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[tiathecreator]

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[loomiseater]

🎀Smallville!Clark Kent x blk!fem!reader!🎀

Clark loves to help take down your hair! He finds your hair texture magical.

Clark loves how your melanin glows in the sun, he’s always so quick to take a picture of you in it!

He also loves your cooking. He especially chows down if you’re making soul food, it’s become his favorite meal now.

Kicks anybody’s ass if they have a problem with him dating a Black girl.

Clark’s parents were very supportive of y’all’s relationship but also warned you both of backlash you may receive for being an interracial couple in Smallville.

Clark loves that you always smell like cocoa butter and vanilla!!

Clark is always very interested when you teach him more about your culture.

Clark loves to brag about you to any and everyone about how amazing of a girlfriend you are🥹.

A/N: I’m most definitely gonna start making more blk!fem!reader! X Clark Kent!! I made this in literally 5 mins lol.

Lmk if there’s anymore hc you’d like to see!🥰

[913443i]

i need tall reader fics w my fictional faves💔 TALL ATHLETE READER W MY FICTIONAL FAVES (PREFERABLY blk reader) and not no damn average height I mean 5’10 and above! I am 6ft i need more tall readers PLS AND THANK YOU.

[stcrmade-illusions]

uhhh…is love and deepspace bringing me out of my inactive era / writers block?? This is probably ooc since I just started playing the game and I haven’t written anything in a while soooo…yeah. Just bare with me :)

boyfriend!sylus x blk fem!reader

minors, ageless, haters/harassers dni!!

boyfriend!sylus who absolutely loves every hairstyle you wear but he makes it very clear that he loves your natural hair the most. he loves the entire process of helping you with your hair, from taking it down, to detangling washing and blowdrying. He’ll just sit next to you to hand you whatever you need. Ponytail holders, pins, gel, brushes etc. When you’re finished styling it, he always has a small grin on his face. He pulls you to his chest, biting softly at your cheek and mumbling a low “beautiful” in your ear.

boyfriend!sylus who currently has you bouncing on his thick cock right after you just got a silk press! the car windows are foggy and you’re already sweating. “sy - sylus, i just got my fucking hair done!” you whine, partly because you really wanted your hair pressed for the weekend activities you had planned and partly because your deranged boyfriend is drilling inside your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. he grabs your chin and mutters a “sorry, kitten. It couldn’t be helped.” before slipping his tongue inside your mouth, effectively making you forget how pissed off you are.

boyfriend!sylus who starts making his chefs incorporate some of your favorite meals into their meals. he notices how there’s certain things you don’t particularly like and remembers you babbling about some of the meals your grandmother used to make you before her unfortunate passing.

boyfriend!sylus who sees you wearing a bonnet for the first time since you’ve started dating. he tilts his head in confusion and you can’t help but think he looks like a really cute puppy. you explain what it is and why you wear it, when you’re done he just nods his head and places a kiss on your forehead. the following weekend, there’s a box delivered with bonnets of all sizes and colors.

boyfriend!sylus who sees you taking pictures during golden hour and he just lays on the bed admiring how good you look.

boyfriend!sylus who wastes no time in beating the shit out of a man who made a very disgusting and cruel comment about you and ‘your kind’. Sometimes his violent behavior startles you and other times it makes you want to ride him from dusk to dawn.

boyfriend!sylus who’s helping you pick out a dress to wear for your dinner date. “which one? black or burgundy?” you hold up both dresses so he can take a closer look, after a few moments of silence he hums. ruby eyes flick over to the bed to look at all other dresses you pulled out, he clicks his tongue “what about the gold one?”

you scrunch your nose. “but your tie?” he huffs. “don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll change it.” he’s already reaching to towards his neck when you speak again. “you sure?” he takes a step closer and leans down so you’re eye to eye. “yes, love. I love this color on you, wear this one.” He picks up the dress and hands it to you, gently pushing you towards the bathroom.

boyfriend!sylus who will never admit it out loud but he hates being away from you too long. he needs you around him and in his space at all times or he starts getting grumpier than usual. whenever he’s stressed or pissed off, he seeks you out and plops you in his lap so he can kiss you and play with your hair. He might even use your boobs at stress balls but you tease him about it sometimes but he just huffs and ignores you.

boyfriend!sylus who has your legs thrown over his shoulders while he takes his time teasing you with his hot velvety tongue and long, thick fingers. he’s had you wound up so long that you can’t even remember how much time has passed. “sy…please. I need it.” a low hum comes from his chest, it vibrates through your whole body. his eyes flutter open and lock onto yours immediately. “do you honestly think you deserve it? after being a brat the whole day?”

when you don’t respond, three thick fingers sink back into your cunt, making your body arch. “answer me, kitten.” except you can’t answer him and he knows you can’t because he’s curling his fingers inside you, pressing against that spot and god you’re so close. So fucking close! Just a few more thrusts and — “no!” your voice comes out weak and betrayed, you can feel the tears start to well. His fingers slow then come to a complete stop.

a soft kiss is placed on your thigh, followed by a sharp bite. “you know I don’t reward bad behavior, be a good girl and I’ll give you want you really want.”

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24hourfantasies ~ twenty ~ blk

“Weeds my dearest most precious motivator”

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I write purely for shits & giggles. This account is honestly just something I sometimes use when I’m bored so I probably won’t be the most active. I will write smut, fluff & angst. Sorry for any typos & horrible writing in advance you’d probably be better off reading the many other amazing writers on here! Thank you for reading anything if you do!!

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I write mainly blk fem reader or blk coded reader! I will write both male & female reader so expect wlw & mlm. I will also write non binary or won’t use pronouns at all in some fics!!!

I don’t have any rules besides don’t be a weirdo or rude. If I feel as if you have crossed a line I’ll just block you!

All art on this page is not mine at all. Full credit goes to the original creator/artist. If you are the creator or know the creator pls tell me their account so I can credit them! If you (the artist) or know the artist doesn’t want their art reposted pls tell me so I can take it down immediately!

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Now that the introduction is done!

What would you prefer for tonight? 

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…in progress of writing masterlist sorry!

[piinnkkryyss]

sick of seeing nonblk writers writing fanfics of smoke and stack and somehow the reader is white????? and then they completely strip the dialect and aave from them, leave it alone!!

[luvlyycy]

he laughs. he fucking laughs at you.

you frown, "whats so funny?" you huff out and he laughs again.

sukuna points a finger at your hair, and scoffs— "it's all frizzy." and you frown deeper, probably giving yourself frown lines.

he holds back a borderline giggle as he squished your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your nose.

