#black female oc

[lovecoree]

DADDY’S HOME. P. JIMIN !

pairing: military bf!jimin x black gf!reader

synopsis: imagine military boyfriend Jimin finally coming back home, oh all the emotions you’ll be feeling !

warning: contains smut and fluff , kissing , unprotected sex ( don’t do this ) , creampie , praising , both of y’all are touched starved ( y’all miss each other so much ) , reader is black coded , reader uses she/her prns. Let me know if I missed anything !

a/n: missing Jimin hours ☹️

SFW !

you couldn’t help but squeal with excitement as you hear the front gates open at the military entrance. Countless of men coming out with relief or happiness as they see their partner, family, or friends— you would’ve thought they just got released from prison, but you weren’t looking at them, you were looking at your boyfriend Jimin who came out last with his army duffel bag on his shoulder. “Babe!” You shouted, causing Jimin to turn his head in your direction, his stoic face turning into a bright smile seeing you running towards him.

“You missed me that much?” Jimin laughed as he picked you up off your feet as you bear hug him. “Of course I missed you.” You planted so many kisses on his face, taking in his scent and his look. He finally put you down, raising an eyebrow as you gawk at him. “What, do I look bad?” “No no, god no! You look…” your words fell short as you stared at him in awe.

His hair was growing back a little more, the short hair style really suited him, muscles definitely got bigger and let’s talk about the outfit choice. Black compression shirt with grey sweatpants and a simple silver chain on his neck that you gifted him before he left.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” You smacked your teeth as you looked at Jimin again before playfully rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” Smiling from ear to ear, placing your hand in his, walking back to your car to grab something to eat and go home.

“I really missed you.” Jimin whispered kissing you on the lips before letting you drive off.

NSFW !

best believe Jimin is going crazy as soon as the sexual tension rises. Jimin wasn’t the only one touched starved for a year, you were going through it. No amount of sex toys or pre recorded voice messages could help you. Your craving grew stronger the moment you found out Jimin would be released today.

Perfectly sprawled out on the bed, back arching causing your chest to touch his as you moaned from the intense pleasure. He had to fuck you in missionary, he just had to. He missed the sight of your pretty face crying from pleasure as he feed you deep strokes. “You look so beautiful baby.” Jimin bit his bottom lip loving the way you clenched around his cock.

Gripping your love handles so tight that the pain was mixing with your pleasure, pulling him closer by the neck to kiss him deeply, god did y’all miss each other so much.

Bed creaking and skin slapping loud and clear in your room. “I love you so much Jimin.” You cried feeling closer than ever. Jimin lived for your whines, flipping you over on your stomach just to release another whine out of you.

“Yeah?” Jimin teases your hole by just putting his pink tip in that glisten with your essence. The whine you let slip past your mouth was so pornographic had Jimin’s eyes rolling in the back of his skull. “mhmm— missed you so much minie.” Wiggling your ass, Jimin hiss at the sound of your soaking pussy making squelching noises.

Mouth going wide as Jimin finally bottom inside of you. “Fuuck yes.” You moaned out, mind going blank as your ass clapped back against his pelvis. Jimin letting out a groan at the sight of your cum and his forming a ring around the base of his cock.

“Messy ass pussy.” Jimin mumbled to himself as he grippped your hips, fucking you into the mattress. “One year, one year of not being inside my pretty baby.” Jimin rambles on and on about wanting to be so close to you, and honestly, you can say the same— well not at this moment since your boyfriend is literally fucking you into oblivion. 

“I’m— Fuuck, I’m so close.” You whined out, gripping the sheets tight and moaning at the feeling of your arousal dripping down your soft thighs. “Me too pretty, gonna cum f’me?” You could feel Jimin’s cock twitch inside of you, moving your hand behind you to have him closer, Jimin smiled at the action as he moved his hand off your hip and interlocking it with yours. “I’m not going anywhere baby, don’t worry.” Jimin eyes rolled back as you squeezed around him so tight.

Jimin used his free hand to move to your center and rubbed your sensitive bud causing you to jolt from the sudden attention. “Let it out pretty, you deserve it..been waiting so long.” Your head was spinning, thighs shaking intensely as you came around his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Jimin groaned leaning down to pamper you in kisses, hips stuttering slightly as he felt close to his release. Using both of his hands to steady your hips as he came inside of you. So much cum entering you that some of it leaked out of you and onto the bed.

Jimin felt his body shiver as he moaned at the sight of his cum and yours creating such a mess as he pulled out slowly. A lewd pop sound as his tip pulled out. “Fuck.” Jimin looked up to see you ready to fall asleep. Lipgloss smudged on the pillow, edges sweated out, legs shaking, and a thin layer of sweat covering your body from the aftermath. Besides all that, you still looked beautiful in his eyes, planting a kiss on your shoulder before he got off the bed, still naked as he walked into the bathroom.

Aftercare is definitely a 10/10. He came back with a warm rag to clean you up and carried you to the bathroom so you could pee. You watched him run the bath water and added body wash to create bubbles. He looked at you with a smile. “You done.” Voice so sweet and caring, you nodded your head yes before wiping yourself clean and slowly stood up and flushed the toilet. Jimin held your hand and helped you into the tub.

He got in after you, getting behind you so you could rest your back on his chest comfortably. “This feels nice.” You smiled letting the soapy water cover your body. “It does.” Jimin mumbled as he moved his hands under water to caress your stomach until he reached your breast to massage them. You hummed as you closed your eyes leaning even more into him.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered, Jimin grinned as he looked at you. “Don’t worry, daddy’s home now.”

Laughing at him you opened your eyes to see him smiling as well. “Omg Jimin.”

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[1-800anklebully]

That girl Jude Bellingham x black female oc

Summary: You are one of the best female players in woman football. And for some odd a reason a certain Dortmund player had taken a liking into you.

Warnings: Swearing, and use of alcohol, and just Jude being Jude. Also for sake of this imagine Trent plays for Borussia Dortmund. And probably more things I cant think off the top of my head.

Excuse any errors

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It was a hot day in England to be exact it was about 28 degrees, you could not spot a single cloud in the sky it was as clear as day. The sun was the only thing out today.

Along with the female and male England teams they unfortunately had to train on this beautiful note the sarcasm. They were on separate grounds the men on the other and the woman on the other.

Simply just doing drills and works out as the men had a game approaching this week which meant the ladies had to attend it was mandatory.

“Girls are you mucking around? You’re meant to be working on your kicking skills. Especially you Gretchen.” Coach Martin pointed her out and she went a bright shade of red. He was wrong for that.

