you so far away princess?

Once yall are high high, she’ll have chefs prepare the best food for you two and have it delivered to her room

You’ll cuddle, eat (your food and each other) and not worry about a single thing

She’ll feed you your food and eventually hers since you’ll want to eat that to as long as you let her eat your–

High!Shuri is a lot more laid back and chill. She doesn’t let her mind worry and she like that all she has to focus on is you

Even inebriated, all she wants to do is take care of you so she’ll accidentally send you half a mil and wonder where her money went in the morning.

She’ll probably start talking shit about the Avengers that she doesn’t like and question why they are even on the team

Overall, she would be an absolute tease but still the same touchy feely woman you know. Y’all would have too much fun omgg

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Darkest Mind

Family is More Than Blood Masterlist

Summary: Sometimes the world was to loud and the voices that called you a monster, and killer began to much. To silence everything, pain was something you were familiar with. All you’ve known is pain. But when your family starts to notice you falling, they are there to catch you.

Warning: This story contains themes that can possible be triggering. Self harm, mention of suicide, guilt, not eating, mention of past sexual assault, reader needs help

Word Count: 3.1K

“Hey,” Yelena sat down next to you. “We are planning another trip to the city. Do you want to come?”

“Sure,” you said, not looking at her. You were staring at the TV, a soccer game on, and you were mindlessly twirling a pen in your hand. The soccer game was barely registering to you. You weren’t sure who came up to talk to you before Yelena. Natasha might have been Maria. No, it had to be Tony because you had a drink on a table near you.

“Okay,” Yelena said slowly. “I think Natasha is pregnant.”

“Oh cool,” you said. You weren’t sure what she said.

“I’m secretly married.”

“Nice,” Gods, you were so tired. You weren’t sleeping well. Every night you close your eyes you are back in the Red Room or that dementated fun room.

“Are you listening?” She asked. You tore your eyes away from the TV and looked at your sister. She seemed concerned.

“Yeah, sorry, I was really into the game. I’m listening,” she didn’t believe you. Hell, you didn’t believe yourself.

“Right, I’ll let you know the details about the trip,” you nodded as Yelena stood up. You put your arms on the back of the couch. “Carol is returning tonight. Are you excited to see her?”

“Yup,” you popped the ‘p’. Were you happy to see her? You didn’t deserve her. You didn’t deserve the happiness she gave you. You didn’t deserve the way she looked at you.

“Okay, also the game is over. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, putting one leg over the other. The pen began to twirl again. You were so tired. You heard Yelena walk away.

You avoided everyone by staying in your room. You were throwing a tennis ball in the air, throwing it with your right and catching it with your left. It was mind-numbing and you needed your mind to turn off. There were too many emotions running through your - anger, guilt, sadness. You just wanted it all to stop. The door opened and you looked up. “You know I expected a better homecoming,” Carol smirked, her arms crossed.

“Hi,” you said but you didn’t move. She raised an eyebrow and walked into your room. She sat on your bed. “How is Monica?” You asked.

“She’s good. How are you?”

“I’m good,” you forced a smile on your face. “Just tired.”

“Do you want to take a nap before dinner?” That sounded nice. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in her arms and fall asleep. She was so warm and safe. But you didn’t deserve it. You were silent for too long. “Hey, if you don’t want to, I can leave.”

“No!” She was surprised by the outburst. “Sorry,” you rubbed your hands over your face. “Sorry, I haven’t been feeling well.”

“Do you want me to go get you something? Helen can get something to help you sleep,” you shook your head. You didn’t want to be sedated. Too many times you were drugged in the Red Room and you woke up with someone on top of you.

“Can you just lay with me?” You asked.

“Of course,” you sat up and pulled down the covers. Carol lay down next to you. “Can I hold you?” You nodded, moving to your side. You felt her arm move around your waist and pulled you close so your back was flushed against her front. Her breath caused goosebumps on your neck. Something was wrong. Her touch normally felt comfortable and safe but now it made your skin hurt. Why did it hurt?

Wanda made a chicken alfredo with garlic bread and salad. There weren't many at the compound - Sam was in Wakanda and Rhodey and Vision were in DC. You were pushing the noodles around your bowl, half listening to the conversation taking place. You think Tony was making fun of Steve but that happened daily. You took a small bite of your chicken but it made your stomach flip. The smell was making you nauseous. What gave you the right to sit here and have a home-cooked meal? You were just as bad as Dreyokv. You watched him control so many young girls and you did nothing to stop him. You were a monster. Your hands were stained with blood and the piles of bodies you were responsible for were so high. “Y/n,” your name snapped you out of your spiral. Natasha was staring at you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said automatically. “Just tired,” you finished the glass of water. “Thank you, Wands for dinner. I’m gonna get some sleep. I have an early morning call with Melina.” You gathered your barely-eaten food and put it into the kitchen. After weakly saying goodnight to everyone, you made your way back to your room. You went right to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It would take a while for the water to heat up. You stripped out of your sweatpants and T-shirt and stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your skin was littered with scars from beatings and missions. You were disgusted with yourself. Shaking your head, you stepped into the water. You gasped and hissed as the hot water hit your skin. But you accepted the pain. The pain was good. You rested your head against the tile wall.

Sometimes you could hear him, feel his hands on your skin, and his hot breath near his ear. You were always on high alert because you never knew where he was going to be waiting for you. You bite down on the knuckle of your thumb. The spark of pain brought you back to reality. “He’s dead,” you mumbled. “He’s dead.” But what if he wasn’t? Natasha and Yelena believed he was dead before or what if someone took his place. Bringing down the Red Room, pissed off a lot of people. Were you safe even with the Avengers or were you a target and endangering everyone around you?

You stayed in the shower until your skin was red and the want went cold. You dried quickly and put the sweatpants back on and put on an old air force sweatshirt that belonged to Carol. You lay on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. There were times like this you wished you were back in the Red Room. In there, there was no time for feelings, no time to think because you were focused on surviving. You brought a pillow to your chest and curled around it. You squeezed your eyes shut and prayed for a peaceful night.

Carol watched you walk away. Your shoulders slumped as if you were holding the weight of the world on them. “What’s wrong with Big Spider?” Tony asked, sipping on his drink.

“I don’t know,” Yelena said. “She’s been like this all day.” That worried Carol.

“Her mind has been all over the place,” Wanda added. Carol sighed.

“I’m gonna go talk to her,” Carol stood up. “Maybe I can get her to tell me what’s wrong.” It was a hopeful wish but she had to try.

“Let us know if you need anything,” Natasha smiled. Carol nodded and headed into the kitchen with her food. She saw that you didn’t eat much so she made you a protein shake. It would give you something easy to eat. She walked to her room and knocked on your door. But you didn’t answer. She knocked again. Still nothing.

“FRIDAY, let me in,” the AI didn’t respond but she heard the door unlock. She carefully opened the door and saw you on your bed, hair wet from a shower, and you were wearing one of her sweatshirts. “Hey, I brought you a protein shake,” she sat down on the edge of the bed. “I noticed you didn’t eat a lot,” you sat up and stared blankly at her but followed her hand when she put the shake on the nightstand. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you whispered. “I’m fine.”

“No, you aren’t,” your eyes snapped to her. “And that’s okay. I just need you to talk to me.”

‘Talk to me.’ ‘Talk to me.’ It was as if it was the easiest thing in the world. But the words were caught in your throat. How could you tell her about the guilt that was eating at you? How when you looked at your hands all you saw was blood? That a part of you wished you died in the Red Room. “Sweetheart,” she moved to touch your cheek but you grabbed onto her hand. You stared at each other. The room grew tense in silence.

“I want to be alone,” you told her, letting go of her hand. ‘Good, push her away.’ A voice said inside your head. ‘You don’t deserve her. You're a monster. A killer.’

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Leave me alone,” your voice sounded so cold, you barely recognized it. “Go away.” She stood up.

“I’ll give you space but I’m here, okay? Just come find me,” you ignored her and watched her leave. She closed the door behind her. ‘You drove her away,’ The voice taunted. ‘She hates you. How could she ever want to be with someone like you?’ You groaned, placing your feet on the floor and covering your ears. You wanted the voices to stop. You knew you were a bad person but the constant voices telling you over and over again were killing you.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” ‘You are pathetic. Weak,’ it continued. ‘No one cares about you. How did you ever keep them safe?’ You fell to the ground. “Stop, please. I’m sorry. You're right.”

“Why are you sitting on the floor?” Yelena asked. Carol looked up.

“She wanted to be left alone but I wanted to be close,” Truth be told, Carol was worried. You scared her. She’s never heard your voice sound so void of emotion. Yelena sat down next to her. “I’m worried about her but I don’t know what to do.”