"let's wash it, ms. frizz."

[romaevelizz]

His Conscious

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Asgardian!femreader

sum: She’d had been with him for decades for a short time physically, then only in his subconscious. Through good and bad she had been with him until she wasn’t, once reunited not everything is so great.

warning: reader is 100% overpowered(idc), cursing, unrealistic stuff bc it’s a fan fic and Marvel, suggestive, takes place mostly during Civil War, Reader IS BLACK CODED! uncanon events for Civil war, lots of dialogue bc I like talking! Not proofread!

The last time he had felt her touch was November of 1943, where he was kept hostage in the Hydra facility. Back then he thought it was a hallucination, that all the torment and experimenting had really caused him to lose himself. The warmth of her hands touching his face whispering his name frantically her worried eyes looking over him, it had felt so real, and if you were to tell him at the time it was. that she was there to break him out before Steve had arrived he wouldn’t have believed it not one bit.

Then when he had fallen from that train, when everything went black he heard her voice. ‘James open your eyes..’

‘my love, I need you to open your eyes..’ the angelic soft echo of her voice stirring him awake. The pain sharp all through out his body and his heart bead rang through his ears as he was dragged away by Hydra soldiers.

That was only the beginning. Her voice and images of her would appear in his subconscious. But she looked different. Her hair wasn't short and pressed in a 40s fashion, but long, very long, and curly, and her clothing ethereal. He would slowly find out more, like that she was actually with him, taking home in his subconscious that even through being controlled, she was there.

It took time for him to come to terms that she was not quite human, but a goddess. Not just because she was beautiful but because she was capable of magics, he only knew what she was capable of through what she had told him. But the fact she could be in his conscious with him was fascinating enough.

He became greatful that she was there, not only did she spend time on his head but as time went on she was able to create life live visions that only he could see. She was like a ghost that hovered and did as she pleased, she wasn't able to come in contact with others around them.

As the Winter Soldier, he still knew who she was in a way, yes he didn't feel the same towards her, under control he found her irritating like an annoying fly that buzzed in his ears. Yet she knew what her presents meant to him, she kept him somewhat sane. Seventy years, Seventy years they had been together. Seventy years of her standing by his side through it all, comforting and understanding to him. Then one day everything went black. After he fell into the water everything went black for her.

She has lost connection with him, her eyes oppening for the first time in decades. Her body under dirt and snow in the German mountains, her joints popping and she slowly got up from her laying position. She hadn't been in her physical body for god knows how long, she didn't become weaker but her body hadn't moved in years. As much as she wanted to rush to follow and him and he with him again she had to take care of herself first.

Bucky felt like he was slowly losing his grip on reality as the days turned into weeks without any sign of her. The hollow ache in his chest deepened with each passing moment, his mind racing with chaotic thoughts. She had vanished from his life, leaving only shadows of despair in her wake. The worst haunted him: was she be safe? Did she suffer? Night after relentless night, he tossed and turned in an empty bed that felt colder than ever, the silence amplifying his fears.

Months slipped by without her reassuring voice, and the once-comforting embrace of sleep became a tormenting void filled with nightmares shed pull him from. Bucky’s mental health deteriorated, unraveling more than he ever thought possible. The weight of his worries pressed heavily on his shoulders, and he could feel the tension gnawing at him in an overwhelming sense of dread.

Every moment without her was a reminder of his loneliness. He was on the run, burdened not just by his past but by the ghost of the love he cherished and feared he might never see again. His once-stable world was now a torrent of chaos—his strength drained, his spiritfalling —coming to tearms that he'd never see her again.

After being run out of his place and held in custody, he was put back under control. A short rampage later he had woken up in a warehouse, his metal arm being held in a machine. Steve along with another man was questioning him till herd her voice, and it was clear that he wasn't the only one to hear it. Steve and Sam turning their bodies quickly twords the voice.

Bucky watched as her body emerged from the shadows, her long curly hair falling over her dark features slightly as she peeked around the corner. Bucky picked his head up stunned not believing his eyes,Fully coming out with a quick motion the two men on defence in front of bucky where pinned against the wall with knifes to the throats.

The smile on her face as she rushed towards him, her hands cradling his face carefully. She watched his expression, his mouth wanting to speak but his body fought against it. His right hand came up to her waist grabbing her “Oh my god..” his voice broke.

She grinned “Hi my love, thought I would find you else where free perhaps yet here you are caged underneath this thing.” she spoke.

Bucky shook his head lightly it soon falling into her stomach, her arms wrapping around him as he pulled her closer her his free arm. After a moment his other became lose without a second thought he wrapped both arms around her. She could feel his silent cries against her, her head dipping down placing gentle kisses to his head. This was the first time he had felt her warmth in over 50 years and he had actually felt her in general.

“What has you in distress baby?” she hummed, “I was only gone for a moment..”

He shoot his head “I thought I'd never see you again,” he muttered.

“Sorry it took me so long, had to recover my body…”

“Hate to break this up but can you tell your girlfriend to PUT US DOWN!”

Y/ns head snapped over to the man “oops!” with that they fell to the ground.

Bucky stood up catching her gaze “Theyre good they're friends…” he muttered.

She nodded her head her hand not leaving his forearm. “Is she-”

“No she's not with hydra,” Bucky interrupted quickly. Steve only nodded his head his eyes catching hers.

“Who are you? Because you're definitely not— well normal.” Steve spoke rubbing his neck.

She shifted her body now standing directly in front of bucky her body leaning back into him. “(name), I'm not exactly from here. I'm Asgardian-” she spoke vaguely.

“So you're a God? Do you know Thor?” Stever asked, he watched her face scrunch at the mention of Thor.

“I am Goddess of Versatility, and unfortunately I do…”

“Versatility?” Sam asked.

“Capable of almost anything I put my mind to, I can adjust and adapt to many different powers.” she shrugged explaining simply.

“Versatility is kinda boring..” same muttered.

“Sounds boring its not, I was able to hibernate my body for over 50 years in the German mountains, and live in his subconscious.” she smiled.

The two men looked at her dumbfounded. “Im a god, not only that but a kings favorite.”

“You must be the sister Thor mentions.” Steve said.

“Only sister he has so yeah, I'm the oldest” she shrugged

“Really you don't-.” Sam started.

“Diffrent mothers, don't care to explain more.” she interrupted her tone becoming sharp.

