Riri wakes up to Shuri’s tattooed finger running soothing patterns along the plane of her shoulder. Riri is barely awake but the first thing that she feels is Shuri’s slightly chapped lips against her temple. She doesn’t know what feels better, the gentle sunlight beginning to stream into the room or the warmth radiating off of Shuri’s lean body.
Shuri’s never been a light sleeper, but for some reason, she couldn’t stay asleep for as long as she’d like. Not when the woman that means everything to her is beneath her. Not when anything could happen to her. If life has taught the Royal anything, it’s that life can be taken as soon as it’s given.
But Riri is everything. She’s the calm at the end of a storm. She’s light at the end of the tunnel. She’s Shuri’s peace. On cue, She feels Riri press closer into her, snuggling so their skin is as close as possible.
“D’you sleep at all?” Riri sighs, her voice raspy as Shuri’s fingers brush over her wispy baby hairs.
“I did, my love. Go back to sleep, yeah?” The soft timbre in Shuri’s voice is all it takes for the woman next to her to nearly be soothed back to sleep. But Shuri doesn’t feel her breathing slow, instead she hears her quiet voice sound again.
“I can’t sleep if you aren’t,” Riri sighs, her mouth making huffs in every word against Shuri’s’s collarbone.
“You’ve been sleeping soundly, and I’m usually awake by this time anyway…don’t let me disrupt you.” Shuri reminds her, her hand moving lower so her fingers can rub at the dip in Riri’s spine. She expects Riri to go slack and for her to finally go back to sleep of course, instead she receives another response.
“You need to sleep. I know you don’t often. But if you’re gonna be here with me I need you to try ‘cause I know all you do is work at home.” She murmurs. Her voice is laced with drowsiness and sleep, something that the Royal misses. She misses being able to fall asleep so easily, for her mind to be at rest. It’s a luxury that she took for granted back then.
But then she looks at Riri, and she thinks about how easily sleep comes to her even on her worst days. It reminds her of how easy it’s become to fall in love with her. So for Rianna Williams, She’d do anything even something that seems as easy as sleep.
She does exactly that, softly closing her eyes and taking deep breaths in. She hears her heartbeat and it’s much louder than usual which she assumes is due to the herb’s effect. But then she realizes it’s because her own and Riri’s have matched at the same tempo.
I’m personally shocked that I’ve been able to consistently upload so far.
a/n: short one again. every time i open the tumblr editor shuri angst comes out. sorry for any errors, this literally didn't touch a google doc
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let go.
is what they tell shuri, as she stands before her greatest failure.
let go--be at peace, but peace is for those who have earned its taste. peace is for the geniuses that solve the mysteries no one else touches--for those know their gift for this world and never fail to to deliver.
shuri never wanted to be a leader.
she never wanted to be a queen.
--she's a little sister at heart---a daughter. she wanted to stand beside her big brother, be his strength. so when he falters she's there to catch him. it isn't like he was her whole world--no her whole world fit into her mothers smile-- her fathers hands holding her first creation high, her world was her brother's face when he puts on the suit she built
--her lab, her hands, her mind have never existed without them. to guide, to hold, to listen to all she had to offer.
she still builds, ever so careful
--knowing now that she will fall and fall and fail again.
she builds for her people, for her friends, but her labs a little colder then before.
a/n: I’m sorry if there r a lot of typos, I didn’t have to re-edit this. I was gonna make this a series but I just decided to turn it into a oneshot ! I feel like it’s a bit all over the place but yknow what? It’s fine 💀
- meet me at the studio in 30, im tryna wrap this album up, I got places to be.
You read the text from your phone and feel an arm secure around your barely conscious frame. You feel a pair of lips against the nose of your neck that you used to make you shiver in the best way possible but has begun to bore you.
“Where you going?” Your girlfriend, Tori, grumbles as you begin to shift away from her. You turn around and gently kiss her forehead.
“I got to go to the studio.” You tell her as you sit up on the foot of the bed. You pull a shirt from the floor over your naked body. She wasn’t all that good in bed and she didn’t put you to sleep anyway so you don’t see a point in staying. Your girlfriend sits up and rubs at her bleary eyes.
“Why does she always need you?” She questions with irritation seeping through her words. You sigh again, this isn’t the first time she’s commented on Riri texting you late at night. You know it’s not flirtatious and they’ve interacted enough for your girl to hate your producer.
You can’t blame her. Riri’s naturally flirtatious, not purposefully. But her kindness can be taken a certain way. She’s caring, loving and so damn carefree it blows your mind. She calls everyone pet names and your girlfriend wasn’t too happy about it when she heard ‘baby,’ slip out of her mouth. Riri’s respectful and when she saw the slow twitch in your girl’s eyes so she had laid off the pet names for a while. Now she doesn’t care so much.
When you don’t feel like recording, she lets you take breaks. She doesn’t push your limits too quickly. She makes the best beats she can find, Hell, she gets you into after parties. She’s so damn considerate and so sweet.
“It’s work, let it go. A’ight?” You breathe out, walking towards the mirror and fluffing your flattened Afro. You feel arms wrap around your clad waist and want to pry her off of you.
It’s no longer cute, it’s borderline possessive and it’s taking everything in you not to say something crazy.
“As long as you know.” She shrugs, kissing your shoulder before heading out of the room, towards the kitchen you’re sure. You freshen up, wearing a skirt and boots. You never leave without a bunch of bracelets on your arm and golden hoops.
On your way out, you hear your girlfriend’s voice over her mic as she clicks away at her ps5 that you remember buying after your first check from a concert.
“I’m heading out.” You murmur.
“Yeah- Yeah, see you, babe.” She says, more excited at the video game on the flatscreen T.V than you. She doesn’t even spare a glance as you head out of your apartment. You don’t understand how someone can be so considerate and careless as the same time.
You do well for yourself, you live on a rather expensive side of Chicago now. And you’ve managed to take your girlfriend with her, she doesn’t work. Not now. She says she’ll get there at some point but even you aren’t sure when.
You don’t bother driving to Riri’s penthouse. It’s a nice night out, not too cold or too hot. It’s a simple light breeze and you find yourself finding more inspiration anyway. You receive a couple looks, a couple fans bump into you, begging for signatures and snapping photos of you. You’re new to this, the fame and paparazzi. It’s flattering and nowhere near Invasive just yet.
You finally reach Riri’s penthouse after a fifteen minute walk. You can hear the strumming of guitar chords and once you reach to knock a voice sounds.
“Doors already open.” Riri’s voice mentions. You push the door open to find her sitting in her leather couch. Her apartment is full of warm light, it’s the perfect temperature with all kinds of warm toned colors splattered around it.
“Wassup, Y/N. I like your fit.” Riri smiles. She noticed at least. She has a one-sided smile plastered on her face and a part of you can’t tell if you find it cute because it’s her or just a preference you have. Her braids are gathered in a bun on top of her head with spiraling curls framing her face.
