#african reader

Guys😞 africa is a continent but there are things that are similar throughout. Take community as an example, negritude as another. We also have shared experiences like community (as stated earlier) and imperial presidency. You can incorporate these themes without making the reader a stereotype.

You could also try to diversify the reader's interests. Make them listen to afrobeats and Congolese rhumba. They can enjoy both south african and east african food. Or let them embrace different styles. They can wear a leso in one chapter and a kente in the next chapter. That way, every part of the continent is included.

Kiss! I love you

(also like in the anime we are all 15 years old)

🤭🤭🤭

The first Toman boy that comes to mind on the topic of dating a foreign woman is Baji. If he's willing to go against his own gang for his own personal beliefs then sure as hell will he go against social norms in chase of what his heart desires.

He first spots you at one of the train stations he uses on his way home after a day with the gang. Your cascading sew-in flowing gloriously in the Japan late afternoon summer wind. He felt the urge to go ask you what you use in your hair, but the moment you turned around, and the rest of you caught his eye his everything stilled in time and only the sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears.

The second time he saw you was in a convenience store in his neighborhood. You were reading through several noodle brands trying to pick the best option for you. Adjusting to life in Japan was a bit tricky, especially with the total 180 in diet. It took him a bit to actually realise it was you, your hair had changed, this time that flowy frontal you once had was replaced by intricately plaited Fulani braids.

Before the winds could lift him up and help him escape the presence of what he could only describe as the weapon formed against his strength, the pools he wants to drown him, you spot him and walk over to him, maybe a native your age could be your saving grace to your dietary predicament.

Baji would definitely hide the fact that he's a delinquent for the longest time from you, in addition you happen to be his best kept secret. He's stalked you just enough to know your whereabouts at each certain time, where you learn and where you like to hang out, just so whatever gang fights that are orchestrated don't end up involving you, and so that he just "conveniently" happens to be where you are.

Baji is definitely down right whipped over his new gf. It took months and months of subtly pining after you, replaying audios of your home dialect laced Japanese, learning about how life was back home compared to Japan, and several explicit dreams for him to finally ask you to be his gf.

It definitely happens on one of your "dates". He so happened to just be walking along your street, and as an exchange student you lived alone, so why not drop by and spend the day with you. You answer the door with your hair partially unplaited with an irritated look on your face, your irritation soon vanishes as you realise you have an extra set of hands to help you out.

Baji finds himself fingers laced in your coils, learning each bend and turn of each strand of your hair. Amazed by how vastly different it is from his own. "Our kids should have your hair," he says outloud accidentally. You both pause, a pregnant silence thickening the atmosphere.

"Our kids means that you'd have to be married to me, we aren't even dating so aren't you jumping too far?" You retaliate with a bit of a shake in your voice. It goes quiet again.

"You're right," he responds "Will you be my girlfriend then, that way our kids can have your hair and I don't need to keep making silly excuses to come see you." Despite his clear confident speech, you can see his reddened cheeks and you can feel the tremble in his fingers as they pass through your hair.

"If I'm your girlfriend does that mean when you come over you'll help me around the house and cook for me too" you say jokingly.

"I'll agree to cooking for you if you cook for me too, and none of this Japanese stuff, I want your food"

Yes ma'am/Sir <3 Its so cute my darling Disclaimer: I didn't want to assume if she was more dark or if she was white but I hope it's okay if she has more darker skin <3 Also I'm gonna change it up a bit (Like she's new so she doesn't know about a lot of stuff outside of Africa, so Dallas introduces her to more things.)

❝ I gotta know tonight. If you're alone tonight.❞

☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆

To say Dallas Winston was interested was definitely an understatement.

He felt as if he wanted to get to know you and what your heart desires.

So he does what the good ole' Dally Winston would do.

Hit on you.

He walked to you in such a manner that would have any girl falling to their knees. And his accent made you blush right away.

"Hi there, pretty girl. I haven't seen you around. What's your name?" He smirked as he looked into your eyes.

You smiled at his accent. It just made you feel safe for some odd reason, considering he was a stranger.

