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stevebabey · 9 months

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surrounded by your embrace

summary: when you get drunk at a party, old memories make steve worry. he really doesn't need to because all alcohol does is make you clingy. gn!reader but mentioned to wear sum eyeshadow, no warnings u and steve are just absolute goobers for each other :D wc: 2k

He goes to the bathroom for five minutes.

Five minutes and you manage to make yourself scarce. The corner you had been previously inhabiting, slurping the lip of your red solo cup while talking to some friends, is completely void of you when Steve finds his way back to it.

Your friends are still there, leaned against the wall and chattering amongst themselves. Steve clears his throat to gain their attention.

"Did you see...?" He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, asking if they'd noticed where you might've wandered off to. You've had quite a few drinks tonight already and Steve's not surprised if it means you've forgotten you're the only one he knows at this party. These are your friends, not his.

One of them points towards the kitchen and he mutters a quiet thank-you, beginning to wind his way through the people to reach the kitchen.

A fraction of unease prickles at the back of his neck. Last time he was a party and his partner ambled off, full of alcohol, it had left a couple memories that cut deep. Steve hasn't ever admitted it aloud to anyone the seeds that Nancy had sowed that night, the little insecurities that had never bothered Steve in the slightest suddenly sprouting up overnight.

Worst is, he can't make himself forget that night. He remembers the spill of red punch on her white shirt vividly. Remembers the sting behind his eyes. Remembers how later on she'd come back in the middle of everything with Jonathan by her side and Steve had just... known.

But you're not Nancy and he knows that. He knows that this is a different party, you're a different person, it's a whole different relationship—

Yet, those insecurities have rooted deep and Steve can feel them shifting painfully inside him as his worries get away from him. Like vines wrapping tight around his ribcage the longer it takes to find you.

You're aren't by the drink station on the kitchen bench and looking out at the sea of people in the living room, you aren't there either. Steve pulls his collar away from his neck, feeling the prickle roll down his skin again. You've gone, something in his head whispers meanly, You've left him and found someone else at this party. Someone without his baggage, someone without his neediness, someone—

Steve scrubs a hand down his face and shoves away his ugly thoughts. None of them are fair to you — you who has been nothing but impossibly and endlessly sweet on him in the one month you and Steve have been dating. He inhales sharply to clear his head and scans the crowd again. Nothing.

Just as he's turning to go bug your friends again, he spots movement out the corner on his eye, someone shuffling about the walk-in pantry. Steve walks closer and peers in. It's you.

Delight and relief bloom together in his chest and he rounds the corner with a shaky smile, leaning up against the door frame. "There you are."

You turn with a little hiccup, clearly startled.

Steve adores how the recognition on your face melts into excitement, steamrolling his anxieties in an instant, and you drop whatever is in your hands and leap for your boyfriend.

"Steve!"

"That's me," He says with a smile, arms opening for you to burrow yourself in. You do so, arms twisting around his middle and face smushing against his chest and he welcomes the warmth of you in his arms. He expects you to move after a minute but you stay put, pressed right up against him, hold only tightening.

"I couldn't find you." You whine.

"You were looking for me in the pantry?"

"Nooooo," The drinks you've had have turned your usual drama up to 11. You dig your face out of his chest and rest your chin against it instead, forcing Steve to look directly down to meet your eyes. "S'just went to get water from th' kitchen 'n' then I saw they have a box of Fruit Roll-Ups."

You say this all as if it's incredibly self-explanatory why you're in the pantry while you're also looking for your boyfriend. Steve looks over your head and spies the spilled box on the ground you were holding just a few moment prior. Lo and behold, half a dozen Fruit Roll-Ups are scattered on the ground.

"Fruit Roll-Ups, Steve." You whisper with more emphasis.

He laughs a little, looking back down at you and thinking how pretty you look tonight. There's this blue crystal-coloured eyeshadow lightly smudged across your eyelids and it glitters beneath the low hanging bulb of the pantry.

"Well, I'm sure you can have one." He nods to gesture behind you. "Melanie won't mind, you're her friend."

Melanie, the party's host, had been tucked up and fast asleep in her bed with a big red bucket by her side when he had opened her door trying to find the bathroom. Steve definitely thinks she won't mind letting you gorge yourself of a single Fruit Roll-Up. Or a couple. Whatever, he won't tell on you.

"You think?"

Steve rubs your back lightly and goads you back towards the snack you're clearly hungry for. Your hands slide out of the hug reluctantly but the moment you turn, you're scuttling over to the treats. Steve chuckles watching you plop yourself down, sitting down on the cold tiles. You're in shorts. Steve can see your goosebumps from here.

He takes a few steps and crouches down, taking a seat next to you, leaning his back up against a beam. You're trying to tear into one of the packets but the moment Steve's back in your view, you're pouting and holding it out to him.

Steve pretends to scoff, taking the packet and opening it easily, but really, he loves that you ask him to do those things. Loves doing little things for you. He offers it back to you and you pluck it from his hands with glee.

He assumes you'll sink your teeth into it but you stare at it for a moment before you surprise him, crawling forward and all bout clambering into his lap.

It's rather inelegant, your drunkenness not helping and you push the heel of your hand just two inches from where it would really hurt, making Steve wince in anticipation. He holds his hands up and out of the way and lets you settle yourself.

A quiet revelation makes something in his chest glows hotly. You're always affectionate, always want to be touching him, but this is another level for you — there's a shyness around PDA that you usually carry that seems to have been shed tonight. Anyone could peer in the pantry and see you curled up in his arms and lap and you seem too enamoured with him to even care.

Steve grins and chides himself for ever being worried earlier.

"Hi." You say, finally situated comfortably. Steve's not sure it is comfortable, sitting sideways in his lap with one leg twisted nearly underneath you and one out in front, sorta curled in, but you seem content enough. He places one hand on the small of your back, the other holding just above your knee.

"Hi there. Comfy now?"

"Very. Can you pass me my roll-up please?"

You've dropped it in your wriggle to get closer to him and its rolled nearly under the shelf Steve's leaning up besides. He leans over and retrieves it, thanks God for the wrapper, and produces it for you.