“Preciate it.” You reply. She’s man spreading, dressed in loose sweats and sports bra , like she is nearly 90 % of the time. The public notices too and she’s had numerous comparisons to Adam Sandler. She’s more stylish but she has I-Don‘t-Give-A-Fuck, attitude. You noticed the sparkle in her tongue from the piercing lodged there as she begins to speak.
“I just wanted to go over the album, before everything’s set. Is that alright?” She questions as she stands up. She doesn’t walk towards her studio room, instead she walks towards the fridge across the island counter.
“You want sumn to drink?” She offers.
You already know it’s gonna be a long session.
…
“That was good, baby.” Riri encourages through the other side of the glass. You feel your face heat up at her compliment. It’s not the first time she’s ever praised you but you have the same reaction every time. You look up to find her with a headset on and relaxed look.
“Do that again, I need you to drag out the vowels a lil longer, f’me. If you nail that then this album is platinum.” She requests while sitting back and placing her hands behind her head. You hear the beat again. It’s slow, sensual and you find yourself rushing a lot.
That’s what this album is supposed to be. Slow. Sensual. It’s what your going for anyway. It’s supposed to be about love, lust and passion. Your supposed to be thinking about your girl. The woman in your home.
But instead you think of her. The woman in front of you, your producer.
You should be be thinking about your girlfriends smile, the soft cologne she wears, her raunchy laugh. But instead you think of Riri, her perfect hair, the vanilla perfume that she sprays on her neck, the softest chuckle she always lets out and that toothy grin. She has the cutest smile you think you’ve ever seen.
“Y/N, sweetheart, you missed the entire thing, you okay?” Riri asks. You snap your eyes up only to find her looking at you. Have her eyes always been this brown?
“I’m okay.”
“Fuckin’ liar, step out the booth, we gon talk this out, ma.” She replies. You want to complain but you do what she tells you anyway. Because truth is, she could tell you anything and you’d do it. And you hate that.
You take a seat next to a rolling chair next to her and focus on the glass covered album covers behind her.
“What’s botherin’ you?” She investigates. You focus on her the different golden rings on her fingers, the way she twists them around her middle and pointer finger.
“Nothing, I just um- I can’t focus.” You admit.
“Yeah? And why is that?” She digs deeper, sitting up so her elbow rests on her knees. Have her arms been so toned? You watch the Cuban link around her move back and forth.
“Is it sumn with yo girl?” She guesses. She takes your silence as a yes. She’s always seemed neutral when it comes to your girlfriend. She doesn’t mention it.
“Y/N, do you love her?” Riri asks.
“I don’t know.” You reply and Riri doesn’t know the reason why your questioning it is because of her. She smiles at you, and you’re sure she’s gonna drop some wisdom.
“Go home…go see her, we have a long day tomorrow, we got an after party. I want you to let loose and have fun.” She encourages as her hand gravitates towards the curve of your left shoulder.
“But the album-“
“I’ll put it together, you’ve given me everything I need.” She insists as she ushers you out. You want to reach out for hug but for some reason that seems to intimate.
“I’ll see you.” She promises and just like that you’re out in the Chicago air again.
Her words stick in your mind.
“you’ve given me everything I need.”
…
The next morning is busy. You wake yourself up and catch the sunrise but don’t have time to watch it. You run through your skincare routine, in the hopes of not having any breakouts.
You plan out your outfit for tonight, you want something that presents you on the outside. So you settle for a dark black body con dress, some black boots to match and a leather jacket. You’ll pair it with some shades and silver jewelry.
This is technically your first after-party and although it’s not a big deal to many artists, it’s a big deal to you. You’re going to meet so many other artists like you, some that you’ve been admiring for years.
While your in your robe, rubbing cream into your face, arms wrap around your waist like they do nearly every morning.
You wonder what Riri’s morning routine is like. Knowing her, she probably wakes up later than she should and most likely stays in bed. It’s wrong for think of someone else while your have a good girlfriend standing right behind you.
Tori’s stable. Predictable. She’s comfortable. She doesn’t try to make you happy anymore, she doesn’t know what you favor. Hell, she barely listens to your music. But you too, have grown far too comfortable. You know what she likes. You’ve known her since you were both in highschool. It’s too late to back out now.
You lean back in her arms and the smell of her cologne has become unfamiliar, your body and system have become accustomed to the scent of sweet vanilla and warm lavender.
“Want some coffee?” She asks and all you can do is smile and nod. You want Riri, but the guilt is too much. The guilt of leaving Tori would squeeze the life out of you.
She has no one but you. Hell, she moved from New York to Chicago to chase your dreams with you. You can’t have her and Riri at the same time. She hands you your coffee, it’s black and there’s nowhere near enough cream but you smile as you drink. She’s good to you.
Riri is no longer an option, she never should’ve been.
…
The party is at a high-end club. Filled with artists, big and small. None that you can see because of the lowly dimmed red lights throughout.
Riri 🎶
-wya? I got ppl for you to meet.
You try to text back but you feel a hand squeeze your own and look back to see Tori smiling at you. She isn’t dressed to coordinate your outfit but she still looks good, only in a simple white Tee and cargo pants.
“You look good, babe.” She smiles, kissing your shoulder excitedly. Her hand squeeze yours again. You notice that she has no rings on it. You shake your head out of it and feel her hand loosen up as her body tenses behind you. You aren’t sure why until you lift your head up. You find Riri in front of you, she’s in the middle of conversation and throwing her head back as she laughs.
She looks gorgeous. Beautiful. She’s in an oversized suit with nothing but supple skin underneath and a plunged v-neck. She holds a clear glass of what you think is wine and her face beat with a soft glam which you see due to her braids being pulled in a high pony tail. She has her rings on as usual and her chain. That never changed.
Tori’s hand trails down to rest on your waist as Riri approaches. You do your best not to stare at the space between her breasts.
“Nice to see you two.” She smiles, gold decorating her bottom row of teeth. You hear Tori fake a laugh as you smile.
“Y/N, I got a couple people for you to meet, just let me know when you ready.” She points out with her bottom lip tucked into her mouth. You spin on your heel to look at displeased Tori.
“Go, I’ll meet you later, mhm?” You suggests. She mumbles something under her breath and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s messy and your sure your lip liner is on her own lips. You latch away from her and find a waiting Riri.
“Here you go,” She says as she hands you a glass of wine. The even doesn’t call for it but she doesn’t need you borderline drunk especially if it’s for business.
Throughout the night, she introduced you to everyone she can think of. All of her friends, all of the artists she works with, some big and some small. You don’t notice how many drinks you begin to grab and she eventually has to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you on your feet. You start to lean into her touch for support, grabbing at shockingly toned shoulders and veiny hands.
“I think you’re done with the drinks, baby.” She whispers lowly as she leans into you. She had caught you trying to grab another but stopped you before you had the chance.
“I don’t need you ruining y’image.” She says sternly. The carefree version of her that you know is long-gone. Her face is stern as she guides you to a more empty part of the club. She puts you up against a wall, forcing her hands not to linger as she reaches into the pocket of your leather jacket.
