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controld3vil · 9 months

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keepin’ it honest

PAIRING: MIGUEL O’HARA X SPIDER!READER SYNOPSIS: you were dead in his universe. but in yours, he wasn’t... NOTES: - im sorry i think i just like oscar isaac a lot. spiderverse was fun to watch though!! but lmk any ideas/requests you guys want for a continuation. - this is inspired by too many nights - metro boomin & don toliver

You knew you were dead in his universe.

Every time he looked at you, Miguel would have a remorseful look on his face. It feels as though his heart shatters the moment he lays his eyes on you. And sometimes you could feel it. The way you sense his longing stare from afar. You can’t help but feel guilty for him. Even if you had no part in his world, that small fragment of your existence makes for it in heartbreak.

Jessica recruited you after one of the first few anomalies emerged. That night, the AI-generated by Lyla was monitoring the busy highways of Earth XXX. New York in your world was much darker, more grim. In clouds of thunder and everlasting rain, your city operated like an old junction train. It had a roughness to it. Everywhere you looked was shattered and torn apart. You could even notice the hot puffs of smoke in apartments. Every structure was distinct with its barred markings and wounds. It carries curiosity for outsiders. With its unpredictable weather and extended nights, numerous events could occur.

Dusk is where danger becomes alive. People were conscious of that. So when Lyla concluded her examination, Miguel and Jessica cautiously tried to locate their Spider counterpart.

You were skeptical of them. Your uncanny sixth sense never failed you. It’s so accurate that sometimes you hoped it was wrong. But in cases like these, you heeded your intuition. The concept of there being alternate versions of oneself, like Spiderwoman, is truly mind-blowing. In all of the same, you were all Spiderman. And there you stood in a back alley, introduced to a woman with a big afro, wearing a black and red suit. And a man with identical attire of dark blue and radiant red markings.

Through a great extent of compromise and explanation, you agreed to help them on their mission.

“When we’re done, you two have to go.” You recall saying with a look of agitation furrowed between your brows. Not that they could see your cold expression - you kept your mask on. But like all Spider men and women, they knew. Miguel and Jessica dart at each other and reluctantly nod, meeting your gaze.

“In and out.” Spider-Man 2099 answers in a mellow fashion. You could sense something was on his mind. His thoughts scattered in an array of emotions. And you do not miss his last second glance at you before Jessica moved to exhibit a miniature hologram.

The mission was finished a couple of hours later, three hours into the new morning. What you foresaw to happen quickly came and ended within minutes in your head. Because by four in the morning, the anamorphic creature had been sedated and taken in by an abundant amount of nets. Strings of bright red and white enveloped them. And as they struggled, the tighter the webs contracted.

Luminous portal morphs behind you like the sunrise. It’s bright and colorful, similar to a coloring book in a children’s library. The altitude of rays glares against your webbed mask eyes. It takes a few seconds to readjust to the brightness as you blink continuously. It’s beautiful. Spiderman 2099 yanks the mindless anomaly across the floor toward the portal. His shoulders stag from fatigue and wounds. His partner took damage as well but heeds reluctantly.

“We appreciate your help back there.” Spider-Man 2099 coughs not so subtly to catch your attention. “Without you, we would have had bigger things to deal with.”

“Sure,” You started, allowing some softness into your voice. “Helping you guys out is the least I could do.”

“You did more than help us out,” Jessica Drew swoops in, crossing her arms authoritatively. “You saved an entire universe. Your powers…”

“How long ago did you say you were bitten?” Her male counterpart interrupts, flexing his shoulder perpendicular to you. Your Spider eyes arched upwards in a confused manner.

“Why is that important?” You could feel the anticipation of what they wanted to request. Do you want to join us? Earth XXX always had its issues, the mistreatment of superheroes, alienated beings coming from outer space, and now alternative versions of Spider-people. New York XXX was your domain to rescue.