"I'm Y/n L/n. I love your accent, it's very comforting. I just moved here from Africa." You said, looking at his cute facial features.

He was definitely a cutie.

His eyes widened, his cheeks only showing the smallest amount of blush. No one has ever complimented his accent like you did. He could tell that he was gonna like you a lot.

"Thanks, man. Uh- Africa, huh? What'd you move here for?" He said, the last part coming off rude. He internally slapped himself, hoping you didn't notice his harsh tone. And thankfully you didn't.

You just smiled at him, before answering his question.

"Just felt like it I guess. What's your name and where are you from?" you asked sweetly. Your voice sounded like honey and your skin was tan, which shined brightly in the sun.

"Im from New York. Dallas Winston. But you can call me yours if you want." He said, shooting his shot.

That explains the accent. You felt the blood rise to your face as you covered it, avoiding his stare.

"Aren't you just a charmer, Mr Winston." You said, starting to walk as Dallas walked with you.

"Do you want to be my friend? I haven't met a lot of people that went out of their way to talk to me." You asked quietly.

He smiled softly, nodding his head at you as you two walked around town.

"Oh what a car! That's really nice." You exclaimed, pointing at the mustang that belonged to Bob Sheldon.

Dal looked at the car, remembering how many times he had slashes the tires to that exact car as he smirked.

"yeah uh that's Bob Sheldons car. We don't like him." He said, grabbing your shoulder as he kept walking.

"Why not? He hurt you?" You kept asking questions on why but he was scared to show the kind of person Dallas Winston really was.

"Nah, man. He just- look. Around here, you have to hide. You have to fight for just walking around in the streets. Just stay away from him. Understand?" he said, lighting a cigarette.

You weren't scared. You were sad that you couldn't go where you wanted.

"I move here from Africa. For more. And now all my opportunities are out the window. I wanna see the world, Dal." You say sadly.

He blew a puff of smoke into your face. You ignored it. It didn't bother you one bit. From the house you lived in, people smoked all the time. Even you. But not all the time.

"Wanna meet my friends?" He asked you randomly.

You were honestly excited.

"More? Like you?" You asked with a bright smile that soon made him smile as well.

"psh. I mean I guess. But remember sweetheart. There ain't a lot of people like Dally Winston." He kisses your hand before grabbing it, walking down the sidewalk with you.

You blushed softly, looking down at your feet.

You took your hand back. This is too early. You are getting too attached.

He noticed but ignored it as he looked around to distract himself.

You two then made it to a house, the screen door wide open for just anybody to walk in.

You shifted in your spot, nervous to go in.

Dallas noticed your absence, going back outside to find you when he saw you weren't behind you.

"Hey. What's up, man? Scared?" He said before laughing.

You loved his laugh.

"A little." You said looking at the house.

"Aw come on. They don't bite- Steve might. But just ignore them if they say weird stuff." He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leading you inside before having his hand on the small of your back. Walking in right after you.

They boys looked up, besides Two-Bit and Ponyboy.

"Hey guys. This is Y/n. She just moved here from Africa." He said before Darry stood up, holding out his hand to introduce himself.

You nervously took it and smiled. "Hello Y/n. I'm Darryl but please call me Darry." He then pointed at all the boys, naming them as you nodded.

"Make yourself at home." He said before going into the kitchen.

You sat next to Two-bit, looking over his shoulder at the TV.

"Mickey Mouse?" You asked him, pointing at the Tv.

He looked at you and then at Dally.

"where did you find her, Dal? She's cute."

You blushed, putting a hand over your mouth as you looked at him then Dallas.

"Yeah yeah. Met er' at the diner." He rolled his eyes.

You got up and sat on the couch next to Dallas.

"Who's she? A girlfriend?" Steve said to Dally.

You looked at him with wide eyes.

You both stumbled over your words, trying to say it wasn't like that.

Steve just laughed.

"Jeez, Dal. If you like her just say that."

"Shut up snaggle tooth. I don't wanna hear it." Dallas just brushed him off before looking at the TV.

☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆

It's been 5 weeks and you and Dallas are closer than you have ever been close with someone.

"Hey Y/n. Wanna go to the bar or somethin'? I'm real bored, man."

You looked at Dallas, before rolling your eyes with a smile.

"You're always bored." You said, grabbing your shoes.

You two walked over to Bucks, playing around on the way there.

You turned around, realizing that Dallas wasn't talking your ear off.

"Dally?" You said, looking behind parked cars.

You saw the alley way. It was dark and you hated it. You were scared of the dark.

You walked closer, hearing noises in the distance.

You screamed when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Dallas I'm gonna fucking kill you!" You said, punching him hard in the shoulder.

"Ow. Watch the guns, babe." He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"You know I hate the dark. Why would you do that?" You asked, looking anywhere but into his eyes.

"Hey, Doll. I was just playing around. Come on, you know it was funny." He said, making you smile slightly before punching him in the shoulder again. This time playfully.

"See? What'd I tell ya?" He said, jokingly grabbing your nose before you swatted his hand away.

"Come on dally. Let's go before it gets any later." You said, looking around, seeing darkness from the distance, a chill being sent up your spine.

He chuckles before wrapping his arm around you.

"I ain't gonna let nothin' happen to you. You know that." He mumbled before walking towards Buck's with you under his arm.

It was taking forever to get there. It even started raining as you two were walking.

"Dal, I told you we should've took the car." You said, hitting his arm playfully. Both of you dripping with rain water.

"Yeah yeah. You just love being right don't ya? He smirked at you, wrapping his jacket around himself more as he shivered.

Your band T-shirt was almost see through, but it wasn't too bad since it was red.

"You just love being wrong don't ya?" You said, mocking his accent.

He glared at you playfully.

"Ha. Ha. Shut up." He flicked your ear. He noticed how your hair dripped with rain water, looking at you with admiration.

"You alright, dal-"

You two were cut off by a figure approaching the two of you.

"Dallas Winston? Is that you? What are you doing on this side of town, huh?" Bob said, taking a drink from his flask.

"Damn it." Dallas said under his breath.

"Look man. I don't want any trouble while I have my lady friend here. We're just passin' through, man." He said, staring him down nervously.

"Oh yeah? Where you from, doll? I haven't seen you around." He said, looking at you.

You didn't appreciate him calling you "Doll." And apparently Dallas didn't either.

"Um..Africa." You said quietly.

"Okay well you should just go back to Africa sweetheart. This ain't the place for you. Do you know who you're out here running with? Just look at em'." He sneered.

"Just ignore it, doll." Dallas said, grabbing you gently, pulling you away from Bob.

You balled up your fist as he continued to talk as you walked with Dallas.

"Dallas Winston is a bad man. You are better off on our side of town. Not with those losers."

You turned around, swinging a punch right to his nose.

"Don't you ever talk about my friends. I don't know you and you sure as hell don't know me. So step off." You paused before saying something else. "And if you have a problem with Dal, you have a problem with me." You wiped the blood from your knuckles before walking up the Dallas hurriedly, Bob ran off.

Dallas was shocked, but more so in love.

"Why- how..oh my God, Doll. You coulda' got hurt. The fuzz coulda' taken you away." He said looking at you with concern, checking you to make sure you were okay.

"Dal, I'm fine. I just don't like when people talk about my friends." You said, looking at your knuckles.

He smiled, hugging you, the sky starting to rain again.

You smiled, before hugging him back.

"You know. That kind of turned me on." He said, making you playfully smack his head.

"Dallas!" You covered your blush.

"What? Just sayin'" He smirked, wrapping his arm around you as the rain poured down.

"Real cute, Dally." You playfully pinched his cheek before he swatted your hand away.

Warnings; fluffy lovely cute stuff that I vomited out from my head somehow and the possible uses or ^Nigga^ and AAVE in readers' head |reader has a past life |Fictional beings |A little bit dream core and a backstory |reader has a dream world |a little angst if u squint on this chapter.

