#micheal b jordan imagine

[insidekatmind]

Mine-Erik Killmonger

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

The arena of Wakanda is a whirlwind of voices and tension. You’re in the front row, watching the fight that could change the fate of the nation. Erik Killmonger, with his powerful physique and the scars of his battles, stands tall like a titan against T’Challa, the Black Panther, a man you’ve always admired.

Your heart is pounding. The tension in the air is almost suffocating.

And then it happens. With a decisive move, Erik lifts T’Challa and hurls him off the waterfall. The king falls, his body swallowed by the waters below, and a chilling silence descends upon the arena.

Killmonger turns to face you, the people of Wakanda. His eyes burn with determination and defiance. He moves like a lion that has just claimed its territory. He points at the void left by T’Challa, the king’s body now out of sight.

“Is this your king? Huh? Is this your king?” he shouts, his voice echoing through the mountains. Every word strikes like a blow, every pause weighs heavily on your chest.

Your eyes fill with tears, but you don’t look away. You can’t. You’re frozen, your loyalty torn between the grief of loss and the fear of what’s to come.

“The Black Panther, who’s supposed to lead you into the future! He’s supposed to protect you!” he continues, his voice as sharp as a blade. You feel exposed under his gaze, as if he’s speaking directly to you.

Then he pounds his chest with his fist, his eyes locked onto each of you. “Nah, I’m your king.”

As the crowd remains divided between silence and murmurs, you clench your fists.

After the fight, Erik was sitting on the throne of the kingdom and you voices inside the room where he was. M'Baku tries to stop you but you ignore him. Erik looks at you with a smirk. He leans back on the throne, his smirk still in place, his eyes locking onto yours. M'Baku stands nearby, trying to hold you back.

“What’s this?” Eric says, amusement in his voice. “I have visitors already.”

M’Baku shoots you a warning look, but your eyes stay fixed on Erik as you approach.

“You killed T’Challa,” you blurt out angrily, moving closer to him. M'Baku's eyes widen and he tries to pull you back but you glare at him.Eric’s smirk deepens, almost as if your anger pleases him. He leans forward on the throne, his gaze intense.

“Killed T’Challa?” he repeats, his voice dripping with mockery. “That’s a strong way to put it. I defeated him. Fairly.”M’Baku clenches his jaw, but stays silent, his hand still on your arm, trying to keep you from getting too close.

You glare at Erik as you try to pull away from M'Baku. Eric watches you struggle against M'Baku’s grip, the smirk never leaving his face. He stands up from the throne and slowly approaches you, each step deliberate and filled with authority.

"Seems like you have something to say," he says, his voice taunting yet commanding. "Go on. Speak your mind."You glare at him and were about to speak but M'Baku interrupts you.

“I'm sorry my king, but Y/n is just upset, she doesn't know what she's talking about” he says putting his hand over your mouth warning you not to do anything stupid.You, M'Baku and T'Challa have always been great friends.

Erik smirks, his gaze flicking between you and M'Baku. He moves closer, towering over both of you.

“Upset, huh? I don’t blame her,” he says, his tone slightly mocking, but with a hint of understanding. He turns to M’Baku. “And you think you need to silence her? That’s not very friendly of you, M’Baku.”

M'Baku stiffens, his eyes narrowing at Eric. "I'm not trying to silence her, my king. I'm just trying to prevent her from doing something foolish." You squirm trying to get his hand away from your mouth.

Erik’s smirk broadens as he watches you struggle against M’Baku’s grip. He raises an eyebrow at M’Baku. "Looks like she’s quite feisty. I like my woman feisty."

You look at him in disgust. You were betrothed to T'Challa and since she is now dead and Erik is the king, you were betrothed to him. Erik chuckles at your look of disgust, clearly amused by your reaction. He knows full well the implications of being betrothed to a king.

"Ah, I see you've already realized the situation you're in," he says, his voice filled with a hint of mockery. "As a future queen, you should show me a bit more respect, don’t you think?"

You manage to lift M'baku's hand. "Respect? You are a murderer and I will not be your queen" you blurt out glaring at him. Erik's smirk vanishes. His eyes flash with annoyance as he steps closer to you, his presence suddenly menacing.

"Watch your tongue, princess." His voice is low and dangerous, a clear warning not to push his buttons. "I am your king now whether you like it or not. You would do well to show me some respect."

M'Baku's grip tightens on your arm as he tries to pull you back again, but you stand your ground, your defiance clear in your eyes. "I will never show you respect," you retort, a mix of anger and sadness in your voice. "You killed T'Challa. You betrayed Wakanda. I will never bow to you, you monster!"

Erik's face hardens at your words, his eyes narrowing. He takes a step closer, towering over you. "Monster?" he repeats, his voice laced with irritation. "You think you can lecture me on morality? You have no idea what I've been through. No idea what I've had to do in order to survive. To fight for my people." He takes another step, getting right in your face. "You've lived a privileged life in this golden city. I've lived a life of struggle and pain. Don’t judge me unless you know what I've endured."

