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Evan Peters x BIWOC!Reader - “Natural Beauty”

LOOOOve THIS request, I don’t have gorgeously thick, textured hair, but I really wanted to do this request and I did a bit of research for it. PLS pls correct me if I said anything that wasn’t right. I wanted to write it in a way that Evan wasn’t fetishising your natural hair, but instead appreciating it for its beauty. I hope I did your request justice, enjoy <33

*2nd person POV*

Words: 836

“What are you doing?”

Evan came up behind you, resting on the bed as you sat in front of your large mirror, spraying your hair as you separating one braid from the other. It was time to take out your braids. Your hair appointment was booked for midday tomorrow, and you wanted to sleep at least one night without the pull of them. Evan had only ever seen you with braided hair, and he’d been constantly bugging you to let it sit naturally .

“Taking out my braids?” You said in a questioning tone, as if it was obvious.

“Really?” he replied, getting off the bed and sitting behind you in front of the mirror, his legs open on either side of you.

Evan watched intensively in the mirror, his back rested against the bed, as you parted each braid. Evan even leant forward at times and finished parting your braids on one side once you showed him how, making the process a lot quicker than usual. You let out a sigh in relief when it was all done and you could run a hand through your hair again.

Evan did nothing afterwards but stare, his eyes set on your reflection as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“What?” You asked, turning around and facing him, throwing your hands down in confusion. It wasn’t that you were insecure of your natural hair, but Evan’s silent staring was beginning to annoy you.

“I fucking love it, you’re so so beautiful,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and resting a head on your shoulder, his eye contact not wavering.

Your cheeks burnt bright red as you lowered your head, too flustered and flattered by his compliment to look at him anymore, any feelings of being annoyed instantly gone.

“Really?” You asked, finally looking back up at him. He got up from his position behind you on the floor, coming around to the front and taking both of your hands. He pulled you up to stand, and ran the backs of his fingers gently across your cheek.

“Why are you even questioning it? Look at my fucking girl, no one is as lucky as I am,” he confirmed, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on your nose.

“Ev..” you trailed off, not knowing what to say to his heartfelt compliments. He always knew how to make you feel special, and right now in particular, you felt like you were being put on the highest pedestal there was.

“You’re not going to that appointment tomorrow,” he teased, his hands resting on your hips as his forehead leant against yours.

“Oh yeah? Why not?” You teased back, your hands resting on his firm shoulders as he looked down at you.

His hands travelled to the small of your back, and then to your ass, grabbing both cheeks and squeezing them hard.

“Because, I need to see more of natural haired Y/N, because if I’m being honest, it’s really fucking hot, and you just look- pleasantly you,” he licked his soft lips, a laugh escaping yours as you slapped his shoulder lightly.

“Oh is that so?” You asked, your lips ghosting over his as his breathing got heavier.

“That is sooo fucking so,” he replied before finally, his lips were on yours. You kissed back, tangling your fingers in his curly hair, pulling from the roots as his tongue entered your mouth. He groaned into the kiss, you knew he loved having his hair pulled.

Moments later, he’d picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he backed you both onto the bed, dropping you down as he crawled on top of you.

He rested his hips against yours as he laid between your legs, the erection in his sweats too obvious to ignore.

You broke the kiss for a moment, laughing lightly as he groaned from the loss of contact.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You joke, as he gave up on your lips, and trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck instead.

“Oh me? Trying to get into your pants,” he replied with an amused smile, reaching up again towards your lips and pressing another kiss to them.

“It’s working, but I also need to wash my hair now that it’s out,” you tease, seemingly giving him the green light to strip you of your top and reach around to your back to unclasp your bra.

“Then let me come in the shower with you,” he worked at taking off your pants as his lips returned to kissing your neck.

“Fine, but you’re using your fingers to detangle my hair,” you jokingly threaten, as he sits up on his knees, his eyes raking over your almost naked body in hunger.

A friend (@ripperdoc-is-daddy) asked me for a comfort fic because she was feeling out of place. So for anyone else who feels a little different because of their background, this js for yall.

Characters - Okoye, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers

Warnings - Honestly there aren't any. Maybe a little bit of identity crisis

Summary - Bipoc!reader training with the Dora Milaje feels out of place because she wasn't born in Wakanda.

Words - 798

Masterlist

The bright colors and unique architecture of the markets in Wakanda are beautiful as you pass through them, but you feel detached and out of place. Your brain repeats over and over that you don't belong here. These are not your people. This is not your home. You know better, but you can't help from feeling it.