The two men nodded “So whats the plan from here?”

Bucky raised a brow “What you're obviously on the run I mean we're hiding in a warehouse… and I'm quite capable of helping.” she spoke Turing towards him.

Through a bit of useless protest from James there, she was fighting with them, doing pushback and sticking close to Bucky's side. This was the first time he'd seen her use her power, it was kinda humoring her fucking with them may it have been kind of games or using their power against them. A pretty smile on her features as she defended against the others. Her little conversation with Peter the teen nodding to her his voice almost excited even tho she had him any the collar, her nodding at him and telling him goodnight before blowing in his face. Peters's body falling limp as he giggled putting him down carefully.

“He seemed a bit too excited to be here.” she laughed walking over the Sam and James wrapped in a web lying on the floor.

T’challa wasn't light on his punches when it came to Bucky. One solid hit had pushed him back before he could get up the panther was already charging twords him, with a quick motion he was slammed in the the truck next to him.

“Go!” She yelled.

His eyes narrowest shaking his head “Ill find you! I aways so now go.” She reassured. He groaned irritated, upset that she wouldn't be with him, again.

Hours later He had found out that everyone was arrested. Meaning that she must have been aswell, Steve watched Bucky his eyes curious and sympathetic to his friend. “She’ll be fine well get her out after, I promise.”

He shook his head “Shes never been imprisoned and from what you told me She wont be able to use her powers to an extent and if she dose shell be hurt.” he spoke sodtly, she was probably losing her shit if there was one thing James knew about her is that she can easily be triggered and aggression is how she showed frustration and panic in some situations. Restricting her power and hurting her when did brought back unpleasant memories ones you don't ever wanna relive.

She was Practically bouncing off the walls wrapped up like Wanda, she didn't quite understand how they were restricting her powers, and when she got a spark she was heavily electrocuted. Sam and Clint were in the cells next to her telling her she had to stop, all she was doing was hurting herself. Her mind racing as her face fell into her lap as she sat on her knees. She needed to get out, she needed to find James, they were going to to kill him. She needed to get out, she needed to help him.

A groggy cry came from her as she mistakenlytries getting out of these binds again, “They're made like that for a reason, you're not supposed to keep going.” a male voice rang through her ears.

She knew that voice “The humans didn't take it kindly to Loki destroying New York, helped them be able to block power like ours.”

She sat up slowly, a heavy frown on her face as she mad eye contact with her Brother, the silent tension between them thick. “You know Sister after all this time I didn't expect you here..” she could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Why are you here?” she asked her voice tired.

“Take you home, so you're not rotting in this cell.” he spoke.

She shook her head “I can't go back..” she whispered.

“Of Course you can, Father would be pleased to see you..”

“What of mother-”

“She gone.” he answerd quickly, his brows frowned.

She stayed silent “You must come with me, I beg of you.” he spoke.

“I left for a reason Brother…” she spoke softly, “you got 30 seconds Thor!” Toneys voice spoke up.

“I wont take you home, but I can use it as an excuse to leave with you. I heard about you're little flame, that's why you wont go back right?” he spoke quickly

Dumbfounded she nodded “yeah.. But the gate-”

“Thes dumb mortals wont think twice when I fly off with you in these.” he spoke showing so Asgardian cuffs.

“Do you want to go or not.”

She nodded.

She might have left with Thor but found a safe enough place to land, taking her cuffs of and wishing her well “Rember you're always welcome back home, even if it mean you bring him. Consider it sister.” he spoke smiling to her.

“Thank you Brother tell Loki I say hello,” she spoke, “I missed you I hope to see you a bit more.”

He chuckled, “ I have a feeling well be seeing each other again sometime soon my dear sister, just don't get in to much trouble can only do so much here.”

It didn't take her long to track them down, but she was far behind. Her body teleporting a bit away from the compound entrance she saw T’chlla him standing next to a body. She could feel her hear drop as she rushed towards them, getting closer she had let out a sigh of relief.

“He down there,” T’challa spoke his gaze meeting hers. “Couldnt guarantee you that's he's alive, he said something about turning them on each other. Go down with caution.” he finished.

Without a moment's hesitation, she sprinted toward the door, her heart racing as she maneuvered through the maze of the unfamiliar surroundings. The air was thick with chaos, the sharp sounds of shattering glass and frantic shouts echoing around her, propelling her forward. As she rounded the corner, a wild scene unfolded before her eyes: Steve was grappling with Tony, their bodies a tangle of energy and aggression, while the sight of Bucky sprawled on the ground sent a shock through her. Her gaze darted between the two skirmishing men and the still figure of her friend, the urgency of the moment electrifying her senses.

“James!” she shouted, “Bucky, baby, hey open your eyes,” she spoke panicked, his metal arm was shot off leaving a nub of wires.

She shook him a bit before her hands fell ti his face, her hands glowing a soft white as she focused on him. The sound of the two men next to her fighting became dull as she healed him, she watched closely as his eyes shifted under his lids “Common baby come back to me..” she whispered.

She felt a hand on her shoulder “Stop he's there he's just unconscious, back off!” she shouted glancing over her shoulder to Steve who did exactly as she said. Her brows frowned seeing him as he was.

“Im sorry… Ill help you next,” she apologize.

“What about him?” she asked glancing towards Tony.

“If you can then please.” he groaned his back falling against the concrete wall.

She hummed shifting her gaze back to Bucky, his eyes open just looking over her. “Well hi handsome,”

“Hi doll, when did you-”

“Dont worry about it baby, lets just focus on getting out if here once I get them up and going..”

She took the time she needed to heal Steve enough so he could get up, with Tony was a bit more difficult due to everything that had just happened. He wanted nothing from her but she kept insisting, his communications were down and its be a bit till someone could even get it to him. Eventually, he let her, making a few comments about her being Thor's sister. “Well marital afairs happen everywhere. Not every marriage even by law and arrangement can be happy, plus my fathers just an asshole.” she chuckled.

“Take it mommy issues.” Tony sassed.

“And you have Daddy issues, we all have problems Stark, but our parental issues are much more different.” she scoffed, her tone and choice of words telling him that here was more a physically issue than emotional.

“T’challa said there will be someone here for you soon.” She spoke he hands falling into her lap.

Tony shook his head “Id like you a lot more if I knew you weren’t aware of what he did.”