"A gift." He says, drinking in how your face washes over with delight. With the lights haloing behind your head, your hair frizzy from dancing earlier, he thinks you look like an angel.

"That's right!" You take it from him and pull it close to your chest, attention back on him. "I wanted to give you a kiss, to say thank you."

Steve feels his heart flutter, a stutter in the beats at the utter tenderness of your words. He squeezes your knee and turns his face, holding out his cheek.

"Well, go on then."

You giggle and it's the most dreamy honeyed noise Steve's ever heard. You lean in and plant a big wet kiss on his cheek with a happy hum, pulling back with a mwah!

"Thank you for the kiss, sweetheart." He rubs the hand on your back lightly and you soften at his words completely, pure giddiness running rampant across your features.

Steve soaks it all in, unsure of the last time he knew someone who gave him love so freely. You seem to have endless amounts of it for him. You don't even mind when he's greedy with you.

You finally peel back the wrapper of the Fruit Roll-Up and gobble a bit of it down. You chew and swallow and lean all your weight against him, your shoulder pressing into his. You're close, a couple more inches and the tip of his nose would brush yours. A bashful expression flits across your features.

"I like when you call me sweetheart."

"You do?"

You nod enthusiastically.

"That's good," Steve says, fondness coating each word. " 'Cos I like calling you sweetheart, sweetheart."

It's so cheesy that Steve thinks you shouldn't laugh, but you do because you're wonderful. He grins, his fingers on your knee tightening slightly as you look over him, your eyes crinkled up by your grin. The alcohol makes you brash enough to stare and you look at his face intently for a moment before you huff.

“God!” You drop your head back with a dramatic sigh and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to try contain your giddy grin. It doesn’t work in the slightest. “That look.”

"What? What look?”

You tip your head back up and Steve can read the shyness on your expression, pulling at your eyebrows.

“You know,” You say, a little embarrassed, which is even more adorable on you while drunk. You're flustered over your words, like you know you wouldn't normally have said them if you were sober. “You just get this look sometimes, when you’re looking at me—”

Steve frowns for a moment, minuscule, as he thinks of what face you might be referring to.

“—and your eyes get all intense and- ugh! It still makes nervous when you do it.” You’ve drop your head again, forward this time, to hide your face in his shoulder. You pat your tummy theatrically and then clutch it, voice lowering to a whisper in his ear. “These butterflies are your doing, Harrington.”

Steve laughs, entirely too pleased with himself —he still makes you nervous. Ditto, he thinks. “Is that so?”

"Mmhm." You hum and Steve feels you place a soft kiss on one of the moles on his neck. His breath catches and his heart flip-flops. You wiggle a bit but it's just to try get closer to him, your nose nuzzling against his neck. A tired sigh escapes you.

"You tired? Wanna go home?" He asks.

You nod sluggishly but make no attempt to move. Steve chuckles lightly, his hand still soothing up and down your back gently, not helping in the least he knows. Still, he can't help himself; he wants to ply you with love, with comfort, if he can. You sigh happily.

"N' a minute." You mumble. Your words are slurring the more tired you get. "Just wanna be at a party with my super hot and amazing boyfriend for one more minute. S'okay?"

Steve's heart crumples and he can feel his entire body curl up, his legs sliding up an inch, his hands tensing, all involuntarily reactions to try bring you in closer to him. There is an ache in his very core but it's a lovely ache. Steve feels a burn behind his eyes. He blinks and presses a long kiss to your hairline.

"Yeah, sweetheart," He murmurs into your hair. "That's more than okay with me."

#title from halo by beyonce ! bcos i literally have. had on it repeat #plus the line in there about halos is indeed a ref to that <3 #why did i bust this out in one night. who am i #this is unedited so like if theres a mistake just like take me out the back and shoot me dead #ruby writes steve #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #annnnnd uuuuuh post :D

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damiansgoodgirll · 28 days

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So girl, I’ve seen Beyonce is your favourite singer and she’s my favourite singer so could you please write Reader where she is a huge fan and she’s part of the judgment day and more like Rhea and Damian, she reacts to the album with them and they can’t understand like the hype or something like that because they are not into that genre and like reader has some crazy reaction.

Please it would be so fun! Thank you so my queen 🐝❤️

please, i always imagined what would their reactions be to beyonce or singers they don’t listen to lol, i’m so happy to make this request!

notes : i love rock music and metal too! i just needed to make reader a beyhive and make her hating metal music (please forgive me), also listen to this masterpiece thank you!

damian priest x reader x rhea ripley (PLATONIC)

cowboys

you always loved sharing car rides and hotel rooms with your teammates, especially damian and rhea. they were the first people to ask you to join them in the judgment day, seeing your potential in nxt and being barely twenty one, they wanted to give you a bigger opportunity and so they took you under their protective wing.

finn and dom were nice too, they helped you growing in your skills in the past year and they all took a liking in you but you had a bigger connection with rhea and damian.

they always pushed you, making you reach goals you thought were impossible and you couldn’t thank them enough.

there was one thing you didn’t like about them.

their favourite type of music.

rock. metal. punk. whatever they were listening to. you just couldn’t handle it. there was just one rock song you liked and it was beyoncé’s “don’t hurt yourself” rock song.

so long car rides with them were always a torture. you tried to make conversation most of the time but when it was a 7 hour ride, eventually you would finish topics and so you had to listen to them singing or more - screaming - to their songs.

they usually let you choose one or two songs, but that was it. and everytime you would choose rihanna or beyonce they would take over it.

finn once told you that metal heads only cared about their favourite music. the rest was trash for them. you didn’t believe him at first, thinking he was only overreacting but in this year you realised how right he was.

it’s like they were allergic to beyonce.

but tonight, oh, tonight it was going to be your night.

you were currently in the same hotel room as they were as rhea wanted to share a room with you all. you knew what was coming at midnight and so you asked multiple times to have a separate room from them, you didn’t give them explanations but rhea wasn’t having it.

so, a huge bedroom with two kings sized bed - one for damian and the other one for rhea and you - and a huge tv with all the apps you needed, spotify included was what you got.

the shock came when the track list dropped a day prior, letting you know that there were going to be 27 songs.

they can barely handle one song, how were they going to react to 27 songs?

you still didn’t ask them, as whatever band rhea was playing on spotify - probably motionless in white - were blasting in the room and you were currently fidgeting with your fingers.

the best guess was probably that they would leave you alone for two hours or so. maybe going at the gym or somewhere else. the worst guess was that they probably would laugh at you and telling you no. that would be the worst because you had been waiting for this album since the announcement day and you were already excited at the thought of a new beyonce album.

fifteen minutes to the album drop and you were already imagining yourself leaving the room to go somewhere else to listen to the album.

