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It’s not Her, its You | Steve Rogers x black reader

Hey guys, how’s your week been so far? If yours has been as stressful as mine was, here’s a nice imagine to read about ya boy Steve Roger’s (aka America’s Ass 😇😆) it’s not proofread but enjoy!

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Summary: Sharon has been hanging around Steve all week, and its getting on your LAST NERVE! Will Steve reciprocate your feelings, or succumb to her advances?

Warnings: not proofread, rasicm, racist slurs, a wild Sharon Carter

“Steve, how much can you dead lift?”

“Did you see the spin I did in training earlier?”

“HaHAhaA, you’re SO FUNNY Steve!”

Omg, does this girl ever quit?! From her annoyingly high pitched voice to her stringy hair, Sharon Carter was one desperate woman.

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Things for POC to remember:

You’re not ugly, you just grew up surrounded by beauty standards created by white European people.

Your ethnic nose is beautiful.

Don’t let them invalidate your struggles.

Your life matters and always will.

Do not degrade and belittle yourself for white entertainment. Do not humor them. They’ll start thinking it’s okay for them to do it to you. You are not their laughingstock.

Be proud of who you are. Don’t let anyone make you feel embarrassed of where you come from.

#black reader #tall reader #black girls #tall woman #black tumblr #poc!reader #latina #mexican #indian girls #african girls #asian girls #dark skin #dark skinned #black women #black is powerful

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Do you trust me? - Jegulus oneshot

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Regulus was just on the cusp of sleep, when an urgent tap, tap tapping noise from his bedroom window awoke him.

Shooting up in his bed, wide awake he drew up his bed curtains, a million - terrible- scenarios conjured up already in his brilliant mind.

What if it’s just an owl? He wondered. Or an intruder? No they had ancestral wards against that. Or maybe even-

Maybe one reckless Gryffindor by the name of James Potter perchance?

Wait-

“James?!” Regulus could hardly believe his eyes. He wondered if he was actually dreaming or imagining things.

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#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #grimmauld place #sirius black #oneshot #rescue #harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders #marauders era one shot #marauders era fic #broomstick #voldemort #dark mark #regulus black lives #alternative ending #alternative world #potterhead

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celestedreamsthat · 3 years

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My Masterlist~

Welcome to my new Master list of Dreams~ As there are not enough fandoms that portray women of colour, here is a (currently in construction) house of poc!reader fanfics!

All my posts can be found here, every fandom and every pairing, whatever your hearts desire.

Check out my Wattpad for more bwwm stories~

I also take requests!

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Do you trust me? - Jegulus oneshot

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Regulus was just on the cusp of sleep, when an urgent tap, tap tapping noise from his bedroom window awoke him.

Shooting up in his bed, wide awake he drew up his bed curtains, a million - terrible- scenarios conjured up already in his brilliant mind.

What if it's just an owl? He wondered. Or an intruder? No they had ancestral wards against that. Or maybe even-

Maybe one reckless Gryffindor by the name of James Potter perchance?

Wait-

"James?!" Regulus could hardly believe his eyes. He wondered if he was actually dreaming or imagining things.

Rubbing his eyes in an uncharacteristic manner by which was not typically expected of a Black hair, he confirmed his (now ex) boyfriend's untimely appearance.

"Reg, my love; how are you this evening?" Began James, flashing his signature haughty smirk that made Regulus feel things he didn't want to admit.

"What? I- Huh?" Regulus began, his brain still computing the fact that James Potter was entering his room with his parents just down the hall, smiling as if it were merely a friendly lunch visit.

"Pack your things, you're coming with me" James claimed, conjuring a bag out of nowhere and starting to pack the books off of Regulus' book shelf.

Quickly gathering his bearings, Regulus flung himself at James, trying to tug him towards the window.

"James what are you doing?! If my parents catch you in here, they'll kill both you and me!"

He began hyperventilating, imagining bad scenario, after bad scenario after bad-

Suddenly James' spectacle-covered eyes came into view. "Breathe, c'mon deep...breaths. Yes that's good" He continued, gently wrapping his arms around Regulus and leading him towards his bed to sit.