She sighed glancing over to Steve and Bucky, his eyes trained on her. “He couldn't control what he did, but one thing I do know is that every person haunts him, he'll always remember, their screams and begging for their life. That right there is worse than death.” she muttered fidgeting with her fingers.

“But nobody here is clean of blood, you've killed someone's parents, someone's child. You Avengers aren't as clean of blood as you make yourselves out to be.” She spoke standing up, walking over to Bucky and Steve.

she watched as he was about to say something, “But that's wasn't you're fault right? You couldn't control it.” she finished, her eyes moving from him to Bucky.

“Get home safe Mr. Stark, and I wish your recovery to be quick.” she said leaving the the two men.

Days had drifted by in a haze since everything had changed. T’Challa had generously offered them both refuge in his kingdom, providing a safe haven as they navigated the complex process of liberating Bucky from the haunting grip of the Winter Soldier. For now, Bucky was equipped with a straightforward replacement arm—nothing overly elaborate, but functional enough for everyday use. T’Challa appreciated having them close; keeping Bucky and her in Wakanda allowed him to ensure they were not only safe, but secure as Bucky was still considered an unfriendly to the world.

Bucky found solace in this arrangement, welcoming the chance to remain in Wakanda, especially since it meant being alongside her. The two had settled into an expansive shared suite, a space that resembled a charming studio apartment. Sunlight streamed through large, intricately carved windows, illuminating the warm, rich tones of the wooden furniture and the traditional African textiles that adorned the walls. The atmosphere was cozy, offering a perfect blend of comfort and privacy, allowing them to retreat from the world outside while they explored their evolving relationship and faced the battles lingering in Bucky’s mind.

As James underwent various tests in the lab alongside Shuri and the team of scientists, she found herself wandering through the magnificent halls of Wakanda, accompanied by T’Challa. He proudly showed her the intricate details of his home, from the stunning vibranium architecture to the lush greenery that surrounded the palace. T’Challa reassured her of their warm welcome in his kingdom, though he acknowledged that not everyone shared the same level of trust towards her and Bucky—something that would likely change with time as they proved their loyalty. He knew she was of royalty herself much different from him, but she would become useful giving bits of insight and knowledge to the new king. “Sure you're not a queen yourself?” he'd joke.

“Many in my Relm would say it is my birth right, but I am only a woman that's what the men of my father's court would use as an excuse.” she hummed, her world was much different from their gender roles were very much still a thing, and she had run away.

Reflecting on their journey, it became clear that her presence had expedited Bucky's recovery; she was the catalyst behind him receiving a state-of-the-art replacement arm sooner than anyone had anticipated. In the quiet moments, she often found solace on the balcony of their shared room, watching the vibrant sunset over the horizon. It illuminated the sky in shades of orange and pink, and she relished the calm that accompanied her newfound sense of reassurance. Unlike before, when anxiety would push her to constantly linger at Bucky's side, she now felt a profound sense of certainty: he was not going anywhere, and neither was she. This realization brought her a comforting peace, wrapped in the warmth of their shared commitment.

The sound of the heavy door opening and closing caused her to look over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his. Pushing up out of her seat her bare feet touching the cold floor as she rushed over to him, a smile on her face. A common routine in their night, not always many words were exchanged but that was okay. Her hands held his face picking it up to look at her. Bucky was on the edge of the bed as she stood between his legs his hand on the back of her upper thighs, he'd always liked how she favored gowns short or long, the Asgardian fabrics much more luxurious than any here. He took every chance he got to feel her, to let his hands linger on her body feeling, memorizing every curve of her body as she simply stood in front of him and talked. Every chance to kiss her and her dark complexion, his lips kissing over her stretch marksand whatever most would consider an imperfection, but to him everything about her was perfect.

After years of never being able to feel her, how could he not? He worshiped her and the ground she walked on, he yearned to feel her warmth for decades to actually get to heel her skin to skin and not just the cold emptiness of his conscious. Yet there would be times he was so afraid to touch her, scared that she would just vanish like she did as time when he would reach out to her. The feeling of her hands not cold or light when she would touch him, her body coming from behind him her head resting on his shoulder blade as she would comfort him after being woken form a nightmare. Her whispering softly urging him back to lay with her and fall back asleep. Assuring him that he won't hurt her, that he could hold her as the sleep or that she could even hold him. His heart heavy as she would speak gently to him as he laid on her chest, her hands warm as her fingers grazed lightly over his face bushing his hair back.

“Please don't ever leave..” he muttered softly his head shifting to look at her.

“I'm not going anywhere, my love. Now you must sleep, and with how strong your embrace is let's hope I don't have to pee.” she smiled, her eyes holding his. “I no desire to be anywhere without you,” she spoke watching him sit up a bit.

“Wherever you go, I go,” she whispered before her lips met his.

She might have had a few thousand years on him, and thousands more to live, but she would die with him no matter what. She wasn't just bored to adjust and adapt but born to create and destroy, she was much more than a stupid powerful, and unpredictable god and even he knew that but she wasn't invincible either she could do many things nobody could but there was plenty that she couldn't. When she would heal and even bring someone back from the dead she gives up parts of her life span, even with that she would have thousands of years without him.

His fingers messed with her messy curls as she laid on his chest, his eyes catching small strands of silver in her dark hair. “Graying before me?” he muttered teasingly.

She sat up quicky at his comment “what?”

“You have a really small batch, like four gray hairs.” he spoke touching her hair line above her eyebrow.

She stood up from the bed, her body bare as she rushed to a tall mirror on the wall, Bucky watched amusingly as she looked through her hair in a panic like state. He watched as she smiled a bit her body turning to face him “Didnttink id ever see a women happy to see that she had gray hair he chuckled.

She rushed back over to the bed, “Do you know what this means.” she spoke her excited tone in a whisper as she crawled over to him.

Her body sitting atop of him she leaned down here face close to his “ My healing and bring you back has caught up with me!”

He raised a brow “I'm aging quicker. Its a good thing believe it or not.”

He didn't quite understand how losing parts of her life span was exciting but at the same time he did. He knew that he had no desire to live for thousands of years after him, she wanted nothing more than to age like a human but she was not born a human. He knew in the end they would find each other again, may it be in another lifetime, or even after death. What they both understood was that they would die along with the other. Their life had begun to have no meaning with out each other, two damaged souls who found each other, and never left each other.

The gods will forever determine her end and the way she shall reast, but one thing was sure if she was taken sooner or had to live without him, to gods would keep him safe for her. Keep him so that she would be able to rest easy with him in the end of it all.