“guys!” you called for their attention. you were sitting on the bed next to rhea and damian, who were playing some cards game.

“you okay?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“i have something to ask you…”

“go on” rhea’s curios faced looked at you. rhea always liked the way you got shy around them, even if you had been with them for the past year. she kinda knew what you were going to ask, as you had been fangirling about the album with bianca belair for the past two weeks but still, she wanted to hear you asking them. deep down she knew she couldn’t say no to you.

damian, on the other hand, had no idea and he probably was going to have a heart attack at your request.

“so…i have a request…and for once i would like - uhm…i would like that you would consider my feelings” you struggled at first making rhea slightly chuckle.

“did we do something?” damian’s worried expression looked at you.

“no no no, you didn’t do anything to me…uhm…it came out wrong” you said “so, uhm…i don’t know if you know, probably not, but beyoncé’s new album drops in like ten minutes now and - uhm…since we’ve been listening to metal music all day long and i haven’t complained once - i would like to ask you if you could let me listen the album here? like, i know it’s not your type of music but i would really love to listen it here and not going like in the gym or somewhere else…since we have spotify and stuff…” you asked.

rhea was smirking and damian was very much confused.

“that’s it?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“why were you so scared to ask us that?” damian asked you this time.

“i wasn’t scared…”

“yes you were” he pointed out. he kinda felt bad that you had to ask them such a simple thing. yes, he knew beyonce wasn’t his music but he couldn’t see why it was a thing to ask.

“so?” rhea asked “you kinda looked scared”

“it’s not that. it’s just i know it’s not your type of music and you always act dramatic when finn or i ask if we can listen to something else so i thought it was going to be a problem for you”

“we always let you put your songs on” damian said.

“yes, and then you and rhea talk over it”

“oh” he said “i didn’t mean to do that i promise”

“okay…” you smiled “so you really are going to listen beyonce with me?”

“yeah, i mean, i don’t think 13 or 14 songs could hurt us” rhea joked and damian laughed too.

“actually…it’s 27 songs”

“what!?” the both screamed, making you chuckle.

“you still have five minutes to back up because the album is about to drop” you said as you were searching beyonce on spotify.

you observed the way rhea and damian looked at each others. definitely not ready for the outcome. but rhea couldn’t help but notice how excited you were about the album, and how you were happy with it. just a small thing that made you the happiest she ever saw you.

“here we go!” you almost screamed jumping back on the bed, sat between rhea and damian as you were about to press play when you saw the album popping up on her spotify home “are you ready?”

“wait…is it a country album?” damian asked and you nodded.

“you should have gave us a little more of infos about what kind of death we have to die…” rhea added a little dramatic, making you laugh.

“oh shut up! it’s gonna be great!” you said pressing play.

you were in tears after the first minute of ameriican requiem and now damian and rhea thought you were the dramatic one.

it got worse when beyoncé’s cover of jolene started as you always loved that song growing up.

“so she stealing songs?” damian murmured, earning a side look from rhea and punch in his stomach from you “okay i apologise”

the death of you was when daughter started, you knew beyonce was capable of anything but opera? the italian part? you were a crying mess, and even though neither of them were understanding the hype around beyonce, they couldn’t deny she was a great artist.

they were a little shocked when they saw you crying over her songs and they didn’t know what to do. if they should console you or letting you cry in peace.

“oh she’s doing it again!” you screamed when spaghetti started.

“doing what?” rhea whispered never getting a reply back.

you were crying and then you were not.

they felt like they were babysitting a baby.

damian was trying to stay awake just for you and rhea was kinda amused by the reactions you were having to her songs.

ya ya made you start jumping on the bed, tyrant made you feel like you were a porn star and ii hand ii heaven made you cry all over again.

one hour and a half later the album was over and you couldn’t believe the masterpiece beyonce just dropped.

“so?” you asked them, noticing their confused looks “did you like it?”

they knew they couldn’t say no because you looked too happy and they didn’t want to ruin your mood but they couldn’t say yes because - country? - definitely not their genre.

“i gave up after the jolene cover” damian joked, earning another side look from rhea “joking joking…it was interesting”

“rhea?” you turned to her and now she was speechless.

“uhm…yeah, it was an experience” she smiled at you, making you smile too.

you were happy with their reactions so you went all to bed.

two days later

another car ride. another show. another hotel room to be shared with damian and rhea.

you hit the shower first, tired of the trip you just had, you wanted to relax a bit before going to bed.

“your body laid out on these filthy floors

your bloodstains on my custom coutures

bathroom attendant let me right in

she was a big fan”

came from the bedroom. except it wasn’t spotify.

“they keep saying that i ain’t nothing like my father

but i’m the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

if you cross me i’m just like my father

i am colder than titanic water”

you heard damian singing.

he was singing beyonce. the opera song. they really thought you couldn’t hear them so they kept singing or more like, whispering, but you would catch a someone singing a beyonce song even in the loudest crowd.

rhea joining him too was something else.

you really couldn’t believe that but you pretended nothing happened because you knew you would have ruined their egos.

damian and rhea singing beyonce?

no one would believe that.

but you did.

and that was enough for you.

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chosomindslave · 4 months

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What artist does the JJK characters listen to?

