Heavy. Yall Need To Start Acting Accordingly

heavy. y’all need to start acting accordingly…

we need to gain Letitia’s trust back because these so called “fans” really went to far 😒😒 .

first one is gonna be heavy on my mind all day

which should come first?

“on the run” — shuri x fem! reader ( shuri’s gf is an american girl she met through riri williams, a girl she met who’s known a different life than shuri could ever hope to experience — or in which reader is a little hood and she thinks shuri is ashamed of that side of her life.) rich girl x hood girl trope!

“too late for us” — shuriri x fem! reader ( reader is tired of being neglected by her girlfriends and has decided she’s ready to move on to someone new. — the classic story, where you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, or shuri & riri are oblivious exes that want to win their other half back )

“so lost without you” — shuri x fem! reader ( shuri’s toxic girlfriend is regretting ending their relationship, but has horrible communication problems, and has no idea to express how she really feels without starting shit — or in which reader does petty shit to show shuri she still cares about her and their past )

“space & security.” — shuri x fem! reader ( in which shuri and reader have reached a standstill in their relationship, with only two options: fix it or let it go — or in which y/n isn’t cut out to be the girlfriend of a monarch, and doesn’t know if she can stick around for half a girlfriend anymore )

“love and lies” — riri williams x fem! reader ( in which riri’s girlfriend is constantly out and about with other girls, coming back with more lies that riri happily forces herself to believe — or in which y/n lives the fast life and expects riri to always be there when she’s ready to crash from the high )

come to me (shuri x reader)

heyyyyy!! this is the second book i’m writing on tumblr and what did I chose? pain.

warnings: angst, tears, mental health issues, self harm (it doesn’t go too in depth, just a small remark), reader is fluent in xhosa, I think that’s all

translations: ukhathazwa yintoni sithandwa sam?: what troubles you my love? ndicela undiyeke: please leave me alone, sithandwa sam, mandikuncede: my love, let me help you, yonke into izakulunga: everything will be alright

shuri has not left the lab in two days. two consecutive days. naturally, that worries me; my wife of four years has been cooped up in a lab for days without a little as a text. she hasn’t even come to eat breakfast. as a matter of fact, she hasn’t come down to eat at all…

I make my way down to her lab and begin knocking on the door. “shuri!” now, I know shuri isn’t a fan of being yelled at, but this was starting to be too much for me to look past. she hasn’t uttered a word to me or anyone else for far too long.

“shuri, ukhathazwa yintoni sithandwa sam? please come out; we can talk about this!” I knew she was troubled. she only got like this when something was on her mind. we’ve talked about healthier ways of expressing emotions in a therapy session we did a while ago, and I thought she was doing pretty well in communicating with me more efficiently. I suppose i’ve been mistaken

“I just need to be alone. i’m fine,” she said softly through the door. that was not the voice of shuri when she was doing “fine.” she sounded crippled and weak. something was paining her deep within her heart; I can feel it.

“then why haven’t I seen you? you have not come to bed in 2 days shuri, I want to see you face to face,” I demanded. my heart swelled with hurt from my wife’s distance. I know she’s been through a lot, but I wanted to be there for her. “i’ll give you 30 seconds to open this door before I get Okoye to break it down. I am not joking with you ohh!”

“ndicwela undiyeke, please I don’t want to talk now,” she was crying. I can hear it in the way her voice cracks and wavers. my mouth fell slightly agape; i’ve seen shuri cry many times, and i’ve seen her at her lowest, so why was she shutting me out?

“sithandwa sam, mandikuncede! i love you more than life itself, and it pains me to see you like this. open this door, and we can talk out whatever is bothering you!” I want nothing more than for shuri to be happy. she has been through too much, yet she still keeps a brave face on for the rest of Wakanda to see. but I am not Wakanda. I am her wife. the person she should reside in when she feels too many emotions to handle on her own.

I call out, “shuri?” and am met with silence. was she ok? what was she doing in there? what is she feeling? what is she thinking? “shuri, please, you know I worry about you!” still, nothing but silence.

“shuri! I am not joking with you, please don’t let me get Okoye!” my eyebrows furrow in worry as I hear a loud thump coming from the other side of the door, as well as a quiet sob.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this for y/n. i’m so tired, and my heart aches. I can’t stop thinking about her. she’s all I see when I close my eyes, she’s watching over me, and I feel like nothing but a disappointment.” all I hear is pure grief and pain in my wife’s voice.

hearing her confession pains me as i know exactly what she is talking about. she has never talked about her mother's death, mainly concentrating on T’challa. still, there was a whole sheet of grief and pain that needed to be uncovered for shuri to heal fully.

shuri regrets her last words to her mother deeply. for bast sake, she had said them over the phone. shuri replays her words in her head constantly, constantly thinking about what she could have said differently, how stubborn she was, how selfish she was; would her mother still be alive had she just listened to what she said? shuri felt unworthy even to speak her mother's name because had shuri just listened and stopped acting like a child, her mother would be here to guide her, to love her, to tell her “yonke into izakulunga,” and that she loved her.

“shuri, open this door,” I say firmly but softly. the door cracks open, and I take that as an invitation to walk in. what I see next feels like a bullet to my chest.

shuri is on the floor curled up in a ball with fresh tears running down her face, heavy breathing, disheveled hair, and broken sobs flowing out her mouth. she has a small bruise on her left ankle, and it looks like a burn mark.

I drop down to where she sat and pull her into my chest. “oh, shuri,” is all I can say after seeing her in this state. my mind can’t manage to say anything else, and my heart is shattered. I want to tell her not to blame herself, that her mother loves her and is watching over her with pride, that everything will be ok, but for now, i sit and hold shuri in silence as she sobs against me.

WHEWWWW CHILE

i’m sorry y’all today was a bad day and I felt like writing smth short and sad.

normally I hate writing/reading sad shit so if this sucks lmk 🤭

ugh I listened to love in the dark by adele while writing this.. and I couldn’t stop crying

I need a scotty fic and imma write one… not today, nor tomorrow, but best believe imma write one

ugh poetic writing makes me cry

white ferrari

shuri x black!plussize!reader

content warnings : liminal space

i care for you still and i will

forever

that was my part of the deal

honest

deep down inside you knew you could never hate shuri, no matter how much you wanted to. no matter how abruptly your relationship ended, if you could call it that. you would always cherish the moment you spent with her and if she did the same wasn’t your concern.

it’s funny how you could spend your most vulnerable moments with someone, your heart, soul and mind open, the deepest layers of your being on display and then to be in the same room with them and behave as if they haven’t seen in your barest form.

but shuri was always one for appearances.

if you think about

it was over in no time

and that’s life

loving shuri was explosive. the burst of colorful fireworks in a hot night sky couldn’t compare to the flame you shared, deep and fiery. loving shuri was grounded, rooted in the cool earth and watered by mami wata, flourishing toward the sun. loving shuri’s was weightless. her touch like cool water, lifting you effortlessly and absorbing your demons, gently swaying you in an ocean of tender emotion.

but the best moments are fleeting and should be treated as such.

can’t take what been given

but we’re so okay here

we’re doing fine

primal and naked

you dreams of walls

that hold us in prison

and we’re free to roam

deep in your mind, past the confusion and pain a small piece of you hopes you meet shuri again. in another life where the baggage is lost and every breath feels like the first. where every brush of your skin feels like a shooting star, hot energy burning through the atmosphere of your nerves. a plane of land where the plants lush and the fruit plump and sweet, palm leaves blowing in the warm breeze.

where your love is free to be without inhibition.

GIRLFRIENDSSSS

shuriri + love tropes