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As I currently read @metamorphosisff it really makes me want to dust myself off and start writing fanfic again, from the first chapter I’m already hooked!

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OFBLCKWRITERS — a network for black writers, black readers, & black people. 

with the increase of many black writers in the fanfiction writing community, this network is dedicated to promote and spread content about black readers (and written by black people). this network will include the promotion of different fan fiction from anime/mangas, marvel, dc, video games, and other things. with just tagging your work under the #ofblckwriters tag and tagging this account in your work, your work will automatically reblogged to be promoted on this blog. 

reblogs would be greatly appreciated

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Broderick Hunter and Khadija Shari in They Come. They Go. (2019)

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So, I haven’t been on here in awhile. I was really inspired then it crumbled. But, I’m back. So consider this a comeback. 😂

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Mindless Behavior- Keep Her On The Low *full song* (Studio Version)

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One thing I love about being a writer is being able to go back through a piece of text and remember everything associated with it. 

Here, the scene you wrote at 3am, barely holding your head up, but fingers frantic to slam words on the keyboard.

There, a cheesy paragraph inspired by your own feelings of joy and wonder at the world. Something so sweet that you had to wiggle in your seat at the very thought.

Over here, the bit you were working on forever, because you couldn’t get the words right. You wanted to escape, but still forged on through the mess until you reached the end.

A story might be a story in itself, but it also contains ghostly records of all the actions and emotions around it, things the reader will never see, but the writer will never forget.

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Rain

Gif credit: @objs13

My favorite trope is best friends to lovers, so I knew I had to attempt to do one. I might turn this into a series possibly. Odell ft. oc 

It was his slight southern drawl dragged that dragged her in every time he spoke it reminded her of her favorite song. The history the two of them had was second to none, the inside jokes, their secret handshakes. It was an once in a lifetime experience.

She knew many people didn’t have that bond with, to put simply he was her person, but the truth of the matter was, she’d never admit that, because she knew the possibility of that ruining what they had and she wasn’t going to open that can of worms unnecessarily.

As she sat in the library studying for yet another exam, the rain began to pick up the pace, as she watched the raindrops fill up the window pane she felt her phone vibrate snapping her out of her deepest thoughts.

Odell 🧸 ❤️:

You still studying? I got you food.

As her fingers hover over the keyboard before pressing reply the three ellipses pop up on her screen and another text message comes through.

Hurry back. 😞

...

Autumn found herself cutting her study session short and soon enough she was in Odell’s apartment, this was practically her home away from home so this wasn’t anything new.

The apartment smelled like her favorite food, she was simply ready to enjoy and dive in, Odell came of his bedroom, his hands in pockets.

“I could have gotten you.”

The light from the kitchen made it seem as if he were glowing, he reminded her of what people assumed angels looked like.

“I know you could have, but it’s okay.” She waved him off, as she went to wash her hands.

“The food should still be warm.”

She served herself as he handed her a water bottle, the two of them sat on his couch, the only noises between the two of them were the sounds of her spoon scraping the plate and the raindrops from outside.

He looked at her for a moment before breaking the silence -

“I like your hair like this.” His hand motioned to the top of her head her natural tightly coiled 4c hair was up in a simple high puff style, that she didn’t even bother laying the edges for.

She smiled, “Thank you.”  She had butterflies in her stomach or, it could possibly be the orange chicken she had ate, but in the moment nothing mattered.

She rested her head on his shoulder when he decided to turn on the TV, Living Single came across the screen and she was glued to the screen as he rested his arms around her.

They sat in the noise of the show for a moment, but then he looked at her again.

“I want to tell you something.” 

She swallowed a bit, her mind raced a bit..

“What’s up?”

“I like you Autumn..”

There it was, the words she waited for awhile to hear, but now she didn’t know what to say now...

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ODELL BECKHAM JR. INTERVIEW FOR THE CLEVELAND BROWNS.

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The coffee shop

Kofi Siriboe ft. black oc. Inspired by an dream I had. Kept it brief for now, but eventually I plan on writing more.

Her skin was mocha like the coffee was drinking. 

He saw her every morning, she was in a rush grabbing the same order every time, a vanilla chai with oat milk, it always piqued his interest day in and day out, he wanted to say something but by the time he developed the courage to say something she was gone.

But this morning, he was going to say something to her, when he spotted her today she was wearing ash colored trousers and a white button up shirt and a pair of red heels, her locs were pulled into a updo with two draping down her face.

Once he finally mustered the courage to say what he had rehearsed in his head ample times now was the time to go for the kill, after she placed her order he stepped closer to her, her perfume dancing in his nose, despite it being a full coffee shop, it felt like they were the only two in the room.

He took a breath to gather his thoughts, as he wiped his hands on his pant legs, as he was going to get her name, the barista called it for him. A name fit for an queen, and that indeed what she was.

“Zipporah.” 

After she took her drink the pair caught glances of each other before he retrieved his own drink.

He was lucky to have some idle time before work, he went to finally put his fears and leave them tucked in his pocket.

“Zipporah wait.” He caught her before the wind could.

“I’m Kofi, can I take you out?”

As he waited her response he felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, but he was finally glad to do what he was itching to do forever ago.

Her big brown eyes made him smile a bit, he watched as her lips perked into a smile.

The sounds of her voice upbeat and melodic he was happy to hear her answer the question. 

“I’d like that.”

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Hi y’all! I’m Evonne, or Eve. Either one is fine, I answer to both.

I’ve been writing since I was in the third grade on and off, but I discovered fan fiction in middle school shout out to wattpad and mindless behavior for birthing this fan girl. I never completed an fanfic due to comparison, but I now no longer have the fear crippling me anymore.

I’m twenty five years old - somewhere between young and old in my mind.

I am a Black woman first and foremost so my original characters will represent that as well. If you feel some type of way about that I’m not sorry.

Shout out to the Black women fan fiction writers before me ya’ll have definitely given me the ability to express myself unapologetically.

I am a huge fluffy writer, I can write smut, but it’s not my personal favorite. So most of my writings will be very PG at most. I’ve definitely been exploring realism a lot in my writing rather than just have it there.

With that being said, I’m a huge mood board type person, I live for finding aesthetics and things on Pinterest.

Lastly, I plan on writing for Kofi Siriboe and Odell Beckham jr, I might add more, but those are the two I feel like I’m going to write the most on.

If you do have any requests, my ask box is always open.

Consider this a safe space for Black women till infinity.

Thank you for taking time to check out my page!

- Evonne. 💛