Your mind is hazy, cloudy is a better word for it. You’re beginning to see two of her.
“Y/N, put the pin in.” She orders as she placed the phone in your face. You want to say something to her, tell her that she looks so fucking good. And that you’ve noticed the tattooed lined down her sternum.
“I’m calling Tori for you.” She sighs.
“Don’t, please. Not now.” You murmur as she puts the phone to her ear. You grab the lapels of her jacket and pull her close, so close that you can tell that she’s swapped her vanilla perfume for something more expensive.
“I want you.” You clarify through a croaky voice. Her eyes widen to the size of plates as you lean in, pressing her body to your own. She leans in close, so fucking close you can taste it.
“I’m not gonna be your second choice, Y/N. I refuse to be an option, okay?” She coldly clarifies. It feels like a damn slap to the face.
The distance between the two or you causes her to drop your phone which she quickly picks up anyway.
“Stop, Y/N. I’m callin’.” She insists. She looks…uneasy. She takes a step back, breathing in deeply as she looks at you with the phone to her ear.
“Yeah, man, she tipsy. We on the bottom floor, by the entrance.” She hangs up and slips your phone back into your pocket.
“We won’t mention this, you’re just drunk, you don’t want this, baby. You don’t want me, aight?” She says, like she’s trying to convince you but more-so herself. She smiles, hoping that it spreads onto your face but it doesn’t. She brings your hand to her lips and for the first time her lips touch your skin. You’ll never forget it. The coldness of her rings, the softness of her fingertips and the callouses on her palm.
“Go home, ma. I’ll see you.” She says with a sad smile that’s etched itself into your mind. She blends in with the lights the further she walks away from you and all you want to do is call for her but you hear Tori’s voice sound form behind you.
“Let me take you home.” She suggests, interlocking her bare fingers with the one that Riri just kissed. Your hand feels gross now, and you can feel the sweat that’s accumulated on your palm.
She kisses your temple but no matter where she kisses you. It won’t compare to the softest one you’ve ever received.
You agree to let her take you home. That’s the good choice. Tori’s the good choice. But if she is then why doesn’t it feel so fucking wrong?
…
You wake up the next morning with a slight headache but that’s not the worse part. The worse part is that you remember every single part you of last night. You remember Riri, her outfit, her voice, her kiss.
“You got real tipsy.” Tori murmurs as she rubs your back. You’re leaned over the bathroom sink with watery eyes and an angry stomach.
“I bet.” You murmur. You’ve always been a lightweight so even you don’t understand why you decided to get wine drunk last night.
“Yeah and uh- I’ll give you some space.” Tori says, leaving you with your thoughts.
You luckily, never end up puking your guts out but the nausea never leaves. Not becomes of the alcohol but because of the genuine anxiety from last night. You try to get some sleep but you never do.
…
Two days after the party you find Riri in her studio. She hasn’t spoken a word about the club. It’s like it’s been wiped from her brain. She keeps calling you pet names and has the softest smile on your face you swear you lose synapses by the second.
But you can’t play along. You’re not sure you want to. You’re seated right next to her with your album playing. The open room feels so stuffy.
And today there are no songs to finish up, or to record. All you two have to do is go over your album. Every song there is. And her favorite song begins to play. It’s your least favorite, more vulnerable than you’d like, it’s not your best work. You named it Seen, again, not your best work, not the most thought out.
“We should scrap that.” You murmur. It’s too intimate, and you’re beginning to hate it. Especially since Riri’s the one hearing it.
“Nah, let it play.” She sighs. All she would really need is a blunt to relax her. You stare at her, admiring her side profile while she closes her eyes. You know it’s about her. The song is about her. All of the nights she spent thinking of lyrics and love, were spent thinking around Riri. You watch her visibly relax, her abs tensing on every inhale and chest rising on every exhale.
“Riri-“
Her eyes meet yours before you can finish your sentence.
“I know…I was hoping you had forgotten, Y/N.” She says, nearly whispering into the air. You’re so tired of having to settle. Riri doesn’t let you, she doesn’t let you settle for bad brand deals, bad concerts, bad programs. You don’t think about any what if’s, what cons there are in your career because as of now she’s done everything in her power so you don’t have to.
"You've given me a lot, Y/N. But I grew up watching my parents and the love they got...There's no one else for them, there's no other choice. They're meant to be...I want nothing less. I don't want to be the other woman." She murmurs, her eyes low as she stares ahead. You remain silent because there's nothing you can think of saying.
"Ion know how you feel bout Tori, I know you want me...But it's not difficult to want someone, You don't want me more than you want Tori,"
But you do.
"I don't like this, being confused. You want me but you still with her..." She exhales before continues. " I can't accept that and neither should you."
Your song has stopped playing for a long time. She still doesn't turn her head to look at you. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and both of you know who's calling. Riri knows you'll pick up. She knows now that you'll always pick Tori and seeing it will only solidify her thoughts.
Tori's good, She's stable. She's everything you need. She should be enough. If that's the case why do you constantly need to remind yourself.
You put the phone to your ear and watch Riri shift a little in her chair. Within two minutes, you're walking towards her apartment door. You don't say anything but before you can walk too far, she speaks.
"Get home safe."
...
Within days, your album charts in the top 10 on Spotify and Apple music. Your phone blows with congratulation messages from people you love, people dear to you, people you haven't spoken to in years and exes that you have forgotten to block.
While you're in the car with Tori, your least favorite song begins to play on the Radio. Today has been so confusing. It's been the worst day and best day of your life. There's nothing scarier than being vulnerable especially to millions of people worldwide.
"This song is real cute, Who's it about?" Tori grins, confident that the song is all about her. Then your heart sinks and you realize that out of the hundreds of messages, you really only wanted to see one. Your eyes begin to burn with tears and your phone pings.
Speak of the devil.
Riri 🎶
- congrats, y/n. you deserve it :)
You put your phone down and in your pocket, forcing a smile on your face.
“You.” You murmur and it excites the woman next to you but she doesn’t know who lingers in your mind. She never will.
a/n: I'm not sure if I'll finish it but I want this out of my head. Its just some writing I wanted to post.
Riri was watching the news, which was rare for a young woman to do. She couldn’t help herself, Shuri was in the news company with her mother.
So he did keep his part of the deal Riri thought as she continued to watch. Shuri looking stiff as she always does in front of camera. Riri recalled how the princess never thought she would get chance of the throne.
Riri changed the channel, “It’s for the best.”
Riri looked at the shark teeth bracelet that was wrapped around her wrist. Could she bargain for a better deal? Should’ve she said no? Could she live with the fact many warriors would have to die because of her mistake? The thoughts rolled in her head as she remember that night.
Riri couldn’t sleep, who could when the Queen did the ultimate sacrifice to save Riri’s. The scienetis walked around once busy city, now quiet to show respect of the fallen Queen.