Xiker’s POV

Yechan walks into the room. “Is she up?” “Does she know? “Did she eat?” does she like it?” Greeted by a wall of questions “No.” he answers. “WHAT?” “Relax she is awake, we will have to explain together and also, I told y’all this was too soon. Yechan says knowing their fate. “Way too fucking soon” Y/N deadpans making the room uncannily quiet. “Do you guys know you’ve been watching the chromer as well? I don’t think you know this but my girl has my location and is probably tracking you. “She’s not,” says Sumin. “She’s with us”. “What do you mean?” “She has been with us for a while” voices Seeun. “Why should I believe that?” You say hoping to get something from them. “We know the Outlaws as well though they never mentioned you we found out you are somehow connected to them,” says Minjae.

“That’s because you two have already met.” Hongjoong intervenes stepping inside the room making this not make sense to you however you were more excited to see a specific member. “Mingi is over there” You look at Hongjoong with worry before you timidly go outside the room. There you see Yunho, Mingi, Wooyoung, and San. Hyunwoo shortly follows you out of the room unbeknownst to you. You walk over to Mingi and hug him. You hug him so tightly he can tell you’re scared. “Don’t worry yourself flower, they are not harmful as you think they are. They only did this to get you away from trouble.” You only nod against his chest and he hugs you back giving you time to relax. “The little faerie must’ve been startled all this while. We need to tell her first,” Yunho says. Mingi lets go of you breaking the hug and leads you to Xiker’s dining room. You sit at the table ready to listen for what they have to say. “So Xikers are just like us but they can travel anywhere They are X-hikers and they’re getting used to this otherworld stuff like you.” San says “Ok but why am I here though- “We’ll get to that,” Wooyoung says cutting you off.” Xikers were

e chosen by X for his purpose at the same time You Finished building your world. The way things go upside down connected your world to theirs when the chrome was found with you instead of us. They’ve known you as long as you’ve known the chromer so you can travel to us at sunset or sunrise but they can access your world from the chromer.” “You’re saying that Nemu might be real as well?” “ I’m saying Nemu has manifested completely and is looking for you In a world.” You freeze the words that fell from his lips making you overthink it {pls don’t do this <3} an unavoidable panic settles in. “Is she ok?” Your voice comes out in a broken squeak that alerted Them of your current state. “She’s in the world? History? I have to go! What if she. No, I shouldn’t be thinking that but how will she… what exactly did she do to deserve this it’s too much I- “A light painful slap is sent to your right cheek making you wince in pain snapping out of that state. “Y/N! she’s no longer a little dragon!” Wooyoung says. You burst into tears and hug him.” Woo you know she is a dragon they’re not going to let her live in peace.” We were pirates once we will find her don’t worry” He pats your head making you calm down for a bit. “He’s right don’t worry little faerie” Yunho says. You don’t look at them rather you just bury your head in Woo’s chest slowly nodding to anything they say.” Can you stay here? I want to know if bringing your bags was a good thing”. You laugh, nodding, which comforts them knowing they did something to make you feel better. “Ok,” You nod” They’re actually nice but the bracelet thing..” “That they’ll explain to you. We have to go now. When you can I’ll leave some boards with you,” Hongjoong says stepping out of the room. “We need to run kiddo bye.” He pats you on the head and you see them out hugging each person as they walk out the door while feeling the sunset breeze on your face wondering how long you’ve been asleep.

A quiet morning of reminiscing first encounters - just a lot of fluff tbh - I ain't good at this or thinking up titles...

Warnings: none? (only very vague mentions of sexiness lmao)

kwelanga yam: my sun

sthandwa sami: my love

Ag (ach): South African filler expression (mostly of disappointment)

Words: 1,734

____________________________________________

T’Challa lies awake, gazing down at his sleeping Queen with an adoration that almost felt suffocating. The smile that stretches across his face could have split it when you hug yourself closer to his side. His fingers trace gently against your spine, marvelling the smoothness of your glowing brown skin - so rich that the Wakandan soil crumbles with envy. In some places, gold ribbons sought the fuller curves of your form; it told him of the war your body has overcome. You are a work of art, the epitome of beauty and he worships every detail of you.