For maybe he'll someday only be within her subconscious and dreams.

a/n: i know a descent amount of people enjoy reading my stuff but i’m curious on what i could do to improve my writing i feel like i can’t really write with a lot of dialogue. Or my stories are kind everywhere… anywho lmk! i love to hear feedback 💗

[aerieza]

nsfw, mdni ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

thinking about your boyfriend pulling you into the family restroom while you two were out shopping at the mall. bent over the sink, his hand intertwined with your goddess braids and forcing you to watch each hostile thrust into you in the mirror. the glass coated in a sheer layer of fog from the humidity due to your heavy breathing and moans.

lewd sloppy squelching sounds emerging from your pussy suctioned onto the length of his thick and pretty dick. veins protruding from the base to his pink tip, the same color as the thong he pulled aside.

"it's t'much . . . i can't." your arch faulters while sticky tears blur your big doe eyes and your falsies meet with your flushed cheeks from clenching your eyes shut. your pussy crying for him as well by coating a creamy ring around his cock.

"awn, you can't take it, baby? should've thought about that before acting like a fuckin' brat earlier." he purred in a condescending tone, words spilling from his lips like morphine. his eyes narrowing before increasing his pace, watching the way your pussy swallowed his dick whole by planting harsh kisses on your bruised cervix to where you couldn't think straight.

"m-m'so sorry, so so-sorry, please."

a tight grasp on your brown plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hands left crescent moons in the dimples of your hips. listening to your apology cries as music to his ears while his veiny engorged cock sinks into your swollen puffy pussy. a smug grin paints his face knowing that he only has one intention on his mind, and it's putting his brat girlfriend in her place.

"nah nah, keep that same energy as earlier."

toji, geto, sukuna, nanami, connie, eren, levi

[blkbbyprincess]

"DONT BE A BRAT" -mikasa!ackermann x blk!tumblr

synopsis: your girlfriend mikasa insists that you're being a brat infront of your friends by teasing her and seemingly everyone else; so she's taking you home to teach you a lesson.

warnings: veryy suggestive content, heavy language, use of the n word once, kinda proofread? and just connie and ony being chismosos lol

"damnn mika you not gone put no work on that?" connie teased while taking a long drawn out hit of his joint that he was sharing with eren; who was sitting directly across from him; eyes low and barely coherent as he threw the gold colored dice across the circular dining table; snapping his fingers in frustration at getting a bust.

both boys turned their heads almost in sync, eyes locking on the way you stood by the kitchen island, chatting it up with your homegirls like you weren’t fully aware of the show you were putting on. that oh so little black skirt you had on? it was barely doing its job, short enough that if you bent over just a little more, your thong and everything else would’ve been on full display. the same thong, mind you, that you swore matched your girlfriend’s outfit. a lie if mikasa ever heard one, considering she was wearing an entirely different color. you knew damn well the difference between black and grey. this was just another excuse to be a slut in her opinion. and honestly? it was working.

mikasa wasn’t paying too much attention to whatever her homeboy had goin on. she’d already peeped your game ever since you two got to connie's small house party; from shaking that ass in that sorry excuse for a skirt with your girls; the same ones she always said you were too good for, to hitting the pole in the middle of the living room like it owed you money.

you knew exactly what you were doing. connie’s thirsty ass boys were eating it up, practically drooling, probably counting up how much it’d cost to get a second of your time. and when your jeweled nails tracing the path down your neck, eyes locked on mikasa while one of your girls poured warm henny down your throat? yeah. she definitely knew.

"pay up nigga, yo' dumbass lost again after i told you im undefeated." connie's best friend onyankopon, or "ony" for short; barked as he stood upright from his seat to place his hand right in connie's face in a "gimme" motion.

"tch, you a bitch anyways, always takin' a mothafucka dinero."

before ony could even gather up his words to say something slick back to his friend, the clicks of heels against the ground could be heard as you walked towards the table and here you came; tracing around the table with a smirk on your face as you made your way to the second to last seat where your girlfriend; mikasa was sitting in a manspread with her fingers pressed at her temple in frustration.

you slid into the empty seat next to mikasa like you belonged there. like the whole damn night had been building up to this exact moment. your knee brushed hers and she didn’t pull away.

you leaned in close, voice soft but laced with tease.“you miss me?”

"don’t come over here and perform in front of these people; save that shit for later."

your eyes widened and you gasped in faux shock; as if you didn’t know what she was hinting at. but the glint in your eye said otherwise. still, you played innocent, batting your lashes like you weren’t just out here putting on a whole show for the whole house to catch an eye to with intentions full of mischief.

"girl, i’m just watching yall play." you purred, voice low and sugary, dragging your acrylics across the table slow and deliberate. "don't get a stankin' attitude."

mikasa’s jaw flexed just a little; as if she was trying real hard to keep her cool. her homeboys caught the shift in energy, the way the air thickened like smoke between y’all, but none of them said a word. ony just chuckled under his breath, nudging connie like "watch this shit."

"nah, you wanna act up," mikasa said, leaning in close enough for only you to hear, her lips ghosting your outer ear, "don't make me take you home." she said; a little louder after realizing what kinda game you were trying to play with her.

you contemplated about how you should respond in front of your friends; but fuck thinking about being good, because the way she was speaking to you made you wanna do nothing but keep digging yourself in deeper trouble so she would have no choice but to get you right later.

"take me home, then," you murmured, sweet as syrup but sharp underneath. "show me how you want me to act."

connie's lil sassy ass make a "clock it" motion with one of his hands; adding a small "ouuuuu", while ony balled up his fist, and covered his mouth as best as he could; tryna hold in the laugh that was about to burst from his chest.

but mika didn’t flinch, didn’t blink, she didn’t even smile.

she just stood up and pushed the chair she was previously sitting in back in its place under the table, then reached out; her whole hand catching your cheeks; squishing them together like you were something she wanted to break, but goddamn; she never would because oh how she loved how pouty and swollen your lips looked right now

"finish your drink." she said finally, stepping back; letting go of your face with that same unreadable expression. "and tell everyone you'll see 'em next weekend."

you knew better than to ask where you were going.

you downed the rest of your drink without breaking eye contact, the burn of the hennessy barely registering beneath the way mikasa’s gaze froze your body in time.

then you stood slowly, letting her watch how your skirt rode a little higher with each sway of your hips as you took each step of the way towards connie and ony to give them a small hug