You walk past booths of various goods like fabrics, spices, even a cute little basket shop but also vendors selling advanced tech and impressive armor and weapons. It was an interesting mix of people and items. You run your hand across a beautiful piece of handwoven cotton before turning around and walking back toward the palace. There was some big to-do about the Avengers showing up today and regardless of how you were feeling you didn't want to miss it.

You were sitting on the balcony of your room when the Quinjet landed. They were the reason you were here so it will be nice to see them again. You watch them offload from the jet and make their way into the palace after meeting with Ramonda in all her glory on the terrace. Little did you know, they were asking about you before they even got past the doors.

You hear voices in the hall a few minutes later "Y/N? Last I saw she was in her room. Down at the end of this hall. She has training later so don't hold her up too long."

There's a gentle knock on your door. "Y/N?"

You get up to answer your door, even though you don't particularly feel like company at the moment.

On the other side of the door is Steve, Sam, and Okoye. Okoye grimaced, "I'm sorry, y/n, but they insisted. I still expect you to be in training on time. Don't let these two cause a problem."

"Yes, ma'am," you nod at her, knowing she'd go harder on you if you were late. She turned on her heels and returned down the hallway without another word. The boys grinned at you.

Steve wraps you up in a tight hug. "We haven't seen you in almost six months, how's your training with the Dora going? Settling in well?"

From behind him you hear Sam interject, "Kicking ass and taking names, right?"

You sigh heavily, wishing you could tell them that everything was great and perfect, but it wasn't. You gesture for them to find places to sit and close the door behind them. Both men sit their shields down by the door, clearly having not even stopped by their rooms before coming to see you. 

"I don't know. I just….feel out of place. I know this should feel like home but it doesn't. They treat me differently. Like I'm…not enough because I wasn't born Wakandan. I'm an outsider. It's…rough. It's nice to see you guys again though. I see there was an exchange of shields while I was gone. Nice job, Cap." You smile and nod at Sam.

"Eh, that old fossil over there didn't want it anymore and dropped it on me. I couldn't really say no," he smirked, "Now what's this about you feeling out of place? We brought you here to train with the Dora because you are badass. You can out-fight half the people in this building."

"I know…I know. I just feel like it's not enough for them."

They walked over to sit on either side of you and wrapped an arm around you tightly. "You will always be enough. It's not your fault if they can't see that yet. The people here are very private and very proud. They just take some time to warm up. You are one of the strongest people we know. Keep your chin high, be just as proud, and they will recognize it. Even if it takes them a minute. I promise." Sam massaged your shoulder a bit before they both wrapped you in the biggest bear hug you have ever felt. "Seriously. Never feel like you're not good enough. We brought you here. If you weren't good enough, we wouldn't have done that, right? So chin up, back straight, March into that training room and show them that even though you weren't born on Wakandan soil…even American black women can kick ass. Knock Ayo on her ass a couple times for me, would ya?" Sam grinned before finally letting you go. Steve holds the hug for a minute longer before doing the same.

"You've got this. You belong here. You belong anywhere. And if anyone says a damn word, they can talk to us or Ramonda about it. Got it?" Steve said firmly.

Somewhere between your laughter and your tears you grin. "Language."

- haley-h0tchner

oh yeah hotch is definitely the person where if you’re a racist asshole he won’t hesitate to completely deck them

5. When I get like this I can't be around you (Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled)

CW: pretend the rona doesn’t exist. bipoc!reader. Related to my Konency fics.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ia-He_c4020 <- wine dance similar to what is mentioned.

@hookingminor @sortagaysortahigh

Perfumery

Jewelry

Pottery

Mural art

languages

Etc.

Or they even come as a portrait photographer/painter

Omg bonus I just thought about 🥺 Aaron buying you and your baby daughter matching bonnets and Jack feels left out and he asks you two why he can’t wear the fluffy hat on his head as well 😭🥺

not me using cantu products on my hair- 🧍‍♂️ (then again i have 3a hair and it doesn’t have super tight curls so 😂)

but seriously aaron becoming literally way too well versed in curly hair care is like a guilty pleasure of mine cause like less work LMAO

but i can imagine him almost treating it as something he can profile and study and then he knows almost too much about it and you don’t have to worry about leaving your little girl with him because now she can go to school with the cutest braided or twisted hair and the man has learned from HOURS of practice