He left him there, whilst hurrying to pack Reg's essentials. Whilst Regulus...he could only watch in amazement.

"Right robes...books.." James muttered, stuffing Reg's things into what was obviously an extension-charmed bag.

"Right, let's go" James slung the bag over his shoulder, preparing to leave.

"I can't " came the timid reply. "I can't leave" Regulus cowered into the corner of his bedroom.

When he heard no response, he looked up from his hunched over, crouched position.

What he saw made his heart clench.

James, posed by the window like a Muggle fairy-tale prince ready to sweep him off to his own happily ever after.

Swinging back down from the ledge, James walked over to Regulus, crouching to his level.

"What's bothering you, baby? Please talk to me-"

"I can't go James! I just can't! " Reg began, shaking with silent tears pouring out of his silver eyes. "I'm not...as brave as you and Sirius are" he finished off.

"Do you really think that?" James began. "I'm not always as brave as you think. Moving to sit next to Reg, and wrapping a burly arm around his shoulders he continued.

"I didn't think Sirius would talk to me at the beginning you know" James began. " I honestly thought he would hate my presence as I was a blood-traitor or something. Turns out, he hated all that and we became the best of mates."

Turing to Regulus, he tipped his chin up to gaze into misty eyes of silver -

"And tonight? I thought you'd take one look at me and banish me with a stinging hex, or reveal I was here to your parents. But did you?"

"No I- I guess I didn't" Reg whispered in awe.

"Being brave doesn't equal being fearless. It's doing what you believe is best despite what. And I'll be damned if I let you get that stupid mark whilst I'm alive and kicking".

James abruptly stood. "Now it's time for you to make your decision Reg. Its never too late".

Regulus thought seriously about this for a second. Should he go with James, he could become outlasted in his house at Hogwarts, in the pureblood community.. that's it really.

But if he also went with James...they could freely be together. No more hiding to find stolen moments together, unlimited kisses.

Maybe, they could get married in that place they once talked about, with more flowers than fish in the sea!

"Do you trust me?" James prodded, reaching out his hand in hope.

Regulus wanted his his happily ever after too.

"Yes James." Reg smiled, taking James' outstretched hand and being pulled up into his solid, warm embrace.

A/N: So guys, here's something new! I found this rare pair called Jegulus a while back and thought "huh, that's odd but seems it could work" and I've fallen down the rabbit hole into Jegulus fics. There aren't loads out there but there are some! Rec some if you find any please! Over and out-

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #grimmauld place #sirius black #broomstick #oneshot #rescue #harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders #marauders era one shot #marauders era fic #voldemort

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celestedreamsthat · 3 years

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Avengers Preferences - Inches

How would they react to you being tall/taller than them:

Steve Rogers

Steve wouldn't really be bothered by it. He's used to being the little guy and looking up at fellas and ladies. But, being the little guy has helped him to assert himself mentally, to not take bull on peoples opinions on him.

Plus, he knows how to look past all the glamour and bling on the outside and look within. That doesn't mean he ignores your melanin goodness, or your statuesque height, he just doesn't gawk at it. Instead, he admires that you make lesser men afraid, intimidated. He finds your added inches over him sexy, but the expressions you make even cuter.

Bucky Barnes

Bucky would LOVE your height, considering himself a lucky man that such a melain beauty would want him. He would be bothered that your taller frame meant you were not as easy to potentially protect in times of danger. However, he would vow to just try very hard to keep his lovely, dark queen aw safe from harm as possible.

Sam Wilson

Sam, homeboy would LOVE your height.

His mindset? Well, "it's all the same when doing the horizontal tango 😏" and girl if the octaves he dropped saying that didn't make you feel a little sumthin- something! He would also love how you'd put the jellof container on the highest shelf, so the others would have to literally climb the counter to get to it, whilst shedding every sense of dignity they possessed. He had you to get it for him though, meaning more for you guys!

A/N: guys lemme know what you thought on this! If you'd like a part 2, or what you think they would've said lol.