Summary: stated it the title

Genre: very informative

Satoru Gojo🧿: 100% rod wave. idk what be wrong with Gojo but I just feel it in my CORE he listens to rod wave vigorously. Trust whenever Ijichi is chauffeuring you two you’re either gonna hear Turks and Caicos or Heart on ice… something is wrong with him seriously…

Suguru Geto🐵: mfer don’t listen to music 😞. He prolly only hear it as monkeys making their distinctive sounds…

Kento Nanami🥖: The Jacksons… (Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, etc) idk Nanami gives off grown man vibes but not grown man Kevin Gates vibes. I could see him listening to Janet Jackson, or even En Vogue… yk he’s really just that bitch. He probably listens to artists like Joe and Jon B also, you never know, but I can say one thing for sure , HE HAS TASTE

Choso Kamo🩸: it’s really whatever Itadori is listening to at the moment, he doesn’t have an exact preference

Yuuji Itadori👊🏽: Ice Spice, IKIK ITS CRAZY BUT PLSSD don’t sit there and tell me Itadori wouldn’t be walking down the hallways at Jujutsu high saying “like what let’s keep it a buck” NO SERIOUSLY, or “im still shaking ass in the deli” LMAOOOO

Megumi Fushiguro🐕‍🦺: Guns N Roses… look man he had a hard life LMAO but still then yk he just gives off the type to like Rock music, I can see him liking pierce the veil also…

Nobara Kugisaki🔨: SZA , she’s definitely a scissor girly. But even still then I do think she also listens to artist like Ariana Grande. Yesss kwueen

Yuta Okkotsu🗡️: before Africa, most def YONCÉ, but after coming back from Africa all mf hear is war sirens . What the fuck did Gojo have him look for THAT BITCH IS PTSDIFED lord somebody save Yuta

Maki Zenin🦚: girls generation. Idk after I seen that mfn edit with her and Kugisaki I just KNEW she was an snsd fan. BESIDES look at the way she dressed in the movie, and me ready to risk it all for her. SNSD APPROVED

Toge Inumaki📢: Sukihana, Sexy Red and Cupcakke. Look man, this mf a troll you think his top three artists aren’t the cuntiest of all time? His impulsive thoughts take over each time. Just know he ain’t a freak but he listen to nasty asss songs, cs why are you listening to somebody talk about eating niggas ASS?

(tumblr wouldn’t let me add in a gif for him FUCK YOU)

Panda🐼: Lana Del Rey: look man Panda is all about is aesthetic, you can’t tell me mf don’t be having his lil ciggy hanging out his mouth, looking out the window playing Summertime Sadness NEXT

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uranometrias · 23 days

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published a spencer fic on wattpad && im so excited to see it come to life!!

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grimesgirll · 1 month

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inhalin' whiskey when you kiss my neck

honey, honey, i could be your bodyguard

honey, honey, you could be my bodyguard

bodyguard - beyoncé

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cocojimin · 9 months

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Flaws&All

↣ pairing: idol!yoongi x gn!reader ↣ genre: established relationship, slight angst, fluff ↣ warnings: alluding to depressive states ↣ word count: ~600 ↣ song inspo: Beyoncé - Flaws and All a/n: hello all! this one-shot is apart of my new series, 'Song Shuffle One-Shots' or SOS where I shuffle my library and write based on the song. hope you all enjoy the first installment.

You catch me when I fall.

Accept me, flaws and all.

And that’s why I love you.

Loving Yoongi has never been an easy road, but it is a road you’d happily trek down without question.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Coming into a quiet home was not often a marker for something being amiss. Usually when you got off work or back from an outing, the house would mainly be darkened, save for soft light spilling from underneath a certain door.

Yoongi’s Studio.

Tonight, however, there was no signs of him within the walls of his personal domain. The door was slightly cracked, computer off, no sounds of keyboards or groans of frustration.

Moving slowly through the dark home, you brought light with every wall you touched. Light began to flood the various rooms in search of your lover.

Living Room.

Kitchen.

Studio.

Bedroom.

Brightness revealed the bed, completely made, save for a heap of gray occupying the same side Yoongi usually sleeps on. This particular scene wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if you didn’t know Yoongi inside and out. Around this time, he would either be in his studio finishing up his latest obsession or in the living room, complaining about the show he purposefully turned on.

Head tucked under the gray throw blanket.

Feet incased in the fabric.

Yoongi was in the fetal position, so cocooned from the outside world that he didn’t register you being home, or the lights being turned on. Pulling back the blanket, you finally locked eyes with your lover. Red rimmed and tired, he passed you a soft smile, muscles slightly relaxing as he didn’t have to hold his protection taunt anymore.

“I didn’t hear you come in. I’m sorry about that”, Yoongi spoke through a puff of air.

Carding through his hair, you caught his wandering gaze.

Yoongi has bouts where he falls into himself.

Drowning in inconsistencies.

Sometimes silence is key, or maybe comforting words. Other days its soft touches and whispers of incoherent thoughts. Words jumbled together that spell out ‘I Love You’ in every language imaginable.

Tonight, you could tell he need to be grounded through touch.

“Why didn’t you call me, honey boy?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you, you know how I get”, he says as he leans into your touch. “I thought doing this might help”, he chuckles humorlessly, “I just look silly though, don’t I?”.

Shaking your head, you fully unwrap him in more ways than one. Taking in his flaws and insecurities without passing judgement, knowing they all combine to make the amazing human you know and adore.

“You know you can call me for anything”, Yoongi begins to interject, but you quickly stop his incoming ramblings, “I don’t care if you just get a papercut or you just needed me to keep you company, I’ll answer.” Yoongi’s small smile let you know he understood exactly what message you were trying to get across in a less blunt way.

“Come on, honey boy”, rising to your feet, you outstretched your hand. “Let’s go wash the day away, I’ll let you use my new scrub that you like so much.”

Yoongi giggled.

His face lights up as he takes your hand, thanking whatever powers may be for sending him an angel. No matter how many times he sits and ponders on how you continue to love him despite him lacking on days, he can’t figure out what you see. Your belief and love for him never wavers as you continuously reassure him and shows him that he is worth loving.

And that, is why he loves you.