“Why would I make a deal with you?” Riri growled out. Her heart slammed against her chest, but she continued to act like the god could not kill her in second flat.
Namor for his part was somewhat pleased the young girl didn’t beg and plea for him not to kill her.
“Because I have deal that would make us both very happy, scientist,” He said.
Like any scientist Riri wanted to know, her protection and herself preservation be damned.
“I’m listening,” Riri whispered still rooted in upon the hill. Riri wasn’t stupid enough to go closer to river that Namor stood.
a/n: y’all lowkey I been on my shit like imo know I been in the studioooo lately. Anyway, I’m working on a longer piece and decided to release this drabble in the meantime.
Sometimes you wish you were in your wife’s brain. To be fair anyone would, she has one of the most brilliant minds on the planet.
You lean against the kitchen counter and watch a crinkle form in between her brows as she scribbles on a blueprint. Her hands are covered in pen ink while she continues to focus.
You watch her gather her locks in a bun and sit them on top of her head.
“Y/N, This shit isn’t fuckin’ working.” She groans. Dropping the pen in frustration. You can’t help but grin once you approach her, letting her rest her head against your chest.
You can finally see her work, elaborate sketches of her new suit all scattered everywhere. She’s been complaining about the fly time on the recent one she has and the inside of it isn’t as comfortable as she’d like. The small scratches on her torso are evidence enough.
“What’s wrong?” You question. You don’t understand all the mechanics behind the suit but it looks nearly identical to the one she has now.
“I can’t make the suit too thick then it’s just impractical, but I need more space to fucking breath, I could change the material of the inside but I need to pick something that can withstand the hot metal, it’s too much, why couldn’t I be normal and practice law or something?” She huffs into your skin. She’s so dramatic at times.
“Well, then the world wouldn’t experience your greatness and all that plus you’re too smart to go into law and you’re too much of a smart ass.” You point out to feel her laugh against your chest. Your hand lifts up to gently caress her wispy baby hairs.
“Man, fuck you. I’d make a good ass lawyer.” She murmurs sleepily as her arms wrap around your waist. They’ve been getting more toned everyday. You feel the soft cotton of her tank top press into your thighs.
“That’s debatable.” You shrug. You can feel how tired is she is and it’s been a long time since she’s joined you in bed. But you don’t want her to not give this another attempt so you place a kiss on her forehead before speaking.
“Think again, try harder, then come to bed.” You order. She hums feigning irritation at the fact that you didn’t order her to bed. She lets go reluctantly but not without lifting up your oversized shirt to kiss at your bare stomach.
You settle into bed without her, leaving her side empty. You lie on your side and the second your eyes begin to feel empty, weight settles next to you. She’s in too early.
“Did you find a solution?” You interrogate her and telling by that grin on her face, you both know she didn’t find a solution.
“No, girl, fuck the suit.” She chuckles boyishly and you’d scold her but her arms tighten around you, her front presses against your back. You can’t complain.
After a couple moments of silence, you raise your voice.
“I’m cool, Y/N, please, do not make this a thing,” Riri grumbles as she walks through the door. The first thing you noticed was the blood on her face that she claimed wasn’t her own. And you’re so sure that she did some damage on the field today, but the bruise on her eye isn’t fooling anyone.
You’ve grown to hate the smell of blood,
You hate the way it looks on her and hate cleaning it off of her at the end of the day.
“The hell do you mean don’t make it a thing? Amira just got put down and she doesn’t need to see you like this.” You whisper-yell. Luckily she’s not in her suit, so there’s no noise as she settles into the house and pads towards the counter.
She doesn’t say anything as she goes on her tippy-toes to tug at the microwave handle and grab her plate that you always leave her.
“Rianna.” You call as you trail behind her. She spins around and the bruise on her face has only gotten worse.
“You better go cover that shit up. Now.”
She doesn’t have a rebuttal like she usually does, instead, she sighs.
“Yeah, okay.” She murmurs, taking the plate out of the microwave.
“You might be fine but she’s going to start to notice and I don’t want to wake her up, so can you just do me a favor and cover that up at least until she’s fully settled?” You question. She takes a deep breath through her nose before walking away from you.
You wait for a couple of minutes and then find her in the bathroom. She still has her long-sleeved shirt on and the thick cargo but she’s leaned forward, covering up the blotchy mess she’s made on her pretty face. You try to detect any irritation on her face, but you don’t see it. She notices your stare and glances at you through the mirror.
She looks tired, there was no sass in her tone earlier. And even when she’s tired, Riri always has something to say back to you but not today.
“I’m fine, Y/N. Don’t overthink it. ” She shrugs off as she walks past you. Within seconds, you hear your daughter squealing and the sound of Riri’s voice.
After a couple of moments of silence( that you find extremely odd considering how loud both your daughter and wife are) you decide to walk into your daughter’s room, only to see both of them asleep and in the same position. They’re lying on their back with their hands on their stomach and you’d usually take a photo or two but tonight they both need their rest. You sit at the edge of the bed and rub a hand along your wife’s side.
“Ri, get up, cmon.” She looks up, sitting up slowly while her eyes meet your own. The concealer has begun to fade, revealing the bruise on her skin.
You want to reach for her face but you don’t. Her eyes are heavy, so much so you can feel it. She doesn’t say anything once she stands up but you’re sure she’s going to take a shower.
You go into your shared bedroom, it’s quieter than you’d like. It feels like she’s not home despite the sound of the water running in the bathroom. You want to talk to her, there’s something wrong that you can’t seem to put your nose on.
Even though her not being home has begun to affect your marriage, you’re more worried about the lack of communication. She doesn’t speak at all when she’s home unless it’s to your daughter or basic greetings. She goes to work, trains, eats, sleeps, and repeats the cycle.
She doesn’t have a choice really and you’ve been working extra but luckily for you, you only work from home.
But this is something different. Granted, Riri has never been an open book but she was always so big on telling each other how you feel.
You don’t know what she does out on that field but whatever it is, it drives your marriage into the ground. After sitting at the foot of your bed for a while, you hear the water stop running and take it upon yourself to head to the bathroom.
You don’t want to scare her so you make sure you’re quiet as you approach her. You find her dressed in a compressed shirt and loose jeans. The hem of the shirt is in between her teeth, holding it up. You aren’t sure why until you notice the splotches of purple and red bruises with cuts along her ribs and stomach. You knew it was bad already with her face but the sight of her torso makes bile form in the back of your throat.
Now that she’s out of the shower, the hot water has made the bruise on her eye so much worse. You hear a sniffle escape her but decide to keep quiet.
She tilts her head back once her fingertips press against one of the larger bruises. She inhales quietly before puffing out.
“Fuck.” She groans at the pain. You notice the open container of cream on the counter and realize that she’s rubbing it along her skin.
She finally opens her eyes only to meet your eyes through the mirror.
“How long have you been standing there?” She questions, pulling the shirt down.
“A couple seconds, when did this happen?” You ask immediately once she begins to twist the cap back on the container of cream.
