I Might Possibly Drop Pt. 4 To CGYT? Tonight And Maybe Another Mo Drabble Or Fic Possibly Another Domestic

I might possibly drop pt. 4 to “CGYT?” tonight and maybe another Mo Drabble or fic… possibly another domestic home life Suga and Sunflower…. Who knows

Somebody be my gf bro I’m tired of being single

She’s supposed to be on break but I’ll let it slide! Y’all come look at this plssssss. It’s a piece of art

Footprints in the Sand

Shuri X Black!Fem!Singer!Reader

Contains: Angst and fluff.

A/N: Listen... I have no other explanation other than, this idea was nawing at my brain like a toothless dog and I had to get this out of my mind! I'm sorry, I will be starting Mo Baby fics back up here soon and I'll be looking at the requests soon as well. Hope y'all enjoy. -Ro <3 Here We Goooooo

‘I walked many miles to feel this way, and all I am left with is disappointment. I am not disappointed in you, for that is something that I subconsciously expected from you anyway. I am disappointed in myself for going through with it. I was lost in your eyes, the same way I have seen everyone do, but you turned away from me as soon as I looked in them and looked past my reflection in your pupils, finding the truth within your soul. I’ll mind my business now, because that wasn’t your intention, you know, for me to see you? You wanted me to see what I wanted to hear, but I didn't. I saw you, and I loved you for it. I now look you dead in the eyes, the real you, and say goodbye. No one else will see her again. You never let her out. So you’ll eventually suffocate her with the mask that you’ve glued together for years. I hope that she has a beautiful funeral that I will not be attending. She will hold a special place in my heart forever, but she will no longer hide from me, because she will be dead. I wish you the best. The absolute, wondrous, spectacular, best. I pray for you still and hope that my voice reaches you in another dimension. Maybe another lifetime, but in this lifetime, I let you go. I choose me, from now on. I choose me. I will choose me because I am the only one in this situation that truly will. I am proud of that. I am beautiful, and my creations are miraculous. Congratulations on witnessing some of my magic, but the show ends here, my beautiful moment. Goodbye, I am letting you go because if you come back you have been mine in the first place, but I still get to decide if I dispose of you the way you did with my heart. I hope each and every temporary feeling adds up to what I could’ve provided because they will have to, because I am no longer here. Not on this astral plane, not in this life. I am letting your energy go. It is my choice. I choose me. ‘

“Shit…” 

Shuri stares at the paper, reading your handwriting over and over again. She didn’t have time to fix this, not anymore at least. She wanted to support your art but she was busy. She wanted to attend your shows, but it wasn’t her scene. She wanted to love you but…

She couldn’t help but think that this was the most poetic way she’s ever been broken up with. Her heart had the illusion of still being intact, until you reached out and touched the deceptive thread that held it together. Stanzas lose their structure as they fall to her lungs, making it harder to breathe the reality of it. You’re gone. 

You said goodbye so beautifully. What was she gonna do? You left in a way where she couldn’t be angry, so where would she store her loss? Where would her helplessness reside? She didn’t know that you left a trail in the sand within the beach that is disguised as her mind. Footprints at which she needed to follow, you being at the end, silently waiting. Would she let the ocean of tears wash them away before she got the hint? Everything about you was a song, singing and lulling Shuri’s oblivion to sleep as her lack of acceptance grew in her chest with every second that was passing. 

“No…” 

She says to herself. She isn’t letting you go. You must have lost it! Losing every ounce of resistance within, Shuri throws herself to her feet, snatching her jacket and heading out the door. She knew you were in the studio, where else would you be? A vibrational infirmary where melodies tend to your heart, a spiritual operation room stitching together broken melodies to allow your creative flow. It was the equivalent to the significance of Shuri’s lab to her. You sing melodies into the microphone, but from your ears, they’re cries from the depths of your gut. Trained ears couldn’t hear it as such, but a certain panther could hear it from a mile away. It pulled her in as she stepped through the door quietly, not wanting to interrupt your hundredth take of the night. 

A note catches in your throat when you see her, and while melodies stopped dripping from your lips, the music never stopped. Her presence seemed ethereal while the music blasted in your ears. It seemed that your studio engineer left two minutes ago, you had no idea. The music continued and you both stared at each other, pupils speaking to one another, speaking a silent language to hide the conversation from the lips that only speak apologies at this very moment. 

You two couldn’t snap out of it, it wasn’t a trance anyway. You both stood within a realm that no one else could describe, because no one other than the two of you can see it. An epiphany uprooted Shuri’s feet from the garden of hesitation and she finally moved toward you, pushing through the door to get to you. “Ba-...Shuri what are you d-” She held her hand up, stopping your sentence with the gesture. “Let me speak, please.” She says, her voice shook but she planted her feet yet again, this time in the soil of gratitude to the universe of her determination to get you back. She found the footprints, and you knew that. 

“I’m not poetic… but I am a woman of science. I’ve seen Bast work miracles, so I cannot say that everything in science can be explained.” she slowly walks toward you, her hand outstretched, but your eyes are still on hers. “But what science can’t explain, love will. A miracle isn’t even the right word for the creation of you. Just please, I can figure it out…one line at a time, one note at a time, I can listen. I can try, My Love…please.” Her pleading spoke back to every show she missed, every problem she’s “kissed better,” every “Not right now, baby,” every “Shuri please, at least read it.” She spoke to every time your heart dropped when she wasn’t in the crowd. She spoke to each and every disappointed expression on your face after every show, asking your team “did Shuri show this time?”

“Please…” she begged again. You wanted to believe her, and truth be told…you did believe her. She just lied to you in the most alluring way. She said she wasn’t poetic, but the enchanting apology left her lips like smoke getting you high on forgiveness. There’s nothing more poetic than that at the moment. You wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your head in her chest. “Home?” you asked, Shuri chuckling at the one word that caused her so much relief. “Yeah baby, let’s go home.” 

Shuri showed up to every show after that, staying up with you in the studio at times and making sure you rehearsed enough. She would sing your lyrics back to you and you loved that. All it took was a path on the sand, the ocean of her love appeared once again. 

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“Cat got Your Tongue?” Series

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Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

“Mo Baby”

Baddest in the west

Milk N Honey’

“Suga and Sunflower”

“Rosie”

“Vanilla”

“Emerald Haywood”

“Who Says I Don’t?”

“Don’t nobody wanna hear that”

“Oj Haywood”

“Who Says I Don’t?”

“Pretty Girl”

“Just for a moment”

“Don’t nobody wanna hear that”

“Shuri Udaku”

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