Most of your life, after you got bit, was already messy. You were weary. Your job slowly evolved to being a hassle. Every heist and bank robbery felt redundant and pointless. You felt like you were not changing the city for the better good. Although it seemed like an extraordinary possibility, you had a city to handle, a planet to protect. You were the few to endure numerous foreign and military raids. There was so much you would leave behind. You would leave Miguel behind, whom you have driven to protect since your debut as Spiderwoman.

The other Spiderwoman glances at her partner in hesitation until he reciprocates with a nod. “Anomalies have become a huge problem for the last few months. It’s been tough to track them down since there aren't not many of us yet. But we could use all the help we can get. With your abilities, you won’t only be saving a couple of planets but the entire multiverse.”

Spider-Man 2099 eyes down at you. You were in deep thought. He understands and has seen it all. Every Spider person he has met contemplates the same questions and morals. Should they risk it all and follow? What would happen to their world? Should they trust them? For some odd reason, he’s willing to be more understanding. Perhaps he feels strangely nostalgic whenever he looks at you. Because the more he stares, the more he feels a tinge of sorrow in his heart.

“I appreciate what you two are doing. But I’m afraid I can’t.” And just like that, his heart deflates pathetically like a balloon. “I’ve got a whole city to look out for. I can’t leave them behind.”

Both of them sympathized with you. They were the same before assembling the Spider Society.

“You won’t—“

“We understand. Thanks again for your help.” Just like that, he disregards you and pivots to leave. His response was brief with a hint of distraught. On the other hand, his partner shakes her head out of displeasure. Between the two, she was more in tune with her emotions with people.

Jessica offers you a painful grin. “Thank you for everything. Truly I mean it. And if you ever reconsider, always keep a sharp eye on us. We might come to visit sometime.” When the sun waked from its slumber, they were gone. The multicolor doorway was no longer there. Yet every fragment of their fight was still present.

Jessica had hoped to see you again. There was an underlying thread that told her you would join someday. You were a great fighter with capabilities that she and Miguel didn’t have. You were clever with your attacks. On top of that, you were standoffish and did terribly with jokes. For a short exchange, you became someone she dearly looked forward to. And if she didn’t know any better, Miguel’s too.

Gwen was keen to get to know you. Why? With every waking hour in the Spider Society, she notices you. The cafeteria, in the peripherals of her conversation, and every other encounter with other Spider-people. You were there. In the corner of her eye, Gwen detects her sixth sense every time. It’s bizarre but something the teenager picks on. She’s curious about you and your presence. After months of training and going on missions, she becomes quite enamored in your existence as Spiderwoman. Seeing that not many female Spider individuals were reluctant to greet her, all Gwen had was Jessica.

Even with Jessica, her mentor and role model, she wants to be friends with you.

You were just you. It was a surprise that the mass majority were frightened of you. Your background was something that caused many eyes to divert. But Gwen did not mind their avoidant stares and hoped to learn more about you. People say Earth XXX was a disastrous universe with greater casualties than any other. And by assumption, people considered you a bold and terrifying warrior that endured more than you wanted. You’re broody like Miguel and don’t make conversation often. The only time you converse is for missions. In your line of position, you were unjust and tyrannical to most. But to her, you were a strong and dedicated leader.

Gwen fears you. More so petrified if she ever finds you infuriated. There were always whispers and gossip about what you did to your victims on missions. Or forbid if one of the Spider-people violates a direct order. You would be livid to no end. Miguel acts on impulse, and so do you. People don’t know whether you would rip them apart or chuck them out of the building. Yet all the times she’s been to the Spider Society, she had never seen you angry. She thinks she’s not familiar yet to comprehend the nuances of your personality.

After some time, Gwen confirms you do have a heart. It’s crude of people to believe you were raised and born to be this way. She recalls greeting you once. She was returning from another dimension and wanted to speak with Miguel. Her time at the Spider Society was short-lived. Yet she always made it her mission to catch you.

“You’re here to report back to Miguel?” Your soft-spoken voice almost startles her. It’s not as aggressive as she imagined it to be. Her pupils widened, mirroring back at yours. Your dark purple mask was on. The illuminating design compliments your entire suit.