“A month and a half ago, it’s been bruising there since.” She admits you can tell she’s doing her best not to walk away from this conversation and probably expecting some sort of scolding.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“And what? Have you worried about it? It doesn’t make a difference anyway, Y/N. It’s my job, I’m bound to get hurt.” She grumbles, finally walking past you but you don’t let her this time.
“I’m still worried about you-“
“You always talk about how much you hate me being injured, Y/N but you don’t stop to think about how much I might hate it? I’m in constant pain so whatever argument you have I don’t want it.” She says, her voice low and quiet. You think she’s done until she takes in another breath.
She used to have a passion for this. And you’re sure that with time she’ll have it again but as of now, you can’t seem to find it.
“And before you tell me that you’re worried, don’t. Because if I don’t get into that suit, we won’t have a home or a bed to sleep in. So yes, I’m going to keep working.” She finishes, stalking past you and into the kitchen.
Her words settle into your bones. You had been too focused on the fact that she was coming home battered and bruised to even think about the toll it takes on you.
You barely hear her once you walk into the kitchen. She’s not even eating, just nudging all the food on her plate. You watch her bring her hands up to wipe at watery eyes. You hear her phone ring and vibrate before she picks it up.
“H-hey…Yeah. I’m coming in, I had to tuck my daughter in…I’ll see you.” She sighs, and you know that’s the sound of her confirming another shift. You feel your eyes begin to burn hot with tears but don’t dare let them fall.
you can’t keep watching her like this. So you decide to make your presence known and her eyes shoot to you immediately. She doesn’t look irritated not one bit, she looks so sad.
“I’m sorry if I offended you earlier, I swear it’s not- I didn’t do that shit on purpose, I just kept talking and I didn’t mean to take anything out on you.” She spills, the smallest crack in her voice bleeding through her words.
“Yeah- no I get it..” The silence after is deafening.
“I have to go..like now, I probably just grab something to eat.” She murmurs. She never eats out, she’s never been the type either even back in college when you first met, she’d never eat out.
“Yeah, okay.” You breathe out. This argument can’t be resolved now and the both of you know it. She rubs her palms into her thighs which you know she only does when she’s anxious but it feels wrong to reach out and comfort her.
“When will I see you again?” Your question to break the silence. You watch her grab her phone on the counter and slip it into her pocket.
“Soon.” She promises, her eyes falling to your fingers that you can’t stop playing with. Just like her palms get sweaty when she’s nervous, you’ve picked up the habit of twisting your wedding ring around your finger.
You know the silence shouldn’t bother you. And you’re sure she’s thinking but it’s got the back of your neck hot and your throat running dry.
“I’ll be home tomorrow to tuck her into bed.” She lets you know and with that, she’s gone.
The house is unusually quiet when you settle into bed. You’re not sure when you’ll see her again, not with the unsettled schedule she has. Your mind is blank and there’s nothing you can even think of doing.
You find your phone to send Riri a text like you always do before her shifts.
‘ily.’
You text her and almost immediately, a text bubble appears and then disappears.
One thing I like about MCU Shuri and also think several people sorely get wrong is that she's the more cool-headed character. She is slower to shout, panic, and anger, being relatively more laidback. Shuri would rather wall up and bury herself in her lab (M'Baku confirms this at Ramonda's funeral, and we see her doing just that in the beginning) before lashing out.
Even Ryan described how T'Challa was more hotheaded to T'Chaka's diplomat, while Shuri was the more cool and laid back one to fiery Ramonda.
We see it in her clothing styles.
We see this in the way she initially approaches things. Two key instances:
The way she first responds and confronts Namor. Shuri is still on defense at the river, but she is less combative or reactive compared to Ramonda. Shuri more quietly assesses and responds to him. Compare this to Ramonda, who immediately fires back and disregards what he says without even checking if it could possibly be true, to which Shuri has to point out some truths by empirical evidence (i.e., Ramonda dismissed him saying only they had vibranium, Shuri gently nudges her, saying he's covered in it, so that cannot be the case). A similar thing happens when she is down in Talokan with Namor. Throughout it all, Shuri kept a leveled head and bit back her tongue to think of solutions, even when things started turning south. She knew how to shut up as well rather than argue him down more (something not many people know how to do).
The way Shuri tried to extract Riri compared to Okoye. For starters, Shuri did not break into bathrooms or bring spears in Riri's dorm - she blended in and used the door. She did not make threats and give an ultimatum either. Shuri just tried to explain the urgency to Riri and draw her out without the use of physical force.
We also see it in her reactions with other characters.
In the first movie, she tells T'Challa to "calm down" when he shouts at her to drive. We also see her not care to fight T'Challa for the mantle, even if it is her birthright (she just wanted to go home and get out of a particularly uncomfortable corset). Instead, she prefers to fight alongside and as support.
Black Panther: "The Black Panther lives. And when he fights for the fate of Wakanda, I will be right there beside him."
Black Panther 2: "I was not trying to save the mantle mother, I was trying to save my brother."
For another example regarding her interactions with characters from Wakanda Forever, Riri is consistently depicted to be the more anxious and is more inclined to lose composure. Shuri, even when she's stressed or overwhelmed too, is often the one to remain composed. Shuri attempts to calm Riri down so she doesn't have a panic attack. Shuri also didn't reply when Riri started snapping at her about the FBI, only calmly working about and mapping out an escape plan.
One last particular example is with Okoye. Shuri is less quick to be defensive or shout compared to Okoye. We see it in the way Okoye commanded her to get in the car, and rather than shout back, she simply uttered quietly, "Why are you shouting at me..." Shuri didn't reply to Riri snapping, but Okoye did not let anything slide, pointing the finger back to her. During this entire exchange, Shuri was quietly observing before cutting in, saying how they needed to work together to get out of their situation.
Black Panther Wakanda Forever was her later in-character out-of-character. In other words, that unrivaled anger and snapping you saw was never her baseline. She's not an angry or vengeful person. That was the point of Ramonda, "Show him who you are," when she was hesitating killing Namor.
It was the result of her character at a breaking point. Shuri was not coping properly and dealing with frustrations she couldn't see her way out of. Shuri was struggling with spirituality. She was trying to know if her family was truly still there. She was trying to find the reason behind her failure and loss. Shuri already began cracking since T'Chaka died (see: Wakanda Files). T'Challa's death just broke her, with her narrowly holding her pieces together.
Summary: Shuri came to visit Riri to help her "study" for her chem test this friday.
“Fuck~!” Riri cried out as she felt the strap going inside her. How did Riri let Shuri fuck her? Riri had no idea. Shuri was supposed to help her with studying with her chem test she was going to have friday. All Riri knew Shuri was using one the straps that made her full. At this rate, Shuri is trying to get her pregnant.
“You’re so cute when you’re beneath me, my love,” she whispers as she leans over to plant kisses along Riri’s collarbone. She whines almost pathetically as she does so poorly trying to start moving. Shuri couldn’t help herself but smirk at her love. Little does she know she is everything to me, Shuri thought as the woman giggled.
