In My Culture, Death Is Not The End, Its More Of A Stepping Off Point. You Reach Out With Both Hands

“in my culture, death is not the end, it’s more of a stepping off point. you reach out with both hands and bast and sekhmet, they lead you into a green veld where… you can run forever” -t’challa udaku

rest in power chadwick

What if...? (2021- ) // Episode 2

Chadwick Boseman as T'Challa aka Star-Lord

strangers again

pairing: steve rogers x black!reader

summary: you and steve had a lot of changes in your relationship but you never intended to end up at square one again.

warnings: strangers to lovers and lovers to strangers trope, injury and memory loss.

a/n: y’all probably hate me for all of the sad ass content i have been writing lately but i swear i’m just trying to get all of the ideas out of my head while they are still there.

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strangers to friends

“do you mind if i sit here” i looked up from my computer to see a man with beautiful blue eyes looking at me. “sure” i smile at him and he takes the seat across front me.

“so what brings you here captain” i smile as he chuckles “just wanted some coffee before going back to my superhero duties” i laugh at his response before really talking a good look at him, he’s beautiful, his jawline is perfect, eyes a beautiful blue, and his lips full and soft.

“did anyone ever tell you about stranger danger?” his question makes me laugh “yes but you are a stranger who looks like he doesn’t mean any harm” he smiles at my respose “and besides you aren’t really a stranger to me if anything you should be worried about me, i could be a supervillain just waiting to kill you” he raises an eyebrow with a small smile “and are you” he asks “oh absolutely not” we share a laugh.

we had been talk for what felt like hours, he was incredibly funny and kind. he told some amazing stories but also listened to mine, i could tell he wanted to have a conversation on anything other than aliens and saving the world.

his phone went and his smile slowly disappeared “duty calls” i nod as he gets his things together. “before i go is it ok if i get your number” i smile and nods before writing my name and number down on a napkin, i hand him the napkins with a smile. “good luck cap” he smiles and nods before walking out of the coffee shop.

friends into lovers

i walked throughout the hospital look for steve’s room, sam had called me telling me that he had a fight and that he got beat up pretty bad. i look around until i found the number and walked into the room quietly, i saw steve laying in the hospital bed unconscious.

i closed the door behind me before looking over at sam “how is he” i ask as fear spread through my chest. “he’ll be alright he’s just unconscious right now” i nod before walking over the other side of his bed.

after a while sam left and i was still in the room, the nurse brought me a blanket and some snacks for the night. i eventually got tired so i laid my head on the side of his bed and drifted off to sleep.

**

i felt a hand shake me gently and i whined before pushing it away, i heard a chuckle i recognized and opened my eyes. i turned my head and saw steve smiling at me “morning sleeping beauty” i smile as he chuckles.

i hesitantly put my had on his face and rub his cheek gently “you alright” i ask and he nods “i’m fine sweetheart” he asssures and i nod as the tears i had been holding in fell. “hey hey don’t cry” i wipe my tears before sniffling “i’m sorry i just thought i was going to lose you an-“ before i could finish he kissed me, the kiss was gently and passionate.

we pulled away in need of some air, we smile at each other before giggling like little kids. “i’ve been meaning to do that for a long time” i smiles as he touches my cheek and rubs it.

“i love you y/n”

“i love you too steve”

my phone rang as i was driving, i was at a red light so i picked it up and saw tony calling me. i answered it and put it on speaker “hello” i pressed the gas pedal as the light turned green “y/n we need you to get back to the compound now it’s steve”

without saying a word i turned around in the middle of the street and made my way to the compound, i broke about every traffic law there was to get to the compound.

when i got there i didn’t even bother to park right, i got out of the car and ran towards the medical ward. when i got there i walked into the room and saw everyone surrounding the bed steve way laying in, i walked towards him and saw that he was beaten pretty badly.

everyone moved out of my way and i sat down in the chair next to the bed like i had done many times before, i held his hand and rubbed it with my thumb. he looked over at me and i smiled as a tear of relief fell down my face.

he pulled his hand way from mine and my smile dropped, i look at him with a confused expression “who are you ?”

and strangers again

ways writers can be inclusive 101

“my cheeks turned pink in embarrassment” → “my cheeks heated in embarrassment”

“his hand ran through my hair” → “his hand ran over my head/hair”

“her bright pink pussy” → literally anything else

stop using mood boards of only white couples/children (heavy on this one)

using children names like eveleigh ann (do i need to explain..)