You look at him without saying anything. Erik watches you the whole time. “Leave me alone with my future queen,” Erik says to M'Baku without stopping to look at you. M'Baku looks between you and Erik, hesitating for a moment, then he reluctantly lets go of you and leaves the throne room, closing the door behind him.

Now you're alone with Erik, the tension in the room palpable. He studies you intently. He circles you like a predator, his gaze locked onto yours. For a moment, he says nothing, his eyes roaming over your face, your body. Finally, he breaks the silence. "You have a lot of fire in you," he says, his voice low and quiet. "I find that... intriguing."

He stops directly in front of you, his presence overwhelming. "But you need to learn your place. You are mine now. My future queen, like it or not." He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch surprising in its tenderness.

"You can fight it all you want, but it won’t change a damn thing," he continues, his hand now cupping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You will be my queen. And you will bow to me. Whether you do it out of love or fear, it doesn’t matter. You will bow." He leans even closer, his voice barely above a whisper now. "And I have every intention of earning your submission," he purrs, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "One way or another."

As he leans even closer, his face mere inches from yours, your heart begins to race. You're both angry and flustered by his presence, his words, his touch. His face is so close that you can feel his warm breath on your skin. He’s so tall that you have to tilt your head back to meet his gaze.

"You're a very beautiful woman, you know that?" he whispers, his thumb gently caressing your chin. "I can understand why T'Challa valued you so highly." He leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear. "But he's gone," he murmurs. "And I’m here. You’re mine now." His words send a strange shiver down your spine, a confusing mix of fear and something else, harder to define.

He pulls away slightly, his eyes searching yours. "You may hate me. You may despise me. But you will be my queen. And you will serve Wakanda as my partner."Erik runs his fingers down your arm, his touch sending another shiver coursing through your body. "And if you don’t... I have ways of making you cooperate."

His words hang in the air, a clear warning. His eyes soften for a brief moment, and a hint of vulnerability sneaks into his gaze. “You’re strong,” he says, his voice almost… sincere? “I respect that. But you can’t win this. You might as well accept it and make the best of it.”

You look at him vulnerable. Erik notices your softening expression, your vulnerability. It throws him off for a moment, he wasn't expecting that reaction. He studies you intently, his eyes searching yours, trying to decipher your thoughts. He can feel a change in you, a chink in your armor of anger and defiance. Erik steps closer, his hand moving to your cheek, his touch gentle.

"You're still angry," he says softly, his thumb tracing the contour of your cheekbone. "I can see it in your eyes. But there's something else. A hint of... resignation?" Erik watches you closely, waiting for a response, the room silent except for his heavy breathing.

You close your eyes for a moment holding back the tears of anger and losing T'Challa. “You killed T’challa,” you whisper weakly. Erik’s eyes soften even more, noticing the pain and weakness in your voice. He takes another step closer, his body now almost pressing against yours.

He places his other hand on your other cheek, gently cupping your face, forcing you to look at him. “Yes,” he whispers back, his voice almost tender. “I did. I had to.”

Tears fall from your eyes and Erik pulls you closer as you try to hit his chest and he lets you do it as he strokes your hair. He lets you push and shove against him, silently taking the blows without resisting. He just holds you closer, his hand soothingly caressing the back of your head as you hit his chest. A strange gentleness is in his eyes, a hint of empathy. He understands your pain and your anger, he sympathizes with you.

"Shh," he whispers quietly, holding you close, letting you cry. "I know it's hard. I understand your pain." Erik rests his chin on the top of your head, his hands rubbing your back in slow, gentle circles. He stays like that for a moment, holding you, letting you cry against his chest, the sound of your sobs filling the room. As your tears slowly subside, he pulls back slightly, tilting your face up to look at him again.

"I know you hate me," he says, his voice filled with more vulnerability than you've ever heard from him. "But I'm not the heartless monster you think I am. I do have a heart, though it's been buried deep for a long time." His eyes roam over your face, taking in your tear-streaked cheeks, your quivering lips. "I didn’t want to take T'Challa from you, but I had no choice. The throne belongs to me. And you..." he pauses, his hand gently tracing your chin. "... You belong to me now too."

He leans closer, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours, so close you can feel his warm breath on your skin. "And maybe, in time, you'll learn to accept that. Maybe even more..." His face is so close to yours that you can barely think straight. His body is almost pressed against yours, the heat of his skin radiating through his clothes.

He's waiting for a reaction, but you don't know what to do. You're still angry, you're still grieving, but there's something else there too, something he's awakening within you... His lips find yours in a surprisingly gentle, almost tentative kiss. It's a stark contrast to his usual rough demeanor. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer to him.The kiss deepens, his tongue demanding access to your mouth. He kisses you with a hunger and desperation, as if he's been waiting for this moment for a long time.