But hey that was Coach Martin for you he didn’t care who he offends or humiliates. He was honest and like it or not that’s who he is. The whole team have all came to the conclusion that’s who he is as a person.

He was so nonchalant to everyone including his wife. I think the only time he actually cracked a smile and let himself loose was when the woman had won their World Cup.

“Oh then you come fashionably late l/n. Maybe you can teach these girls how to kick a fucking football!” He seethed throwing his clipboard to ground and he stormed off the field to where the men were gawking in disbelief.

You on the other hand, had just arrived and were beyond perplexed on why he was so grouchy in the morning. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

“What did you guys do to piss him off.” You sighed crossing your arms. You were the youngest in the ground yet you felt like the oldest.

“Nothing just practicing our kicking and he just flipped.” Gretchen sighed rubbing her face now recovered from being called out.

You raised a eyebrow.” I get what he means though. You’re lazy Gretchen.” She said making the men gasp and some say ‘oh shít’.

“E-Excuse me.”

“You heard me you kick like a pre-schooler and lack putting in effort when performing. I know we’re better and bigger than that. That goes for all of you we can’t be slacking off just because we won a cup.

It doesn’t mean anything it’s a new which means we have to try harder for another 4 years. Understood. Now let’s started.” You explained and they all nodded in agreement paring up with somebody to pass the ball back and forth.

A speaker was on, Burna boy was playing on the speakers some of the girls were dancing and the others were chatting while actually doing what they were told.

It was not surprising as they had respected their captain you and could never disagree with what she says due to her always knowing what’s best for their team.

“I wonder why Coach M was so mad at them they seem to be kicking efficiently.” Trent analysed joining Jude who was on his break watching the girls train. Not in a creepy way.

“I agree. Who is she.” Jude didn’t tear his eyes off you as you laughed handling the ball with so much skill and it was effortlessly too.

“Who?”

“Number 9.”

Trent furrowed his eyebrows, but once his eyes landed on you he smiled and waved at you and you blew him a kiss jokingly making him laugh.

“That’s Y/n L/n. Their captain. She’s a damn beast on the field you should see her.” Trent ranted amazed by your work.

“What’s so good about her.” Jude shifted uncomfortably not liking how doe eyed Trent looked at you.

“She has won countless medals and not to mention she’s the captain of her team at only 19 like you it’s incredible.”

“Oh yeah well how do you know her?” Jude couldn’t help but question. Trent then began explaining that your sister was dating one of his brothers. Tyler.

And you guys stood together at the wedding of one of his cousin wedding. Ever since then you made it your duty to tease him. Partially because you use to have a crush on Trent, but the crush faded as soon as you saw his dance moves that night.

It shocked you that someone that was mixed with Caribbean had no rhythm at all. Stiff as a board.

“Well she seems cool.” Jude expressed as he kicked down on the grass with his boots. Trent stared at him funny. There was no way…

“Do you fancy her?”

“No?!”

Trend rolled his eyes at how defensive Jude became it obviously meant that he found her some what attractive . Yet he couldn’t blame him. You were a sight for sore eyes.

“I’m just going to put this out there if you choose to pursue her, you’re not going to be 100% successful. She’s a tough one. Wants her eggs cracked.” Trent tried explaining but all Jude could see was love-hearts.

He wanted to get to know her, heck if he had known about her earlier he probably would’ve shot his shot.

You pivoted your right foot so that the ball had hit the inner side of your boot and boom the ball had went into the goal square.

Your team cheered as you run around the field screaming they had jumped on you which made you tumble down. However when down your eyes landed on a familiar pair of brown ones and they twinkled with delight.

You felt like you were in trance with this stranger and for whatever your eyes couldn't seem to drift away only until your teammates had carried you away to the locker-room and you loss sight of him in the crowd.

''Jude.'' Trent spoke a wide shit eating grin on his face he could beyond a doubt see that this youngin was already plotting your whole life together. That's how Jude was.

He falls in love to quick and believes in love at first sight. This is how he always tends to end up broken heart as he dates the first girl he sees.

''BOYS WE'RE RESUMING ARNOLD, BELLINGHAM!''

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Your point of view

Time had now passed and the girls were done with their practice most were showering and others were chatting getting ready to leave. You stood against the wall typing mindlessly on your phone to your younger brother who was claiming there was no food at home.

Which was a lie because your mother always cooked at home for your father however your brother wasn't interested and only wanted fast food. So being the good old sister you were you would always buy him something when you could.

Lori, your teammate and best friend had came over and bit into you shoulder causing you gasp and flip around while she laughs toppling over.

"Girl you're weird as fuck you can't be doing that shit.'' You berated clutching your shoulder as she smiled goofily. She was always doing strange things to make her presence known.

She simply shrugged ignoring your statement.'' Who are you texting.'' She peers over your shoulder and scrunches up her face, when she sees your brothers name on the screen.

''Not that little brat.'' Her and your brother didn't exactly get along as he had a attitude problem according to her which wasn't exactly false.

''Not too much Lori. How are you beefing with a 16 almost 17 year old and you hanging onto 20.''

''That boy's a menace don't even.'' She waved you off for defending your brother and eyed Emily's arse as she walked by which made you roll your eyes at how she was not being subtle at all.

''Anyways, I saw Mr Bellingham eying you earlier on the pitch what's up with that huh.'' She nudged you knowingly as if you knew what on earth she was going on about.

''Who the hell is that? And piss off would you.'' You scoffed pushing her away to stop her hassle.

Lori's face had dropped there was no way you didn't know who Jude was he was all over tik tok and Instagram you name it. He was everywhere and for you not know who he was astounding.

Most 13-17 year old girls would be shaking their head at your lack of knowledge.

''Are you bloody serious? Number 22 that guy that was gawking at you that's Jude Bellingham.'' She stares at you alarmed at how un phased you were that he even glanced your way.

Quite frankly you weren't interested as the last thing on your mind was a boyfriend you already were one step ahead of Lori. She was probably already jotting down ideas on how to purposely make you two bump into each other.

''oh that's cool.'' You go back to texting your brother laughing at the text he sent you. Unaware of how badly she was glaring you down.

''I hate you sometimes you know that.''

'' I know.'' You chimed and began walking off to shower.

" You know he's feeling you!" She yelled out not caring who heard she just wanted to get her message across.

"NO HE'S NOT NOT!''

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LATER ON THAT NIGHT

While on your drive back home after spending some time with the girls, the traffic to your house was absolutely bizarre. Especially at this time of the night since it was around 8pm you didn’t expect that much people to be out and about.