“Yeah! Uh, I just finished another mission,” the blonde nervously chuckles, already internally scolding at her behavior. It didn’t seem to bother you, more so you looked curious.

“How’d it go?” She was almost frightened by how different you were from all the rumors. Your tough exterior was not always apparent, but it did exist. Gwen is impressed by your calm and composed demeanor.

She unconsciously rubs her neck, taking off her hood. “It went well! The anomaly wasn’t very complicated to track. I caught them in a jiffy.”

“That’s… good to hear.” You expressed pondering what to say next. Casual conversation was never your thing. Moreover, interacting with others wasn’t your strongest pursuit. “I’m sure Miguel will be pleased.”

Quickly the young teenager blows a raspberry. “Even if I did everything exactly as he told me, he’d still find a way to blame me.” Miguel was relentless and reticent. He’s extremely particular on missions since he constantly reminds everyone of the risks. Bargaining with the multiverse was treacherous. It concerned considerable unexplored opportunities and what-ifs. If someone did change a canon event, more anomalies would appear to wreck the universe.

You don’t laugh but hum in understanding. It was as if Gwen could discern your smile under your mask. “Uh, so what are you up to with Miguel?”

“I have reports to give back.” You casually respond, dialing the area code. When the lights ensure green, the dark passageway unlocks. It’s eerie and has no source of light coming through it. A few times Gwen has gone through the hallway, shivers traveled down her spine. By now, she’s used to the benign deficiency of light.

A few seconds passed by as you two walked down the hall. The only prominent sound came from the footsteps of your patted suits. A few beeps from computer monitors beam in the alertness of your presence. For a huge office, it lacked capacity. It’s quiet, the luminance of red rays flashing occasionally.

Miguel did not like bright lights, she’d assumed. Because anytime he would be present, little to no brightness came through the building. Even in the long dark hours, he hides in the shadows. In contrast, in the daytime, her leader rarely leaves his office. What catches her eyes is his suit. The red blood linings blaze dangerously. With his mask off, he stands in a rigid position. He’s organizing something on his computer, a report likely.

“Report 82B Lyla,” you command the AI to pull up a document. Gwen is slightly behind you, crossing her arms patiently.

“Gladly.” The auto-generated woman winks at you and waves at the teenager. A yellow screen that the blonde presumes is the data script next to you. You start typing away, already slowly melding into the backdrop. The young Spider can hear murmuring coming from Miguel as he concludes his last paragraph on the monitor. The screen suddenly fades, and Lyla appears back at his side, reorganizing everything per his request.

“Gwen,” he starts before his eyes flicker to you typing. You glance at him before reading over the information on the digital file. He stretches his arms tiredly. “What’s your status?”

“Doing great sir!” She tries to reply jokingly but then coughs out of embarrassment. “The anomaly capture was successful.”

“And the casualties?” Her boss draws up her file before skimming back at her anomaly report. Spiderman 2099 then walks back and forth as a way to focus. He reads what Jessica had remarked on her performance.

“Little to none.” Gwen reaffirms with more emphasis. “He wasn’t difficult to track either. And I caught him easily.” Miguel hums and swipes away her profile. He nudged Lyla to show the screen recording video of the anomaly his associate managed to record of Gwen. The blonde teenager notices he gives her a satisfied look.

“You did good, kid.” With a yawning sigh, Miguel dismisses her before nodding back at his schedule. “You’re good to go. You’ll get notified when your next mission is.” Excitedly, the young Spider girl bounces with a hopeful grin. Even under the mask, you could sense her relief and satisfaction. “Oh, and next time stay hidden.”

“Sure thing!” The young teenager offers him an awkward thumbs-up before backing up to face you. You return her gesture with a little wave. Immediately the file you had in front of you was transferred to your leader. “I’ll see you around.”