“Black Widows are trained to bottle their feelings. She won’t ask for help until it becomes bad.” Great. That was what Carol was afraid of. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. She remembered Yelena and Natasha telling her to be patient, that you needed time to be your own person. She would give you all the time in the world because she loved you.

“Captain Danvers, Miss. Y/n is in distress.” Carol stood up and threw your door open. She saw you standing up on the wall punching over and over again. She sprung into action and ran over to you. She grabbed onto your arms and pulled you into her chest. You didn’t relax but fought against her as Carol brought you down to the ground.

“Sh, baby, you're safe. You're safe,” Carol held you tighter. You were struggling less but you still kept hitting Carol’s chest. “It’s me, baby girl. It’s me. Whatever is in your head isn’t real,” you stopped fighting but you kept lightly hitting your chest. It didn’t hurt. “It’s me and Yelena. We got you.” Yelena walked over to you and knelt beside you.

“It’s okay,” Yelena said. “You're safe.” Your eyes were wide and frantic. “We got you,” it was as if the dame broke and you held onto Carol and cried into her shirt.

You weren’t sure how long you cried but Carol picked you up and sat you down on your bed. Yelena ran to go get a first aid kit. Carol sat down next to you in silence but kept your non-injured hand in hers, squeezing it. It kept you grounded. Soon Yelena came back with the first aid kit. “Let me see your hand,” you gave it to her. It was already starting to heal but you knew she needed to make sure you were okay. So, she whipped the blood on your knuckles.

“You don’t have to talk to us right now,” Carol said. “But we are here for you. All of us -Wanda, Natasha, and Maria.”

“Why?” You asked softly. Yelena paused what she was doing to look at you. “Why? You know what I’ve done.”

“You were forced to do those things,” Yelena said, returning to her task.

“I should have stopped him.”

“How?” Your sister asked. “Tell me how you would have stopped him without him killing you,” you couldn’t give her a good answer because there was none. “You are a victim forced to do horrible things. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Why does it hurt so much?” You whispered, your head falling onto Carol’s shoulder.

“Grief is a powerful emotion,” Carol kissed the top of your head. “It comes and goes in waves.”

“It fucking sucks,” you mumbled. It caused them to laugh.

“What do you need?” Yelena asked. You weren’t sure what you needed. You wanted the noise to stop.

“Food and sleep,” you told them.

“We can help with that.” But you didn’t want them to help, you didn’t deserve their help.

Your talk with Yelena and Carol didn’t change your behavior but it got worse. You isolated yourself in your room and barely ate. The only time you came out of your room was to train until your body gave out. It was the only way to stop the nightmares. It went on for 5 more days until Natasha burst through your door while you were changing. “Most people knock,” you said. “I could have been naked.”

“Here is what’s going to happen, you are going to go to the kitchen and sit your ass down to eat,” she crossed her arms. “Or I’m going to drag you to Helen and she’s going to put a feeding tube down your throat.” Your blood ran cold. That was the last thing you wanted. But you rolled your eyes.

“I like to see you try,” even in your weakened state you were a better fighter than Natasha.

“Do you want to die?” She asked.

“Maybe,” you admitted. Natasha uncrossed her arms and stared at you.

“Time out,” she said. “Are you serious?” You shrugged, sitting on the ground, your back against your bed. Natasha sat down in front of you. “Can you please talk to me?” You brought one of your knees to your chest.

“It became too much,” you whispered. “The anger, the guilt, the jealousy. It got too loud. I just wanted it to be quiet, you know?” Natasha nodded.

“So you started to hurt yourself to silence it?” She questioned.

“Pain made everything quiet. It’s all I know,” you shrugged. “There aren’t gentle touches or hugs in the Red Room, all there is pain.”

“Do you think you deserve that pain? Like a punishment,” you nodded. “Do you think I deserve pain?” Your eyes shut up to look at hers.

“What? No, of course not!” She smiled.

“Then why do you think you do?” She questioned. “I had a hand in keeping the Red Room active for as long as it was,” you opened your mouth to argue but Natasha held up your hand to stop you. “I could have come back to find you and I didn’t but if I did we would have known about the Red Room sooner. Do you blame me?” You shook your head. You didn’t. The whole situation was so complicated and messy. “Then why do you blame yourself?” You sighed. “I get it,” she continued. “That guilt is demobilizing. But that blame for what happened to us is in the hand of a man who is dead,” Natasha took your hand in hers.

“You're worrying us, sestra. Yelena and I need you” squeezed your hand. “I know you don’t think you deserve this but you do. You deserve love, happiness, and to live. Because by living, you are winning and beating everyone that tried to keep you down,” you whipped the tears away with your free hand.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I didn’t mean to worry everyone. I’ll get help.”

“It’s not easy,” Natasha admitted. “But you have us.” You nodded.

“I know. Thank you.”

When Carol returned to the compound, you were there to greet her. “Well hello stranger,” you smiled and held out your hand. She took it and you brought her into a hug. She dropped her duffle bag to the floor and wrapped her arms around your waist. Your hands found a place on the back of her neck. Her touch didn’t hurt. She felt like home again. “What was that for?” She asked, pulling away so she could look at you.

“Just missed you,” you played with the baby hairs on the back of her neck. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you bite your lip, suddenly feeling nervous. You felt her rub small circles on your hips to ease your nerves.

“Can I kiss you?” She smiled.

“Yes,” she nodded. You felt your heart beating as you closed the distance and your lips touched hers. Her lips were soft against your lips. She didn’t control the kiss or try to dominate it like other people you’ve kissed. She let you set the pace. You ended it, pulling away slightly so that you could still feel her breath against your lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered against her lips.

“Why are you thanking me?” She asked.

“For being patient with me.”

“Oh baby girl,” you liked when she called you that. She placed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I’ll wait for you because honestly, I don’t want anyone else.” You smiled, reconnecting your lips with hers. This time you felt her hands tighten on your hips but still didn’t force you. This woman was going to be the death of you.

“You told me that you just wanted me to talk to you,” you said. “I wasn’t ready then but I am now.”

“Okay,” she kissed your cheek. “Whatever you feel comfortable telling me. I won’t force you,” you laughed, shaking your head. “What’s so funny?” She had a confused look on her face.

“I just don’t know what I did in life to deserve you,” she chuckled.

“That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing,” you grabbed her hand and led her back into the compound. It was hard for your brain to let you believe that you deserve anything good, beautiful, and light because of how much darkness you endured. But even after the darkest nights and the strongest rain storms - the sun will shine again.

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Smile At Me For Once - (Attoye)

I finally got the motivation to write Attoye again! I figured I’d do a few warm ups again, by writing out little prompts that have been living rent free in my mind while working on the next chapters of my fics. Enjoy! :)

p.s. this isn’t set in the Sun and the Sky AU. It’s just post-BPWF, after a treaty has been signed.

Since the treaty was signed between Wakanda and Talokan, little workshops were being held between the two nations to give the people opportunities to learn new skills and build friendships.

Okoye had been very eager to sign up for a few artsy and combat workshops. The midnight angel was hopeful to learn some new ways to kick ass but also embrace this foreign culture. Throughout the entire cultural exchange, she had been very openminded about it all until she had crossed paths with Attuma in a sparring workshop where they played a rougher version of hot potato mixed with floor hockey using a weaker water bomb and wooden spears.

Essentially, you had an unknown number of hits to get the ball in a goal.

If it explodes while you’re maneuvering it around, you’re out until your team scores a goal.

It was a fun game that really boosted everyone’s morale but seeing Attuma and Okoye go against each other while their teammates sat on the bench with bated breaths really got everyone invested.

The man had used every chance he had to be near her, trying his hardest to start a conversation as he maneuvered around her. Through mean mugs and stank eyes, Attuma refused to leave her side. Even causing his team to lose a couple of rounds until she made it clear that she only wished to kick his ass.

Attuma understood that as, ‘I will only respect you if you defeat me or lose to me after giving your all.’

Okoye left the workshop sore, wet, and tattered while Attuma watched her retreat with a bruised grin and blood-filled rebreather.

He had managed to win a few rounds, but he played nastier than she ever wished to discuss or think about after today.

It wasn’t even nasty in a dishonorable cheating manner.

He just played without mercy or restraint or any sense of personal space. This resulted in Okoye having to literally fight for her life or peel him off of her.

There were moments where the wind had been knocked out of her and other moments where Attuma had sent her flipping across the field. He’d always be there to break her falls though, unintentionally groping her during inspections that often ended with gentle touches and the occasional Band-Aid.

Okoye never complained out loud though.

If he wanted to be rough, she could be just as rough.

She had been successful enough to knock him down a few times, but it always left her muscles screaming at how much strength it required to send the blue titan into the muddy earth.