Sighing, you knew the best thing that you could was scroll on your phone to by some time. Adjusting your seat, you went on Instagram catching up on everything you had missed due to being a practice. Eh it was same same.

Insta models, DMS being flooded with messages from random people most positive but some could be quite nasty.

For some reason a random cloud had propped over you and it was encouraging to scroll through this Jude Bellinghams page.

So you did. Oh he took some nice photos. Mainly about football not really into posting his social life. That’s great.

Accept why were you stalking his page if you weren’t interested. You mentally scolded yourself and hopped off his profile going to something else.

You will give it to Lori though, he is quite majestic and definitely does have the looks. But of course you would never admit that out loud.

“Finally, you’re here.” Your brother exaggerated dashing up from the living room. He didn’t even greet you, he just finessed the bag of Maccas from you.

Your mother scolded him and he just hummed.

“Tobias.” She tutted him as he just took a bite of the burger and his eyes widened.” OH- thanks Y/n!”

You waved him off with a tired smile and just collapsed on the couch next to your mother who was knitting.

“Hey mama.”

“Hey sweetie. How was practice?” She never tore her eyes off her thread. It still marvelled you at how she threaded so efficiently even though she was approaching her late 40s.

''Practice was the same. Accept the girls were taking it lightly as they won a championship.'' You voiced your frustration making your mother tut her head.

''You're being so hard on them Y/N let then relax its only been 2 weeks. Lay off.'' Your mother insists knowing how uptight you could be fun was not in your vocabulary. Only when you were intoxicated which you'll see what I mean eventually.

''I agree stop being a tight arseeeee Y/NNNNN.'' Tobias sung getting all in your face causing you to shove him away and he falls backwards making your father let out a belly full laugh.

Tobias groans in agony getting from the ground clutching the back of his head, a grimace on his face.'' You're so damn aggressive.''

''Karmas a bitch ain't it huh.''

'' Y/N language.'' Your father reminded you.

''See this is why you don't have a boyfriend.''

The smirk had dropped from you face quicker than a ice cream on a hot day. You stood up from the couch and began tying your hair up. Sure your brother was almost a whole foot taller than you and had longer legs.

But you could take him down any day with your strength. He'll always be little bro, and respectfully he's gonna learn today.

''Y/N IM SORRY-"'

He screamed out and began running like a mad man you followed his lead.

"Whatever you do don't kill our son Y/N!''

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Authors note: And just like that I have published another imagine this has been sitting here for awhile so I am glad its out there. I hope you all liked it!🤎

#jude bellingham x reader #jude Bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #fluff #football imagines #jude bellingham fluff #black girl reader #black female oc

[teejaywyatt1]

Chapters: 43/? Fandom: John Wick (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John Wick & Original Female Character(s) of Color, John Wick/You, John Wick/Reader Characters: John Wick, Winston (John Wick), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Viggo Tarasov, Santino D'Antonio, Bowery King (John Wick), The Adjudicator (John Wick), Marcus (John Wick), Ms. Perkins (John Wick), The High Table (John Wick), Continental Hotel Doctor (John Wick), Iosef Tarasov, Helen Wick, Aurelio (John Wick), Charon (John Wick), Zero (John Wick), Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont, Caine (John Wick), Katia, Ruska Roma - Character, Killa Harkan Additional Tags: Violence, Reader-Insert, Assassins & Hitmen, Murder, Sex, Smut, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, This is nasty NASTY, John doesn’t play about his girl Series: Part 3 of Skyline Series Summary:

Your simple world is turned outside down when you become the object of affection for the World's Deadliest Assassin after crossing paths.

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[hi-whore123]

I just finished my first chapter of this book I just have to write 23 more 🥲

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[shurisbathwater]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 -- shuri udaku x blk fem!reader

*implied smut ??? ---*

--No idea by don toliver.

YOU ROLLED the window down to Shuri's black Mercedes as she sped off into the dark night -- the street dead silent , like it was just you and her in the world. You stick your head out of the tinted windows as she zips through the streets of wakanda.

Your hair flowed in the wind as you let your arms out, you squealed as you move your hands around. " ahhhh!!" You screamed as she rapidly drives. She looked at you with those low eyes. She licks her lips as she turns to look at the road again.

You giggle lightly as the moonlight glistens on your honey skin, your melanin standing out even more.

Shuri cranked up don toliver a little and leaned her head back --

I'm picky with my women i decided,

Call me to 'yo crib and Imma slide in.

You come back into the car but leave the windows open, letting the wind in, your hair still blowing.

You look over at shuri to find her already staring at you. "unomtsalane kakhulu. ---you're so attractive." She mutters under her breath. "If only i had you all to myself." She breathed out as she looked away from you.

"Then take me." You whisper seductively, your voice as sweet as honey.

"For a night only, shuri."

sorry this is lowkey trash but bc im working on other projects:// I wanted to pop up and write sum for yall rq

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[mymotherthemilf]

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[iluffyouxo]

𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

the walking dead — daryl dixon x black, female oc

He had come to me trembling, soaked head to toe due to the heavy downpour indicating the beginning of autumn. His gaze quivered as soon as his eyes landed on mine once I had opened my door. Without even an uttering breath I stepped aside and he immediately bolted to my single bathroom.

This was our usual routine.

Daryl tended to come to my apartment, battered and broken and ashamed, a few days out of the month. Never speaking a word to each other before or after he winds up at my doorstep with pleading glances.

In this way, I’m sure my attraction was clear…my affections obvious.

And, yet, in this way, I’m sure he remained oblivious with betrayal in his heart. Daryl was a cold-hearted bastard—and his indifference towards me (towards our friends) was rightfully earned.

I sigh as I gathered some of the spare clothes I had bought him after he found himself sleeping on my couch for four days with a black eye and fresh whipping scars on his back. It truly bewilders me how he hadn’t slept on his stomach that entire time.

Soon enough I heard the distinct sound of running water from the shower head and knew it was time to replace his dirty clothes from off the sink counter with fresh ones. Tossing the wet clothing in my washer I waltz into the kitchen to make him a quick meal.

Daryl wasn’t picky, quite the opposite, actually, but when he is here, I want to make sure he eats better than he has since his last thrashing of my apartment. Therefore, I made him some fried salmon and homemade fries.

“Hey,” his voice was gruff and strained.

I look up at him as I finish setting the table and instant regret churns in my stomach. His wet brown hair was shaggy and clung to his skin, his bangs slicked back from the many times he had ran his fingers through them, his crystal blue eyes were a stark contrast to his pale skin and harbored a tired inclination. His black t-shirt and plain sweats fitted him well and damn near ignited the feral teenager in me.

