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Yall I will try and post tmr in currently working on two projects one of them is kind of a drabble so I MIGHT post it today who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

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This is so cute 🥹🥹 this made my day sm yall

Everyone can now take several seats

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Ironheart (2025) | Behind The Scenes

Marvel Television’s Ironheart | Riri Returns | Disney+

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And that’s on PERIOD!!

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dominique thorne is sooo fineeeeeeee i’m gonna be blushing hard whilst watching iron heart fuccckkkk. her voice is so sexyyyy okay i’m done

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I miss all the Shuri and Riri fics, LIKE TAKE ME BACK TO 2022😫

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riri in every chapter of mtis:

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some sevika in modern clothing to get me out of this terrible artblock

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Supermodel (I Still Choose You)

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This contains, LOTS of angst (not really im exaggerating) and fluff, cheater!riri, but it’s okay bc she grows n learns, oblivious!Shuri, she’s a bit of a dumbass but it’s gonna b okay, 18+ contains a bit of smut but ntm yk, I hope yall enjoy it tho !!!

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Tag list: @chivgf @inmyheadimobsessed @letitiawrightswifey

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Shuri always said love was a science.

That it could be predicted, understood, measured by moments and reactions. Riri had laughed the first time Shuri tried to explain attraction like a chemical equation, their fingers barely brushing as they sat side by side on a vibranium bench outside the Wakandan Design Group.

“Guess I’m just your favorite reaction, huh?” Riri teased, grinning.

Shuri rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed anyway. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re the anomaly I haven’t figured out yet.”

They were sweet like that. Witty. Brilliant. Riri, with her Chicago heart and unapologetic attitude. Shuri, royal and sharp, eyes always searching for a new problem to solve—until Riri had become one.

At first, it was bliss. They balanced each other. Mornings tangled in silk sheets. Lazy Wakandan sunsets. Riri building suits in Shuri’s lab, Shuri watching her with barely concealed awe. They laughed. Teased. Loved.

But then Shuri got busy.

Not in the way that annoys someone once or twice. She got Wakanda-busy. Diplomatic meetings. Tech upgrades. Council drama. Her brain never shut off. Even when they were together, she was somewhere else.

Riri noticed the shift when Shuri stopped texting back right away. When “I love you’s” turned into distracted nods. When date nights became postponed plans and last-minute cancellations. She wasn’t petty…not at first. She was understanding. Patient.

But patience has a limit. And loneliness has claws.

———

Riri met her at a tech summit in Nairobi. A girl named Asha. Smooth skin. Sharp tongue. She laughed at Riri’s jokes, asked about her arc reactor mod, leaned in a little too close when they walked down the hotel hallway.

One mistake.

One night.

The next morning, Riri didn’t feel strong. She felt hollow. Like something beautiful had cracked inside her.

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Shuri didn’t find out right away. But Riri wasn’t good at hiding guilt. Her jokes stopped landing. She flinched when Shuri touched her. The distance that used to be one-sided became mutual.

It came out during an argument.

“You don’t even see me anymore!” Riri shouted, arms crossed, lip trembling.

“I have responsibilities—” Shuri began.

“I KNOW! But I’m not one of them anymore, am I?” Riri’s voice broke. “You don’t make time for me. You don’t ask how I am. I needed you, Shuri. And you weren’t there.”

Silence.

Shuri blinked, something fragile in her expression. “What are you saying?”

Riri’s voice was a whisper. “I cheated.”

The word was a bomb.

Time froze. Shuri’s face hardened. Her fingers curled into fists.

“You what?”

“One time. It didn’t mean anything—”

“But it meant enough,” Shuri snapped. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying! I was just—so alone. You made me feel invisible.”

“And so you decided to destroy us?”

Riri felt the tears come hot and fast. “You weren’t there! I wanted to hurt you, maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t want to feel worthless anymore.”

Shuri’s voice cracked. “You were never worthless.”

“But you made me feel like I was.”

Days passed.

Weeks.

They didn’t talk.

Shuri buried herself in work. Riri went back to MIT for a while, trying to focus, trying to forget the way Shuri’s voice had sounded when it broke. Every night she listened to Supermodel on a loop.

“I could be your supermodel if you’d believe, if you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me…”

She didn’t know if she wanted forgiveness or if she even deserved it.

When they saw each other again, it was because of a crisis—something small compared to what they’d been through. A security breach. Riri flew in to help, suit gleaming. Shuri barely looked at her at first.

But the silence between them wasn’t hate. It was pain.

After the work was done, Riri found her in the garden, staring at the stars. Just like that first night, before they’d ever kissed.

“I’m sorry,” Riri said, quietly.

“I know,” Shuri replied.

“I didn’t mean to ruin us.”

Shuri turned, eyes glossy. “I didn’t mean to neglect you.”

Riri sat beside her. “I missed you. Even when I was with her, I was thinking about you.”

“That hurts more than it helps,” Shuri said, but her voice wasn’t angry.