You kiss him back, holding on to him. He responds to your kiss enthusiastically, his hands roaming over your body, his tongue exploring your mouth with a primal lust. Erik backs you up against the nearest wall, pressing his body against yours, trapping you in his grasp. His hands move from your waist to your hips, pulling you even closer, his fingers digging into your skin. His mouth leaves yours, moving along your jawline, down to your neck, where he nips and kisses the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. He presses his body into you, his hard muscles rubbing against your soft curves, the heat between you building with every second.

Erik kisses you again and walks back up to his throne, sitting on it making you straddle him as the two of you continue kissing. He sits down on the throne, pulling you onto his lap, your legs on either side of him. He captures your lips in another intense kiss, his hands roaming up and down your body. Erik lifts you slightly, positioning you better on his lap, his body pressed closely against yours. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the desire coursing through his veins, matching your own.

Erik unbuttons your dress, taking it off you without ever taking his lips away from yours. He kisses your chin, your neck, your collarbone, his lips blazing a trail down your body, his fingers roaming across your skin as if he can't get enough of you. His mouth is hot and insistent, his hands desperate as they explore your body. He lifts you again, bringing your chest level with his face, his lips trailing down your neck to your chest, his breath hot on your skin.

You moan softly and cling to him as you move on his lap to be closer. You moan a little louder feeling his erection between your legs. He growls at the sound of your moans, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. As you grind against him, feeling the hardness between your legs, he grips your hips tightly, holding you in place. Erik looks into your eyes, a dangerous mixture of desire and possessiveness gleaming in his gaze. "You're mine now," he whispers, his voice deep and hoarse. "All mine."

He captures your lips again, silencing you with a deep, urgent kiss. His hands roam over your body, fingers digging into your flesh, leaving behind a trail of fire where they touch. He nips and kisses your neck, your collarbone, his hot breath sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Erik” you groan.

He responds to the sound of his name, his hands gripping you tighter. He leans forward, his mouth moving towards your ear. "I love the sound of you saying my name," he whispers huskily. "Say it again."

“Erik” you repeat. He growls again at the sound of his name on your lips, a low, primal sound. He pulls you closer, his body molding against yours, every inch of him pressed against you.

"Good girl," he purrs, his voice a deep rumble. "Moan my name again. Let me hear how much you want me." You moan as you move your hips making you grind on his erection.

He groans loudly at the feeling of your hips grinding against his erection. He tightens his grip on your hips, almost to the point of pain, trying to control himself. Erik lifts his head from your neck, his eyes dark with desire. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “You're driving me crazy."

You moan feeling Erik slap your ass and move your hips onto him. “Erik” you moan again resting your head in the crook of his neck as he continues to move your hips. He loves the way you moan his name, the way you surrender to the pleasure. Your head in the crook of his neck, your body willingly allowing him to control your move your hips, it’s more than he ever dreamed. Each time you say his name, it spurs him on, his desire burning hotter and hotter with each passing second.

With his left hand he plays with your little thong that you are still wearing while with his right hand he continues to move making you ride him. His left hand slides over you, his fingers slipping beneath the thin material of your thong, caressing your skin. It's so intimate, so possessive, it makes your head spin. Erik continues to control your movements with his hands, his body moving in perfect sync with yours, the friction and heat between you increasing with every motion.

With your head still on his shoulder, he moves his lips to your ear, his breath hot and uneven as he whispers. "You like that don't you? You like how I make you feel. You like being controlled by me."

“Yes,” you moan, moving your hips with the help of his hand. He grins darkly, loving the way you respond to his touch, his control. His hand on your hip tightens, guiding you in the motions.

Erik moves his lips from your ear, down to your neck, his tongue tracing a path across your skin, the heat between you building to almost unbearable heights. He bites down gently on your collarbone, his teeth leaving behind a mark on your skin. A mark that proclaims you as his. He pulls back to admire the mark, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

“I'm going to come” you whisper as Erik moves his hips again. You had made his jeans wet with your arousal. He groans as you say you're close, the sound sending a shiver through him. He picks up the pace, moving with you, his breath ragged in your ear.

"I can feel you," he growls, his fingers digging into your hip. "You're so close. I can feel it." He adjusts his movements slightly, applying more pressure to your core, his own body clenching in anticipation.

“Erik” you moan feeling close. He smiled looking at you with lust as he slapped your ass. "Who is your king?" he whispers to you with authority. Your eyes meet his, the demand in his voice sending a shiver through you. You reply, your voice breathless. "Y-you are, my king."

His smile widens as you call him your king, a possessive gleam in his eyes. He pulls you closer, his chest against yours, his lips right next to your ear. "And who do you belong to?" He asks, his tone dark and commanding.

"You," you breathe, "I belong to you, my king." You surrender entirely, willingly giving yourself to him, body and soul. He growls again, the sound filled with approval and satisfaction. He kisses you fiercely, his tongue invading your mouth as the two of you continue to move against each other.