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1940s Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader HC

Summary: An insight on you and Bucky Barnes' interracial, 'Forbidden Love' in the 1940s.

Being with Bucky would include:

▪︎ Your budding relationship going from one of 'why is this white boy following me, like boy, what do you want- '

▪︎Later becoming, 'he's kinda cute tho...but just like mama said, don't trust no whitie for NUTHIN'

▪︎ To, ' he asked me out?! Oh well, family business has been slow recently, might as well go enjoy myself'

▪︎ And finally, 'Y/N, will you be my girl?' he asks, eyes a swirl of confidence , poorly- concealed longing and, most importantly, respect (and desire of course 😏)

▪︎ ' of course' you respond, 'only if you'll be my fella'

▪︎ To which he promptly bent down, grab your waist and lift you up, spinning you into an embrace filled with the giggles of young lovers.

▪︎ Of course, you weren't stupid.

▪︎ Folks, both of ya'll's folks even, wouldn't understand. You could potentially lose your life if you succumbed to this forbidden love.

▪︎ Bucky had only told Steve (with great protest and reluctance on your side) and even then that felt like too many people knew.

▪︎ However, as Steve accompanied you both on underground dates to black and white dance clubs in Harlem, he slowly earned your trust.

▪︎ Bucky would always chase away your fears, claiming he'd fight the whole world for you to be safe.

▪︎ And you believed him, you really did.

▪︎ But, what if one day, he wasn't there?

▪︎ What if club members rat you guys out?

▪︎ Marline's hoe-ass self always up in your business, trying to steal your fellas (and sometimes proving successful), would probably say something.

▪︎ That good for nothing-

▪︎ ' Baby I can hear your thoughts from all the way down the hall' Bucky said, as he slinked down the hall of your Brooklyn apartment, joining you in the lounge.

▪︎ 'And you'll hear my snores from across town at your place, if you continue to sass me'

▪︎ But Bucky was only half listening. To entranced by the way your head moved when you talked, straightened curls bouncing along with your movements.

▪︎ 'I love you, doll' he interrupted, sweeping you backwards into a passionate kiss.

▪︎ ' And I love you, Buck' you replied.

▪︎ Screw the racists, you thought as Bucky carried you off down the hall to your bedroom.

▪︎ With love, you could do anything. He tried to convince you before.

▪︎ And now, you believe it.

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Plus sized Reader x Tony Stark

Here’s my first attempt at a Black, plus sized woman central fic. Not only have I noticed a lack of fics for my melanin sistas, but also plus sized fics in general. I want my blog to feel more inclusive so I attempted different style. Hope you enjoy! 😘

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-BGD-

Entering the elevator, the door closed behind you, bathing you in the artificial amber yellow of the small space.

Staring at your dark brown complexion through the twin mirrors, you turned this way and that, adoring how curvaceous yet professional the navy and white suit looked on your form.

You’re excited is a huge understatement to how you were currently feeling.

Overwhelmed? Yes. Nervous? Definitely. Felt like you might pee yourself at that very moment? Maybe.

But you have to hold it in, cuz girl, peeing on the first day on the job was a big no no. Cuz ew, gross!

Especially since you had gotten a job, but not just any job. A job at THE Stark Industries, working directly under THE Mr. Tony ’ drop-dead-gorgeous’ Stark!

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celestedreamsthat · 3 years

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Hi girl! Just finished reading your angsty Steve cheating imagine. I love, love loved it! Now feeling like a Thor x tall!reader imagine please? Maybe... you're insecure about your height (like 6ft tall or smth) and Thor says ur nice, beauts etc? Tank yuuu! 😆😘 -BGD

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Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: Thank you so much sweetie, and I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 614

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Growing up, you were always taller than all the men that you loved. In a sense, some of those men didn’t mind, but some of them got sick of listening to the height difference. It wasn’t long until those men started claiming that it was embarrassing that they were shorter than you. You had that problem growing up with a lot of your friends.

Many of them would leave you because they didn’t like how you were taller than all of them. It wasn’t until you met Thor Odinson, and thanks to him, he was able to make you feel loved. The kind that was genuine, and that was the type of love you were glad to experience with the God of Thunder.