Riri’s face shined with sweat, her pupils swallowed her iris- only leaving a thin ring of brown. Riri gritted her teeth as she tried her best position to entice Shuri into giving.
Oh, She thought she was telling what Shuri to do? How adorable.
“No moving,” Shuri commands. “I never said you could, did I?”
Riri whimpers in response as she grabs her wrists and pins them above her head.
“Don’t make change my mind on not tying you up,” Shuri said causing Riri to whimper out again. “No that would be too mean of me, wouldn’t it be my love? But you looking desperate is so-” Shuri licked her lips, “Beautiful. No one besides me gets to see you like this.” Shuri moves to where her lips are right beside Riri’s ear, “I want you to be desperate until you know nothing but my name.”
“ P-please~!” Riri begs.
Shuri smirked as she looked at her love. Riri pleads like a worshipper to their goddess. All because she wanted to be fucked. She’s never leaving my side Shuri thought.
“Okay, my love. I'll go harder,” Shuri complies, her hips withdrawing and then snapping so quickly and forcefully that her partner lets out a loud moan.
“You’re being too loud my love,” Shuri ordered, “ You don’t want your classmates to know how much of a slut you are.”
“N-no,” Riri commented as she tried to clamp down her voice. Shuri was about to tease her girlfriend until she remembered something.
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot,” she says as she slows her thrusting, careful to not let Riri have the taste of her orgasm just yet.
Not now.
“Mm?” Riri responds, her mind half was gone at this point.
“You have your final exams on Friday, don’t you?” She questions rhetorically. Shuri already knew the answer. Shuri remeber Riri complaining about it last week, not wanting to take the test.
Shuri lightly twists and pulls Riri’s clit. The strap is still inside her love, “Aww, you don’t have to answer, my love,” she coos. “Of course, you do. And I know you’ll get an A+, my scholar.”
Riri’s eyes blurred no thoughts between her eyes. Drooling slightly but not strong enough to give Shuri a response.
“Please- S-shuri,” Riri begged as she wrapped her legs around Shuri’s waist. Shuri couldn’t say no after all a good queen is only good for her people.
“You’re going to cum untouched,” Shuri directed Riri as she continued to snap her hips back. Riri wasn’t able to keep up as she continued to moan and pant against Shuri’s pace.
“Ah,” Riri cries into the sheets as lightning shocks through her. Shuri slipped out of her as Riri stilling the aftershock of her intense orgasm. Shuri took off the strap and went into the bathroom to help clean up her love. Riri laid on her side as Shuri took care of her. She could feel herself slowly drifting off to sleep. Riri was trying to stay awake.
Shuri slipped a bonnet on Riri’s head, “Go to sleep my love.”
“But I wanna to be with you,” Riri mumbled out. Shuri softly shushed her girlfriend. Shuri knew the distance was hard for the both of them, but they would be together again soon this summer.
“I’ll be here,” Shuri said as she kiss her forehead.
“Y/N, If you like him…make a move.” Riri urges, blowing smoke out of her plump lips. You watch her as she holds the blunt in between two of her tattooed fingers and passes it to you. You want to say something.
You want to say that you like the boy that you’ve been gushing to her about. You want to say that you’ve been staring at him in class.
But it’s been months since you’ve seen your best friend. The last time you saw Rianna was last summer and since then you’ve been keeping up via texts and Instagram stories (mainly yours since she never posts). Now that you’re both back in Chicago, there was no reason not to link up.
So you decided to, In the comfort of your own apartment.
She looks different. She doesn’t have her signature cornrows anymore. Instead she has locks that are still curly at the ends but matured for the most part. She has a sleeve of tattoos that she’s yet to tell you about. She’s so toned now, not that she wasn’t before but now that she’s on the Track team, you can see the definition in her limbs and core.
She must have someone at MIT, you think. She’s too fine not to. You’ve always thought she was pretty and not in a friendly way.
You feel incredibly stupid for lying about this crush of yours. Maybe it’s to soften the blow when she tells you about someone she’s been eyeing at MIT.
She’s so close, sitting across from you on your bed just like she always did in high-school. She cuts her eyes at you when she receives no response to her question, running her fingers through her locs and flipping them out of her face.
“Y/N, do you want him?” She questions, her voice clear as day while she gazes at you. She’s never looked at you so Intensely.
To distract yourself, you take an inhale of the blunt but it doesn’t help. You don’t know if it’s the weed, or if it’s you.
You feel your throat go dry.
“I mean…nah, I’m sure I can find better.” You murmur as a gentle smirk forms on her face.
“Yeah, I’m glad you know, baby.” She chuckles, light laughter escaping her lips. She’s so pretty. The pet name is nothing old but for some reason it feels different.
She stretches out of nowhere and all you can focus on is the twitching and flexing in her biceps. When she’s done, her eyes are trained on your lips. Her hand reaches out to touch your cheek, they’re surprisingly soft.
You think she might kiss you. But instead, her thumb drags at the skin below your lower lip.
a/n: this one is short and sweet, kinda like y'all.
Summary: Shuri and Riri family snowy fluff.
Shuri could not help but look at her daughter who just discovered snow. Shuri wasn’t surprised because her daughter had lived in Wakanda all her life. The only time she experienced Chicago was during the spring and summer times.
“You know you can joy her, Kitten,” Riri stated as she made hot chocolate. Shuri felt a shiver coursing through her veins, “In this weather, please be reasonable my love.”
Shuri doesn’t like the snowy weather, it was like a spell that’ll make her go to bed and tinker on something that doesn’t require a lot of brain power.
“Do you think she likes it?” Riri questioned as she looked out from the window. She placed her head on Shuri’s collarbone.
Zora was bundled up to the nines. Shuri was still amazed that her child could move her arms with how many layers Riri said the young girl needed.
“She’s still her baby skin,” Riri replied, “Plus she isn’t used to the snow either.”
“Cold,” Zora stated as she looked at her parents who were inside her grandmother’s house. The parents slowly teach Zora some English words not too much or else she’ll confused.
Riri quickly pulled on her jacket before stepping onto her mom’s patio, “Do you like it?”
Zora looked up at her mama as she shook her head, “Cold.”
Riri nodded as she picked up her daughter, “Maybe you’ll like it when you’re older.”
Riri in record timing took off the layers from Zora’s body.
“Maybe she knows that winter isn’t the best season,” Shuri commented as she placed the lukewarm chocolate milk in her daughter’s waiting hands.
“Ah, who knew royalty were also their own jesters?” Riri teases before placing a soft kiss on Shuri’s lips.
Summary: You and Shuri finally begin to intensify your situationship. But all good things must come to an end. A pause? You still can’t figure out which one.