I blink and turn my head away. It took everything in me to not keep staring. “Hey,” I cough.

We take a seat at the dining table and I tie up my box braids before saying a quick prayer and digging into my food. Though, in the corner of my eye, I can see Daryl picking at his plate with a deep frown and furrowed brows. I took this moment to study him before becoming irritated myself.

Today he had come to me with scars on his arms and a deep cut on his forehead.

And it wasn’t long before his overthinking began to cause him to tremor. At the realization that he was about to snap (as he’s done so many times before) I abruptly stand and rush to his side. I wrap my arms around him and pull him in close to me. “You’re safe here,” I mumble. Daryl gives a wavering breath before he’s pulling at my hoodie and crying into my arm.

It’s moments like these that I cherish the most.

Though, I’d prefer he’d come to me unharmed, cocky and a cigarette dangling between his lips, I’m grateful for these times of vulnerability between him and I. It’s the only time he shows that he trusts me with his heart.

I’m truly grateful for these quiet days of ours.

Hopefully, some day, these quiet days become distant memories in our lives tangled in each other’s sheets, basking in his contagious laughter and butterfly-inducing smile.

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[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 51: Shadow Woman

After learning about Sam's history, Derek felt as if he understood her a bit better. He lightly dragged his thumb down her cheek as he frowned softly.

“I'm just glad you didn't die on us. I don't know what I would've done.”

He understood why she was the way she was.

“You're not alone, Derek.”

He understood why she and the boys were so close. Why she stayed with her mother. Why she acted the way she acted toward the others that they've come across.

“You haven’t given up trying to push me away, yet? It doesn’t get old?”

It made sense now.

“I'm not leaving you. I won't leave you.”

He was so curious about her and why she felt the need to be so persistent in helping him and Scott to begin with.

“I'm not gonna let you go out there if it means you're gonna die and I won't be able to do anything about it.”

It wasn't just because she cared… she was afraid. She was afraid of being alone.

“I don't wanna do that without you.”

He sighed softly, laying back against her pillows, and closed his eyes. With her brother and father missing, it messed her up. The abandonment dug a hole in her being and her friends only filled it so much.

This entire time… Derek was worried about himself. Thinking about himself and how he was the bane of everyone's pain but now he knew he wasn't just that. This wasn't his fault yet he felt like it was.

He wasn't here to protect her either.

Despite all that she's been through, she was still caring and not as cold as he expected her to be after hearing what happened.

In the beginning, he was just a stranger to her. The boys were right to have their suspicions and guards up around him, but she wasn't like them…

She could've been hostile toward him, but she wasn't. She was definitely crazy brave for standing up to him and Peter, regardless of their supernatural status. But she welcomed them all the same.

He frowned at another thought that plagued his mind. She could've been just like the Argents.

However, she was the opposite. She wasn't as threatening when she found out who bit Scott. Hell, she was on the Hales' side the entire time.

She could've hated him. He anticipated it. He wasn't supposed to care. He was supposed to gather betas for revenge. So was Peter. And he did.

But he lost his betas. His alpha spark and this girl, this once human girl, stayed by his side.

She made him think of Paige. Maybe… maybe this was his new chance. A chance to do better. To do right. To make sure he didn't relive a repeat.

He was… scared when Sam had gotten bit.

He hid it well, but he was terrified. Terrified that he'd let another innocent girl die because of his mistakes.

She could've lost her life and she didn't blame him for getting bit. She made it seem like it was a normal occurrence when she told her mother.

He thanked his lucky stars. That was, if he had any.

Even laying next to her, he felt lucky. The dim moonlight that peeked through her curtains, he saw how her usually plump cheeks were less swollen from crying so hard.

Her eyes were still a little puffy, but it didn't bother him much. She slept peacefully. At least he hoped.

This wasn't something he expected to come home to. Another family reunion? One that wasn't mysteriously his?

He wondered about her father and brother. Was the trip even worth it? Was it worth tearing her apart so emotionally?

Did they really miss her?

Derek lifted a hand to hover his fingertips over her cheek. He glanced at the small faded scar over her eyelid. He felt guilty that it hadn't healed completely before she got bit.

She'd probably tell him that it wasn't his fault. She was always like that. He kinda wished she'd just yell at him, tell him to get lost, to never see her or her friends again.

Maybe it'd hurt less if she had. He can't imagine why anyone would hurt her so bad even as a kid. She sounded so sweet and kind hearted from what Stiles had described.

It made him wish he'd met her earlier. Before the fire. Before Kate.

His thoughts paused as he heard a soft groan come from her and watched as she woke up. Her eyes slowly opened and met his, a relieved expression washed over her face.

"Hi.", she whispered softly. A small smile lifted his lips. "Hi.", he responded. "How're you feeling?"

She let out a muffled noise and rubbed her face on her pillow. "Still kinda tired, but I'm okay. You okay?"

He let out a snort. Worried about him as always… "Yeah. I'm okay."

He watched as she lifted a hand, the tips of her fingers pressed against his scruffy cheek. "You're really here…", she muttered.

He nodded. "I'm back."

She dropped her hand with a small huff and a smile. Derek returned her smile and brought her into his hold. "I missed you.", he muttered in her hair. She nuzzled into his chest. "I really missed you."

He laid a kiss on top of her forehead and looked down at her. "How come you were sick?", he asked softly.

She looked up at him, a questioning look on her face. "When I came home, I smelled you all over my couch. I smelled your pain. You were sick. Why?", he responded.

"I got drugged and kidnapped.", she muttered, looking down. Derek's face hardened. What the hell happened while he was gone?

"By who?", he asked. "A guy me, Stiles and Scott knew when we were younger.", she responded. She told him everything that happened from meeting Theo to him being dragged to hell by his dead sister.

Good riddance, Derek thought. The boy was power hungry and it didn't set Derek in a good way. Even going as far to get everyone to hate Stiles and getting Liam to kill Scott. It was too much.

He wanted to ask her so many other questions. How much had he missed out on since he left?

There was one thing that also bothered him. While he went to visit Cora, the sky suddenly changed one night. It tripped him out so much, he thought he hadn't even slept yet.

"Did a weird thing happen here? Like a sudden change in the sky?", he asked. Sam felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she shrunk under her covers. That was one detail she left out of her explanation.

So her powers did reach around the world…

She hadn't meant to do that. It was an accident.

Derek looked at her in confusion. "What? What happened?", he asked quietly.