The sound of rushed footsteps swiftly evaporates into the void behind. As mentioned, Miguel’s office is dim and gloomy. It was one of the few rooms where no one visited. But it was a great advantage as Gwen shuffles closely by the doorway. When the entrances shut, the lively ambiance she radiated gradually decays, and tranquility immerses.

Your relationship with Miguel bothered her. Because, for the last three months, she has felt an unwanted feeling. She wasn’t sure if it was her intuition or her natural Spider senses tingling to be more wary whenever the two of you were in the room. It was typical for people to consider you and Miguel O’Hara were the same person from different universes. Maybe you were associates from one dimension and knew each other. Gwen did not know for sure. But through persistent questioning from Jessica, Hobie, and Pavitr, she became concerned that the two of you might be something more. Something more personal or private, there was an underlying truth that you came from a parallel background as Miguel. Everyone knew his story, but not many completely understood yours.

Moreover, you scarcely mention your home universe. The most conversed with was the primary details of New York XXX. With its contaminated zones and corruption, your universe was horrific enough. Not once had you been keen to chat about life on Earth XXX, you were avoidant. However, Gwen gathered some details of your personal life. For example, you did part-time at Stark Tech and graduated with a master's degree in Biochemistry. She would have to thank Jessica for that part.

But with no context, Gwen hypothesized something terrible happened to your planet similar to Miguels, if not worse. Did you have a family? You did not care to mention one. With such little information, all she could do was pester her friends. Because she truly wanted to get to know you. You, Spider-woman, the head of security and offensive danger of Neuve York.

So she attempts to attend to your conversation with Miguel O'Hara. If you two even had one, you both were born from the same pod of awkwardness.

“Mission was successful.” You spoke without thinking. It felt automatic for you at this point. It has become a routine for you to report back to him daily.

Lyla pulls up the report file in front of him. “And how did the new Peter do?” Miguel swipes from side to side and scans the content of what you have written.

Between the barricades, Gwen presumed you tightened against the discomfort felt in the room. “He did all right for his first mission,” She could almost imagine the lilac radiance from your suit against the scarcity of sunshine. “The guy’s new, what’d you expect?”

Miguel's face morphs into a scowl, evidently troubled. “I want your personal opinion,” he maintains forcefully, still not making eye contact with you. “Was he adequate for the job?”

Jessica made it a known truth that you were observant of many things. You had a knack for using your super hearing to take in intel and conversations particularly inclined to your line of work. Miguel’s comment about your prestige perception was a “particular asset” for their team. You were good at reading people because he always paired you with recruits. You knew what to say about their character and expertise.

“Like every other Peter, he’s fine,” You redirected your weight to your opposing leg out of irritation.

“Fine,”

“Great,”

“Come on guys! Lighten up the room here!” Lyla emerges on a more oversized screen, raising her arms in the air. “No offense.”

“Look, I just want you to stop giving me recruits for a while, okay?” Out of vexation, you crossed your arms. The grudge you had was beyond a minor nuisance. Not many saw it, including Gwen.

You were aware of the unspoken friction between you and Miguel. It’s become a regular occurrence that reminds you so much of him. But this Miguel was different. What he was capable of and his background was separate. Yet with everything you had given him, Miguel could never look past it. He’s stubborn, something you could never shake off. Nonetheless, you knew you should not bring it up. But your patience was growing thin by the minute.

It was the same dispute with Miguel. A suggestion would come up and be ignored by his eternal night schedule. It’s become a problem for you as you’ve continually sent messages to him in the past, stating your schedule change. Yet he never replied nor mentioned it in person. You did not have time to train recruits. You had other places to be.

“Someone else can train them.”

“I think it would be better if you took them,” the brown-haired male sneers under his breath. His snarky remark does not bypass Gwen or your ears. “You’re in charge of security for a reason.”

“Head of security means I have more things to take care of,” Your wide arachnid pupils contracted in a sarcastic arch. “You’re holding me here.”

“So what if I am?” What was he getting at? Gwen did not understand what her boss was thinking. There was a quick pause until your padded feet strode forward. Your suit’s soft footing made a minimal sound that not even Gwen could hear. What she could concur was your jagged breathing.