#cocojimin #SOS #song shuffle one-shots #artist: beyonce #bts #bts imagines #bts fic #bts fluff #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #gn reader #idol!yoongi

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cuubism · 2 years

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actor hob, and pretentious asshole film director dream

[ this got so long and so weird and specific i'm so sorry ]

so hob is an everyman actor. a good actor, charismatic, funny, fan favorite, but not the type that gets cast in highbrow art films. mostly he does like romcoms, mid-budget action movies, feel-good family films, etc etc. and he's totally cool with that, he's good at what he does, and people enjoy those films, anyway. he might be getting a bit bored though, a bit stagnant. might be thinking it's time for some reinvention. and there might be a certain director whose ridiculous and nonsensical but dreamy films he's particularly enamored with...

dream makes REALLY pretentious art films. the types that get studied in graduate level film classes and have fifty different academic papers with fifty different theses trying to puzzle them out. dream is a master of themes and images and subtle construction. he is also a COMPLETE asshole and impossible to work with, an auteur in the most stereotypical way possible, he writes and directs, he micromanages all his projects, he asserts his vision and god help anyone who goes against it. nobody can handle him, nobody can STAND him, and the only reason he still gets funding for these projects is because they win awards, so many awards, and the studios want to ride on the coattails of those awards. but it's getting to the point where even his most ride-or-die producers are ready to give up.

right off the back of dream's most recent bafta, a rather naive Big Exec approaches him to direct the next installment of his Big Superhero Franchise. dream is immediately like fuck off with that bullshit but the exec pleads with him that the franchise is flagging and they really need something new to spice it up. plus the pay will be enough for dream to finance like 10 of his own ridiculous art films without having to rely on producers for money. and dream really is about to get cut off for being a complete insufferable asshole so he takes the gig. it kind of feels like prison though.

anyway, he gets to work trying to make this shitty boring film at least marginally less shitty and boring. he doesn't have a lot of leeway -- a lot of the story is locked in, half the cast is set from prior installments etc. dream immediately regrets taking this job, he'd rather die in actual prison than work on this mindnumbing piece of trash. it feels like it's taking an eternity and who could possibly stand an eternity of this???

well. enter hob, whose agent managed to snag him a 2nd-lead sort of role in this thing. it's not QUITE the reinvention he was going for but the pay and exposure are really good -- and even if they weren't, the moment hob saw that dream was attached he was immediately on board.

cue dream tearing his fucking hair out and basically being a complete menace and diva on set -- no that wasn't good, yes we have to do a 57th take, oh my god this dialogue is horrible give me that shitty script i'm writing my own thing, what do you mean the plot is linear???, wait there are how many cgi aliens????? i'm going to kill myself -- and Hob, pretty much Just Happy To Be There as always, takes one look at this beautiful dramatic emo asshole and is like oh. yes. i don't know what i'm saying yes to, but i'm saying yes. just immediately enamored with this bitch against all logic, he's like i've seen all your films i know how your mind works you brilliant nihilistic mess of a person. i'm on board. let's go.

first scene that hob's in dream is once again ranting about the atrocious script, which he did not write and is hardly allowed to change -- or, every change he makes is too weird and the studio keeps nixing it. everyone keeps sighing and being like oh my god can we please just shoot i wanna go home, meanwhile hob's like alright then. let's workshop it. and dream's just like. what. you aren't just gonna tell me to shut up? and hob's like no, youre right, this script is trash, but i know you're just going to write something really weird and psychedelic that they won't let you shoot. and dream's like you dare to speak to me that way??? and hob just puts his hands on his hips and is like listen, i actually know more about this sort of general audience family film thing than you do, mister arthouse, so are you going to work with me or not? and dream's just like what... is happening... because usually people who try to 'handle' him either just cave to his every demand like wimps, or just fight him on everything to 'prove' that they're in control, and hob is just kind of... not doing either of those? anyway dream doesn't know what to do with him.

so they workshop it. turns out hob actually DOES know how these sort of general audience all-follow-the-same-three-act-structure films work and how to improve things within those confines, and also he understands what like, normal people like, you know, casual feel good movies, not everything has to be a mindbender, jesus. so they bounce ideas off each other for like 3 hours until they finally get something that's okay enough that dream no longer wants to fling himself into the sun. meanwhile everyone on set is staring at them like 👀. then dream is like come back to my trailer we are rewriting the other 116 pages of this script right NOW. what else is hob supposed to do but follow.

then hob becomes the designated Dream Handler on set. dream starts using him as his barometer for what 'normal people' would like because he does not understand that at all. ("hob, will 'people' accept this?" "well considering youre spinning the camera around on a string i'm gonna go out on a limb and say no"). dream becomes kind of obsessed with him because his life is so like, normal, and he's okay with it?? he doesn't find existence to be an insufferable prison from which there is no escape?? and hob is like aw i know you're such a tortured artistic soul *pats him on the head*. plus, hob is actually a good actor, and he's able to put a lot of heart into even this mediocre big budget film, and kind of forces dream to confront the idea that there's more than one good type of story. that different stories serve different purposes and a straightforward happy story is okay, actually.

(and that the problem is the corporatization of the storytelling, not the story itself)

anyway the movie ends up being pretty good, dream still kind of hates it because he wasn't given full artistic license but he has to grudgingly admit that it has at least some merit. after the premiere hob is like (cheekily) so you gonna direct the sequel? and dream is like i did not write that to have a sequel. and hob's like it has a cliffhanger? and dream's like so???? and hob's like well theyre definitely gonna make a sequel. and dream's like i hate this planet. also no i'm not going to make the sequel. i'm going to fuck off to the woods and make a movie about teeth. do you want to star in it? and hob's like you're so fucking weird i'm obsessed with you i'm going to kiss you now.

so yeah, that.