She looked up at him. "I did it…" He raised a thick eyebrow in question. "Did what?", he asked. She grumbled in embarrassment. "I changed the sky. It wasn't my fault. I had this stupid hallucination. When Stiles snapped me out of it, the next thing I know, it's night outside."

She waited for him to laugh. To let out a teasing chuckle. To tell her she was being a big baby and that it was reckless of her to do that.

He did neither of those things, to her surprise. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her, his thumb rubbing at her back. "You wanna tell me what the hallucination was about?", he asked softly.

He didn't wanna pressure her, considering the last hallucination almost made her drown herself out of guilt. He couldn't imagine what this one was like.

She frowned softly and told him what she saw. In the end, Derek was jumbled with emotions. They were bouncing everywhere. He was worried, relieved, pissed and pleased all at the same time.

He was relieved she couldn't sense chemosignals.

"I don't know. I know that house meant a lot to you, but it brings me comfort too. I don't know why. I used to get relieved when I saw it. Now the loft holds that relief for me too.", she says. He looked down at her, but she didn't meet his eyes.

Her safe place was where he resided…

He wondered if the boys had figured that out already. Maybe Peter did. It was no wonder why they smelled her all over the couch.

It was a faint smell, but potent nonetheless. If her comfort wasn't something she could explain, he wouldn't question it anymore.

She sighed and sat up. "What's wrong?", he asked.

She looked at him. "We gotta figure out who's been kidnapping people for youth.", she said.

He sat up on his elbows. "You actually wanna help them?", he asks, referring to the two that came with the info.

She frowned. "I'm not helping them. I'm helping the people who are in danger.", she corrected. "Even if it meant you had to work with them?", he asked.

She paused. Would she have to work with them? It'd be awkward and annoying. If she could avoid it, it'd be great.

She sighed through her nose. "If it can't be helped…"

She lifted herself out of the bed, floating softly on the carpet floor as she stretched. Derek watched in surprise, fully sitting up now. He really missed out on a lot.

"You can fly now?", he muttered. She turned to him. "What, jealous?", she asked, teasingly.

He scoffed with a smile as she went to freshen up. When she disappeared in her bathroom, he turned on a lamp and laid back down on her bed, looking around her room.

It seemed bigger than the last time he came. There were things that he hadn't noticed. He knew about her little bookshelf that she had acquired before he left. Her desk was neater and she ended up getting a new alarm clock.

She had a slightly bigger TV sat on an entertainment center that stood next to her bedroom door.

Looks like that spot's taken if he ever were to come back by himself. But he didn't think he'd need to sneak in the house anymore now. But, it was a force of habit.

The entertainment center was neatly occupied by DVD cases, PlayStation controllers, the console and games.

Why hadn't he noticed all of this before…?

Maybe because they were constantly running around trying to stay alive from any possible threat that harmed their lives…

Had he been doing a good job teaching her to stay alive…?

He'd like to think so, considering she was still alive.

"Your thoughts are loud.", he hears and looks over at Sam who emerged from the bathroom dressed more comfortably.

He lets out a chuckle. She smiled and walked over to him.

"What else have you learned about your new powers?", Derek asked. She hummed and used her shadow to make her float and sat on top of the black blob that floated below her.

"Well, now that I know I can change the day to night, I have to work on that before I unintentionally do that again and cause a worldwide situation.", she said.

She frowned in thought. There was a new thing she tried, but it was worth a shot. She reached for his head and plucked a strand, making him reel back, and place a hand on his head in reaction. "The hell was that for?", he fussed, scratching at his slightly sore scalp.

She floated to her carpet floor, creating a glowing resin that she had done before and placed the strand of dark hair in the middle.

It was a harmless thing, of course. She knew that, but it was still shocking to him.

He watched as the small, illuminated crescent moon appeared on her forehead and looked at his hand that seemed to glow as well.

He lifted his hand and saw a similar illuminated moon on the corner of his wrist, inspecting it as it faded.

He looked at Sam as she looked at him with a sheepish smile. "I kinda made a link to you. It'll let me know if something's wrong with you.", she explained. He understood now.

It was creative. Smart.

He smiled. "Thanks for that.", he said. Her eyes nearly sparkled at his smile. It always brought butterflies in her stomach, but brought her relief that he was still able to even after everything that happened.

She smiled.

The next day, the pack met up at Scott's house, discussing what they should do about the kidnapped.

"Where should we even look first?", Lydia asked.

"They said there were people running away from Beacon Hills, but they weren't far. So that just means that whoever's doing the kidnapping is still here.", Stiles said.

Scott turned to Sam. "Why don't we ask your grandma?", he asked. Sam looked at him in confusion. "Why my grandma?"

They looked at her, confused as well. "You… don't know?", Liam asked. She looked at him then looked at her packmates. "Know what?"

Stiles frowned. "Your mom told us your grandma pretty much knows every single supernatural thing in Beacon Hills. Including the Argents."

Sam frowned deeply, and glanced at Derek who looked at her with an expression that gave the confirmation.

The truth dropped into her stomach with a nauseating wave. Her eyes weakly blinked. "I feel sick.", she muttered.

"It's not your fault.", Derek quickly reassured.

Sam rubbed at her temples as she sat down. She knew her mom went to her grandma for help as far as protection spells, but…

It made sense that she knew about the supernatural things in Beacon Hills, but…

Why hadn't she gone to her for help before?

Sam let out a sigh, dragging a hand down her face. "Fine. We'll go to her to see what she knows."

They couldn't go to the store since it was closed on certain days so Sam drove the girls and led the boys to her grandma's house.

She stared at the house with a frown. It brought back memories that bothered her a bit. Shaking it off, she got out of her car and walked up to the porch, knocking on the door.

The pack stood behind her and waited.

Three more knocks and they could hear the old rickety door opening. To the pack's surprise, they saw an older woman that was shorter than Sam despite having some of her features.

She didn't have grey hair, rather dark hair with white streaks. Her eyes seemed approachable whilst she wore a smile that could warm anyone's heart.

It definitely warmed Sam's. She smiled and gave her grandma a hug. "Hi, granny.", she softly greeted.

The older woman greeted her back with a hug and scolded the girl. "You should've told me you were bringing company. Y'all come on in."

The pack looked at Sam for confirmation and the girl only smiled, nodding her head towards the door as she walked through.

As she looked around, she felt a sense of familiarity. She hadn't exactly been to the house in years. Seeing her at the shop was enough and she wasn't always exactly invited. Especially not recently with everything going on.

Sam was trying to avoid giving her grandmother any type of hints that she was now involved with supernatural mysteries and fights.

Now, she had no choice but to tell her. "So, why the visit?", she hears her grandma ask.