“I’m sure that she’ll be here soon,” Thor stated, placing his hands on his hips. He squinted from the brightness of the sun as he scanned the area. “She’s always the late one when it comes these things.”

“Thor, we’ve been waiting on [Y/N] for ten minutes,” Steve said, tucking the volleyball underneath his arm. “As much as we all want to meet her, we want to play before the sun goes down.”

Thor acted as if he didn’t hear a word that Steve said. Thor’s eyes continued to search for your around the beach. His friends haven’t met you yet, and he was excited for you to meet them. He would always brag that you and him were enough to destroy anybody.

Steve obviously took that personally, and got together some of his buddies to see if Thor meant what he said. The only problem, you were late, ten minutes late to be exact. It was mainly your fault because you were debating whether to show up or not. You’ve become insecure about your height lately, and you really liked Thor.

You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of his friends, but mainly, you didn’t want his friends to judge you. You finally convinced yourself that you were going. Even though you were fifteen minutes late, Thor finally saw your figure running down the sandy hill toward him. Thor smiled widely.

“She’s here.”

Steve rotated his head to the side, his eyes widening at the sight of you. Steve remained quiet as you showed up to the scene. The men stared up at you as you stood beside Thor. Steve always thought Thor was tall, but with you standing beside him, it looked bizarre.

“Damn, you’re tall [Y/N]!” Peter blurted, winning him a smack to the back of his head from Steve. “What? I’m pretty sure that was what we all thought when we saw her.”

“Her height is sexy,” Thor said, smirking up at you. You began to blush from his sweet words. “And if you ever make fun of [Y/N], you’re going to wind up being burnt to a crisp.”

You giggled in response. Thor then went on to start the game. It was you and Thor against Steve, Peter, Tony and Scott. In the end, you and Thor had won. It messed with Steve, but Thor got the last laugh. The thing was, the other team was constantly complaining about your height being an advantage, but Thor would always make a funny joke about it.

You used to be insecure about being extremely tall, but because of Thor and his witty responses, you realized that you were being too hard on yourself. After that game of volleyball with Thor and his friends, it showed you that you weren’t constantly getting judged. You were only beating yourself up. You were glad that Thor was there to show you that you were more than just a tall girl.

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It’s not Her, its You | Steve Rogers x black reader

Hey guys, how’s your week been so far? If yours has been as stressful as mine was, here’s a nice imagine to read about ya boy Steve Roger’s (aka America’s Ass 😇😆) it’s not proofread but enjoy!

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Summary: Sharon has been hanging around Steve all week, and its getting on your LAST NERVE! Will Steve reciprocate your feelings, or succumb to her advances?

Warnings: not proofread, rasicm, racist slurs, a wild Sharon Carter

“Steve, how much can you dead lift?”

“Did you see the spin I did in training earlier?”

“HaHAhaA, you’re SO FUNNY Steve!”

Omg, does this girl ever quit?! From her annoyingly high pitched voice to her stringy hair, Sharon Carter was one desperate woman.

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Valentine

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A Thor x black reader imagine, because there ain’t enough out there. Y/N tries to confess to her Valentine, using cookies!

February 14th.

The date that was circled repeatedly on your ‘Black Girl Magic’- themed calendar for the year. A year that, if today’s plans went swimmingly, would become the best year ever for you so far in your life.

Why? Because this Valentines, you planned to confess (indirectly!) to your future husband- I mean crush, Thor Odinson. Aka Thunder god, aka: your man (you hoped).

Flicking your weave out of your satin bonnet, and thanking God for the power he gave for your weave underneath to be co-operating with you that morning, you made your way across and down the hallway of the tower, to the kitchen.

“Hey Y/N” came a somewhat grumbled call from their slumped form on the counter.

Similarly, nursing a cup of coffee as he sat next to the glistening super soldier Steve and his heavily sweating companion, Sam- who looked on the verge of collapse had the counter not held him up. His call was followed by an enthusiastic

“Morning Y/N. How’d you sleep?” Steve asked, polite as always.