"Good girl," he murmurs between kisses, "You'll be a perfect queen."

You moan and come on his jeans. He feels you come on his jeans, the wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his skin. He groans, the primal sound reverberating through his chest. Erik slaps your ass, stopping your movements and then gently caresses your ass while he holds you against him as you bury your face in his neck, his hands now gentler, caressing your ass and soothing you. The moment is intense, intimate, and it solidifies your connection even further.

After a moment, he lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are dark with desire, but there's a hint of softness there too, a vulnerability that he usually hides. "You're mine now," he says, his voice firm, but also tender. "No one else will have you. You understand that, don't you?"

You nod, your gaze locked with his. You understand what he's demanding of you, the commitment he's asking for. It's not a small thing, but it's what he wants, and deep down, it's what you want too. "I understand," you whisper, your voice a soft admission. "I'm yours."

A satisfied smile plays on his lips as you speak the words he's wanted to hear. "Good," he murmurs, his hand still on your chin, keeping you close. "You're mine, and I'll do anything to protect what's mine."

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby (social media blurb)

Who’s (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n) Dating Now?

(Y/f/n) (y/l/n) has been in the spotlight since she was 15 so it’s no surprise her relationships have been as well. From first love to whirlwind romance , we’ve seen it all from the singing sensation. She’s mainly been in serious relationships, but the lineup is impressive.

Shawn Mendes

(Y/l/n) and Mendes came into the spotlight around the same time. The pair met, instantly hit it off, and became the new young Hollywood “it” couple. They dated for three years from 2014-2017 and wrote a few of their hit songs about each other. (Y/f/n)’s song ‘Dandelions’ on her debut album is about Mendes. The love wasn’t one sided though, as Mendes reveled many of his love songs were about (y/l/n). After winning an American Music Award, Mendes said, “All of my songs are about her, so this award is as much hers as it is mine, she’s my inspiration.

We loved watching their young love romance evolve, but the two split in early 2017. (Y/f/n) discussed the breakup on the Jimmy Fallon show. “We just realized we were growing apart and going in different directions, but he will always hold a special place in my heart as my first love and no can ever replace that.”

Harry Styles

The British singer is (y/l/n)’s longest and most high profile relationship. The two began dating at the end of 2017 and remained together for four years before breaking things off. Their love caught the attention of the world and had many talking. It’s believed Styles hit song, Adore you is about (y/l/n) before they were official.

The couple raised the bar for relationships. Harry took (y/f/n) on a vacation to Greece for her 21st birthday. Which she followed up by throwing him a massive surprise party with all of his close friends and family. When asked about their relationship in an interview (y/l/n) said, “Harry is the type of boyfriend girls dream of. He loves me so well and he wears his heart on his sleeves which is beautiful.”

The breakup came as a surprise to many as it seemed the couple was going strong. It didn’t last for long though as they got back together at the end of 2022 before finally calling it quits mid 2023. Neither have revealed why they split, but both have remained consistent and committed to supporting each other.

Michael B. Jordan

During her brief break with Harry, (y/f/n) dated Creed actor, Michael B. Jordan. Despite the 11 year age gap the couple had a lot in common and spent plenty of special occasions together. Jordan helped her celebrate her 24th birthday where we got their most infamous pictures together as a couple.

The relationship lasted 10 months before they broke up and (y/l/n) was back with Styles. Despite the sudden end Jordan had only good things to say, “She’s an amazing, hardworking woman who deserves all the success she’s had.”

Auston Matthews

The newest boyfriend on the list may be NHL superstar, Auston Matthews. An insider reveals they saw Matthews and (y/l/n) at a bar together in Toronto. They were with a group of friends including Justin and Hailey Bieber, but the two seemed particularly close. The pair was also spotted leaving together at the end of the night. While nothing is confirmed, we could definitely get behind this match.

[baewritez]

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[lokisivy]

Haiiii could I get some fluffy head cannons for Michael b Jordan or killmonger? Like him being a gentleman or something? I like flufffff

backstory if you want

Erik has always been known as cruel or a murderer but no one ever l you had met him in uni before her went to Afghanistan. yes he had changed when he came back he was always mad. he would fuck it out and you were there. Although you never talked to him during his time in the marine when he came back he looked for you. he told you how much he missed you thought he was just calling for a booty call since he never send you anything during the time he was away. it turns out he knows how important getting your PhD was for you and he knows you would get distracted waiting for him.

he was very affectionate he always cuddled and gave you kisses but after coming back from the marine you had to ask for them he would hesitate but with time he becomes the same person you loved before.

He cooks dinner for you when you're working late in the lab. Even though he is a horrible cook, the effort makes it all better than the food.

his not that great at saying what's on his mind but he shows it in a physical way.

that time he was mad about you going out alone at midnight to a sketchy area to get an element you needed for your project.

he was scared to lose you he just got you back.