Sam turns to her, "We came here to see what you knew about the recent supernatural issues that's been happening. Something about someone kidnapping people to make themselves younger."

The older woman's face turned into a frown as she looked at her granddaughter's friends. Taking one good look at them, she pointed at each. "Werewolves," She said pointing at Liam, Scott and Derek. She pointed at Malia. "Coyote."

She looked at Kira and huffed. "Kitsune." She pointed at Lydia, "Banshee." She looked at Stiles. "You were possessed…"

Stiles looked down, scratching behind his neck. Anita turned to her granddaughter. "How long have you known?"

"About the supernatural or the recent issue?", Sam asked.

"Both, while we're at it.", Anita responded, crossing her arms. Sam sighed and glanced at her pack before looking back at her grandma.

"For a while now.", Sam responded. It wasn't completely a lie, and it was an avoidance. Anita sighed, rubbing her temple.

"I know a lot of what's here in Beacon Hills. I know what's what and weaknesses and strengths. But what you're looking for will be hard to find.", Anita determined.

Sam frowned as her grandmother walked into a hall that was lined up with bookshelves. She pulled a book out of the bookshelf in front of her.

She opened it, and walked back to Sam. "The thing you're looking for is normally called a shadow person.”, she says, handing the book over to Sam. “They drain people of their energies and life force in their sleep. But if what you're looking for is a woman, then that would be a shadow woman, of course.”

Sam looked at the description in the book then paused as she looked up at her grandma. "How'd you know it was a woman?"

Anita scoffed, "The shadow man doesn't drain people to make himself younger. More powerful, maybe, but definitely not younger. A shadow woman may be trying to make herself more physical, hence draining people out of their youth to make her look young."

Sam closed the book. "If it's just a woman, that'll be easy.", she determined, walking past her.

Anita stopped her. "Hold your horses. Why are you so confident?"

Sam turned to her, an eyebrow raised. "You don't know?", Scott asked.

Anita looked confused. What had her granddaughter not told her?

"I thought you knew every supernatural thing that happens in Beacon Hills?", Malia asked. Anita frowned. "I know of every supernatural thing in Beacon Hills. Not what happens in Beacon Hills.", she corrected and turned to her granddaughter.

"Mom's leaving you out of the loop, too, huh?", Sam said and sighed. "I can control shadows and apparently the night as well.", she confessed.

Anita was more than surprised, she was intrigued and almost seemed expectant.

"Your mom had you do some studying too, hm?", Anita asked. Sam frowned a bit, but agreed nonetheless.

If she didn't know about everything that's happened, she doesn't need to now. Sam felt no need to explain more.

"Who's been protecting you?", Anita asked. "Who's your entities?"

"Nyx and Hecate. Sometimes Eris.", Sam confessed, shocking Anita a bit.

Sam sighed. "I've done all my research and if that's all then thanks for the book, granny. I'll see you later.", she said, smiling and pushing her friends out of the door.

Anita followed and watched from the porch as the pack piled into their cars and pulled out from her driveway.

She has the power to manipulate shadows to her will and has the power of the moon…

Anita smirked.

#teen wolf derek hale #derek hale #derek hale x oc #derek hale imagine #poc oc #x black reader #derek hale x reader #derek hale x plus size reader #black reader #black readers #black fanfic writer #black fem reader #black female oc #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fic #fanfics #black fanfiction #black writers #black representation #black werewolf #black fantasy #black ocs #black girl #black! reader #derek hale fanfiction #derek teen wolf #derek hale x black reader #derek hale headcanon #tyler hoechlin

[lovecoree]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 — 𝐉𝐉𝐊

synopsis: bf!jungkook x black gf!reader

synopsis: going to jungkook’s tattoo shop after work is a daily routine that you love, especially when you can show off your cute pink outfits to him all the time!

warning: fluff, kissing (quick peck on the lips), reader is black coded, reader uses she/her prns, jungkook loves reader’s smile, let me know if there’s more!

a/n: I was going to post this on Jk’s bday, but I was too busy to finish :(

The doorbell chimed as you entered jungkook’s shop, heels clicking on the hardware floor as you walked further into the establishment. Cold air conditioner on to prevent any type of heat, all black furniture and dim lights just the way jungkook likes it.

Walking further into the back of the shop, you could hear the faint sounds of his tattoo gun. Knocking before entering, jungkook didn’t need to look up, hearing your heels click with every slow step was just enough for him to know it was you. “Hi baby.” Jungkook spoke voice coming out in a small whisper yet you still heard him smiling from ear to ear as you watched him focus on his clients tattoos that was on his forearm.

“Hi babe.” Was all you said taking a seat in the corner of the room where his desk was. Drawings, pencil shavings and pencils scattered his desk. Jungkook was a amazing drawer, he was always excited to create pieces for his clients that wanted a surprise tattoo, letting his creative mind run wild. You smiled seeing the pink drawing notebook you gifted him on his birthday opened on his desk with drawings on the pages.

Jungkook loved it, it stood out from his already filled up drawing notebooks that were black or a dark grey. He loved it to the point that he carried it everywhere he goes instead of leaving it in the shop on his shelf where the others are. He practically scolded anyone that teased him for having it. “You laughing?” Hard glare set on his face as the person stops their laughter.

“How was your day?” Bringing you out of your thoughts, you looked up at jungkook to see him still working. “Hmm it was ok, my co-worker kept stressing me out ‘bout the way I did things saying ‘it’s common sense to do it this way’ ” you rolled your eyes remembering how much she kept nagging you at the cafe, even while you were taking a customer. It was embarrassing yet you put on a smile keeping a professional tone as you fixed your “mistake.”

“That sucks..I’d hate to come up there and cause problems.” Jungkook smiled turning to look at you for a split second just to see you laughing along with him. The smile that always manages to melt his heart. “As much as I love that, I still need my job.” Jungkook nodded his head understanding, wiping his design with green soap to get rid of extra ink. Straightening his back you could here the groan leaving his lips as he stretched a little.

Both him and his client stood up after the long session. Walking to the front of the shop for jungkook’s client to pay. You could here a faint ‘have a good day’ before heavy footsteps could be heard from jungkook’s chunky black combat boots.

you stood up from his desk as he entered the room, the smile gracing his face as he took in your outfit. “You look amazing, pretty.” Jungkook mumbled, pulling you closer by the waist. Planting a kiss on your lips causing your lip gloss to smudge on his lips. You smiled as you rubbed the access off with your thumb, pink acrylic grazing his top lip slightly in the process.