"yall, she bout to tear my shit uppp." you told them followed by a bite of the tongue in excitement; obviously pissing ony off by telling him obvious information that he still didn't want to physically hear; and connie groaned like he was watching the trailer unfold for a movie he’d never get to see.

mikasa was already halfway to the door.

you followed.

when you got two outside, the cool night air kissed your skin gently, which made you tense up a bit; distracting you from a catcall that flew from the tongue of a partygoer that mikasa definitely heard; and once they saw her look back. she didn’t need to say a word. that glare? it did all the talking.

she opened the car door for you and stepped back; hands refraining from ghosting the small of your back as you slid in. before closing the door, she pulled her hoodie over her head; revealing a crispy white wife beater that stuck effortlessly to her gorgeous abs, tossing it into the passenger seat where you sat. "shouldn't have worn that dumbass skirt, here."

you sat in silence with yourself for a moment cold as a rock; even covered with the hoodie, you wondered what the hell happened to your liquor coat; as mika closed the passenger seat door and stepped off the curb to get to the driver's side of her car.

you snap out of her senses when you hear the door on the left open and the lights inside the car turn back on again. she eases her way in her seat and adjusts it to her liking a little, before turning to close the door back.

she waits for a second before turning to you,

"the hell you got goin on?" she questioned; cocking an eyebrow in what would have looked like genuine confusion to someone who wasn't familiar with your behavior, but she was and she knew you only did shit like this when you were horny. "going in there acting like you can't handle not being fucked for a few hours." she mumbled, but you could hear her loud and clear.

you watched her grip the steering wheel, her expression set on one you knew too well. "you’re being dramatic." you said, shifting in your seat; trying to gain a little more comfort.

"am i?" she wasn't looking at you in that moment; instead looking up with her hand on her chin acting as if she were genuinely thinking she was the problem; which in her book was never the case. "funny how you only act like that when you know someone’s watching."

you shrugged, pulling the hoodie tighter around yourself. "don't know, maybe you’re just paranoid."

she finally turned to look at you once more; eyes narrowed as if she were preparing to take a jab at her prey. "right. paranoid." she scoffed with a little more sass than necessary. "we’ll see how much of a game you think this shit is when i toss you in that backseat and show you some decorum."

ayeeeee pt 2? like & reblog pleaseee!

[mangoxanax]

｡𖦹°‧ Down bad — S. Hanta ♰｡𖦹°‧

—small drabble i made for hanta 🗣️

A/n — like i said id be trying to post more nd since i had motivation recently why not make something for sero? so here ya go!

C/W — slight nsfw on some, short ish?, black reader, profanity, sero being down bad for yo fine ahh💞.

♰ —enjoy !♰

©mangoxanax on tumblr, do not steal, repost without permission or copy, or claiming as your own. 🗝 ∘ . ° • — ♰

[raestarz]

Rookie Hour

Chapter Seven - No Time to Breathe

A/N: Hey guys!! Long time no see…So sorry for the very long very crazy disappearance… *Ahem* Without further ado!! Rookie Hour chapter seven!

Word Count: 2.6k

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Hi, hello, and welcome back to the Surviving with Kyaire and Leon show! I’m your host, Kyaire Birkin! Let’s update y’all on where we are now! After a grueling time of solving yet another puzzle involving electricity, we finally got the second electrical part to open Ben’s cell. Poor Ben, what if he had a family? Friends? A lover? Oh god, what if I die without ever having a boyfriend? Oh god, oh god, oh god…Then suddenly, a voice draws me out of my thoughts as I figure out how to rearrange the electrical panels to power so the cell containing our deceased friend opens.

“Kyaire…? Hello? Kyaire?!” Leon shouts lowly, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around to face him; I snap back to reality again. I’ve been spacing out a lot. This is irritating me. I look up at Leon and raise a brow. “Yeah?” I answer.

“Do you need help rearranging the electrical panels, or do you have it?” He asks with a cheeky smile, and I roll my eyes playfully in response. “I’ve got it, rookie.” I turn back around, focusing on the panels, while Leon looks for any possible threats until I get a ding, and the greyed-out light hums yellow again. “Smart one, Matilda!” I exclaim happily giving myself a pat on the back. Leon responds in turn, “You got it? Let’s just hope that giant freak doesn’t appear again like he did last time.” The cell door slides open, and I slink in, grabbing the parking pass from around his neck. Seeing a tape recorder in his jacket, I click the play button, hearing a conversation between Ben and Annette talking about her work within the orphanage and Umbrella; Ben then brings up the G-virus…? What the fuck is that? I thought that was something Annette and Dad were working on solving problems at work…not creating. I gasp softly, and the recording is quickly cut short after Ben calls her a bitch…Which is rightly deserved, to be frank. I groan, standing up and turning to Leon; I open my mouth and then hear a swift clink of doors opening and a gaggle of zombies groan.

“Leon…? What’s that?!” I shout over my shoulder, finally taking in Ben’s poor form.

“A shit show! Let’s go!” Leon shouts back at me, firing his gun to take down a couple of zombies. “And our giant friend is back, so let’s go!” I quickly scramble to my feet and grab my gun, shooting down as many as I can with him. Hearing a quick curse from Leon, I realize this may be it for us that I need to tell him how I feel because I don’t wanna die in this stupid situation without telling him. But maybe we’ll make it? Perhaps we can make it out; I need to focus so I can go to dumb college and get out of this dumb city. As I’m zeroing in on my focus, Leon pulls out a grenade tossing it into the group, stunning that giant fuck and killing more than half of his little lackeys. He grabs my hand, running us past the zombies, and I bend over, narrowly missing that giant’s fist as he comes to; we continue to run.

“Leon! I gotta tell you something!” I shout as we run down the hall.

“Really?! Right now?!” He yells back over his shoulder as he shoots a zombie in the face, letting go of my hand as we continue to run; I mourn the warmth of his hand but shake my head, focusing on the current objective. I shoot at a zombie in front of us as I take a breath and finally commit to telling him.

“I think my parents are the cause of this virus!” I shout, and he stops running, pausing to look at me.

“What?” He yells, and his jaw drops, looking at me quite shocked. Which ladies and gentlemen, I’m not surprised at how else would you react when you find out someone you’ve been surviving with parents were in fact, not victims of this massive tragedy but! Were the creators? How would y’all react? Any takers? Oh wait you guys can’t respond…Anyway. I look at him stopping for a second, before I hear the big guy's big foot steps again, I grab his wrist tugging him.