You’ve never been a texter. Never been a fan and to this day you wouldn’t consider yourself one but you’ve made an exception. You’ve been trying to convince yourself that Shuri has been trying to be friendly. But after having Riri evaluate your texts, She told you she would never text a friend the way Shuri texts you. It’s filled with gentle reminders of things she’s lectured about, and tips about how to become a better surgeon but your favorite texts are the ones where she’s asking you questions about yourself. She somehow eases it into conversation and for once you can teach her something.
“Get any closer you gon’ crack the phone screen.” Riri kids as she slides a bowl of soup your way. You look up from my series of texts with Shuri and find Riri ladling some soup into her bowl.
“She really got you bad, huh?” Riri chuckles. She’s not wrong, the mere sound of Shuri’s name makes you smile and you don’t even try to stop it. You take a sip of the hot soup and the vibrating of Riri’s phone has you looking at the counter. She swipes it quickly before you can see the caller and presses it to her ear.
“Hello.” She says, her voice quieter than usual. She eventually walks out the door. She’s never done that before, walking out when she’s on the phone. Granted, she’s quiet but she’s never that private. You don’t question it though, not once your phone buzzes with a text.
‘Call me later.’
- Shuri
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You’ve been receiving texts for weeks. Five to be exact. She’s doing much more than texting. She calls you into her office to go over cases instead of doing so in a conference room. She stands behind you, so close you can smell the body wash she's worn that morning. Or she brushes a hand up your thigh while you speak, forcing your sentences to come out fragmented.
You’ve been on an all-time high, to say the least.
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11: 25 AM
“I love my job.” You grin from ear to ear. You’ve seen Shuri maybe once today and she was speaking to a patient with her lab coat rolled up to reveal her tatted forearms. She wasn’t smiling at first but she looked up to see your face and smirked before putting her eyes back on her patient.
“I fuckin’ bet.” Riri murmurs. She’s in a good mood as she settles next to you. She’s normally over work by the fifth hour of your shift but it seems that today is different.
“How’s the trauma department?” You question. She’s already one bite into her sandwich and you wait for her to chew before she answers.
“Fine. Why?” She asks, swallowing louder than necessary.
“Just askin’.” You shrug and for someone who’s usually so calm and collected, she seems like she’s almost hiding something from you. Maybe it’s something going on with her mom or sister.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” You ask, watching her lean back in her seat.
“Nah, I’m cool.” She shrugs, looking down to avoid looking at you. You scan the room and figure that her pager will go off any second now. There’s no resting in the trauma center and everyone in the hospital knows it. Before her pager can beep for a second time she’s already up and gone.
You quietly scroll through your phone, anticipating some sort of text from Shuri. You smell vanilla and sandalwood before a hand softly presses against your free one on the table.
“You’re distracted.” Shuri’s accented voice speaks from behind you. You look up to find her gazing lowly at you. She’s dressed in her navy scrubs and this time with her lab coat that you always see her in.
“I have a good reason to be.” You reply, trying to stop yourself from smiling. Your faces are so close and it’s just like that elevator. Her eyes scan the people around you so you don’t have to. She inches closer, too close for a colleague. You nearly let out a sound when you feel her hand on your knee.
“We’re-“
“There’s no one in this cafeteria but people outside of our departments and I guarantee you that no one is looking underneath this table.” She says, chuckling a little once the tips of her fingers graze your thigh. She squeezes firmly and you feel warmth where her fingers have yet to reach.
Before she can squeeze the rest of you, her pager goes off suddenly and the smirk wipes off her face. She returns to her Doctor-self and rushes away like she was never touching you in the first place.
You have no idea what to do with yourself.
6:39 PM
You wait outside for Riri, stuffing your hands in the pocket of your skinny jeans. You’ve been waiting for nearly twenty minutes now and you watch her finally step out of the hospital but she’s not in her streetwear. She’s still in her scrubs, her edges sweated out, and out of breath.
“Y/N, I can’t go for another hour, I’ll explain later but listen the trauma department is backed up. I can give you my keys, you can drive home-“ She begins to explain, the words coming out so fast you can barely process them. But you can’t be angry. This is what she wanted, she’s worked towards being a surgeon just like everyone, and in the future, she’ll have more moments like these.
So all you do is smile at her.
“It’s cool, Ri, text me when you're done, and I’ll call an Uber.” You assure her. She says nothing but you know she appreciates it. You get it. While scrolling through your phone and swiping past your messages to get to the Uber app, you receive a text.
‘I leave in five. Meet me outside.’
- Shuri
So you wait. And she’s punctual, walking out exactly five minutes after that text. She dresses comfortably which you don’t expect after seeing her sport silk tops and dress pants all day. She’s wearing a thick wool sweater and sweats. Small eye bags drag her eyes and she smiles once she sees you.
“Where’s Williams?” She questions as she adjusts her leather messenger bag. The veins along her hand flex as she squeezes the strap.
“Working overtime in the Pit.” You reply, holding your hand out for her to grab. She interlocks your fingers and lets you pull her forward so she can lead you to her car.
7: 26 PM
Just like you’ve never been a texter, you’ve also never been one for one-night stands. Not since college at least. But tonight you desperately hope that one happens especially with Shuri.
She sits next to you on the couch where Riri usually sits. She was pleasantly surprised by the Dog upon her arrival. She seemed almost kid-like which was heart-warming to watch.
“Beer?” She offers after having been through your fridge. You politely grab the one in her hand, feeling your heart race once your fingers accidentally touch. She takes a sip out of her bottle and leans back with her eyes trained on the TV.
You don’t even know what’s playing right now but you do notice the single drop of beer that gracefully spills from the corner of her mouth. It trails down her jaw and her hand comes to obscure the view as she wipes it from her skin.
Her eyes trail to you. You don’t know if it’s because of the moonlight shining on her face or if it’s the warmth of the lights but her gaze is low. And darker than it’s ever been.
“You still have a staring issue.” She grins, as she leans forward to set her bottle down. She still feels your stare on her so she decides to turn her face to the side, staring right back at you.
“What’s your issue, Y/N?” She wonders. She’s not being genuine and you feel heat radiating off of your skin. You feel her hand on your thigh and you have no idea how long it’s been there but she finally moves it where she wants which happens to be your ass.
She gives it a good squeeze before leaning in and pressing a soaring kiss to your lips. It shocks you, it feels better than being in that O.R. room and it feels so much better than that fucking dream. Her hands are everywhere, fumbling with your blouse and popping the buttons off. You didn’t realize your own hands were doing the same, feeling soft skin and hard muscle beneath her sweater. Her skin is hot to the touch, just like her mouth is.
She pulls away suddenly, forcing you to feel the absence of her lips.
“Are you sure-“
You kiss her again as reassurance and let her hands roam anywhere on your body. She reaches behind your back with a single hand, eager to see your entire body but her phone buzzes.
“You.” “Should.” “Pick.” “Up.” You smile in between her eager kisses. She’s straddling you by now, her hair is a mess from your constant gripping of it and her sweater is stretched every which way.
She grips her phone from the back pocket of her sweatpants with a clench to her jaw.