“If you keep smiling like that, my next customer is going to be hearing things.” Raising his pierced eyebrow, he smirked seeing you giggle. You knew the effect you had on him and you tease him every time.

your pink platform heels clicked against the floor as you moved away from jungkook, watching your every move as you leaned against his desk. “What’s stopping you?”

Jungkook gave you a ‘say less’ look before jogging towards the front door of his shop flipping his sign, not regretting his decisions for his clients that has been book for today.

Jungkook’s tattoo shop: closed

#jungkook x black reader #jungkook #black reader #black fem reader #black female oc #jungkook seven #seven jungkook #jungkook x black fem reader #fluff

[priswrites]

TCHALLA HEADCANON

ABOUT HIMSELF

HIM AS A BROTHER

HIM AS A BEST FRIEND

HIM AS A FRIEND W FEELINGS/BENEFITS

HIM AS A BOYFRIEND

HIM AS A HUSBAND

HIM AS A FATHER

18+ HEADCANONS

#black writers #black oc #black reader #black characters #black female characters #black female oc #tchalla #black panther #wakanda #tchalla x reader #tchalla x you #tchalla smut #tchalla x black!reader

[teejaywyatt1]

Chapters: 38/? Fandom: John Wick (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John Wick & Original Female Character(s) of Color, John Wick/You, John Wick/Reader Characters: John Wick, Winston (John Wick), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Viggo Tarasov, Santino D'Antonio, Bowery King (John Wick), The Adjudicator (John Wick), Marcus (John Wick), Ms. Perkins (John Wick), The High Table (John Wick), Continental Hotel Doctor (John Wick), Iosef Tarasov, Helen Wick, Aurelio (John Wick), Charon (John Wick), Zero (John Wick), Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont, Caine (John Wick), Katia, Ruska Roma - Character, Killa Harkan Additional Tags: Violence, Reader-Insert, Assassins & Hitmen, Murder, Sex, Smut, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, This is nasty NASTY, John doesn’t play about his girl Summary:

Your simple world is turned outside down when you become the object of affection for the World's Deadliest Assassin after crossing paths.

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you #skyline #black fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfics #smut #ao3 #black oc #black original character #black female oc

[hi-whore123]

Lately I’ve been feeling so burnt out I have a lot of ideas but I can’t finish them I know this is a regular thing but I can’t to feel like I’m a bad writer for not consistently writing and posting

This post was made to just vent really it really is hard to to balance school and writing

#billy butcher x reader #frenchie #hughie campbell x reader #kimiko miyashiro #marvin milk #the boys amazon #the boys x reader #billy butcher #homelander #hughie campbell #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #peacemaker #vigilante #vigilante x reader #mm the boys #black female oc #frenchie the boys #the boys series #black tumblr #the boys #soldier boy x reader #black reader #x black oc #x black fem reader #black female reader #black fem reader #x black reader #writers on tumblr #writeblr

[friedchickenluver]

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳〔 to wear a crown 〕 | zuko x black! fem! oc | AN: just wanted to make a self-indulgent ficlet for my oc . (😚)| lemme know if yall want more kyana!

summary: kyana drags zuko to the best braider shop in her village, all just to met a woman by the name of yenim; the sole braider who seems to know all about hair and how to be yourself.

warning(s): swearing, aave use, fluff? , not proofread

wc: 1.3k+

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watching the woman go to braid a client’s hair was fascinating in the least, she’s been at it for at least well over an hour and yenim never seemed to crack a complaint or try to hurry with her work. there were many individual square parts in her scalp to separate each and every long braided up piece of both her hair and some from a bundle of extensions. zuko could only observe quietly from one of the chairs that sat up against the wall as the two women chatted and laughed like they knew one another for years now.

the way her fingers articulated around each other to weave in another at least back-length braid struck him with curiosity. and so he continued to gaze as the other women worked her magic on hair.

zuko dragged his gaze around the interior of the hair salon, it smelled amazing for one, for two there were loads of faux hair hanging from small slots that were engraved into the surrounding area. a shelf that housed a plethora of hair products, sprays, shampoos, hair masks, anything you could really think of.

“Baby you alright? You ain’t hungry or anything?”

snapped out of his admiration for the sight around him, he turned towards the lady smiling sheepishly, “No ma’am, I already happened to eat out of the bar Kyana just so happened to drag me from.” a hand went to rub at the back of his neck, eliciting a breathy chuckle at his present shyness.

“Okay good, I’m just sayin’ it’s always good to ask for something you need. I’ll try to provide it to you to the best of my ability.” she smiled, looking back over to the lady's hair. “Anyways, why did Kyana bring you over to my shop? You must want me to do your hair too?” yenim joked.

“Ah, no, no, she just led me over here for some unknown reason. I wouldn’t know why.” he confessed before shrugging slightly. speak of the devil, kyana once again appeared from out the hallway leading to the main part of the shop. she sighed, going to lift and take off her mask.

“Hey ‘nim, you getting to know stranger over here?”

yenim giggled, “You’re always bringing these people in my shop with no interest in getting their hair done.” her eyes rolled playfully. kyana couldn’t help but to let a smile tug at the corners of her mouth, leaning on the doorframe to get a good look at him. zuko felt a bit embarrassed under her unwavering gaze, and also because of how unbelievably gorgeous she was under that white dragon mask.

“Well you know, I just so happened to pick him up while going to go beat Codi and Misako’s ass.” her face neutralized once more, never looking away from zuko’s direction. “What’s your name anyway?”

he hesitated for a moment, desperately thinking of an unrecognizable name. he still was in a village just on the outskirts of the fire nation, so he needed to keep a low profile.

“Li…”

a plus creativity zuko.

“Li…?” she repeated, seemingly unconvinced. her arms crossed, a thoughtful expression now renewed on her face. “nice to meet you then. I ain’t mean to scare you like that at Faye’s bar.” kyana remarked smugly, beginning to move back into the hallway.

“‘nim, you don’t mind keeping an eye on the boy while i go get some shea butter real quick?”

yenim, now on her final braid for the woman in her chair, extremely focused on the hair at hand, “I’ll watch him, you go ahead ky.”

with the flick of her own snow-colored locs, she left with a smirk playing on her face. her tongue swept over the plushness of her lips, hips swaying softly before disappearing out of zuko’s sight altogether.

he sighed, mellow and oddly content at where life happened to take him. it was quaint and calm in the earthy energy of the fairly large hair shop. the sounds of the windchimes outside gently clinking harmoniously, he hadn’t even realized yenim was already done with the client’s hair. he looked closely at how yenim took a pot of boiling water to dip her curled ends in, letting them sit for a few moments and taking the damp hair out of the pot. a wooden bowl that sat adjacent from the two women, she scooped her hand in to place a handful of foam on top of her scalp; massaging it throughout the expanse of the fresh hairstyle.

she practically squealed in awe at her new hair style, thanking her and handing over her proper payment for her hair. she took her leave excitedly, giving her a hug then going out the door of the shop, leaving yenim and zuko alone.