“Morning guys, I actually slept really great! Seems like I can’t say the same for Sammy- boy over here” you joked, coming around the counter to the fridge. As you took out ingredients to initiate plan: Get Thor to Love Me starring Delicious Cookies TM. You once again gave a silent prayer to the heavens for Thor being out the tower in the meantime, giving you a chance to bake with little interruptions.

Or so you hoped.

“And what are you up to today, (Y/N/N)? You seem exited bright and early on a Saturday morning” queried one Tony Stark, more wide-eyed and awake after consuming his once steaming cup of coffee.

“Is a certain lady doing a little something something for a certain un-earthly fella?” Steve chimed in, perhaps a little exited from his run with a currently slowly, but surely- recuperating Sam.

“You know, I liked it better when you were more reserved and shyer” you began in jest. “What happened to gentleman America?” You began starting on the baking, not wanting to waste time on executing your plan.

“Anyways, I have some baking to do. Who it may involve is of no concern to you Neanderthals” you sassed, tuning out what was the start of potential bickering that would delay you further from baking cookies for a certain Asgardian.

After a while, you took the cookies out of the over.

Perfect.

They’d risen perfectly and had the most perfect shade of golden brown imaginable. They looked well and truly ready to eat! This filled you with glee at the prospect of handing Thor the cookies.

“Good afternoon Y/N!” came a loud, booming voice from behind you. Your favourite sound in the entire world (after hearing haters being mad of course) broke through your trance of finishing up last minute touches, as you spun around, flashing your pearly whites (girl, I got-chu) at the handsome man in front of you.

Suddenly, an abrupt feeling of shyness came over you and you cradled the bundle of cookies you placed in a satin bag, behind your fingers. A sudden heat, just as swiftly took over your body, leaving you s-stuttering unnaturally.

All at once, your insecurities came to the forefront of your mind-

What if he hates the cookies? What if he doesn’t like how were practically the same height? Does he even like tall girls, or black girls at that? Or what if your breath stinks-

Warm hands framed your cheeks, bringing you back to the present. Glancing up from your gaze on the floor had you make intense eye contact with those baby blues you love so much.

“Lady Y/N, is all well with you?” He asked, his lingo never failing to make you swoon internally, paired with his deep voice you know and love.

‘Yes Thor’ you began, throwing caution and insecurities to the wind (cuz girl, bye) and revealing the present behind your pastel- blue jumper clad back. ‘Will you be my Valentine?’

A-a-and que your derpy grin. Which was fine, as it matched his equally derpy – and cute- grin.

Continuing after the brief silence, you explained ‘on Earth, that means- ‘‘I am well aware what that means, my Lady. And, what is the response? Oh yes. Of course, I will; if you’ll accept me?’

A flash of insecurity behind cerulean blue eyes had your shoulders relaxing, as you pulled Thor across in a small peck, followed by a small series of pecks. ‘Of course. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that’ you confessed.

“Me too” he replied, before promptly pecking your lips, eye lids, your beautiful melanin skin, the works.

After all, you had the rest of the year and beyond, so why rush?

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My first tumblr imagine! Did this instead of sleeping. I’d like to think I did well (don’t come for me aha) Also this isn’t pre read. You have been warned. Until the next time~

-BGD

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Plus sized Reader x Tony Stark

Here's my first attempt at a Black, plus sized woman central fic. Not only have I noticed a lack of fics for my melanin sistas, but also plus sized fics in general. I want my blog to feel more inclusive so I attempted different style. Hope you enjoy! 😘

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-BGD-

Entering the elevator, the door closed behind you, bathing you in the artificial amber yellow of the small space.

Staring at your dark brown complexion through the twin mirrors, you turned this way and that, adoring how curvaceous yet professional the navy and white suit looked on your form.

You're excited is a huge understatement to how you were currently feeling.

Overwhelmed? Yes. Nervous? Definitely. Felt like you might pee yourself at that very moment? Maybe.

But you have to hold it in, cuz girl, peeing on the first day on the job was a big no no. Cuz ew, gross!