Once she claimed the final victory, earning cheers from her team, Okoye left. She could feel Attuma’s gaze on her back, but she refused to turn around.

She was a wounded cat, desperate to lick her wounds in private.

“Um...Okoye...why did Attuma pin you down like that-”

“-Because he is an idiot.”

“Well, you look like you had fun.” Aneka grinned.

“Do I look like I had fun?” Okoye turned to glare at her friend.

“Well, now you don’t.” She pouted.

“I hope I never have another workshop with that man present.”

“Eh? Why?”

Okoye’s eyes burned into the midnight angel, forcing her to lift her hands in surrender.

“I’ll be quiet.”

“Good.”

Aneka remained quiet as they left the muddy field.

Okoye’s wish of not seeing Attuma had been granted by Bast temporarily.

She’d gone to weaving workshops, cooking workshops, and even carving workshops without seeing Attuma.

It was all going well until she went to the painting workshop that was being led by the king of Talokan.

She should have known Attuma had been praying to Chaac to see her when the sky opened and dropped an ocean’s load of rain.

The downpour was relentless as it soaked her clothes and pebbled her skin, scolding her until she moved faster.

Sandaled feet carried her towards the citadel and down a gilded hallway before she entered the workshop room that was at the beginning of a well-lit corridor.

Rain dripped from her eyelashes as her eyes scanned the room, eager to find a seat without disrupting the class.

Attuma was the only one sitting by himself in the back, while the king paced the front of the room, talking about a painting he had created.

Namor seemed fixated on the painting he had done while he talked, so now was the best time to go.

She gritted her teeth and mouthed a slew of curses as she took off her shoes and tip toed to the empty seat next to the warrior.

Dark brown eyes locked onto her as she quietly pulled out the chair and sat down, successfully making her way in without Namor noticing.

Attuma breathed out a single word.

“In ba’ate’el.” (Warrior.)

But this time, it made her skin feel warm as it fell from his covered lips.

It had somehow gone from something he called her out of respect to perhaps a term of endearment. A nickname between foes to something Okoye refused to acknowledge.

Attuma accepted her glare as a warm welcome before sliding her a few pieces of paper.

“I.” He gently touched his chest. “Write.” He pointed at the papers.

She glanced at the papers apprehensively before taking them when she realized they contained details on the culture behind today’s workshop. Little fun facts and important moments of Talokanil history written neatly in English.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed by his act of kindness.

It was clear that whatever his king had written on the board had been duplicated neatly- just for her.

He stared at her, patiently waiting for an ounce of praise.

“Thanks.”

He allowed his lips to curl upward behind his rebreather before he refocused on the speaking king.

Her eyes moved forward too, watching the king pause to put down a piece of paper.

“Alright. Now that we’ve covered the history, let’s jump into today’s craft.” Namor smiled. “Today, you will be working in pairs to create a mural of each other. In Talokan, we keep our culture strong by spilling our history into our art. We tell stories, sing songs, weave tapestries, write music, carve statues, and paint grand murals to record the past. Then, each generation adds to it. This makes our art better and the culture richer.” He lifted up a large painting. “Here is a small example I whipped together for this class. Here we have Chaac leading our priest to the plant that helped our ancestors move to the sea.”

He began to repeat himself, speaking in his mother tongue.

Her ears were able to pick up a handful of words to verify it, but she eventually tuned him out as she took in the large painting.

Namor was talented.

Talented felt like a small word.

An insult almost.

His painting skills were known to be amongst the greatest between both nations, so it made sense that he was leading this workshop. However, seeing his craft in person truly left the group speechless.

The mural was detailed, swirling with various cool tones.

Somber ceruleans, rich viridians, and regal violets.

Sprinkles of sand and clay browns as painted hands reached for a plant that floated down from a watching deity.

Everything was outlined with obsidian and highlighted with white and lighter cool tones.

He pointed at each component of the painting before looking up at everyone. “The story is clear that this is how Talokan came to be.” He put the painting down. “I want you all to work together to make a story about the two of you and paint it. At the end of this workshop, you all will present it to the group.”

He repeated himself once more in Yucatec Mayan before he moved forward to start handing out materials. “If you have any questions for me, please do not hesitate to ask. We have three hours to work on this, so please pour out your creativity and make something beautiful and meaningful with your partner.”

Okoye recoiled at the word ‘partner’ as he began his final translation.

Attuma on the other hand was elated.

His eyes moved to the woman beside him, drinking in her soaked attire.

He was used to seeing her in uniform, but today she was wearing a cropped orange and yellow blouse that tied in the front with a floor length orange and red skirt that moved like lava whenever she walked. She was heavily accessorized with golden bangles, a gold idzila, and a few jade waist beads.

Before he could take in anymore of her beauty, she snapped her red polished fingers in front of his face, sporting a scowl she always wore around him.

He blinked and she sighed before moving forward to place a kimoyo bead in his ear.

The world sounded foreign until she tapped her bracelet and looked up at him curiously.

“Do you understand me?”

He blinked before nodding slowly. “Yes. Can you understand me?”

She nodded. “Yes. Technology.” She offered jokingly before leaning back. “So, we need to tell a story. Let’s make some draft sketches of the mural and then pick the best one.”

“Ok.” He nodded. “Do you want to work separately, or do you want to work together on these drafts?”

“Separately.”

“Ok.”

“Let’s regroup in twenty minutes.” She tapped her kimoyo beads to set a timer.

“Ok.”

He watched her grab a piece of scrap paper and begin to doodle before doing the same.

Every few minutes, he would glance at her, stare at her longingly, get scolded, and refocus on his work.

By the time the twenty minutes was up, he had twenty drafts and she had four.

“I’m surprised you have so many.”

“I’d probably have more if you didn’t yell at me so much.”

“It is difficult to do my task with a creep staring holes into my head.”

“I’m not a creep. I was referencing your features. Your face has to be a part of the mural.”

She gave him a pointed look before she began to lay out her drafts. “Well, let’s see what we’ve got.”

He nodded before laying out his drafts.

He had drawn Okoye twenty times, each one slightly lewder than the first time.

Okoye on the other hand had drawn both of them, taking inspiration from Namor’s style as she drew out different tales from different battles, they’d fought each other in.

There was depth and details and a story.

Everything that was supposed to be there but was missing in Attuma’s work.

He could draw, but nothing he created told a story.

It didn’t capture anything more than the curve of her breasts and ass- amidst the vibrancy of her eyes and fierce scowl she always wore around him.

Very similar to the one she wears now.

“What do you think?” He smiled warmly at her.

“Attuma, you are talented...” She started. “...but you lack the ability to write a story. In fact, you drew me explicitly in every draft.”

“The way I have drawn you is not offensive to my people. Is it offensive to yours?”

“No, but I am more than my tits and ass.”

“Would it look better if I added myself?”

“Why-” She pinched the bridge of her nose to compose herself. “Quality over Quantity. Have you ever heard that phrase before?”

He thought it over. “Not exactly like that...”

“But you understand what I mean, yes?”

“Could you explain?”

“You have nothing more to offer to this idea besides explicit doodles of me. Although the doodles look nice, it’s the same thing... which means you’ve basically given only one idea.” She held up an index finger. “One idea that can’t be used or enjoyed by anyone because there’s no story or lore or creativity behind it.”

“But you are beautiful.”

“Right, but that’s not the theme of this mural. People will get tired of seeing the same thing over and over again. If I showed someone the same doodle twenty times, under the façade that it was something new each time, they’d grow sick of me. Which is why I’m disappointed with your drafts… beyond the obvious explicitness.” She shot him a look as he listened attentively. “We have to be innovative and creative. Just because it has Attuma and Okoye in it, doesn’t mean it’s good. Especially if it’s just the same thing over and over and over again. Whatever we present has to be new and additive to the story we’re trying to tell and something we’re proud of. We have to present this at the end, you know. It should be something of good quality. Something I would want to hang up in my living room and read books under.”

“Then let’s look at your ideas.” He tilted his head. “Maybe I can help draw one of those in a rough draft before we work on the mural.” He offered a small smile. “Whatever we make, I want it to make you happy.”

Okoye nodded as she looked away shyly. “Ok.”

Her four drafts were amazing, each blending the cultures of Wakanda and Talokan to create an ornate mural.

The first one centered around Bast and Chaac blessing her and Attuma in combat as they fought on a bridge.

The second portrayed a midnight angel descending on a warrior adorned with the head of a hammerhead shark, pointing her spear with a vow of sending him off to his ancestors.

The third centered around her kicking Attuma off the sea leopard and into the sea.

The fourth centered around Attuma pointing down at Okoye while she stood underneath an aircraft, holding a child close.

She spent a few minutes explaining each doodle before waiting for Attuma to pick one to work on.