#dreamling #the sandman #just chuckin aus into the void cuz who knows if i'll ever actually write them #sorry this au became insane XD #it got SO much longer and more meandering than i was aiming for i just wanted to write a little 2 paragraph summary LOL #then it grew several legs #long post #anyway dream doesn't have a 'full name' in this btw he just directs under Dream like he's beyonce or something 😂#you can think of dream as sort of like ingmar bergman or luis bunuel #and hob is like. mark ruffalo. so you can try to imagine that dynamic if you wish XD #sort of inspired by the way art film directors keep getting roped into directing marvel and disney films for some reason??#my writing

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Riverlands drama squad bbyyyyyyy

#jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #braime #catelyn stark #lady stoneheart #hyle hunt #podrick payne #asoiaf #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #the way we're never gonna get this book and im gonna have to live my life with the shows ending ddsufguygferuf #imagine staning this series bro #clown behavior frfrfr #beyonce you wont break my soul @ grrm

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anarcho-smarmyism · 1 month

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ok I told myself I was going to listen to the whole album and then post about it but JOLENE is making me lose my got dang mind . to remix a legendary song like Dolly Parton's Jolene on your FIRST COUNTRY ALBUM and to make it its own thing with its own vibe is so incredibly ballsy and for it to be THIS GOOD is fucking unparalleled, bravo

#when i post about #country music #you Have to imagine a texa accent. its the Rules #beyonce #cowboy carter #country #music

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cialovesklopp · 11 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝐉𝐄 𝐓’𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄

PAIRING: kylian mbappé x amara imani

*•..° ❝𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀❞ ｡.*･ﾟ*✧

↳ when amara imani’s life is crashing down, star football player kylian mbappé is ready to pull her out of her slump

↳ in which kylian mbappé meets amara imani before her rep! era and is hell bent on making sure she is ready for a comeback

— 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: WELCOME TO MY FIRST SERIES: MON AMOUR, JE T’AIME. very excited to start this project and i really hope to keep this enthusiasm during the progress of publishing the chapters. I instantly fell in love with her and only hope i can manage to transport that love through the screens.

also huge thank you to my bestie @lorarri for all the help, preparing this series. mon amour is as much my fanfiction as it is yours, because amara was created by both of us and i would have never done it without your help, so thank you so much for supporting me, helping me and just being you <3

CHARACTERS:

amara imani

➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

article one — QUELLE HONTE

prologue

chapter one — dress

article two — CUPID’S PERFECT MATCH

chapter two — one kind of a man

article three — THE QUEEN OF POP FLOPS AT RELATIONSHIPS!

chapter three — this love

article four — WHERE HAS SHE GONE?

chapter four — pov

article five — SHE IS BACK!!

chapter five — revenge is a dish best served cold

article six — AMARA’S RENAISSANCE

chapter six — king of my heart

article seven — mon amour -> who is she dating?

chapter seven — lover

article eight — amara imani sues evan henderson for defamation

chapter eight — va dire à ton ex

article nine — is amara imani dating star-football player kylian mbappé?

chapter nine — wild side

chapter ten — while we’re young

bonus one -> daylight

bonus two -> une journée a trois

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 — 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃’𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 — 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄?

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 — 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!!

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 — 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 — 𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 -> 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 — 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐑𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

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wakandamama · 1 year

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Dance 4 You is about Jay-z 😖🤢

DRUNK IN LOVE IS ABOUT JAY-Z 😟😷

PARTITION IS ABOUT JAY-Z 😰🤮

CATER 2 U IS ABOUT JAY-Z 🤨😩

FEVER IS ABOUT JAY-Z 😵☹

#this tought haunts me every 4 months yo #beyonce #im tryna do my imagine lap dance THEM BAM #she song this muthafucka bout JAYZ THE NYCBIGGIECHEESE #she beautiful and....hes there

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planetofthebayss · 9 months

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I don't even want em no more 🫥

#beyonce #she's just gonna leave them to the imagination for ever!

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melanieph321 · 10 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Beautiful Liar Part 3/3

Okay, since the last chapter of this fic takes a dark turn, I feel the need to issue out a warning of violence. Although we know that the Ruben that we all love ain't like the one I'm writing about, I was curious to explore his character a bit in this one.

I hope you enjoy!

She was still at your apartment, Rubens wife. Well into the late hours. You spent the day crying in each others arms. Once the two of you were done crying over a lying cheat, you two settled down on the couch to talk things out.

"He said I was worth it, his one desire." God you felt so stupid for falling for it, falling for him.

"I know things about Ruben that you wouldn't want to read about. But he was my first love, my husband. We got married when we were fairly young, fresh out of high school. I've trusted him all my life but when I saw you today I understood that the rumors were true. "

You were wrong. You thought you and Ruben had managed to keep the relationship unknown from your coworkers, but apparently somone, perhaps Rubens friends, found out about it and told his wife.

"Please tell me how you could possibly forgive me, when it's me who is ashamed?"

"The answer is simple." Charlotte said, wiping her tears with a napkin. "He's the one to blame."

"Ruben?"

"He had us both fooled."

"But why are we the once to suffer?" You balled up your fist. "He won't be the one to cry."

"Perhaps it's not worth the drama for a beautiful liar."

Charlotte was stronger than you, you thought. If you ever came face to face with Ruben again you had no idea what could happen. You might kill him on sight?

"I know, I just wish I could free you from the hurt and the pain." You said, walking her to the front door. Compared to you she had more stake in this. Her realationship with Ruben was fully fledged. She was his wife and he was her husband. You were just some home wrecking mistress.

"Like I said Y/N, he's the one to blame, not us."

You nodded understandingly, although you were blaming yourself pretty bad at that moment.

"Are you going back home?" She looked exhausted. So were you.

"Yes, to get my things. I'll stay with my parents until I figure out what's next."

You nodded "Good.", and with that you said goodbye to each other.

The next day came a bit too fast for your liking but you were determined to keep your head down and go about your day perusual.

"Y/N?"

That is, until Ruben stepped into your office, shutting the door behind him.

"Out! Out now!"

You rose from your chair.

"Y/N please." Ruben held up his hands in defense. "Let me explain."

"Explain!" You hissed. The office walls were thin and it wouldn't be to your advantage to cause a scene. After all, Ruben was cozier with the boss than you.

"What's there for you to explain Ruben. You've been fucking me by day only to go home to your pregnant wife at night."

"You've met her?" He said. His voice lower than usual.