"You can't be risking your fucking life like you have fifty of them!"

"Why are you so mad nothing happened to me."

"You could've been killed Y/N or worse raped or sold! I saw a lot of shit like this and it's way worse than being dead!"

"Erik Im fine I get that you were scared for me but you yelling at me won't fucking change anything."

he knows your right he isn't used to talking calmly

"I'm sorry... it's just I can't lose you, so much time has run out on us." he sat down on the couch

"I know baby but we have the rest of our lives to make up for it." you knelt in front of him.

he kissed you so passionately knocking the air out of your lungs.

he didn't stop there he made you ride his face as a way of saying sorry.

it was fucking amazing the way he pushed your cunt harder against his face while he took it all. you actually thought he loved it more than you did because he came with you even though he did not touch himself, just an occasional rub to get rid of the aching pain from all the pressure.

he always took really good care of u when it came to pleasuring you.

he always hugs you when you were sad, got you food when you were hungry and would get you flowers just to make you happier on the good days.

he never failed to make it good for you and these small gesture makes you fall in love more with him.

[thenormalspot]

my head canon castings for a live-action life series (with pictures for reference) based on mostly looks but also sometimes personality as a bonus. also I know this is not realistic in any capacity but it’s silly and fun and enrichment for me tehe. also some of the photos i edited with a really shitty software and it looks bad but its just to convey the message im not an artist (also unfortunately this is only part 1 because i can only put so many photos in a post at a time)

1) Grian

okay hear me out because i said this list was not going to be realistic but i think young damon albarn would make a good grian for some reason. i think irl damon is like almost 6 feet tall but in my head grian's character is short so pretend he's not that tall for the plot. HE JUST MAKES SUCH A GOOD GRIAN TO ME LOOK AT THE LAST PIC THAT IS literally a red jumper

2) Scar

Tom Welling from his Smallville days IDK I JUST THINK IT FITS OKAY like he’s even having to put a shirt on in this gif that’s so gtws coded (also so many of his pictures are shirtless??) but yeah i think live action scar would have to be portrayed by a beefy conventionally attractive man and that’s all i have to say on that

3) Bdubs

Rami Malek as bdoubleo because i feel like he could nail the delivery and also he's like 5'7 which is shorter than most of the people on this list. also just imagine rami in a moss coat. ALSO they both have the big beautiful eyes so i think it fits so on and so on

4) Joel

I am electing jon snow himself to play joel because a) idk and b) the last pic really sold me. just imagine a green streak in his hair and some mania and we have ourselves maybe a joel

5) Mumbo

okay listen first of all it's really hard to find actors with brilliant mustaches and second of all andrew garfield as mumbo makes a lot of sense to me. i think with black hair he would look a lot more like the part and i also think he would be able to nail mumbo's nervous and sometimes awkward energy and be generally silly and chuffed about shit

6) Lizzie

i kind of like natalie dormer for lizzie. i don't really have much else other than it really makes sense in my brain, but i really like it so lizzie is going to be natalie dormer because i make the rules in my brain

7) BigB

i am saying micheal b. jordan because i think he emulates bigb's charm. literally i think bigb has the same effect on life series members *cough* grian *cough* as micheal b. jordan does to most people.

8) Martyn

idk why but i like paul mescal for martyn. i feel like he would be able to play martyn's crazier arcs well (like his LimL ending) and would generally just be a martyn??? like i said chat idk but in my head it makes sense. IMAGINE HIM EATING UP A RED ARMY SCENE W/ REN THE DRAMA !!!

anyways the editing sucks and the casting is wack as hell BUT in my head this is the first round of life series members as live-action so here it is

[antisociallilbrat]

Ya know I don’t ever see a lot of face casts for twenties Mike but for me I always think of Micheal B Jordan

Just like,,,imagine Mike gets his ears pierced and the Losers losing their mind over it

[koffee-lila-bailey]

Hello, I am the editor and writer of this page koffee-lila-bailey and I'm here to introduce myself

Clearly, the women posted are the inspiration for this page buy today, I'm willing to go behind the editor and writer that's mad quiet and to herself.