“I don’t want anyone else,” Riri whispered.

“I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t fight for us,” Shuri said. “But I also don’t want to be without you.”

Silence again.

But it felt different.

Riri reached out. Shuri didn’t move away.

“Do you still love me?” Riri asked.

Shuri nodded. “Too much.”

They sat there, knees touching, the air thick with all the things they hadn’t said.

“I don’t want perfect,” Riri murmured. “I just want real. Even if we mess up.”

Shuri finally looked at her. “Then be real with me. From now on.”

“I will.”

A long breath.

Shuri leaned in. Their foreheads pressed together. No kiss yet—just a shared warmth. A beginning again.

They didn’t go back to how things were.

They went forward.

Riri still had guilt. Shuri still had scars. But they chose to try again, every single day. Sweetheart moments returned, slow walks, late-night coding sessions, shared tea under starry skies. Shuri learned to make space. Riri learned to speak up before it was too late.

Sometimes love isn’t about the fairytale.

Sometimes it’s about choosing each other even after everything breaks.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s stronger than perfection.

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Three weeks.

That’s how long it had been since they sat in the garden, forehead to forehead, hearts still cracked but open. Since they agreed to try.

It wasn’t a smooth road.

Healing never is.

Shuri started therapy.

She didn’t announce it with fanfare, didn’t tell anyone except her mother and Okoye. But something shifted after that. Her voice became more present. She stopped disappearing into her lab for 72-hour stretches. She answered texts, even if it was just a “thinking of you.”

Riri saw the effort.

She matched it.

Started journaling, writing all the things she never said out loud. Started walking away from people who made her feel less than. Said no to the parties that drained her and yes to solo nights with her own mind. She started seeing her reflection again—and not hating it.

The first time they hung out again, it was awkward.

A rooftop in Birnin Zana. Quiet. Cold tea between them.

Riri broke the silence. “I don’t want to pretend nothing happened.”

Shuri nodded. “We won’t. But we also don’t have to bleed forever.”

They made new rules. Not strict ones. Just small promises.

Talk when it’s hard.

Touch without asking only if it’s wanted.

Take time alone without guilt.

Tell the truth. Especially the ugly kind.

It was clumsy sometimes.

Riri still flinched when she felt too loved. Shuri still tensed when Riri’s phone lit up with a name she didn’t recognize.

But they didn’t run anymore.

The real makeup came on a rainy night, inside Shuri’s quarters. Lightning outside. Music low—some old Sade album spinning on vinyl.

Shuri lit candles.

Not because she wanted to be romantic. But because the lights flickered and she liked the warmth of real flame.

Riri was pacing. “You’re gonna think I’m soft for saying this…”

Shuri tilted her head. “Try me.”

Riri inhaled. “I’m scared. Like, I finally feel like I’m getting better, and that should be enough, right? But then I look at you, and I want everything back now. And it makes me panic.”

Shuri stepped closer. “You don’t need to rush the good parts. We’re already in them.”

Riri blinked. “You think this is a good part?”

“I think it’s the part where we choose each other even when it’s hard. That makes it good.”

Riri laughed, then cried a little. “Why do you always say the right thing?”

“Because I’ve said all the wrong ones before.”

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They kissed.

Not like old times—wild and hungry.

This one was slow. Careful.

It tasted like forgiveness. Like breath held too long and finally released.

Shuri pulled back, her voice soft. “Do you still want me?”

Riri leaned her forehead into hers. “I never stopped. Even when I messed up. Especially then.”

There was a silence after that. A different kind. Heavy with permission.

Shuri reached out and softly caressed Riri’s face, her thumb brushing over her cheek like she was afraid the moment might vanish if she touched too hard. Riri’s eyes fluttered shut at the tenderness.

“I missed you like this,” Shuri whispered.

“Then show me,” Riri murmured, voice breathy.

They moved slowly—every kiss, every caress, deliberate. Riri let herself be guided backward until her spine met the edge of the bed. Shuri’s hands were warm, grounding. Reverent. Like she was memorizing her all over again.

No rush.

Just discovery.

Their clothes came off in layers, like secrets being shared one at a time. There was no shame, no hesitation. Just skin against skin, hearts syncing like they were meant to.

When Shuri kissed down her collarbone, Riri gasped, threading her fingers through her hair. “God, I forgot what it felt like… to be touched like I matter.”

“You always mattered,” Shuri said into her skin. “Even when I didn’t act like it.”

The night became slow fire—soft sighs and whispered promises. Fingers learning again. Mouths confessing things words hadn’t yet. Every movement said, I still choose you. Every moan, I want us.

And when they finally collapsed into each other, warm and quiet, there were no walls left between them.

Only peace.

Only breath.

Only love, real and raw and rebuilt.

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Later, curled under Shuri’s silk sheets, Riri smiled into her chest. “So, what now?”

Shuri kissed her forehead. “Now we don’t start over. We keep going. Together.”