“Yell, ask questions, and scream at me later we gotta go!” I yell snapping him out of his daze as I pull him toward the parking garage, giving a silent prayer to whichever God is listening to save us from this bullshit. As soon as we come in and round the corner. Mr. FeeFiFoFum decides to fucking BURST through the wall and grabs us both by the throat. I’ll be frank with you guys, I’m starting to wish my suicide attempts actually went through because I rather not deal with this. While I’m thinking this as he chokes us out, which you know I’m into but not this way guys. I hear a SWAT truck rev to life and I turn my head as my mystery hero hits the giant with the car into the wall leaving him twitching and then he goes still me and Leon catch our breath, coughing for dear air, sweet beautiful needed air. Ada steps out of the vehicle, I roll my eyes despite my lack of oxygen to my brain, I can still be my sassy assholeish self. 

“Ada!?” Leon exclaims looking up at her astonished and enamored…? Bitch seriously? Leon, I’m right here!! Also, I’m not lying about my identity like Miss “FBI agent” over here. Ugh! Wait, why am I thinking like this? I don’t like Leon; I need to focus! Ada and I make eye contact both squinting at each other as I scramble to my feet, crossing my arms as she scoffs, “This is getting old…” She walks past us, turning back slightly, while I help Leon to his feet; he mutters a small thanks.

Ada continues ahead of us while scolding us, “Saving your asses─that’s twice.” Holding up two fingers, I flick her off from behind her head while Leon gives me a look. I grimace slightly before putting down the finger. “I didn’t realize you were keeping score,” Leon responds snarkily, and I giggle slightly as we follow her.

She turns towards us, exasperated, “Look, this isn’t a game!” I hear the truck creak as the big fucker starts to lift the truck, and I groan, “You gotta be kidding me!” 

“Nothing dies down here!” Ada complains.

“You’ve got that right,” Leon responds with a groan as he takes out his gun, and suddenly the truck explodes. Huh…Well, thank you, lady luck, for the favor, and then realized our lady luck was Ada…I groan softly, seeing her with the detonator in hand; after I protect my face from the blast, giving her a nod in thanks, Ada smiles back, and she addresses Leon, “I take it you have the keycard?” 

“Nope,” I chide her with a smirk, “I do, and I also have this, but” I take out the tape recorder. Ada reaches out for it, but I yank it back just out of reach, “Not until you tell me what the hell is going on and what you know about my parents and this outbreak,” I start to hand it to her when she nods after a long while of debilitating over it. I snatched it back from her at the last minute, “You better explain what’s on it.” Ada snides at me then takes it from my hands.

“Maybe…After I hear it.” She responds with a smirk eyeing Leon softly, after my face falls, yeah this it. This is the moment I’ve decided to hate her, because what the hell. If I have a moment to shoot her in the knee without getting Leon to side against me with her, I will definitely do it because I’ll be damned if she plays me guys. I’m nudged out of my thoughts by Leon, “Ky…?” He whispers softly nodding his head toward Ada waiting at the shutter ahead of us with her arms crossed.

“Don’t be such a sore loser, Kyaire,” she mocks me softly. I roll my eyes, flicking her off while inserting the parking pass into the ticket machine, the shutter slowly coming up as all three of us walk out and under the shutter going into the street. I trail behind Leon and Ada as they walk ahead, I hear the pair talk about what’s on the tape recorder while I pull my hood up as I hear the patter of the rain. 

…

“Kyaire, you with us?” Leon calls to me, looking back at me as I zone back into the world. I look up at him and nod, as I take in his features I notice more of the brown hair he tried to hide while trying to bleach his hair, the softness of the blue in his stare but there’s an unsureness about his look. Oh right he’s waiting for me to follow him, I pick up my pace as I realize Ada was waiting on me and rolled her eyes. I look up and see Kendo’s gun shop, “Kendo…?” I ask the two.

“Road’s out. We gotta cut through here, got a problem?” Ada asks, putting her hand on her hip, I push past her and take out my key into Kendo’s gun shop, unlocking the door and opening it. “What a mess…” Ada scoffs, walking past me. Leon hums and grabs a couple things around the gun shop adding a shotgun attachment to his shotgun. I grab some ammo and get stopped in my tracks hearing a shout, “Don’t move!”

I silently trail up with my gun ready ahead of me, I see Kendo with his shotgun near Leon’s head. “Kendo, don’t!” I shout coming out of the shadows stepping between Leon and Kendo, putting my hand on his shotgun slowly lowering it. “What’re you doing here? Where’s Emma and Christina?” I ask him, Kendo slowly registers that it's me with a sad look falling over his face at the mention of his daughter and wife.

“Christina…Christina’s…gone.” He chokes out, and Leon places his hand on my shoulder. I look back at him. “You know this guy?” Leon asks.

“I babysit his daughter,” I respond to him and I suddenly focus back into my conversation with Kendo, I swallow softly and look at him as he looks to the back of the shop asking him, “Where’s Emma, Kendo?” The door to the back opens and I hear Emma’s small voice croak out, “Daddy…?” I gasp softly as I see her sickly frame and her softly tan skin greying and one of her eyes slightly glazed over as the monsters we’ve seen before.

“I think your daughters need help, sir.” Leon says as he takes her in as well, Ada comes out pointing her gun at Emma and I immediately point my gun at her at the same time as Kendo, Ada unwavers in pointing her gun .

“Ada, so help me God, put that fucking gun down!” I yell at her, Kendo steps behind me between Emma and Ada’s trained gun, Ada cocks her head to the side, “Step aside. We need to terminate her before she turns.” Her voice stern and unwavering before I can respond Kendo yells back, “‘Terminate’? That’s my fucking daughter!” Leon looks between Ada, Kendo and I bewildered unsure what to do before deciding to be the voice of reason.

“Ada…Just let them be.” He tries to reason with her, Ada slowly lowers her gun but I keep mine trained on her. “Ky…Look at me,” I glance at him and back at Ada, because I am truly sick of her bullshit. I can get lying but shooting an innocent kid?! Leon comes between my gun and Ada reasonably so, because well I am contemplating shooting her and honestly? I should, but as I look into Leon’s eyes as he puts his hand on my pistol slowly lowering it as I do follow his actions as well. I take a deep breath and let it out, realizing she is our key out and my key to finding out what's going on further no matter how much she wants to let on for me.