"Of course I have. She was at the apartment the other day when I went to get my purse. What did you think, that I heard about your pregnant wife from someone in the office? I know I'm fairly new here but I'm surprised no one mentioned her before."

"Y/N, please hear me out before you judge me."

"Trust me I'm done judging." You chuckled. Mind you that your voice was getting louder than you intended. Ruben was the one desperate to keep things non hostile between the two of you.

"I'm glad she's leaving you Ruben. She deserves so much better."

"What?" He frowned, somthing frightened about the way his jaw clenched.

"Why would she stay? Who would want to build a family with a man like you? A liar, a pathetic liar!"

"What did you tell her?" He snapped. "What did you do?"

You jumped behind behind your desk, but did not move quick enough to avoid Ruben coming around and backing you up against the glass window. Your back slammed against it, vibrating the entire office.

He had your head pinned between his hands, his knee tucked between your thigh.

"Ruben, please."

You felt the air in your lungs tighten as his trembling hand gripped around your throat.

"Don't ever call me that again." He said, through gritted teeth. He was unrecognizable. A complete menace. A side he's been hiding from you.

"I know things about Ruben that you wouldn't want to read about."

Those had been his wives words. Perhaps this was what she meant?

"Did you hear me, don't ever call me that fucking word again."

"A liar."

You had to fight to get the words out, with Rubens tight grip around your throat, but as he had you pinned to the wall he heard you loud and clear.

"What did you say?"

"You're a liar Ruben. A sick and twisted beautiful liar."

He looked enraged and excited at the same time. He often liked it when you gave him a fight. He had shown you this many times before.

"Ruben please."

His hands traveled down your leg, tugging at your skirt, pulling the fabric up and above your waist.

You were ashamed of the heat you felt between your thighs. You often were ashamed during the times you tried to resist him but couldn't and getting kinky in the office was somthing you and Ruben had done more times than you wanted to admit.

"Ruben stop it, I'm mad at you."

"You can be mad and still take my cock." He groaned, turning you around to face the window. You looked down to see people the size of ants, walking down the street, having no idea what was going on above their heads.

Ruben was rougher when he was mad but not in a way that frightened you. You pitied him more than anything.

"Don't...ever...call...me...that...again! Don't...ever...call...me...that...again!"

He fucked you senseless. His childlike anger unleashing with every senseless thrust.

"You're a fucking liar Ruben." Eventually your folds clenched around him, with you slumping down, back against the wall. He slid down next to you, leaning his limb body against your shoulder.

"This is goodbye Ruben. I mean it." You were tired and your offer to change offices still stood.

"I know." He said, voice weak and pitiful. "I'm sorry."

"It's not me you should be apologizing to." You pushed yourself away from him, fighting to get back on your feet. You left him there sobbing over his pathetic little lies. But that's what he deserved. That beautiful, beautiful liar.

#fanfiction #manchester city #man city #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias #football imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football #Beyonce Beyonce #shakira shakira

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vampiressmoney · 1 year

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Bow down, bitches.

#james hetfield #metallica #paris night 1 2023 #please imagine the lusty smirk on my faces/all of our faces #idk why beyonce lyrics always come to mind w/him but whatever

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ventingfanfics · 1 year

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hi! can you write a oneshot for shuri based on the song “summer” by the carters please?

Hey hun! I got hyped seeing the song choice, but I just hope you like it! Also, this piece is a continuation of this one-shot.

Summer (Year-Round) Love

You weren’t exactly sure when Shuri had returned home, but it was pure bliss waking up with her beside you. Her leg had been snaked over your hip and she still softly smelled of her perfume. The serene and angelic look on her face as she slept tugged at your emotions, reminding you of the quarrel between you two just a day prior. Both of you had spoken ill towards each other.

Shuri began to stir, murmuring in the process. She reached for you and fluttered her amber irises open at the lack of access.

“I’m here,” you warmly said.

She smiled at your tone and sat up with you. Her visage turned earnest. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to go on our date, I got back later than—“

You shook your head. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re here.”

When she engulfed you in her arms, you wept. “Baby….” She pulled back concerned, cupping your tear-stained face. “Is this about our fight?”

Sniffling, you nodded. That was exactly it. “I never want it to happen again. There was nothing regular nor small about it. It felt fatal…” You closed your eyes, but the tears still trickled down your cheeks.

Shuri wiped them away and gave each cheek a fat kiss. “It did feel serious, but you should know you’re stuck with me, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry I called your lab stupid.”

“I’m sorry I implied that I made a mistake getting with you.” She cringed. “I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it.”

“And you were right, I was trying to get back at you by being unavailable every weekend, which was childish.”

She nodded. “You were crying for my attention, and it worked. I’m sorry I’ve been boring.”

You shook your head with a scowl. “Shuri, you are not boring.”

“You called me out, babe. I’m basically a grandpa on the weekends.”

You tried to get your words out as you laughed. “No, you’re just tired. Because you work so hard, my love.” You pecked her lips. “But I can do anything with you and still have fun.”

She smiled. “Really?”

“Of course! I just like having you around. And we don’t have to go out every weekend.”

“But we are this weekend. I planned something.”

It was cute how proud of herself she looked.

“Aw, sookie, sookie now. When do we leave?”

“I like how you didn’t even try to ask where we’re going.”

You both laughed.

“‘Cause I know you!”

She kissed you tenderly, tracing the skin on your folded thigh. When your lips smoothly detached, your foreheads stayed close. “Just think of the three r’s.”

“I can definitely rock with that.”

Her face lit up. “Ayeee! Give me some.”

Even though you were confused, you gave her dap right back. “What I do? Ohhh. I said an r word.”

More laughter ensued.

“I missed this,” you said in unison.

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“Have fun, lovebirds!” Okoye called as you and Shuri departed for your date.

You grinned. This day was shaping up to be one of your favorites. You got your girl back, you felt the support from others close to you, and your’s and Shuri’s dynamic was reminding you of the past.

During the travel, however, you couldn’t help but notice that Shuri was quiet. She could be like that sometimes, but you still wanted to make sure she was okay.

“I’m just a little nervous,” she admitted to you, the wind tickling her curls.

“Why?” You asked louder than you intended.