He stared at each doodle with great focus before picking up the third one. “This one.”

She looked at it. “Why?”

“In that moment, we truly became equals.”

“You looked down on me before I kicked you off that ship?”

“No, but the fire in your eyes burned the brightest that day.” He smiled fondly at the doodle. “It makes me wish we had never been enemies.” His smile dropped. “Perhaps you wouldn’t glare at me as much.”

Okoye stared at him as they sat in silence for a minute or two.

“I glare at everyone.” She huffed under her breath, ignoring how his eyes brightened as she looked away.

“I will keep that in mind and not be offended by your angry gaze.”

“Yeah.” She dismissed him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable by her attempt at comforting him. “How long do you need to add your own style to it?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Ok.” She set another timer. “I’ll start making paint swatches, so we know what colors we want to use.”

“Ok.”

The pair worked quietly on their parts of the project before regrouping when the timer went off.

Okoye looked the doodle over, while Attuma waited patiently for her feedback.

“This looks good to me.” She looked over the patterns he included to add more dimension to the mural. He even cleaned up the design of her characters, being mindful to not erase the notes of her culture she had woven throughout the design.

There were a few creative differences incorporated, but it was definitely something she wouldn’t mind hanging on her living room wall if everything turned out great in the end.

“Can we start working on the sheet of canvas now?”

“I think so.” Okoye nodded. “You can draw the outline and then I’ll paint it.”

“Do a rough draft of what colors you want to use on the draft I just finished while I work.” He glanced up at her. “I don’t want to be in your way when you’re painting.”

“Ok.”

Attuma took a deep breath as he lifted the roll of canvas and rolled it out on the floor. Azure fingers began to spread out the dense material before he grabbed a piece of charcoal and got to work.

Nimble fingers skillfully mixed different colors of paint on a palette before pressing themselves into the wet paint.

She stamped her finger into the areas to denote where each color would go, occasionally going over colors with something different when it didn’t look how she wanted.

Once she was satisfied with her work, Okoye dried her fingers off on a rag and turned back to face Attuma with curious eyes.

At some point while she was working, he had pulled his hair up into a messy bun, failing to catch every single fly away.

His brows were furrowed in concentration while his hands moved with precision and accuracy across the canvas.

Upon closer inspection, it dawned on her that Attuma wasn’t dressed in his usual uniform.

He had on a long jade skirt that complimented his many piercings and a thick band of cream cloth that wrapped around his waist twice before trailing a line diagonally up and over his shoulder.

He didn’t even have his headdress on.

He instead wore a viridian and a cream feather tucked behind his ear with a few shark teeth charms attached to the handful of braids that had been neatly done throughout his hair.

At a quick glance, he looked like a sculpture of a deity who was heavily invested in something.

He was some sort of sea god or water god.

Enchanting her like a siren, luring a pirate out to his demise.

His gaze lifted to meet hers for a moment before he lifted his brow in curiosity.

“Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“You’re staring.”

“I just wanted to make sure I mixed the right shade of blue for your skin.”

“You can do swatches of paint on my back to test it out if you want.”

“No need.” She turned around, flustered, and ashamed that she had been caught.

Attuma chuckled softly as he refocused on his work.

Once he was done, he got up and leaned over her, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“It’s your turn, warrior.”

“Okoye.”

“Hm?”

“My name is Okoye.”

“My apologies. It is your turn, Okoye.”

She offered a small nod before getting up and retreating to the floor.

“Is this okay?” She held up her rough draft.

“It’s perfect.”

“Ok.”

Attuma sat at the table and watched her begin to paint, being extra careful to be neat with each stroke.

Time moved slowly as Okoye worked.

He watched her every move quietly, being mindful not to gawk or make her uncomfortable.

If he was a water god, then she was a goddess of fire.

Beautiful opposites that could destroy one another if not careful but be steamy if allowed to mix.

Okoye could feel him staring but decided not to acknowledge it.

Once she was done painting, Attuma sat back down to finish outlining and highlighting the mural before they signed the bottom right corner.

The pair stepped back to admire their work, covered in smudges of charcoal and a few flecks of paint.

“We’re done.” Okoye breathed out.

“Mhm.”

“We did it.”

“We did.”

“Alright.” Namor spoke up. “While some of you add the finishing touches to your mural, let’s start presenting so that we can clean up and go.” His eyes scanned the room. “Do I have any volunteers?”

Okoye kept her hand down, but Attuma raised his hand.

Her eyes burned into the warrior as Namor grinned.

“Great! Attuma and Okoye will be our first presenters.” He waved them forward. “Come to the front and discuss the lore of your mural.”

Okoye sighed as she helped Attuma lift their mural and carry it to the front of the room.

Gasps filled the air as everyone took in the painting.

The painting was mostly various hues of blue, teal, and gold.

An unmasked midnight angel, striking Attuma into the waves with fire in her eyes.

Instead of painting a ship or an actual sea leopard, a large black panther was painted fighting with a feathered sea serpent in the sea.

The people of Wakanda were denoted by small purple panther cubs clinging to the panther’s back and the people of Talokan were denoted by small jade serpents trying to move up K’uk’ulkan’s back.

Attuma explained it all in Yucatec Mayan first before Okoye spoke in Xhosa.

He removed the kimoyo bead in his ear to relish in the sound of her explaining things in her own mother tongue.

It was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

Her lips stopped moving as her dark brown eyes moved to meet his.

She looked him over as the sound of clapping and soft cheers filled the air.

It all became background noise the moment she smiled at Attuma.

His skin purpled as she parted her lips to say, “Dios bo’otik.” (Thank you.)

“In k’áatech.” (I love you.) He breathed out.

“Huh?”

“Mixba’al.” (You’re welcome.) He spoke up as his blush deepened.

“Ah.” Okoye laughed softly as she looked away.

“That was a brilliant presentation you two! Thank you for volunteering to share first.” Namor beamed at them.

“Thank Attuma.” She jutted a thumb at the General before taking the mural from him. “I just wanted some art for my home.”

Attuma watched her quietly, drinking in all the joy that crossed her face before looking at his king with wide eyes when he snapped his fingers.

He arched a brow before realizing he was gawking at Okoye again.

Namor only shook his head as Attuma retreated and chuckled. “Alright, who’s next?”

The End

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b4rbi3l4nd · 1 year

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SOS — last night i cried

TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON THE PAST 2 CHAPTERS. This chapter is a bit shorter because it is a follow up to the last chapter but dw y'all, expect a new chapter to be out by Thursday. It's currently Tuesday where I'm at LMAO. Please keep supporting 'SOS', I'm lowkey having fun writing this and dw y'all, the smut is coming soon, you just gotta wait 😭Also btw, I DELETED the other part so yeah y'all LMAO, I combined it together. Also, thank ALL of you for the support on "SOS", I LOVE YOU ALLL

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GIF by mandalor-din

series summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

episode summary: shuri is starting to feel like you're seducing her and you decide to play into her game. might as well make it fun while you're here right? wrong. shuri has finally lost her cool with you and demands you out of wakanda but as you discover a shocking truth about her "beloved" girlfriend, things take a turn for the worst

genre: ANGST, slow, slow, slow burn

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: mature dialogue, cursing, this is a series. you are currently looking at the second/third chapter of the series, please go to my profile to read the previous chapters before continuing (if you haven't read the other chapters yet, if so, please continue)

taglist: @yvxmpire, @sweetalittleselfish-honey, @xxmilli, @queenofsimpsblog, @ziayamikaelson, @shuriislut, @atssukoo, @widowmakker, @cuddl3s4shur1

proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

word count: girl idfk

inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'SOS' — SZA

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You blinked twice before waking up abruptly and looking around. You were still in Wakanda. You sighed, touching your head before looking on your bed, you bonnet laying peacefully.

"Of course, no matter how tight I make you, you still love to wrestle off my head." You mutter to yourself as you yawn and check your phone to look at the time. 12 PM.

Squinting your eyes, you feel like you're forgetting something but brush it off. You get out of bed and stretch before looking in the mirror. You were wearing a black shirt that went just right below your tummy. Underneath was your white lingerie set, complete with the knee-high laced socks with ribbons. You fixed your bonnet back on your head before walking over to your mini kitchen.

You fixed yourself a cup of coffee before leaning over the counter, looking through your phone, and taking small sips.

How peaceful.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" A voice came from behind you as your door swung open, almost breaking down.

"EYYYY..." you voice out starting to yell before you look and see who it was, Shuri.

"What the hell dude?! It's 12 in the morning." You start, motioning at the door.

"12 in the morning, 12 in the fucking morning, in the AFTERNOON you mean. I TOLD YOU I NEEDED YOU AT 10, SHARP!" She shouted, abruptly, causing you to drop your cup of coffee.