Especially since you had gotten a job, but not just any job. A job at THE Stark Industries, working directly under THE Mr. Tony ' drop-dead-gorgeous' Stark!

This is so insane! You couldn't believe your luck, when in came out that his ex flame a.k.a Secretart- I mean, Secretary Pepper Potts has been cheating on him with another company rival. The guy from Stuart Corps (A/N made up!) or something.

All you knew, was that you were gonna get that job, whether or killed you or not (cuz girl, with the way rent was rising, faster than an offering basket being passed around church, you NEEDED the money- before rent got chu first ).

But you were brought out of your little day dream , by the little 'ding' of the private elevator.

' Ok my nigga, you got this. You got this! YOU'VE GOT THI-' your mantra rang inside your head, coming to a stop when you crashed into the wall.

"Dang it! Watch where you're-!" Called Tony Sta- wait, Tony STARK?! a.k.a your BOSS?!?!

You stood frozen, still leaning against the wall, like an idiot. Quickly becoming aware of your surroundings (and your likely ridiculous gaping fish expression) you stood up and frantically apologised.

"I'm so, SO sorry Mr Stark! It was my fault. I wasn't looking a-and I " but before you could continue, he grabbed your trembling hands.

Urging you to look up, you gazed into his deep, dark chocolate brown orbs. It felt like you were having a moment- like the ones from the really good white people movies. Only the good ones though.

"NEVER apologise, beautiful. Instead, I should be the one to apologise. I could've damaged some precious goods" he finished with a salacious wink that DEFINITELY didn't stir up something inside of you.

"And what is your name, milady?" He continued, pulling a started giggle from inside you at his shameless attempts at flirting. To which , he answered with a grin of his own.

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you boss. And quite the first meeting, eh?" You tried, hoping to not ruin the nice atmosphere established.

"So you're my new Secretary" he mumbled to himself, more of a statement rather than a question.

For a moment, you swore you saw a flash of something unrecognisable appear in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

Linking arms with you, he has begun to drag you towards your new office, which was adjacent to his own.

"Come, young Y/N" he began, leaving a gap between you both that was respectable, but at the same time, not far enough so you could still easily be almost... intimately close with him.

'We have...much, to discuss" he finished, leading you to your office.

Although this was your first day, you sure could get used to things around here pretty quickly.

And with the sexy, sly look thrown over his shoulder, barely concealing desire in his dark brown irises, aimed at you- you could scream your panties right there and then.

Yep, things were looking up, indeed.

-BGD-

And that my loves, was my first attempt at writing (specifically) for my plus sized beauts! Hope it was a good first attempt, I tried to incorporate elements to fit who I was writing for, but still ambiguous enough so others can also enjoy the experience. Until next time, and stay safe! 😘

-BGD-

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Hey guys! This was my first attempt at a head cannon, what did you think? I’m hoping to do some more in the future, lemme know if you have specific characters in mind!

Steve Roger's x tall!reader hc.

Being tall like Steve would include:

▪︎He'd go on and on, trying to make you laugh.

▪︎Him showering you with many, many, MANY compliments. 'Your legs are the Fab in Fabulous. The 'G' in Great!'

▪︎Seeing your beautiful melanin skin stretched out in a wide smile would stir feelings of pride, at making you laugh, inside him.

▪︎ The others need your help reaching the top shelf (*cough* tony *cough*)? No problem. As long as he was there to view the goods from behind (yaas hunny🥰)

▪︎Steve absolutely LOVES being able to simply lean across for gentle pecks (or two, or three) from time to time.

▪︎Sometimes, those pecks leading to something more (you know whaat I'm sayinn)

▪︎ I mean, how could he resist such a fine looking tall drink of water. Boy's tHiRstY out here!

▪︎Especially when going out.

▪︎Whether it be on dates, Tony's high profile parties, wherever, he wouldn't hesitate to rest his eyes on your figure.

▪︎He couldn't help that his love was so pleasing to the eye.

▪︎But sometimes, other guys would try and help themselves a little. too. much (mmhmm)

▪︎If they tried it (which those short ass fools often did), Steve would not be cool with it.