I walk past Leon and lean against the door holstering my gun, Kendo keeps his shotgun trained on Ada as he addresses Emma and my heart breaks for them knowing the little girl I saw grow may be mercy killed and reasonably so. “Emma, sweetheart, I told you to stay put…” He addresses her sweetly, he turns to her checking on Emma and kneels next to her petting her hair and holding her close to his chest. “Daddy…?” Emma murmurs softly, “Yeah, Emmie. Daddy’s here. I’m here, okay?” He cradles her back crying into her shoulder a bit, murmuring under her breath Kendo turns his attention to Leon and shouts, “You’re a cop. You’re supposed to know something—how did this happen!? HUH!?” Leon looks at Ada and Ada keeps her eyes trained on Emma obviously in case of her turning but I hope she knows as soon as she tries it, I’m trying it quicker…I hope. I snap back into reality as Emma whispers softly, “Mommy…?” 

Kendo turns back to her holding her by the arms as she stares at us, maybe a part of me is hoping she’ll recognize me but I don’t know if I can take anymore heartbreak from this scene. I look away, feeling tears roll down my eyes and wiping my eyes as quickly as I can trying to keep a brave face. Leon gently grabs my hand from my face and squeezes it gently, my heart skips a beat but this truly isn’t the time for any of this. “Mommy’s sleeping honey, okay? And I’m gonna put you to bed too, okay?” Kendo tells her gently as he picks her up and starts to take her to the back, addressing us one more time, “Just go…Just give us some privacy.” He chokes out between tears, closing the door behind them and as soon as they’re gone I look at Ada with a look that could kill and she feels it as she looks at me.

“You know, it’s one thing to keep the truth from me! But why him…?” Leon asks and all three of us look at the backdoor as soon as we hear a gunshot, I start to silently pray there isn’t a second one. Leon continues from before, “I want to find out what’s happening here—” I interject and place a hand on his shoulder after quickly gathering myself. “Can we just take a moment, Leon? To breathe or just…something.” I breathe to him, completely overwhelmed with everything happening within the last couple of hours and Leon looks completely betrayed. “I don’t for someone who grew up here and knew them…I thought you’d be more immediate on this especially you knowing them,” he points toward the door, I open my mouth to reply and he continues, “but, I guess I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.” Just when I thought I knew pain, this is completely different from what I’ve known. It’s a different type of heartbreak than from before, than from what went on with Kendo and Emmie.

Ada steps in, “You two can argue later, I’ll tell you two my mission. It’s to take down Umbrella's entire operation. We may not make it out. But, I need you to have two clear thoughts to do this as a team especially if things go awry.” Leon steps toward Ada placing a hand on her shoulder, “Whatever it takes to save this city…count me in.” He states giving her a kind smile, glancing at me slightly and I let out a low sigh looking away from them crossing my arms.

I don’t know where we stand at this point.

[agony-angel]

Robbie Reyes Headcannons because there are only a handful of fanfics and headcannons for him and i love him. The lack of fanfic and headcannons should be a crime.

- I think he can 100% sing (is this my biased opinion? hell yes)

- (I feel like this is obvious, but ima say it anyway) He likes women of any race (especially blk women, I will not be taking criticism or explain)

- He wouldn’t let you drive his hell charger, but you can sit in the passenger seat

- He would try/ want to protect you even if you’re a hero/antihero

- Speaking of protect he definitely would be extremely nervous when introducing you to Gabe

- He would be super happy if you and Gabe got along and if Gabe genuinely enjoyed your presence

{Time to stop to stop stating the obvious}

- I feel like he has diverse music taste, but mainly listens to rock or whatever the hells on the radio

- I feel like he sings really good but doesn’t do it often and you’d have to sneak up on him to catch him singing(good luck sneaking up on him)

- I don’t think he wouldn’t mind if you enjoyed singing and did so often

- His love language is Physical Touch(His secondary love language is Words of affirmation)

- He likes to be the big spoon and will tell you some of the things he likes about you but is ok with being the little spoon

- Will take you Street Racing but you will not be in the car during the race

- Probably wouldn’t tell you about being Ghost Rider for a long while

- Probably really good at Mario Cart

- I feel like he sucks at Just Dance

- Canelo def kicked you out atleast once for being a “distraction” to Robbie

- Im sorry but Mans got no game like he is straight ass at flirting

That’s all I have for today friends, sorry if it sucked this is my first time writing.

[graymanshoots]

As a POC writer I do not write enough POC or BLK reader😭 how are we feeling if I do a few BLK fems for yall (regardless of the answer I already have the idea In my mind and yall can’t stop me so I’m gonna ask which man instead of should I 🤫)

I’ll probably spin a wheel for angst, fluff or smut unless someone has a specific request.

If this isn’t your cup of tea I have a lot of GN Reader that is racially ambiguous, I really don’t mention readers skin or hair at all in most of my writing.

And as always:

Comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

[romaevelizz]

You guys aren’t gonna like this one..

[jkhlhjkjkjhkl]

I was on character.ai feeding my delulu mind as I start to chat to younger Rin Itoshi aka lil Rinnie before trauma, and when I finished chatting I found myself having a whole ass fanfic plot already and like you might be asking well why aren’t you writing it then? 1. I don’t the time 2. I’m too lazy and don’t have the patience and 3. My English creative writing is trash. So I’m basically asking some one to take the fanfic plot and make a fanfic out of it.

So the plot basically goes like this:

tiny Rin meets tiny s/o in the playground of a park tiny Rin asks tiny s/o to play football with him. Tiny s/o doesn’t know how to play football so tiny Rin teaches them. First tiny s/o trips and fails to kick the ball second time tiny s/o kicks the ball at tiny Rin’s face. Because she is sorry about it she kissed his face saying that it could make it heal better. Tiny Rin falls in-love and confesses his feelings for tiny s/o but suddenly tiny s/o’s parents called for her to go home so she says how they would get married once their older and demands him to find her again once their older. Tiny Rin promises that he will do that.

Years past and s/o and Rin are much older than before. S/o walks on the street recalling their memories with tiny Rin wondering if he still remembered their promise as they opened their phone to see an article of an uprising football superstar Rin Itoshi she wanders if he was tiny Rin as they are determined to find where Rin is. Rin on the other hand has a upcoming game on his way as he wonders if he could find s/o there as he’s been searching for her as well. ANd THaTS IT.

Ps I know this may be a bit too much like the typical romance trop but I just thought it is actually quite cute. SO PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE THIS TO FEED THE RIN SIMPS!!!!!

Pps this is also my first post so sorry if I sounded a bit weird