“What!” She groans. You hear a feminine voice on the line along with laughter but for the first time since you’ve laid your eyes on her, Shuri looks absolutely petrified.
A/N: i know I’ve been gone for a minute but I have my reasons. I’m not a fan of this chapter however I don’t have it in me to rewrite it.
I toldddd YALLL shuri was gon play in Y/N’s face. Just wait for that fifth chapter. 😋
A/n: mechanic! riri x reader, oneshot! inspired by @kissvamps (I still ain’t picking out of all of them stories)
Also this was not proofread read…so there may be an error or two or multiple, mb y’all.
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You turn over in bed, a couple times. It’s happened so many times that you’ve woken up out of sleep to reach over only to be met with cold sheets. But you know you’re not alone when you hear the sound of the bedroom door clicking open. You force your eyes open and see your very tired wife. She comes as she always does, a washed out denim jumpsuit on, covered in years worth of motor oil and a tight white shirt beneath it. She’s covered in the thinnest layer of sweat with her toolbox in one hand and a bouquet in the other.
“Hey, baby.” Riri greets you, her voice raspy and tired from her lack of sleep. She doesn’t bother closing the door as she steps in. You’re unable to control the smile on your face. She walks towards your side of the bed and places the flowers on the nightstand. It shouldn’t shock you that she still gets you flowers since she makes sure to get them after every shift but for some reason, it still does.
The back of her hand strokes your cheekbone, gently lulling you awake. You’ve missed her for the last couple weeks, she’s only home for half an hour on a good day during her breaks.
You move her locs out of her face and tuck them behind her ear. You’ve always loved them especially when she has them retwisted into barrel twists. Her face is clear of anything, no oil, no scratches, all your baby needs is some sleep. You smooth your hands over the lapels of her jumpsuit before placing them on the sides of her face.
“I smell like fuckin’ motor oil.” She says with a chuckle when she realizes that you’re trying to get a kiss. You don’t care at all though, you’ve missed her too much. Her lips are anything but dry, the smell of oil doesn’t really hit your nostrils anyway. You pull her in and she lets you, kissing you once or twice before either of you get too far.
“Baby, c’mon. Let me hop in the shower, we can finish this up once I’m out.” She promises, her eyes low as she stares at you.
“Just wait,” She promises before turning around. You lie back, letting your back hit the mattress. You glance at the roses she’s bought, they’re all pink. Your favorite color. They’re fresh too and you’re sure she got it from the farmers market this morning.
It takes less than half an hour for her to step back out, in loose hanging sweats that reveal her v-line and a white crop top so short that you can view her toned abs that she’s gained from maintaining her physique.
You can already tell by the slow blinking and frequent yawns that there will be no continuation of whatever the two of you had going on before her shower. She settles comfortably next to you, instead of letting you lay on her chest, she snuggles into the crook of your neck and spoons you.
Her hands, calloused from work, wrap around your waist, tracing stretch marks and pressing into any skin she can reach.
“These flowers are nice, thank you.” You mention in the midst of comfortable silence. She gently pulls down your oversized shirt to kiss your shoulder.
“Mhm…the lady behind me was tryna get them before I did. They were the only pink ones.” She sighs, her voice so quiet that the vent in the room might be louder than her. She yawns again and throws one of her legs over both of yours.
Her hand gravitates from your waist down to your thigh. She gives it a squeeze and you hear her breathing even out. The silence and her presence begin to have an effect on you. Now that she’s here, you can finally sleep without twisting or turning. Your eyes shut and your brain can finally rest.
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what y’all thinking? @pvnks0ul @kissvamps
(I’m personally fighting the urge to redo the whole story.)
Can you do one where reader gets sick and shuri comes and takes care of reader but ends up getting sick herself leaving okoye to come take care of them both
•Bed Rest•
Warnings:None
*shuri falls sick and the reader takes care of her❤️*
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"Damit Shuri! Back into be now!!" You screamed like an stressed out mother at your girlfriend. Over the fact that this was the sixth time she had left her bed while she was knowingly sick.
She looked up at you with puppy eyes as she tapped onto the screen and attempted to make some new modifications to her new black panther suit.
“Please y/n I just need 2 more minutes, I still have a lot to work on and the- achew!” She attempted to finish her sentence which was heavily cut off by a loud sneeze.
You cringed as you grabbed her arm leading her out of her lab and back to the bed room. Her making a protest all the way there about how she was queen and she had a lot of work.
“Baby I’m doing this for your own good, your sick. Very sick and you’ll get other people sick not only that but you’ll make it worse. Just please work with m-“
You hesitated as you looked up to see her tapping something on her beaded bracelet. Making you scoff out you put your hand out and rolled your eyes.
She smacked her lips taking off the bracelet handing it to you with a mug. You took it into your hands and placed it in the drawer beside your bed and closed it shut punching in a PIN code and making your way back to her.
“Fix ya face and lay down. I’ll be back with your soup in a minute.” You said and rolled your eyes planting a kiss on her forehead before turning on your heels to walk away.
“I hate to see you go but I love to watch you walk away UMNTWANA!!” She yelped behind you making you chuckle as you exited the room.
Making your way down the hall you smiled politely at the cooks as you watched them cut up pieces of urbal leaves and spices placing them into a or then stirring.
Picking off a leaf from the purple tree sitting on the counter top you placed it into the pot,it’s purple fumes sparking a light as it boiled into the soup mixture.
“Oh hello y/n! How are you!” You heard the sounds of a little voice as you felt small arms wrap around your waist. You stood stirring the pot stopping for a second and made eye contact with Toussaint.
Giving him a big smile you grasped him into a hug and a kiss on the cheek “hello there little prince,I’m doing wonderful today just taking care of your tt.”
“Oh! I’m here to bring her flowers and a get well card! Ma ma said that she was feeling under the weather-“ he continued as you watched nakia enter the room with a big smile.
“Yes your ma ma was correct and your tt is just down the hall resting.”you said and watched him run out the room.
Nakia then pulled you into a hug with a big smile, and you pulled away continuing to prepare the soup.
“I see you’ve found my cook book.” You let out a light chuckle
“I did. And to think I couldn’t even cook a pack of noodles back home.” You said making nakia laugh.
*time skip*
Sitting up from your bed you felt your eyes get heavy and your breath shorten. You attempted to breath in from your nose but there was no use,it was stopped up.
Rolling your eyes in frustration shuri whimpered beside you and placed her arm over your waist
“What’s wrong my love.”
“I think I’m sick.”
Shuri opened her eyes and sat up turning on her lamp beside her bed.
You groaned “I can’t be sick I have so many things to do today-“
“Yes okoye. She’s sick and so am I-“
“No shuri don’t tell her-“
“Baby I must. You remember what you told me- we have to get better first” she said with a slight smirk.
“This is all your fault.” You said and threw a pillow at her.
Shuri let out a loud laugh and jumped on you grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head in an attempt to restrain you.
“Ok ok that’s enough of that-“ okoye said as she made her way into the room.