“What if you are..?”

“You’re the only person who knows Neuve York better than anyone else! I need you here for the time being,” Your leader whispers your name as if it was a last resort. He rarely calls you by your alias matter of fact, no one did. “Look, we have bigger things to deal with right now.”

“Funny, you never mentioned these "things" before.” It sounded like a scornful blow. Because while you were one of the more skillful Spider-people, you rarely participated in group settings. You preferred to work alone or sometimes with another person. There was never an in-between with you. Perhaps it's the reason why Miguel was persistent in your mentoring.

“I want you to stay here all right!” Miguel snaps as he frustratedly pinches the bridge of his nose. A tense silence surged through the room. The walls tremble as though they were alive. With no one around, it feels like you were walking on edge with him, where the world revolved only around you and him. Empty and dull. In his domain and lab, Spider-man 2099 sulks and does not say another word. You ponder what he says, it's difficult to put together. You were disappointed in his loyalty and trust. However, you were also unhappy. A bizarre combination.

You realize the pitiful emotion of regret. Your heart cracks at the sound of his tremble of words. It seems like he said it for his benefit. It's complicated as it is to follow orders from Miguel. Regardless, you look back at his face. A fleeting flash in his eyes tells you of his remorse. His beating pulse from afar is rapid. The room suddenly feels hot, your hands clench together.

The older Spider-Man grips his hair as a way to calm his nerves. “An anomaly breach has been spotted. Peter B confirmed it. And it should be me and Jessica’s responsibility to oversee it. So I need you here, in charge.”

It sounded like he was pleading, the teenager thinks. When has Miguel been this desperate in a situation? Everything she was hearing made Gwen reflect on everything you two discussed. The way you spoke to each other is distant and discomfiting. You particularly were stiff every time you saw him. And Miguel acted as though you were never there in the room. Like he was purposely ignoring your presence. Yet Miguel was never a person to plead for someone.

You inhaled slowly out of your nose. It is challenging to meet the gaze of your leader as you contemplate his comments. Above all else, you must prioritize what's at stake. Sudden breaches were serious threats. You consider Miguel's course of thinking. It was always he and Jessica to take over when things became chaotic. And it's you that comes last as a backup. It's the way and standard they have decided on. Your leader claims it's better to limit their troops before heading into danger. And Jessica can't help but agree. But you knew, still, you think of his personal feelings as well. Apart from every mission, you know Miguel's true intentions about you. The reason? The answer was as frank as it always has been.

But how insistent he has become and how sullen you felt afterward. With that, you stare up at the platform. “Fine.”

Gwen stops in confusion. This wasn’t the person she knew you as.

Lyla, who has been spectating in the background, observes her boss’s reaction. He seemed out of breath and tense. The very presence of you makes him uneasy. Even so, she could tell he wanted nothing more than to do what was best for Neuve York. If that means making you stay longer, you’d have no choice but to obey. And she wants the best for you. Lyla also hopes and pleads for you guys to reconcile someday.

“Are we done?”

“Yeah… We’re done.” Miguel could his racing heart slow down. He pierces his lips together, his shoulder relaxing.

You hold a grim cast, swiftly turning to march toward the double doors. The atmosphere is heavy from the strained tension. Yet you stand your ground and continue out of the room, never sparing Miguel a glance. Reluctantly, the curly-haired man’s eyes soften in a moment of vulnerability. Your immediate departure left a bitter taste in the room. With no one else in the room, Miguel is finally alone. Again, in his thoughts, in darkness. His heart thumps steadily to know you're away from peril. Even if it meant you would be resentful of him, Miguel's content.

You vanish into the darkness. Your suit has a camouflage characteristic to it. Because you stray further from the doors, you can feel your whole body basking in the absence. And finally, you snatched your mask off in one swoop. With no eyes glaring back at you, your body trembles slightly. You didn’t realize how hot and sweaty you were at that moment. Like a breath of fresh air, you gasped full breaths continuously. Miguel could never see you without your mask. It was a secret in his presence, for his sake and yours.