He tries not to laugh at himself. The teasing Shuri and Okoye subjects him to definitely comes from truth. “You are a soft touch, brother,” he remembers Shuri telling him when he had spent the day gushing to her about “the beauty from the market.” After a while, she had him removed from her lab, for he would not “shut up” and let her concentrate.

T’Challa thinks back to the day you both met. It was an unusual meeting and a chuckle rumbles in his chest. You were (and still are) feisty, and as much capable as the Dora Milaje.

____________________________________________

You are at one of the many vibrant fruit stands, palming mangoes, muttering to yourself about their over-ripeness and the ridiculous pricing for such bad produce amongst a sea of quality. No, you are just bitter because your older sister, Bucchi, got out of doing the shopping…

…But also because you can feel eyes burning a hole in the back of your neck. You find yourself frequently turning around, scanning the cheerful melanin-enriched faces surrounding you. Each time coming up with nothing out of the ordinary (other than your paranoia…). Clicking your tongue with growing impatience (because again, that watched feeling has returned and you really don't wanna be dealing with this type of foolishness), you leave the stand in search for another, your empty woven basket tucked protectively beneath your arm.

That's when you feel a sharp yank on your basket, almost enough to make you miss your footing.

“Ehn!”

You're surprised the tugging persists. This fool is brave. The initial shock transforms into anger when you look over your shoulder to find a skinny old man with a stupid smile on his face. However, upon seeing the fire in your eyes and the venom in your voice when you yell, “I will smack you O!”, the man’s grip loosens.

“Sorry ma… Please ma, he-the pr-”

You snatch the basket back, cursing as you leave. All you wanted to do is get fruit and go, but instead, you were fixing to fight an old man.

“Imagine!”

You are not doing this again. You will tell baba about this day and he will never allow you to endure such suffering again, and it will be Bucchi that will have to-

-Your thoughts are stilled by the sudden tap on your shoulder.

It is not often you are stunned into silence, but the man stood before you was a good reason to be speechless.

Prince T’Challa. The Prince is there, stood before you, arms bearing fruit and vegetables. He must have seen the exchange you had with the old man; the amused grin on his face is telling….

… His face…This handsome face is the face that will make you want to recite poems, visit children in orphanages... but also make you want to sin on a Sunday, and daydream of different ways of sinning every other day….

You clear your throat, and maintain eye contact as best as you can. “Your highness. ” You attempt to keep your voice level, but in doing so, your voice comes out with the vague sarcastic edge you often reserve for your sister.

The Prince’s smile doesn't falter, but he begins to shift from where he stands, now cautious. “I cannot help but feel it is my fault you have left with an empty basket,”

You're floored by his voice. Yes, you have heard him speak plenty of times on the tv, but that is very different to in the flesh. His voice on the tv did not raise the skin on your arms. His voice on the tv did not carry the same power his soft tone possessed. The power it had to make you weak at the knees.

You're in an endless spiral, staring at the man before you, observing the way his posture is changing, his amusement returning, but with a sense of bashfulness that surprises you….

That's when you remember what he said, and you are bemused. You welcome the feeling, for fear your longing for the Prince may have been written all over your face. Also, you have been staring for too long. “Your fault?” you manage, your own voice sounding alien with a new found gentleness.

“I believe…if I had not been so distracted, you would not have left so soon.”

Prince T’Challa sighs, seeing his words have not managed to remove your confusion. “I am sorry. I should have requested the favour from one of the children. I did not expect the old man to approach you with such aggression.”

You stare at him, eyes squinted as it finally makes sense to you. So the Prince had been the cause of that watched feeling. The old man was to get your attention.

Ahn, Ahn! You feel bad. You were quick to threaten the old man….No, that was not your fault, you thought he was going to steal from you. All because of a certain shy Prince.