her hair was put in a messy bun/her long silky hair…

Respectfully, I know it’s just fanfiction, but if you’re going to write reader insert fics then do the bare minimum of making sure it’s actually inclusive and not white coded. Many of us shouldn’t read an x reader fic and imagine a white woman every single time. Stop taking criticism from bipocs, saying your writing is not inclusive, as hate. Let go of the mindset that having a bipoc in your writing means they have to go through some racial struggle or you must talk about their culture (a lot of bipocs don’t know their culture/where they came from). It shouldn’t make you uncomfortable to write them in your stories, we’re normal people too. If it does maybe a reflection is meant to be had. Like i said, it’s just fanfiction and it’s supposed to be fun, but some of y’all are purposefully exclusive and still tag your writing wrong.

And if you can’t handle it, tag ur fic as an oc or white!reader. Because it’s not right for writers to attack people asking for inclusivity and playing victim bc they know they can.

we could’ve had it all

pairing: thor x black!reader

summary: you and thor could have had it all

warnings: angst, death, blood

a/n: i am in no way trying to take away from loki’s death i just wanted to reverse the roles. the reader also has telepathic powers.

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thanos

the mad titan was standing right in front of me, his armor gold and shining in the light of the fire surrounding us. the bodies of asgardian people everywhere, some dead some alive but on their way to death.

thor was laying on the ground next to thanos, he hasn’t moved it what had felt like forever. thanos picks him up by is armor and walks with him towards loki, he drops thor in his knees and looks directly at loki.

loki’s is surrounded by thanos’ childrens, each one of them holding a weapons at them. i kneel to the left of loki as i multitask watching heimdall and the interaction between loki and thanos.

“the tesseract or your brothers head” thanos looks directly at loki “kill away” loki doesn’t even budge as the words leave his mouth.

i look between loki and thor with wide eyes, i can sense loki knows i’m looking at him confused. painful screams leave thor’s mouth as thanos put the power stone on his temple, his screams get louder as thanos presses the stone into his temple further.

i feel myself start to tear up as i watch the man i love scream in pain, “alright that’s enough” loki yells and thanos removes the stone from his head.

“we don’t have the tesseract it was destroyed during ragnorok” i look at thanos as i speak up and he just smirks at me before looking at loki again.

loki raises his hands and the tesseract appears in his hand and my eyes widen in shock, he walks up to thanos and goes to hand him the cube.

out of nowhere hulks tackles thanos startling me, i watch as thanos and hulk fight. the fight ends fairly quickly, hulk is on the ground unconscious and thanos is standing over him.

thor runs up to thanos and attacks him as i discreetly run over to the hulk and attempt to wake him up, i shake his shoulders and tap his face lightly but i get nothing.

i hear struggled breathing so i look up and see thor being lifted up by his neck “no” i scream as i get up and run but one of thanos’ children uses their magic to push me back and up against as wall.

“stop please” i cry as i watch thor struggle in the hands of thanos, thor makes eye contact with me and i know he wants me to connect with his mind.

“i love you y/n” i cry as he repeats the words over and over in his mind “i love you too, so much”. one of thanos’ children shoved a spear through thor’s heart, he screams in pain as they remove the spear and stab him again.

i run away from away from hulk and run over to thor’s body, i drop to my knees and cradle his head. “thor please baby stay with me” i cry as i plead, i pushed the hair out of his face as i gently caress his face.

i moved one of my hands grab his and he squeezed with all of the strength he had left “i love you” he grunts as he tries to mask his pain, “i love you too but you’re not dying, you’re going to live and you’re going to rule asgard along your brother and we’re going to get married and have kids and then grow old” i cry as he smiles at me, that twinkle in his eye still there as he looks at me.

“i-i’m sorry” he coughs and blood pools from his mouth, “it’s okay” i continue to hold his hand as the ship burns around us. “you know i’m happy that you’re the last thing i get to see” the words only make me cry more as he struggles to keep breathing.

“we’ll meet again” his words are barely above as whisper, his body goes limp and his hand drops from mine.

i sink further into the floor and hug his body, as a broken cry leaves my chest. my heart breaking as the love of my life lays lifeless on the ground.

as i cry a memory a memory of thor and i in the gardens of asgard strolling around after dinner.

“you know love we should get married and have kids you know we could have it all”

we could’ve had it all

Am I the only one who wonders why there isn’t more black oc or black!reader fics for peter Parker. It’s obvious what his type is! So why are most of them made for white girls?