Name- Tatianna

Zodiac- Taurus

Born- April 20th

Hobby- writing and listening to music (also does editing)

Likes- reading, music, trying new things, traveling, food

What I'll be posting- fanfics, imagines and edits (photos and videos)

Will I take requests- not at the moment but yes, I'm still new to the imagine thing and I'm still trying to figure out how Tumblr works

Type of music I listen to the most (as of now anyways) - r&b, reggae, pop and afrobeat

Something I never share with new people- I have a disorder called tuberculosis and had it since a child (might do a book on this)

Types of books I like reading- comedy, thriller, horror, fanfics and more

The types of books I write- imagines, fanfics and my own (some of them might be song based as well)

How long I've been on wattpad- since I was 14

Where to find me- YouTube, wattpad, pinterest (will be posting editing content soon) and Instagram

Will I post my pages- of course I will 😌

Am I a night owl?- yes

Who I plan on writing for as far as imagines and fanfics (at the moment- characters)

Shuri Udaku

Riri Williams

Queen mother (Ramonda)

Erik killmonger

Jazlyn Forster

Skylar forster

Tiana Brown

Izzy Morris

Who I will write for (irl- the ones that i listed below will be happening for now)

Koffee

Lila Ike

Chloe Bailey

Letitia Wright

Dominique Thorne

Saweetie

Lex Scott Davis

Serayah

Halle Bailey

Micheal B. Jordan

Lucky Daye

Lauren London

Tems

Sha'carri Richardson

That's all for now, ig. I might start posting wattpad content tonight but Idk. I honestly hope those who viewed this will enjoy ❤️❤️

[eye-raq]

Erik Killmonger in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

[celebrityyimaginees]

Imagine Michael being asked how he felt when you gave him a little shout out in your speech.

[90sinspiredgirl]

Somebody did a voice over and I’m DYING

[ravenempress101]

So black panther is the #1 comic book movie to ever pass all the others okay then my Melanin is shining so bright right now and I'm already so light skinned

I feel proud of being black now like I felt like that before but now I'm really blessed that god gave me my skin color for real

[inluvwithladybug]

And she does it AGAIN. you can't miss

Traitor Extra: 73 Questions With Vogue

singer!reader

summary: Y/n Y/l/n receives Joe Sabia for a 73 questions interview, with three very special appearances.

word count: 1859

warnings: fluff

A/n: So is the end of the mystery of who’s Y/n ‘New Man’, just so you guys know: the choice was made by popular demand. Here you also get to find out the name and genre of Y/n and Harry’s twins. This is a Fluff with happy, motherly, in love Y/n.

73 QUESTIONS WITH Y/N Y/L/N | VOGUE |2023

It starts with Joe Sabia’s hand pressing the golden floral-framed doorbell, and then focusing on the light blue wooden gate with cast iron flowers detailing that almost disappeared into the exposed brick wall covered in white Wisterias.

Extremely English for a home in Brentwood, California.

Seconds passed before the door was opened by a smiling Y/n Y/l/n. “Joe! Hi, come, let’s go inside.” The British Pop Icon stepped aside giving him space to enter the property. The camera briefly focused on the surrounding huge whimsical garden, all very green and a little wild, with a bigger variety of flower than one would think possible, there were some fountains, and a small artificial pond with fish.

The camera focused on the children’s toys scattered around the garden before refocusing on the woman they were there to interview.

“Hey, Y/n! Thanks for having us, are you ready to answer 73 Questions with Vogue?“

The twenty-six-year-old woman was as impeccable as ever. The long wavy hair that was almost a trademark of hers along with the red lipstick, was down. She wore a red linen ensemble of a mid-skirt top and skirt from Cult Gaia, showing off her bare feet with impeccable manicure and gold anklets.

"Oh I’m so excited, I’ve been waiting a while for this moment.” The woman confessed, walking backwards and leading him through the immense garden. The camera panned briefly to the house’s garage, where a few cars were outside, before refocusing on the path to the house.

“Good, I know how busy you are, so let’s get this thing done.”

Y/n tossed her hair back and looked at the camera. “OK, let’s go.”

“How would you describe your life right now?”

“Hectic.” The singer said with a big smile. “I’ve just finished a leg of my world tour, I’ve started filming a movie, I’m writing songs for my next album, we are expanding Greentable, we’ve just moved into this house and I have two little monsters that have arrived in the terrible-two phase.”

“England or America?”

“England is a part of me and will always have my heart, I’m always visiting but these days America is my home.”

“Something that irritates you deeply?”

“Today?” She asked twirling the ends of her hair around her fingers. “That my children speak with an American accent.” The woman shook her head as Joe laughed.

Y/n she was famous for her RP accent, something that had famously earned her the nickname ‘Queenie’ among her intimate circle of friends —which included some of Hollywood’s most A-listed names—.

“How big is the garden and backyard space on this property?” Joe asked curiously, they were only able to see the roof of the house over the treetops for now, the house was hidden by the garden.

“Approximately 4 and a half acres.” She answered. “We like outdoor space for the kids to have where to let off steam without wreaking the house, and I love a garden.”

They finally reached the lawn in front of the house, a huge white exposed brick Italianate house surrounded by floral bushes. Y/n guided Joe across the porch, and they finally entered the house.

“This house looks like it belongs in another era.” The camera panned to show the spacious entrance hall of the house.

“And it belongs.” The English woman agreed. “It was built in 1875 in Memphis, it was going to be torn down so they could build a new skyscraper on the land, I fell in love, so we hired a company to 'dismantle’ the house and transport it to California.”