"That's what I was forgetting.." You sigh, putting your hands on your hips, looking away and then back at Shuri who seemed to have quieted down now. She slowly walked into the room, closing the door behind her quietly, her eyes fixated on everywhere but your face.

She looked you up and down, mostly focusing on your hips and the way your hands rolled over your curves. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Hello?" You say, breaking her out of her trance.

She looked back at you, the anger still on her face. She pointed a finger at you, making you put your hands up.

"I invite you to my country and you just...you just.." Her voice trailed off as she noticed more of the lingerie under your shirt showing when you raised up your arms.

"Just..get dressed and meet me in the lab or you're fired!" She says, turning around. She paused, taking a deep breath before walking out of the room, and slamming the door behind her.

"What's got her panties in a twist..?" You look down at the mess at your feet and carefully pick up the glass, throwing it away.

After finally cleaning up, you got cleaned and dressed. You but on a white bodycon dress that revealed some cleavage...I mean...a lot. Like Ramonda-type cleavage that Namor was highkey eyeing down. You fixed your hair, putting it in a slick back ponytail at the back, your long curls sitting pretty behind you as you brought out 2 strands at the side and fixed your edges.

Putting on matching pumps, you grabbed your phone and left your apartment in the palace to the lab. As soon as you entered, the voice spoke again, causing you to slightly jump, placing a hand on your chest.

"My queen, an unknown woman has entered the lab."

"I heard, Griot." Shuri said, not even looking over to your way, talking to another woman.

You pulled down your dress before walking up the stairs to see a younger woman there. Her hair was in cornrow braids and she looked around 19-20?

"DAMN." She said as soon as you appeared into view. The American accent catches your ears. Ugh, Americans.

"I'm sorry, it's just wow. I haven't seen a good-looking girl around here yet."

"That's an inappropriate work outfit." Shuri said, looking at you in eyes with nothing but hatred.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, ignoring Shuri before you raised your eyebrow at her. "Who are you?"

"Oh I'm Riri." She said, putting a hand out as you shook her head.

"I see, you're the one who took up my old office."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know. They were using it as a closet space before me, my bad."

Your grip on her hand unconsciously tightened as your smile became less genuine and more so agitated. As a small 'ow' left her mouth, you quickly left go of her hand and tilted your head. "It's alright, don't worry. I won't be here long anyway."

"Why? Aren't you Wakandan?"

You didn't say anything and just turned to Shuri who surprisingly had not added any snarky remarks. She just looked away from you, going back to her work.

You turned back to Riri. "You wouldn't mind showing me what you guys are working on would you?"

"Of course not! Come on,"

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Your heels sounded through the hallway as you walked towards the throne room. Your hair was in a tight afro puff on your head, your reading glasses lowered slightly on my face, it normally happened when you were working. Stacks of papers with calculations and blueprints occupied my hands as well.

You paused when you heard quiet mumbling and slowly shuffled over to the door. Nosy. As you peeked through the door, you saw Shuri and Riri talking.

“I don’t even know why, I shouldn’t even be feeling this way.” Shuri sighed, defeated

“It takes more than 4 years and a side bitch to move on from someone you shared all those special connections to yknow?” You heard Riri say.

Are they talking about me? You leaned in closer and put your ear to the door to listen in closely.

“Malia is not a side piece Riri, don't call her that, she might become my queen one day" Shuri warned as you rolled my eyes.

"Yea...okay." Riri said sounding unamused.

"So if you love Lia so much? Why are you having thoughts about ripping the clothes off your ex and fucking her in front of the window?" Riri voiced out causing your eyes to widen as you practically choked on oxygen.

"Eyyy....not so loud, someone might hear you."

Too late, you already did.

"And no, you're twisting my words. I never said I wanted to indulge in any sexual activities with her. I just said-"

"You literally ripped me from my work to tell me you're 100% sure she's trying to seduce, be for real 'your honor'" Riri folded her arms as I raised my eyebrow.

"I didn't say that either. I'm just saying that she never dressed like that before when we used to date. I mean, ever since she got here, all she's worn is bodycon dresses that leave little to no imagination to what her breasts look like...and the lingerie." Shuri added, sounding embarrassed that she was discussing this. "Like who is she trying to impress? The elders?"

Tell that to your girlfriend.

"Maybe she just gained confidence after breaking up with you." Riri suggested, putting her hands on her hips. "Look, if you want her so much then have her, if you don't then...don't. You're the queen of Wakanda, don't disturb my life with your girl problems please."

"I don't have..." Shuri paused almost as if she realized something and then I watched as her fists balled up and anger fixed on the face that was once embarrassed. "I don't even know why I'm stressing over her. She left me, she's an asshole."

You stopped listening after that, your eyebrows furrowing at that. Yeah, yeah go ahead and tell everyone I'm an asshole when all I wanted was my girlfriend to look at me as more than an annoying piece of distraction. Gosh.

You looked down at your papers, she had to sign some of them. If she's so convinced you're trying to seduce her, then might as well right? She doesn't know who she's messing with.

You took the pen from your ear and hung it on your dress with the back. Right next to your cleavage. Hmph. I'll make this harder for her than she thinks.

You take a few quiet steps back before walking towards the door, opening the door to the throne room. The noise caused the two women to look up.

"Wow, you have amazing timing." Riri said as she looked between you and Shuri slightly.

She looked at you with pure hatred in her eyes, almost as if the whole conversation you just listened to didn't happen. You sigh and look at her sternly.

"Miss Udaku, I brought my calculations and blueprints of the dehydration machine like you asked." You say, handing the papers to her. "All you have to do is sign here to approve.."

She barely skimmed through the papers before shaking her head and looking away and saying no. "This won't work, do it again."

"I've done these calculations like 15 times because you weren't satisfied, this isn't basic math you know that right?" Your eyes widened slightly.

You didn't eat breakfast for this. You missed lunch for this. While you've been in the lab slaving away, Malia had no problem posting the picnic date Shuri took her on, as well as all the food they got on the way. Ugh seeing her smug smile on your phone screen made you lose my appetite.

"Holy shit, this is like 40 pages of calculations," Riri said, looking through the stapled papers you had presented. "And the blueprint. I think this looks goo-"

"You think." Shuri cut her off. "You don't know. I am queen and I know how to properly defend my country.

"No one said you didn't." You cut her off.

"I've been handling Wakandan tech for all my life." She started again as you rolled my eyes.

"So have I. I know what I'm talking about." You say again, looking her dead in the eye.

Shuri took a deep breath like she was about to smack you before looking around. "Pen." She said signaling to both you and Riri to see if you both had pens.

You ran your hands along the side of your dress before looking away. If she wants the pen, she's gonna have to get it herself.

It took a few moments but then you felt the movement of a hand above your cleavage area. She was reaching for the pen. You breathed in, causing my chest to rise. Her hand did more than graze over your cleavage at that point, it almost grabbed a fist full of it.

She immediately realized and darted her hand away, grabbing the pen while doing so.

You turned around to see her looking down at the papers more flustered than ever. You scoffed under my breath.

"Fine, here. Approved, now leave." She said, not even looking up at me. You took the papers but then paused.

"You can keep the pen, I have plenty more."

You turn around on my heel before exiting the throne room just in time to hear Riri go

"What the hell was that?!"

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"HA!" you sighed as you got the last hit on one of the Dora Milage warriors before sighing.

"She still has the moves." Okoye teased as all the warriors, including the one you just beat in the sparring, praised and clapped for you.

You steadied your breathing before smiling and moving your hair to the side. You had changed out of your work outfit and you were in a white cropped tank top with black basketball shorts and sneakers.

You twisted the spear in your hand before placing it in the ground, causing another wave of applause.

"Thank you, thank you" You joked, laughing. But your face soon dropped as soon as you hear a voice behind you.

"Why is she here?"

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head so hard that it hurt. Of course, she trained with the Dora Milage. You sighed and picked up your spear turning around as Okoye talked on your behalf.

"I know you guys don't like each other but please, this is a training area so please just keep the pettiness out of the room?"

You fix the low ponytail at the back of your head, smoothening out your hair with your hand. You eyed her up and down, taking in her uniform. She was dressed similarly to you in a crop top and shorts but her tattoos really highlighted her body in the best way possible. You can tell she was training by herself for a bit because her hair was a bit wet. From her toned abs to her posture, everything about her was just so...attractive.

"Again, why is she here?" She asked again, not even bothering to look at you.

Way to turn somebody off.

You look away as your mother stepped up.

"My queen, Y/N is just training with us for now. She has always been in the front lines of Wakanda and with this war with Namor-"

"She will not be fighting in the front lines and that's final." Shuri says almost too quickly making every surprised.

"By my queen."

"No."