Out of a fearful situation, Gwen speechlessly heaves in astonishment. Unbeknownst, her hands and body shake. Her big discovery was making her head explode. How couldn’t she have known? You two hid it so well. She believed your dynamic was natural for your similar personalities. But the multiverse was more cruel than she thought.

He cared for you.

The next morning, you were gone. Back onto your universe for a checkup. Because every so often, you receive information from Stark Tech or national news of Earth XXX's well-being. According to Stark, you may be considered reckless because you have an overextended work schedule. Your universe was a different problem. Your body and soul were born in this world. It holds a special spot in your heart.

You were not a full-time superhero. You occasionally helped Iron Man or Black Widow on scouting missions. Though you would say most of your work was predominantly independent. You relished in tranquility in what your jobs provided. Here is your small apartment in New York, where you did not have busy associates bugging you.

Your city was quiet tonight. It brought you joy and ease. After Miguel’s little chat, you wanted to avoid the Spider Society. The heated conversation left a bad taste in your mouth. Now as you flee from Neuve York, you're welcomed to a more comfortable setting. The skies were majestic in your world. Its eternal darkness settles you back into your old life. The stars were out tonight but so tiny. And the honks of pedestrians frazzle your ears. A familiar tune plays outside of your dorm casually on the side of the building. In a world where terrible things happen, it's so peaceful tonight.

Neuve York was never home to you. The people are indeed welcoming and sweet. But it's nowhere near how you feel with New York XXX.

In opposition, Spider-Man 2099 commonly resides at Neuve York. After you decided to join the Spider Society, meeting Miguel became a usual thing. You learned many things about him. Such as his preference for food, whom he tolerates, and his story. Spider-man 2099 is a gruesome man with a tragic background. Disregarding your quarrels, Miguel was the one to recruit you. He was the same person who created the Spider Society and made Neuve York their main base. It was all thanks to him for your tremendous efforts.

Thus, when you walk inside your apartment, you try not to think about him. You flicked the light on and you relished in its comfort. It had been months since your last arrival. You had not felt relief in months due to your recruitment business. Apart from that, you occasionally did missions per Jessica's request. You were the head of security, many things had come up to you in the past year. All else aside, you weren't working right now. You were finally home. In a place where you could find solace. You stroll around, familiarizing yourself with the place. The decorations and furniture lead you back to old memories. Fresh and prepared to do anything. In your younger years, you would be ready for the worse.

Eventually, you changed into pajamas. They were loose but comfortable. The sheer difference from your civilian wardrobe to your Spider suit is two completely different styles. But you weren't Spider-woman right now. You were just you. You were just a lonesome neighbor, wanting to eat.

You discovered there were leftovers in the fridge and reheated it. A random movie was playing that allowed your mind to rest. The concrete table you had in the kitchen had a beautiful set of gray colors. It's marble which compliments the cupboards next to them. You feel nostalgic thinking about it. When you first moved in, nothing in your apartment was the same. You had to renovate everything to satisfy your vision. And as it turned out, your kitchen was one of your accomplished projects.

You look back on the fond memories you had as a young adult. Now years later, your mind and thinking have matured. Many things have changed since you became Spiderwoman. Your life now was on a constant radar. And as you sit down on your couch with a bowl of rice and teriyaki steak, you sigh. Your life was not going to get easier. It would not get more difficult from here. The movie playing on your television catches your attention. A single line from the main character reminds you of what your uncle had once told you.

With great power comes great responsibility.

The morning ran by rather quickly. You didn’t realize how much time had passed until your eyes slowly registered the fluffy covers on top of you. The natural illumination coming from your window displays next to you. You can see the small particles of dust in the air. The world is a blur for you for a moment. Until you awakened in your bed, the scent of vanilla and blueberries distinctly attracted your nose. Your legs slowly lifted themselves to the floor. You note that you don't remember showering or cleaning after yourself last night. You'd assumed you were carried straight to bed.