“so, have you ever been in a braider’s shop before?”

“no, my hair is always done at…uh…home so it’s not something that happens often.” he started.

“but for some reason your shop feels so much more homey than my own place. and it smells amazing here.” zuko couldn’t help but to smile at his last comment, and she returned the warmth back to him.

“yeah it does smell pretty good in here doesn’t it, I always think to pick the best assortment of products and incense to burn in here.”

he stood up and walked over to grab a nearby broom to help her clean up the floors, thinking it was only polite of him to do something while she’d worked so hard on someone’s hair for so long. “so how long have you been doing people’s hair for?”

she slumped back down into one of the seats against the wall before answering his question. “damn, maybe for around thirty years now.”

his eyebrows raised in genuine surprise at her response, sweeping up remains of tousled hair. she took note of his bewilderment, allowing a toothy smile to arise over her face once more. “Yep, although I haven’t had the shop open for that long, I just love everything to do with hair since I was young.”

“You put me to shame, I just now learned how to properly do my daughter’s hair without help from the caretakers.” the both of them broke out in a heartfelt laughter.

“Look, I was once in your position. It takes practice, and I’ll give you brownie points for wanting to learn how to do it yourself.” yenim crossed her legs, reaching for the nearby glass of water.

“Of course.” she handed him a newspaper to hold the stray pieces of hair now coupled together in a pile to properly dispose of it.

“So, how’d you and Kyana meet?”

he threw everything he cleaned up away, looking over at her to meet her knowing gaze. “Oh well, me and her accidentally bumped into each other while she was in a …predicament. I happened to be there and almost got a face full of fire.” He cringed at that last part, more to himself than letting her see his change of expression.

she hummed, taking another sip at her drink. “That girl is always hanging around those fools. I try to tell her they won’t lead her into anything but trouble.”

“Who is Misako and Codi anyway?” zuko moved over to sit next to her.

“Some thieves, I never pay any mind to it.” rolling her eyes, footsteps trailed their way back into the room both adults sat in. kyana once again appeared with two large bags in each hand, “I see you’re back already.”

“I only went down the road.” she heaved the bag onto the table nearby, smiling comfortably. “Li been on his best behavior?”

yenim looked over at him amusingly, and stared back over to her. “i say he was.” both women giggled as they watched a faint blush dust over zuko’s face.

“good” kyana smiled more genuinely at him, it meant a lot of more things than he could ever imagine as he smiled back. relaxing into the leather seats, the both of them stared at each other for a moment longer, kyana eventually broke the gaze going back to put up the new supply of shea butter.

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#atla zuko #fire lord zuko #adult zuko #fanfic #zuko x oc #black female oc #avatar the last airbender #ficlet #[𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫‗ ❍] #black writers #not proofread #✧*̥˚ [works] *̥˚✧

[spacebobastories]

With me

Decided to start writing little short stories and to get better at my writing. These very short stories will be about my siblings- the Belmont Siblings. Louis, Alvara and Charlotte who I very much love to death :) anyway. Hope you all enjoy.

🌕⭐️🌕⭐️🌕⭐️🌕⭐️🌕⭐️🌕

Woah,

it’s been a long way home.

And this road,

it’s full of obstacles.

It’s taken me a little while

To see

That you’ve been by my side this whole time.

You’ve been with me.

The night was cool, with a nice breeze coming through the open doors of the balcony. One could actually breathe and not feel suffocated like the night before which was hot and sticky. Alvara never really liked the heat, preferring it to be cold year around. The blonde let out a sigh that seemed to fill her whole body and she let it out slowly. Tonight was harder than other nights. She rarely had trouble sleeping…but the ache of her burns and the guilt she felt that night of the fire was keeping her awake.

The blonde reached up to lightly run her fingers along the left side of her face where she could feel the ugly scarring underneath her finger tips. Some days the scar didn’t bother her, she didn’t care what others thought of her. But a little seed of doubt in the back of her mind, one that she thought she pushed down, bottled up so that it wouldn’t grow again, was slowly growing. The woman let out another deep, heavy sigh escape her body and she moved her hand down to lay in her lap. She hated this feeling. The feeling of doubt of…of…pity for herself. She didn’t want to feel that. She was supposed to feel confident and unconcerned about *those* feelings.

But, she was only human after all. Well…by technicality not really, but she still felt those feelings. Even though she tried so hard to bottle them up. The tall woman shifted on the bed, her ear turning a little at the sound behind her. The soft snoring and huffs of someone deep in sleep. She almost forgot her siblings were here as well. Alvara turned around to lay down, facing Louis and Charlotte who were a mess of tangled limbs and hair.

Oooo

Oooo

Where do we go from here?

Please show me something, it’s not very clear.

It’s taken a me a while

To see

That you’ve been here the whole time with me

You’ve been with me

The Belmont siblings. The Big Three some people say. The siblings were never seen without the other. Always around each other. Alvara loved her siblings to death and almost forgot how they were there when the accident happened. How they were there for her even when she pushed them away. Lashed out at them. It was like they could feel the pain she had been experiencing. Had been going through…still going through. Alvara smiled as Louis snored softly, pulling Charlotte closer to him, almost curling into her side like a child. Which…well, out of the three of them, he was the youngest. Charlotte was a like a mother to him, to her in a way as well.

If she didn’t have them…well, she wouldn’t be here right now. They were her rock. Her sanctuary. “Alvara? Is everything okay?” Charlotte‘s soft voice filled with sleep cut through the silence and it snapped Alvara out of her thoughts. Her dual colored eyes locked onto Charlotte’s deep green ones that reminded her of the forest. Alvara looked at her older sister for a few seconds before giving her a tired smile. “Yeah, everything’s alright. Go back to sleep.” The eldest sibling lifted her arm for Alvara and the blonde chuckled as she slipped underneath the covers and snuggled up against her sister.

The woman had a motherly aura to her that calmed Alvara down. And as she laid her head on Charlotte’s chest, the older woman rubbed her hand up and down Alvara’s back, she felt at ease. Alvara let out another deep sigh, this time filled with happiness and tiredness. She felt her body relaxing and eventually drifted off into a deep sleep.

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You've been with me

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You've been with me

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You've been with me

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You've been with me

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