A wry smile settles on your face and you hold out the basket. He empties the fruit into it. You hoist the basket up and place it atop your colourful headwrap. “Eh hen! I see. Well, you are forgiven. ” His relief is palpable, and you still have his undivided attention. So you tease, “I am surprised I was wrong to believe the Prince of Wakanda was a courageous man,”

“Ah…I,” You giggle as he fumbles over his words. And since when do you produce such a sound like giggling? Your laughter is usually throaty, loud, dirty, never this musical nonsense. The Prince is smiling now, and you are gifted with the view of the endearing gap in his teeth. Your heart drops into your vagina.

“Maybe so,” he laughs, taking a brazen step closer to you. If your heart beats any faster, you fear you’ll faint. “Though, you cannot blame me for being entranced by your beauty. It is enough to render any man weak and instill him with the strength of an army,”

You praise God for your skin set deep with melanin; blood rushes to your face at his words. Now you are struggling to find your equilibrium, your palms are moist with sweat, and your legs feel unsteady. However, you are stubborn, and with a defiant lift of your chin, you accept the flirting as a dual. A dual you will not lose. Why are you like this?

“Then I look forward to seeing both sides of the Prince. Often.”

Once again, he is at a loss of words, and yet again, you are making that sound. Giggling. You feel bold, bold enough to take his hand in yours and kiss the back of it, ignoring the way the size of his hand causes your stomach to swim with yearning. When you meet his eyes again, mirth is shining brightly in its cocoa depths.

You curtsey and start to make your way home with an extra spring in your step.

The Prince watches as you leave, astonished. He knew then that he wanted you in his life for as long as he walks the earth.

____________________________________________

Your lips find his collarbone, delicate kisses pressing across the hard expanse of his chest until he finally looks down at you. He had been so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice when you awakened, or when you had placed yourself in his arms, your body draped over his.

“Sthandwa sami, kwelanga yam,” his voice is vaguely singsong in tone, and the gentleness melts you. You feel whenever you look at him, hear him, sense him, your love renews. It's as though you are falling in love all over again.

You can never tire of this man.

Your King.

“By Bast, you will kill me with such an expression,” he smiles, cradling your face. But you can't help how you gaze upon him. You have never loved someone so deeply.

“Then I will have Shuri clone you, maybe she can sort out the error you experience. The freezing, abi?”

He exaggerates a gasp, his head dodging your hands which attempt to sooth his face as you laugh. “Ag, but you said it was cute,” he mutters, pretending to sulk.

“It is very cute, my King. But when you freeze, I swoon, and then we are both incapacitated. Who will run the Kingdom while we are in error mode?”

T’Challa’s grin is so wide, and you can't hold back those girlish giggles. You have come to accept that whenever you are in your King's presence, giggles have become inevitable. For only the King can draw such gentle sounds from you…. Although, he also manages to unearth raw, filthy sounds from your lips that you didn't think you were capable of making.

“There are methods to tackle our ‘error mode’, if you will allow me to demonstrate,”

You lean down to capture his lips between your own. Your lips move in tandem, savouring the taste of one another, but much too soon for T’Challa’s liking, you lean away.

“Later. Let us wash up, we must meet everyone for breakfast,” You are already stepping out of bed, your body bare of materials, but your rich dark skin wears the golden bands of sunlight just as well. You bend over to collect your robe from the floor and your King's wanton groan causes you to grin.

“My Queen...We can spare another hour, hm?”

This has become routine - next he will try to get out of the bed as quickly and quietly as possible, so that he can pluck your robe from your grasp. Then his eyes will take their sweet time raking over your body, relishing every curve, causing your south to liquefy. Then he will pull you into his embrace, but you have already given in by then because those beautiful eyes have convinced you that a few hours are needed.

Attention, attention. .we have a new admin writer named Emmanuelle, or Emma for short who writes for plus sized!African/Black readers!

You can check out her blog here @plussizeappreciationfics and if you would like to make a request just drop it in the ask box. Emma writes for the MCU but won’t write for underage characters like Peter Parker. She also writes for most celebrities and singers with the exception of married men, abusers and molesters. If you would like to make a request for Emma, the first thing you should put should be: (Character Name) x Plus Sized!African/Black Reader and continue on with your request.