The sun was so bright and delightful outside. For once New York was not raining today on its cool morning. And rubbing your eyes, you casually walk toward the scent. “Morning,” You yawn clumsily, leaning towards the nearby counter. Unfortunately, you slipped and failed to catch the edge of the table.

Luckily a fast hand reaches out and holds onto your forearm. “Morning, mi amor.”

You blink up and give your savior an adorable smile. “Morning.” In return, he laughs at your drowsiness. Your hair, most likely was a mess. And your face was probably droopy from sleepiness. Not to mention the sweat and dirt you endured from the previous mission.

You were guilty. Even after returning home, you did not take the time to shower yet. “Sorry, I was exhausted yesterday.”

“No need, amor,” your fiancé gives you a sympathetic look, squeezing your bicep, “I didn’t know you would come home so soon. I should’ve set up dinner for you.”

“It's all right.” You wave a hand in reassurance before sitting on one of the stools. “I had some leftovers.”

Your partner flips a pancake and grins. “Yes, I could tell.” There was an underlying teasing tone you sensed. “But don’t worry, that’s why I made you breakfast.” At the word, he places the last pancake on a white plate. Grabbing fresh blueberries from the sink behind, he sprinkles the rest onto the pancakes. Adorningly, you giggle at his gestures of courtesy. In casual clothes, he wears your cute little apron. It has little pink hearts on it. His stature looms over you easily as he leans in with a charming look.

With the maple syrup in hand, you eagerly look at the pancake and then back to him. “Thank you, Miguel.”

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fcknstar · 1 year

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marcuslopez x fem! reader

a.n : this was requested and its been such a long time since ive watched deadly class omfg. im abit rusty in writing him and m vv sorry. i hope this is okay and could go to the suggestive way which m going to make a part 2 of! my taglist!

warnings : intoxication?, suggestive ending

**lowercase intended**

there was only one rule that was greatly feared by the students. “ never kill another student in and outside school grounds. “ it was widely known among students that there was once an incident that happened, the culprit facing grave punishments.

walking back to your dorm to set your thing down before getting lunch was the only thing you looked forward to. you enjoyed eating as much as you enjoyed eating it with your best friend. despite being one of the most respected students here, you didnt care if people gave you the side eye if they caught you being friends with the rats. it was normal some of the royals from other groups to bust down your door to take you to serve you a reminder to never communicate with that “ filthy rat “ you associated yourself with. lex, petra and billy were the only few rats you enjoyed being with. the rest? not really what you are looking for in a friend. of course, being friends with the rats doesnt mean that you get along with every single rat you see. for example marcus. ever since he joined kings dominion, hes nothing but a stuck up bitch. just because rumors has it that he killed an entire orphanage, he thinks that everyone will fear him.

going out of your dorm to meet up with lex, you were met with a hard chest. when the scent smacked you in the face, you knew exactly who you bumped into.

" hey! arent you going to apologize? " marcus voiced out.

ignoring him, you quite literally had to push yourself out of his big figure, dodging him as he tried to push you against the wall. seeing lex in the distance, you called out for him and pretending that marcus isnt trying to kill you. of course, angered by your actions, he tried to scare you off, when the master lins people started pushing everyone into random dorms. to your luck, you were in your dorm with lex. to your luck, marcus was too in it.

" another student have been found dead and im going to find out who. " master lins voice echoed through the empty halls.

" oh my, t's lockdown. well, seems like we are going to miss lunch, beautiful. " lex chuckled.

" beautiful? you? calling her beautiful? are you seriou- " marcus started pestering you, gesturing all kinds of hand signs that nearly looked similar to gang signs.

" well, she is one of the finest women here in kings dominion. hey, you got any glue and a plastic pencil case? " lex started looking around the room for the said items, making marcus frown in confusion.

" its in the drawer in my desk. to the left " you knew lex found it when you heard eager sniffing after a fart-like sound signaling that he emptied the glue out.