She paused. “I just hope you like it.”

This was the side of Shuri that no one else got to see. She was a boss woman who projected immense confidence. But you would occasionally see her moments of doubt and apprehension. It shocked you sometimes, but you appreciated her vulnerability and knew she was only human.

Plus, you also knew she simply cared. And she still wanted to impress you. You kept her on her toes, which wasn’t a bad thing.

“I usually like what you plan, don’t I?” You respond, stroking her forearm.

“Yeah,” she breathed out, “it’s been a while, though.”

You giggled and squeezed her shoulders. “I’m gonna need for you to relax.”

She smiled, watching you intrigued, and occasionally staring at your lips. Before she knew it, you were both listening to a song by two of your favorite artists: Beyoncé and Jay Z.

“Mm, I haven’t heard this one…” she mused and listened as you informed her that it was from their joint album Everything is Love.

You could have sworn you were affecting Shuri, especially every time you sang the chorus with Beyoncé. “Let’s make love in the summertime…”

She kept her hand on your thigh for the rest of the ride.

“Perfect song choice,” she commented with a smirk.

When you arrived at your destination, you understood just what she meant. Herein was a private beach resort just for you. It looked exactly like the pictures you’d googled over the years: the stunning blue water and skies, the pretty palm trees, the regal-looking sand, and the property itself, which was at the center of it all. You could truly make love out here just like the song said. You noticed Shuri staring at your from your peripheral vision.

“What do you think, sthandwa?” You heard her ask.

“I think it’s every bit of gorgeous,” You answered, meeting her eyes.

She grinned. “Why are you blushing?”

You lightheartedly dismissed her teasing inquiry, further amusing her. “I’m gonna look inside.” She accompanied you, entering the over-water villa.

“Wow, babe, you have truly outdone yourself,” You said when the tour concluded. “I’ve never been in a villa over water like this.” And if you disliked it, there was a residence on land for you.

“My baby only deserves the best,”Shuri replied, intertwining your hand with hers. Not breaking eye contact, she softly trailed her lips over your knuckles. You smiled and kissed her jaw when she spoke again. “Come on, I know you’re starving.”

There was an assortment of food prepared for you, baked, grilled, and with the ripest of fruits and tastiest of beverages. You said grace and dug in. Thankfully, the food was as good as it looked. But you’d expected that. Shuri did everything with precision and excellence. You were the same way and were each other's inspiration.

“So how is Nakia and Touissaint—with his little cute, smart self?” You asked, truly interested.

“You said it right there, that boy has some serious brains on him! He saw me crying and quickly pieced it together, telling me tomorrow is not promised, so make it right with you.” Shuri shook her head in awe at the memory. You were just as amazed, and touched. “But all that to say, they still think the world of you.” She beamed at you.

“Nakia was so perfect for T’Challa,” You sighed, shaking your head despondently. “Thank Bast, they procreated, though. And you’re a heck of an aunt.” You hoped to keep the mood peaceful.

“Who, me? I try, I try. I love little man…”

Your smile grew as you listened to Shuri rave about her nephew. Sometimes you’d imagine her as a parent to your child. It wasn’t hard to do. She had both a protective and nurturing nature about her. And the child would likely be brilliant.

“Baby?” Your girlfriend called after a while, breaking you from your stupor. You apologized with a soft chuckle. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“Nothing, just thinking how you’d be a good mom.” You watched her expression morph into a sentimental, longing gaze.

“Sthandwa, I already cried plenty yesterday, don’t get me started again, I don’t know if I can take it…no, happy tears, I promise. Come here.” She leaned her chair back, giving you room to walk over and sit on her lap. You saw up close how moved she was from your admission. “You always say the sweetest stuff to me,” she said before pecking you.

“Because I love you.”

“I love you more. Raising a family, is that something you want to do with me?”

“Absolutely.” You laughed when she emotionally pouted again. “I thought you knew this already.”

“I was hoping you still felt this way.”

You held her pendant and kissed her searingly. The kiss deepened as she trailed one hand up and down your side, the other resting on your rear. As your tongues dueled, you could feel your panties moistening. Shuri sucked your tongue, sliding her tattooed hand up your romper and along the fabric that covered your most sensitive area. You flinched against her when she teasingly stroked where her hand lay.

“Do you see what you do to me?” You whispered, slowly grinding against her cosmic touch. She nodded, pleased at the fact. “Do you like it?”

“Very much.” Her smile became sly when she dipped her digits past the material, now directly feeling your slick heat. Her eyes pinned you as you reluctantly moved off her. “You want to go inside?” But you had something else in mind. You licked her lips and pecked all over her abs that were exposed from her black crop top.

“I know you’re just as wet, my Queen.” You held her gaze as you guided her shorts past her hips. She didn’t object and worked with you, undeniably turned on by you and your ministrations.

It was truly music to your ears when she threw her head back, hissing a curse word when your tongue touched her. There wasn’t a spot you didn’t lick nor suck, and she rewarded you with more juices. She particularly enjoyed it when you nuzzled her, the friction making her tremble and moan your name. You pressed the flat of your tongue inside and against her and gripped her in place as she covered your face with her release. “Bast,” she breathed out heavily.

“Bast can’t help you right now,” You retorted and laughed at her expression. She grabbed your hand when you extended it, kissing you wantonly, and quietly praising your ministrations. She squeezed your waist as you made out again, leading you inside the villa.

She took you into a room where the waves sounded so near. Shuri wasted no time shedding your clothes, cupping your bare breasts. You chuckled at her eagerness.

“We have all night, my love,” You reminded her, earning a slap on your ass.

“I know, but I want you bad.” She bit your neck lightly, your back skin to her front as she walked you to the bed. She laid on the plush bed and made you straddle her. Together, you arranged your legs together in the position where you could feel each other just right.

As far as you were concerned, this was as good as it got. Feeling Shuri’s sex meld with yours was euphoria at the highest level. And you felt so close to her this way, in body, mind, and soul. You could have cried at how wonderful it all was. She was the only person you wanted to give your body to for the rest of your life, run the nation with, and build a family together with.

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