▪︎Coming over, he'd wind his arm around your waist, flexing his arm and prostrating like a predator threatened.

▪︎On pain of death (a death which would be quickly forgotten if the nations hero had anything to say about it), the fools would leave.

▪︎Tails tucked between their legs and all.

▪︎And on the rare occasion you'd feel less feminine because of idiot, mysoginistic,short and insecure bast- I mean, 'men' , Steve would be right there.

▪︎Kissing away the tears and pecking your cheeks to comfort you, reassuring you of your femininity.

▪︎Sometimes its hard, to love your body. But with Steve there, right in your corner, you find that it gets easier.

▪︎After all, you have the stature of a damn QUEEN. Own it girl 😘

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Is it just me, or...

When I imagine myself in some of these scenarios, half the time the reader is 'sobbing heavily' in response to something, whereas if I was there , I'd literally throw hands. Just a passing thought 🥴

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Is it just me, or...

When I imagine myself in some of these scenarios, half the time the reader is 'sobbing heavily' in response to something, whereas if I was there , I'd literally throw hands. Just a passing thought 🥴

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1940s Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader HC

Summary: An insight on you and Bucky Barnes' interracial, 'Forbidden Love' in the 1940s.

Being with Bucky would include:

▪︎ Your budding relationship going from one of 'why is this white boy following me, like boy, what do you want- '

▪︎Later becoming, 'he's kinda cute tho...but just like mama said, don't trust no whitie for NUTHIN'

▪︎ To, ' he asked me out?! Oh well, family business has been slow recently, might as well go enjoy myself'

▪︎ And finally, 'Y/N, will you be my girl?' he asks, eyes a swirl of confidence , poorly- concealed longing and, most importantly, respect (and desire of course 😏)

▪︎ ' of course' you respond, 'only if you'll be my fella'

▪︎ To which he promptly bent down, grab your waist and lift you up, spinning you into an embrace filled with the giggles of young lovers.

▪︎ Of course, you weren't stupid.

▪︎ Folks, both of ya'll's folks even, wouldn't understand. You could potentially lose your life if you succumbed to this forbidden love.

▪︎ Bucky had only told Steve (with great protest and reluctance on your side) and even then that felt like too many people knew.

▪︎ However, as Steve accompanied you both on underground dates to black and white dance clubs in Harlem, he slowly earned your trust.

▪︎ Bucky would always chase away your fears, claiming he'd fight the whole world for you to be safe.

▪︎ And you believed him, you really did.

▪︎ But, what if one day, he wasn't there?

▪︎ What if club members rat you guys out?

▪︎ Marline's hoe-ass self always up in your business, trying to steal your fellas (and sometimes proving successful), would probably say something.

▪︎ That good for nothing-

▪︎ ' Baby I can hear your thoughts from all the way down the hall' Bucky said, as he slinked down the hall of your Brooklyn apartment, joining you in the lounge.

▪︎ 'And you'll hear my snores from across town at your place, if you continue to sass me'

▪︎ But Bucky was only half listening. To entranced by the way your head moved when you talked, straightened curls bouncing along with your movements.

▪︎ 'I love you, doll' he interrupted, sweeping you backwards into a passionate kiss.

▪︎ ' And I love you, Buck' you replied.

▪︎ Screw the racists, you thought as Bucky carried you off down the hall to your bedroom.

▪︎ With love, you could do anything. He tried to convince you before.

▪︎ And now, you believe it.

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celestedreamsthat · 4 years

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My Masterlist~

Welcome to my new Masterlist~

All my posts can be found here...as soon as I remember to update lol.

I also take requests!

Here be my Marvel Imagines! [so far]

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

-Tall Reader Head cannon

-It’s not Her, It’s You

Thor Odinson (Asgardian)

- Valentine

Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier)

-1940s Black reader H.C

Tony Stark (IronMan)

Loki Laufeyson (Asgardian)

- New Heights [Head Cannon]

Peter Parker (Spiderman)

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

Jacob Black

Jasper Whitlock

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

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