“What’s your favorite room in the house?” The camera followed Y/n as she gave the ‘tour’ of the house.

“The kitchen, is where we always end up getting together, when people come home, on a daily basis as a family.” The singer said leading them to the kitchen. “The kitchen is truly the heart of the home.”

The kitchen was large, predominantly green and retro-style, the green enamel Aga stove was large enough to cook for an army, and the dark wooden French farmhouse table was large and could easily fit more than ten people, cookbooks could be seen on the shelves, and flowers in vases occupied almost every surface.

“Do you cook?”

“Always.” The woman opened the fridge and took out a pitcher. “Do you want iced tea? I made it just before you arrived.”

“Please.” Joe accepted, the camera following Y/n as she took two glasses from the cupboard.

“My partner and I always cook together,” She said pouring the tea into the cups, “and Sunday family lunch is sacred, so it’s usually me, my mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law in the kitchen, gossiping about the men and the kids, while the men grill the meat in the backyard.” Y/n smiled at the camera handing the cup to Joe. “All very domestic.”

“This is amazing.” Joe complimented the tea while Y/n took a sip.

“Thank you, it’s a blend my mother taught me when I was little, all fresh fruit and herbs from my kitchen garden,” she said, putting the jar in the fridge. “The children love to help me pick fruits, vegetables, herbs… we have to get creative not to waste, because my little monsters always pick way too much.”

“Supermarket or Farmers’ Market?”

“My vegetable garden.” She answered. “But if I don’t have it in my garden I’ll go to the nearest Farmers Market.” Y/n put the used cups on the sink. “I was always worried about what I put in my body, but after I had kids it got worse, that’s what inspired me to found 'Greentable’, only organic, unprocessed, with natural preservatives and at affordable prices, healthy shouldn’t be expensive.” The singer guided Joe out of the kitchen, down a hallway with both walls covered in books.

“Maximalist or Minimalist?” The camera filmed around the colored room, before returning to Pop Icon’s face.

Y/n had a pointed look, opening his hands to the room they were in.

“Please, maximalist.”

“How would you describe your decorating style?”

“Granny Chic, Wes Anderson-inspired with a touch of Gucci Home extravaganza.” She led him across the living room, the camera focusing on the awards scattered across the furniture surfaces, and the Gucci pillows strewn across the velvet sofas.

“Living Style Icon?”

“Oh My, you want to cause a war.” She joked as she picked up a pillow from the floor and placed it on the couch, sitting up and resting her face in her hands. “I’ll say Elton John, I love him, and he’s a dear friend.”

“Most iconic person you’ve collaborated with on a song?”

“Sir Elton John.” She said with a smile, standing up.

“Most sentimental gift you’ve ever received?”

“It wasn’t for me, it was for my kids.” The camera followed her into the room that was clearly a music room. “Taylor Swift gave them hand-stitched blankets made from the fabric of her dresses with their embroidered initial, it is really adorable.”

“Your kids are two years old and so far their names haven’t been revealed in public, I can’t wait any longer,” Joe laughed. “Are you going to reveal their name to me?”

Y/n gave a harmonious laugh, sitting on the piano bench and crossing her leg, she was silent for half a second, before pointing to the wooden chests in the corner of the room with their names written in golden calligraphy.

“Love Helene and Angel Apollo Y/L/n-Styles.” The English woman said with a soft smile. “The name really suits them, Lovie is the more loving kid, she’s exuberant and outgoing, Pollo is more shy until he gets intimate, but he’s usually the better behaved of the two.” She said getting up and opening the French windows that overlooked the backyard, the childish screams and the male voice invaded the room. “Love is our little tyrant, whenever all the cousins get together she’s the one who runs the group, no matter she’s the youngest.”

“What is your pet peeve?” He followed her to the porch.

“A camera in my face.” She said with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s your perfect day off like?”

“My children, my partner and I at home.” They circled the porch closer to the noise, her smile grew.

“Last country you visited?”

“England.” She said quickly, without needing to think. “The children went to visit their Granny.”

“A country you’d like to visit next?”

“We are planning a family trip to Kenya.” The singer confessed walking down the steps to the backyard.

The camera focused on the backyard, in the background you could see the pool and a sports court, and on the lawn Y/n’s companion of almost two years was running after the children. The three had excited smiles on their faces as they played. The man finally caught the little girl in white jumpsuit knitted with pink hearts, her squeal of joy was infectious.

“It’s always like that?” Joe asked, as Y/n and he approached the group.

“Always, it’s rare to have moments of silence around here.” She said being attacked by screams of 'Mummy’.

Y/n bent down taking Pollo in his arms, the boy hid his face in his mother’s neck when he saw the camera, making her laugh. She ran her hand down his back, whispering in his ear, and the little boy turned and waved goodbye to the camera.

He had curly brown hair, rosy skin, when he smiled he showed dimples, and his eyes were green as Harry’s many would notice.