At first, you looked away, hiding a smile. It reminded of you of when she would always hold you and beg you not to go into battle because she was always afraid of you hurting yourself. She used to be so sweet, especially towards you. Memories of you guys working on lab tech and laughing away together filled your mind but before you could get lost in it, the argument quickly pulled you away from your thoughts.

"The only reason she was brought back here was to help with the calculations. I don't need any more useless bodies dropping out there."

"Wow." was all you could voice. What she said was hurtful and you're not going to lie. Even when you guys were breaking up, you never degraded her. No wait, that's a lie.

Your face expression tightened as your mother looked at Shuri full of rage like she was about to kill the only remaining queen of Wakanda. She does not play about you, which is why both you and Okoye had to put a hand on her shoulder to move her away from Shuri.

Shuri looked at you with hatred in her eyes, like you were the one that killed her family.

"You know what, you don't even belong here."

"What's got you so mad?" You ask, offended. She wasn't so angry when you say her about 2 hours ago. Was it a thing with Malia?

"You've overstayed your welcome. Now leave."

"Wakanda? My home?" You asked out of disbelief, there's no way. You haven't even been back over to visit your tribe yet or the marketplace.

"No. The country you left years ago. The country that you abandoned." She said coldly turning away. "I don't like repeating myself. Leave."

"No! You have no right to kick me out of my rightful home, are you crazy?! I'M ALLOWED TO BE HERE!"

"Shuri, maybe we should all calm down before making hash decisions..." Okoye said, stepping in for you.

"I AM YOUR QUEEN!" Shuri turned around angrily, suddenly raising her voice at everyone. "WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT I WANT AND WHAT I WANT IS HER GONE, NOW. LEAVE!" She said, yelling at you, towering over you again.

You sniffed as tears in your eyes began to fall, her expression never changing. "Fuck you, real shit." You push her away and angrily walk out of the training area.

As you walked through the palace hallways, you began to sob uncontrollably. The last time you left, you weren't the one sobbing like this. You almost dropped to your knees, You had to hold onto the doors. You hadn't been back here for 4 years, all the nostalgia hitting...you at least wanted to visit your dad..and T'Challa.

You missed their funerals because you were too hardheaded to come back over here. "I didn't even get to bury them...and now I can't even say goodbye." You choke out, wiping your tears which were soon replaced with tears of rage.

Your eyes turned red as every bone in your body felt like they were on fire. You were taking deep breaths as that moment replayed in your head. You just wanted to throw her across the room and rip out every fucking bone in her body.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice from behind you said.

You quickly recognized her as Malia.

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you." You roll my eyes, dismissing her.

She kept pestering you though. "You're going to have to start referring to me as your princess...queen. You know that right?" It's almost as a small chuckle left her mouth.

This bitch.

"But seriously though. Are you okay?"

"I SAID GO AWAY." You turned around rapidly, moving your hand in a swift motion. Immediately, she went flying across the wall, hitting her back on a pillar hard and sliding down, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

Fuck, it happened again.

"SHITTTTT" You heard another voice speak out as your head turned around swiftly.

It was Riri, she had her hand on her mouth as she held a phone in her free hand, the camera facing you. She just caught you on fucking video.

"Delete that footage!" You said, starting to walk towards her when your foot hit an object. You looked down, noticing it was Malia's phone.

You noticed she was texting someone under the contact name "Daddy 💞." You were about to ignore it until you saw Shuri's name in their conversation.

You squinted your eyes, picking up the phone as you looked at the picture for the contact.

"No fucking way."

You scroll through the messages as fast as you can, seeing a bunch of pictures of her and her father who you're CERTAIN you've seen from somewhere before.

Namor.

"Ain't no fucking way, this has to be a joke, a set up."

But it's true, pictures of her when she was little, pictures of them underwater together. They were definitely not taken on a phone but it was definitely them.

"God this idiot was seriously going to marry the daughter of her enemy.."

"MALIA!" Shuri shouted as you turned around to be met with her squatting, eyes wide open at her girlfriend's unconscious body. A bunch of Dora Milage warriors looking at it and then everyone turned to you.

"I DIDN'T TOUCH HER, I SWEAR!"

Which was technically true. You didn't but she did.

"Arrest her."

The warriors were hesitant at first until Shuri screamed on the top of her lungs.

"ARREST HER!"

Your mother and Okoye looked at you with tears in their eyes as they approached you.

"Mom.."

As they tried to capture you, you slipped away from their grip, shaking your head.

You darted down the hallway as a chase ensued. You heard Okoye calling for more warriors through her kimoyo beads.

They were on your tail. You quickly turned around a hallway to see more warriors waiting for you. You turned around when the original warriors had you cornered.

You looked to your left, darting down through a hallway and then up multiple flight of stairs, Malia's phone tucked into your pocket tightly.

You made it over to the hallway where the apartments were and rushed into yours. Taking deep breaths, you turned around as a small group of warriors cornered you. You start taking steps backwards, them taking steps forward.

"I didn't touch her."

They didn't seem to listen and as you kept backing away, you felt your body almost fall through the open window.

"Shit!"

"Y/N!" Your mother cried out as she took slow steps towards you.

"Baby, step away from the window please, we can talk it all out with Shuri, figure it all out."

"Y/N, you're going to hurt yourself please." Okoye pleaded with your mom.

Another Dora Milage warrior suddenly darted towards you with handcuffs, causing you to slip and fall.

"Y/N!"

You closed your eyes momentarily before you couldn't open them anymore.

I cried, I cried, and I cried.

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How does it feel?

Warnings: first kiss, fluff, shy reader and shuri

Warning Nr. 2: Hey guys, it's been some time, but I still gotta give you a little disclaimer: English is not my first language, so I apologize for typos or mistakes in advance. Have fun, though<3

Summary: You and Shuri are love sick for each other but too stupid to confess their feelings, so when Shuri asks the reader for kisstraining, they both kind of get lost even more

"Can you be serious for one second?!"

"I am"

"Ur not"

"Urrrrrrrrrr not"

"(Y/N)!!"

"Sorry, it's just cute how cringed out you are."

"I am not, now shut up. I have to focus"

If somebody would've told you four weeks ago that the princess of Wakanda would ask you to be her first kiss as "training," you would've probably never believed it.

But you know her since almost one year, and this should honestly not surprise you. It all started with some silly games.

2 weeks prior

I wake up to the sun shining on my face and birds chriping outside my window. I live about 5 minutes from my office, so I can always wake up 10 minutes before I actually have to get up and get out. Lucky me can't eat breakfast cause I get sick when I eat in the morning. Shuri doesn't like that characteristic about me, which is why she often brings me a sandwich at about 9 a.m.

It's pretty sweet actually, she gets up a little earlier every morning to make me a tomato mozarella sandwich even though she is vegan and doesn't enjoy breakfast that much either. Shuri...

The thought about her makes me smile as I stretch and slip on my white crop top paired with a brown skirt and my Converse. Nakia, Okoye, Ramonda, and pretty much everyone else in Wakanda is obsessed with Mine and Shuris friendship or how they like to call it "situationship." They believe that for the moment we are best friends but in the future they will throw rice on our wedding. I don't mind at all when they bring up their shipping theories or new Shipnames in private with me but not with Shuri in the same room. She is not homophobic or disgusted by love she is just... awkward? Let's call it just Shuri! She gets flustered and disregards the topic as soon as someone brings it up. Even if it was harmless. I don't know how she feels or what she thinks about me. I just know that she is my best friend... my very handsome bestie...that has sexy tattoos, but that is besides the point!

Yes, of course I fell for her. I mean, how could you not. In the beginning, we weren't that close because I am the spiritual auntie in town while she is the engineer smartie. Weirdest combo ever. But in the end, with many convos and a lot of "you need to find friends your age Shuri"s from Ramonda. Bless her. She finally let me in and has ever since never let me go. We do pretty much everything together. While I mix some new tea, she falls asleep in my lab, or I fall asleep on her shoulder while she is working on new improvements. My delulu ass sometimes thinks there is tension or whatever, but I don't want to get my hopes up.

However, let's get to the point of this and how we got here!

I brush my teeth, put on my parfume (that Shuri loves btw) and get on my way. The first thing I hear is a distressed workaholic named Shur.

"No, this needs to go over there Bast!"

"Hey Shuri," her stressed figure turns to me, and she smiles in my direction. after dropping down her weird looking tool, she gives me a long hug, not without complimenting me while rubbing my back in soothing circles.

"You smell so good usana" (told ya) she takes a deep wiff behind my ear where I teasingly placed a huge amount of parfume cause I knew this would happen.

"Why thank you m'lady" we part but I still hold onto her shoulder and I can't surpress a smile cause what I see is like a every day deja vu.

I smooth my finger over her eye brow where big wrinkles found it's way on her forehead.

"That scowl must hurt love, don't ruin your pretty face," and as always, I get the reaction I was hoping for. A sweet lingering smile and a smoothing forehead.

"Hey Sissi" Nakia enters the room and goves me a long hug followed by T'Challa.

"Hey girl you are glowing"

"Same to you girl you look stunning"

T'Challa gives me a sweet smile, and we start chitchatting about god knows what. Okoye eventually joins in, and we all just kind of talk about anything but work. But after some time, more topics came up. I don't even know how it started. I think Nakia was teasing T'Challa about his anti flirting skills, and Okoye brought up that from far away, he used to look like a fish while kissing.

"What are you talking about!"

"It is true, T'Challa, but you got better." He jokingly scowls at his girlfriend but smiles as soon as Nakia gives him a peck.

"Omg, I remember how I caught you two making out in the weaponary room, and you looked like you chocked on some granula." Shuri laughs out loud while telling the story, whike we all laugh with her until-

"What is it with you teasing me Sister, you didn't even have your first kiss yet," he said jokingly, and compared to regular jokes between them, it seemed really harmless, but something in Shuri snapped.

"That's not true!" T'Challa didn't get the hint to shut up, so he was casual about it.

"Your Teddybear doesn't count"

That was enough. Shuri drops her tools and goes out of the room after excusing herself.

Of course, I follow her, and as always, I can find her in front of the blue lake next to the black panther cave.

"Hey you." Shuri turns her head and shamefully looks on the ground.

"Hey"

"What was going on? Are you okay, love?" I sit next to her and nudge her shoulder to show it's okay to talk.

"Yeah, no, i don't know, really,"

"Was it what T'Challa said?"

"It's not like I don't want my first kiss!" She gets up and takes a few laps back and forth before continuing

"I am not perfect, and practice makes better, but what if I suck at it?"

"Suck at what? At something new?" I get up too and take her hands in mine

"Listen, whatever happens, if the other person truly loves you, they don't care, and if they do, then they gotta keep searching. And besides, I didn'thave my first kiss either, and I am more relaxed than ever." I look in her chocolate brown eyes, and she succeeds

"What did I tell you about that frown pretty girl?" I smooth my hand over her brows and she nuzzles her face in my palm.

"Enkosi (Thank you) (Y/N)"

We stayed like that for a little longer until we went back inside

2 weeks later

"(Y/N)!"

Shuri bursts into my room. Panting like crazy and when she finally speaks, I expected everything but this.

"I need to ask you something!"

"Shuri, it is 10 p.m. I could've been sleeping or masturbating!"

At the image of that, Shuri flushes for a second, but enough for you to see it.

"Please don't talk and let me finish"

"Ok ok what is it"

"Do you remember our talk at the river two weeks ago? I couldn't stop thinking about it. Now listen, maybe to get over my fear of messing up. I need to practice...with a person I trust... Do you know what I mean??"

I look at her completely baffled with a hint of anticipation and desperation, and who would I be not to say

"Okay, let's do it"

Present

"I am not now shut up. I have to focus!"

She taked my face in her hand and walked closer to me while putting her other hand on my waist. My hands are really sweaty, but I manage to grasp her elbows, and I look deep into her anxious eyes. I can hear both our hearts pounding so fast that I think it's not healthy and I can smell her. She is so beautiful it breaks my heart, but I can't wait. She licks her lips one last time before slowly getting closer to my face. I can feel her warm breath on my nose, and she closes her eyes. I do the same. And our lips collide. It's so weird that feeling is like you are on drugs. You don't hear, you don't see you, just completely feel the moment. Her lips are softer than pillows, and when she lightly whimbers, I can't take it anymore.

We part, and the first thing I notice is her silly little scowl. Wordlessly, i smooth it down, and she crashes our lips together again. But this time, it is stronger and hungrier. I get cocky and bite down on her lower lip so I can kiss it better in a silent apology. I moan into her mouth, and our tongues are in a erotic battle to fight for dominance. I win and grab her by her curls. My reward is a louder whine for more, and I start kissing down her neck. I kiss every spot until...

"Oh fuck (Y/N)"

Until I foung her sweet spot. I make her melt, and I can't stop. She doesn't intervene either. This is the best moment in my life until griot pops our bubble.

"Princess, Queen Ramonda asks for you presence in the throne room"

Shuri shockingly looks at you, and you can't hel but stammer out incoherent words

"Fuck"

Hey hey babes, I hope you liked my first ever Shuri fanfiction. Requests and feedback is always welcome. The next fanfiction will come tomorrow. Byeee<333

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theattoyearchive · 7 months

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The Queen's Ward

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By Siancore on AO3 (@siancore )

Part 1 of The Alliance Kingdoms series

Featured in Attoye-Week 2023, 1st Kiss Prompt

Rated Mature

This fic is a part of a series, but it is only one chapter long. It's 6,764 words long, and I plan on reading the next few parts to see how Attuma and Okoye's relationship blooms. There are many moments where I can't help but smile or chuckle because of how cute or funny a moment is. I won't spoil what parts, but Siancore did a phenomenal job with this fic!

It all starts with Attuma and Okoye meeting for the first time at a young age. Attuma is the prince of Talokan, and Okoye is the Wakandan Queen's Ward. They're amidst other children who are either young royals or children of powerful diplomats who are all having fun in a courtyard. They're playing their own version of tag, and Attuma catches her, resulting in Okoye falling in a puddle of mud. In retaliation, she throws mud at him, and he laughs. This sparks the start of a beautiful friendship that lasts through distance and time.

After crossing paths a few more times and overcoming their differences in politics, they get to see each other slowly grow up little by little before they're torn apart once more.

This time, they meet again as young adults. Okoye has blossomed into a refined, intelligent beauty who enjoys a good competition and Attuma-? Well, Attuma is smart and strong, and he's really got a stream of ladies eager to marry him. To their dismay, Attuma only has eyes for a certain someone. A certain someone who only sees him as a friend.

Attuma's gaze is like lava dripping down the side of a volcano as they stand in a room with other diplomats. Once they approach, his eyes feel less intense. Something reminiscent of the morning sun. Warm and gentle.

They exchange a stream of banter that can only be described as flirty and playful. Revealing a beautiful rivalry of sorts in which they dare to see who will outdo the other during the Great Games. Unfortunately, Okoye finds out she won't be competing. And to top it all off, there are rumors of Wakanda giving vibranium away to someone else- resulting in Talokan demanding a marriage to reaffirm their alliance. There is no better candidate than Talokan's prince, Attuma, and the Queen's Ward.

Will Okoye agree to this proposal?

You'll have to read to find out!

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livstarlight · 1 year

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In a future hypotetical serene all-funs-and-games time for the Wakanda-Talokan squad where they start a betting game on which disney movie would be Namor's favorite, and the answers would vary from something more obvious like "The Little Mermaid", or a more thought-through answer like "Atlantis", or why not, even "Beauty and the beast" as a joke (" BITCH PLEASE IT'S OBVIOUSLY THAT" "No it's not, Riri")

And Shuri is like "Guys no" but they are obviously not listening to her, until one day she can’t take it anymore and just outright asks him because whatever she is curious too sue her and Namor just looks at her funny and tells her with a shrug that is Moana ("Was it really in question?" "Please just shut up")

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Hi hi

Can you do a Shuri x reader where they are best friends for a long time but never wanted to ruin the friendship but there has been sexual tension for quite some time now and after having a fun day together they go back to the castle and they finally do something about it?. In Shuri's room the reader is being a tease and then the reader instigates a little "game" and then promt no. 5 "Touch me and you lose." comes in. Then, after some time of the reader taunting Shuri finally gives in and f**ks the reader hard and the dialogues "you can take it", "spread your legs wider" and "keep your eyes on me" come in.

I think I lost some of my dignity typing this BUT ANYWAYS-

If you can't that's ok.

Have a great day/night luv🫂💕.

@evermorewest

I am SO sorry this took so long!!! I love your request!

Pairing: Queen Shuri x Female!Reader

You smirked when the queen of Wakanda pinned you against the wall of the lab. "Griot, lock the doors, blackout the windows and make sure no one interrupts us," Shuri said and the ai did as commanded. You bit your lip when you felt her hands over your thighs. You wore a blue sleeveless dress with a double slit on the skirt to show off your bare legs. "You've been teasing me all day, you've lost our game and now you will pay," Shuri smirked and kissed your neck hard.

You arched your back off of the wall and moaned. You ran your hands over her back and grinded your hips against hers. "You are so hasty. Come, you have to earn this." Shuri purred and took you by the hand and led you to one of the lab tables. You lay down on the table and Shuri pressed a button on the table and a machine rolled up between your legs. "Spread your legs wide." Shuri leaned down to nip your ear.