“He’s shy.” Y/n smiled at Joe, the two turned to watch the man approaching with the little girl on his shoulders.

From a distance it was possible to see that Love was Y/n mini me.

“Michael B Jordan.” Joe greeted the actor.

“Hey Joe!” Michael smiled at the man as he kissed the side of his partner’s head, taking Love off his shoulders and carefully lowering her to the floor.

Y/n put Angel down, instructing the two kids to go play in the playhouse.

“Do you mind answering a few questions?”

“I’m ready! Let’s go.” The Creed III actor and director said with his typical winning smile.

“Do you mind telling us how you and Y/n met?” the group of three sat on one of the sofas outside.

“Met Gala 2018, I saved this one from breaking her neck on the MET steps.”

“An actress had a very voluminous dress, and when she turned around, her skirt pushed me.” Y/n detailed better. “It just so happens that we were standing on the edge of the stairs, in my head everything happened in slow motion, I thought: Okay, I’ll be the first person to die at the Met Gala, has anyone ever died at the Met Gala?” She then looked at him. Michael, her eyes were pure adoration. “I just felt someone grab my wrist and pull me, and there he was, we became friends after that.”

The couple shared a loving look.

“How would you describe Y/n Y/l/n in three words?”

“Queen…Goddess…” He said with a playful smile as the woman pushed him away, an equally big smile on her face. “Mine?” the third word came out more like a question directed at the singer.

“Yours.”

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Request: Anything with MBJ Imagine Michael talking about an incident where a fan crossed the line with you.

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Then There Was You- Chapter 2

Pairing: Tom HollandxScreenwriter!AssistantDirector!Reader

Summary: Y/n is a screenwriter for her first movie called Hurts so Bad where she meets Tom Holland who plays the male lead William. The cast tries their best to push the two together. Will they be successful or will the two do the getting together on their own?

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it. Also imagine Lori Harvey was with Micheal B during her birthday in 2020. Italics are lines from the script

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“You’re beautiful,” Tom whispered. Even though Y/n clearly knew this was the script and the words that she wrote, it sounded like Tom was speaking to her and only her. Y/n’s cheeks grew warm at this. Since it was the first week they wanted to start with the table read to see any changes they wanted to make before they started filming the next week. She was currently going through the scene where Will and Aliyah are at the end of their second date. Ryan Destiny stared at her script before looking at Tom with a flirty grin, “You flatter me, William,” The group chuckled a little at the comment. “Aliyah, when can I see you again?” Tom said with a pleading voice. Ryan’s answer was then interrupted by Micheal B. Jordan’s character Andre, “Aliyah, get in this house!”

The table read went on like this for 2 hours taking a few breaks in between. At the end of it the actors and Ryan made a few suggestions about the script to Y/n and the two other writers who would help her edit and make changes to the script. She asked each actor some questions about their characters and what they envisioned for them. The air that Y/n felt after she walked out of the room was rejuvenating. Though she just spent a little less than two hours in a chair listening to other people read, Y/n’s energy was strong. She watched as groups began to form of directors and writers, smaller cast members and the main cast members. Y/n decided to make your way over to the main cast. As soon as Y/n walked over, she was greeted by the group. “Y/n!” Ryan exclaimed, “I haven’t seen you since our trip to Jamaica for Lori’s birthday. I’ve missed you girl.” Ryan pulled Y/n into a hug as she said this. Y/n was a part of the iconic girl group with Ryan, Jordyn Woods, Normani, and Lori Harvey. She was actually the one to introduce Lori and Micheal. Y/n laughed at her excitement. “I know, I’m so sorry. You know getting this movie together has taken over my life,” Y/n explained to her. Ryan waved her hand at this. “No need to apologize, I’m glad you finally decided to make this happen. It’s amazing. The storyline is just everything.” A chorus of agreements followed after her statement. Y/n shook your head at this, not used to all of the compliments. “Anyway, how’s everything for everyone else? You guys have any plans tonight?” Tom was the first one to speak, “We were actually talking about going to my hotel room later tonight for drinking and movies before filming. I- I mean we were going to ask you if you wanted to join and of course, you don’t have to if you’re too busy-,” She smiled slightly at his rambling, “Sure! What time?” Y/n asked, cutting him off. Tom grinned at your response. Micheal and Ryan looked at both of them and then at each other smiling in agreement. “We’re meeting at 9,” Yara told Y/n. “Okay, then I’ll be there just text me the room number. I have a few things to do here but I’ll definitely be there,” She told the group. Y/n noticed that the directors and writers were calling her over so she could put some edits to the script. Y/n quickly told the group goodbye and made her way towards them, not before hearing, “So, Tom, what do you think about Y/n?” She was definitely going to get back at Ryan when she saw her again tonight.

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i know andrew garfield said micheal b jordan could be his mj but imagine this, okay? dev patel as his mj BOOM