You did so and looked between your legs to realize what kind of machine it was. It was a sex machine with an 8-inch dildo on it. "Keep your eyes on me, gorgeous, this is your punishment for losing." Shuri brushed your hair back. She gestured for you to sit up and undress. You obeyed and took off your bra and panties.

Before you could lay back down, Shuri cupped your breasts and licked your nipples slowly, and pinched your nipples. You let out a sharp gasp and Shuri quickly pinned you down on the table. She moved off of you and walked over to the machine. She turned it on to a slow speed and grabbed some lube to wet it. The machine rolled up right at the edge of the table and you spread your legs again.

Shuri guided the dildo to your entrance and the machine took care of the rest. You let out a gasp as it entered you and Shuri smirked. She stood back and watched the machine fuck you. "Hmm...I think it needs to be faster." The queen smirked and turned the speed up. You looked at Shuri, pleading and she leaned down to kiss your breasts.

"You can take it, my love." The speed increased and you arched your back off of the table. Shuri gripped your hips tightly so the dildo could go deeper. The speed, Shuri's touch, and the thickness of the dildo were too much. You came hard onto the cock. Shuri smirked seeing this and turned the machine off and it pulled out of you. You collapsed onto the table and panted softly.

Shuri cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, "I always win, my love."

Author's Note: Shuri is aged up a little bit here since I wrote her as being the queen, she is 25, reader is between 21-25.

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 1 year

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My Cheerleader 📣

Shuri x Black NBA Fem Cheerleader

Summary: Riri your younger sister is coming to one of your bulls games to see your perform but riri brings a special lady that has eyes for you

Authors Note:this is hella random I lost ideas for a story and came up with this idea .Most likely I was lazy af and didn’t want to grammar and spell check but ENJOY

Part 1: Cheer

Riri’s Pov

Today was my big sisters big day .My Family and I grew up being big fans of the Chicago bulls .My sister was always energetic and a dancer and now she cheers for the Chicago bulls. My sister was a luvabull and I was proud for her. She has been calling me and tell me that she was going to perform at the next Chicago bulls game.An because of that I’m going to surprise her and go see her . Plus I’m taking my friend Shuri to go I decided to ask her when I was in wakanda and she couldn’t make it the first time but now she can. So know shuri can meet more of members in my famiky starting with my sister .I hope shuri likes her as much as I do .

Y/n’s Pov

Today you were going to finally cheer for the Chicago Bulls.you where so excited this took time and effort .People where going to see your efforts come together . You walked into the locker room for the cheerleaders .”Are y’all excited “ you say with so much emotion “YESS my mom are coming to see me “ your friend Alina responded. You were in a Chicago bulls jersey to get ready in .You did it on purpose so no makeup would get on your cheer outfit. You started to do you hair it was a curly 30 inch buss down . You guys had to have it in a half up half Down style for todays game .

You had to do your make up for todays game it was a red firey make up look and too black marks on your checks. “Does my make up look good “ you ask your friend . “Can you do my makeup y/n “ your friend looks at you im guessing my make up looks good . “So my make up is good right “ you ask . “Girl you look to die for “ you friend says you being in to smile.”Alright let’s get started on you “ you explain sitting her down in the chair “

Riri’s Pov

It was almost time to see my sister perform at the bulls gamee!!! This wasn’t my first time seeing her perform. Ever time I see her perform she eat that shit up

. I begin to face time shuri to see if she’s done getting ready .”SHURIII are you almost ready in trying to see my SISTERR” I say hig pitched . “Wait where seeing your sister “ shuri asks me questionably .”Yeah she’s a cheerleader there plus I thought it would be fun for you to meet her “I say smiling . “Your going to like her she is pretty kind and fun “ I say high pitched and taking with my hands . “Oh well I “ shuri says doing her simple make up look “yeah yeah so are you almost done or what-“ I begin to say before I get caught off .”Annnnndddddddd done !” Shuri says as she places her makeup brush done . “Are You like done done or just done with make up “ I begin to say while taking with my hands .”You can come pick me up type if done “shuri says while getting her stuff together . “Alright see you soon “

Y/n’s Pov

You started to practice my cheer so you wouldn’t fuck up on the court . You had to play at the beginning of the game and at the end .

A/N: YOU KNOW I HAD TO DOUBLE ITTT

You made sure your hair was good,your bow was up right,your make up good ,your outfit was on right .All that for your first performance .The coach started to come in “10 MINUTES 10 MINUTES BEFORE YALL GO ON THE COURT “ .You begin to get nervous about it .”You got this your a bad bitch “ you repeat in your head . You take deep breathss and start to zone out .you begin to hear your name muffled .”y/n Y/n Y/N! Come on it’s time to perform.

Riris Pov

We brought some snack to the game due to us knowing we where going to be hungry . “Shuri when you see y/n dance you are going to be flabbergasted “ I say I love hyping up my sister I think to my self. “INTRODUCING THE CHICAGO LUVABULLS “ they say on a speaker . I begin to recored this to show my sister after. “That’s her right there “ I point at one in the front “. they do there dance and cheer and it was clean .A couple minutes after they leave the game starts . “ Shuri did you see my sister and how she ate that “ I say getting excited.”Yeah Yeah” shuri says I’m guessing she thinks about work or something.

Shuri’s Pov

As riri points to who her sister is I begin to look surprised. Due to her sister being the finest one of the team . She is in the front being the center of attention. She held her self up high and performed killer . After her performance she did a small wave for riri to see .she begin to walk off stage with confidence .She was beautiful like really beautiful. Her smile ,Her eyes ,and oh her lips, she was beautiful.Her outfit hugged her curves . All I could think about was her .

Y/n's Pov

When you got off of stage you rushed to your phone. "Hey siri face time ✨🤪💕𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓷💕🤪✨" you say excited . Your sister Riri answered her phone “Why didn’t you tell me you where coming “ you say happily .”It was a suprise duh” she rolls her eyes .”Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me “ you say being funny .”I did roll my eyes and I will do it again “ riri says being funny . “Anyways SIS YOU ATE THAT SHIT UPP” riri says hyping you up.”You know I had to eat it up “ you say while smiling . “Oh yeah I brought my friend to come and meet you “ riri says giving the phone to her friend. “Hi my sister’s friend “ you say being nice . “I know you ain’t putting on no nice act “ you hear riri say in the background. “Hey I’m shuri “ Shuri says to you while doing a small smile . “It’s nice to meet you over the phone I’ll probably meet you in person after the game “ you say while smiling at her . “It will be nice to see you in person “ she says while smiling. “Ok y’all can stop flirting now “ riri says in the background.”Girl don’t be mad you can’t find yourself a boo ,I was being nice “ you say throwing shade . Riri grabs her phone from shuri to talk to you. “Mhm being nice my ass y’all where practically eye fucking “ riri says to you .”Bitch you sound slow how the fuck do you fuck “ you say while talking with your hands. “You imagine that your fucking that’s eye fucking” riri says . “Girl get off my screen with this nonsense “ you say being funny “Alright see you soon “ riri says being in a good mood.

Riri’s Pov

After I got off the phone with my big sister I turn to shuri . “You like my sister “ I say to shuri . “I do not like your sister riri” shuri says defensively . “Lies” I say to her “You most definitely like my sister “ I say being honest and serious. “Ok fine I do like your sister but don’t tell her “ shuri says trying to be calm “I can’t promise about the last part but FIRE COUPLE” I say smiling on the last over .”Do you think your sister will you know like me “ shuri says while blushing a little .” If you treat her right than yeah “ I say to shuri . “Let’s get back to the game “ I say so shuri can relax . “Mhm” shuri says turning away from to look at the game .

Y/n’s Pov

The game was almost over and you know what that means it’s almost cheer time . You already took off your make up and your friend took of hers.You had to do a different make up look for your next performance .The make up was red white and black lines with stars . You did your make up 40 min before the next performance you knew you would take time on it . You friend from earlier also needed her make up done so you did hers to . You re did your hair and added red and white highlights to it.You put your back in half up half down. You put on your outfit it was black mesh top and shorts . You whore a red and white and black bra underneath it and red white and black shorts. You went on in 5 minutes . Your moves was good make up was good and hair on point . You whore red white and black forces . You made sure your friend was good and everyone else on the team . By the time you made everyone was good .The time was up you had to go play and perform.

Shuri’s Pov

The music for the cheer started to play .I see y/n in her outfit she looks so mf fine . They did their performance which was clean .All people in place and dance on time . I love to see how y/n was making sure she was ok . They went off with the same music they came on with . The game was over and everyone started to leave.Me and riri stayed and waited for y/n to find us in the stands .

And there y/n was she looks just like a dream the prettiest girl I ever seen

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