" ohh.. " marcus concluded that lex wanted to get high. of course.

it had been afew hours and lex got knocked out after being starved and getting high on an empty stomach. you were on your bed looking through your textbooks for answers to the chemistry equations.

" you know those are really easy to answer. "

" hey, im talking to you. " youve ignored him, not once, not twice but three times.

" would you please shut up? if you want to talk, whisper " glancing at lex snoring softly.

" someones mad. " marcus looked up from whatever book he saw lying around, watching you scratch your head in confusion.

" you know, if you need helP- ouch " marcus was met with a book that was flung into his way. another indication of you wanting him to shut up. he watched the way you looked at lex, giggling about how stupid he looks, lying on the ground breathing slowly.

turning to your side to look at marcus, you huffed.

“ why do act the way you are? acting so high and mighty when you are just a timid rat? “

“ well i did- “

“ didnt burn the orphanage down. fuckface did. “ you deadpanned.

“ ho- how did you.. “ marcus began sinking into the chair, realizing that you had figured him out which scared him.

“ i know who fuckface is, marcus. “ you slowly advance towards him.

“ and something is telling me that he is after you.. for stealing his name.” you ran a finger against his neck, gesturing that fuckface was coming for his head.

“ so, if i were you, id start running. “ you whispered, faces inches from his. lips close enough that if one of you were to lean in, your lips would be connected.

marcus thought it was going to happen, everything you said flew out of his mind as he could only think of you. he would never admit it, but he was greatly attracted to you when he saw you in school. he felt something turn in his stomach, the undeniably annoying heat that he was tremendously feeling. so when you pulled away, he was caught off guard. jumping back onto your bed, you sighed happily, as if nothing ever happened between you two.

“ i know the fucking game youre playing, ( name ) . “ marcus whispered.

“ oh do you now ? “ you smiled softly.

it was when marcus pushed your books away from your bed, moving towards you. once he was in the same eye length with you, he whispered, “ may i? “

it didnt have to be a verbal response, it was plenty to understand that you wanted it too.

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onskepa · 2 months

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Can we get a sully kids x romanian human reader? She speaks english too but her nationality is romanian. In romanian language you pronounce every single letter.

For example

Biscuit - BISKIT (in english)

Biscuit - BIS + CU + IT (romanian)

And they are so dumbfounded about why she pronounces every letter and why no accent.

Hellooooooooo darling~!! Okie so for this I did had to use a lot of google and romanian youtube videos to understand how it sounds. So, hopefully I am closely to being accurate as I can. Lemme know if this is to your satisfaction! Enjoy!

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Simplu

When you learn a new language, and can now speak fluently, you would feel pretty damn proud. To speak it so well and hold a conversation with a native speaker feels very rewarding and opens a new path of possibilities. And that is how the sully kids felt when they were learning how to speak english. While basic, each of them had their own level of learning it. Kiri and lo’ak were super quick to pick it up, tuk is still learning while neteyam is getting there.

However, they are all in the level of holding simple conversations with the science guys. So every time they enter the labs, it's all english and they can't help but flex their vast knowledge of big words. To say, the sully kids were very confident and think they can understand the human language flawlessly.

“M-am întors din călătoria mea!”

Simplu, the name that comes along with a young woman who entered the human lab. Everyone welcomed her like an old friend. Apparently she was, often leaving the labs to risk her life for the sake of learning new things. Mostly about pandora wildlife. Often going out to follow herds or follow distinct animal behaviors to understand them better.

And she was amazing. Introduced herself to the kids. And the sully children were liking her already, with her welcoming aura and contagious smile. They feel comfortable around Simplu, however there is just one problem.

“Nu veți crede ce am reușit să învăț cu unele dintre animale”

She speaks a language called “Romanian”

But when she speaks english

“Hello children, come along. There is so many things I would like to share with you”

Her english is oddly clear yet has an interesting speech pattern compared to the other humans.

“Umm…excuse me?” Kiri nervously touches the shoulder of the young woman. Turning around, Simplu looks up at her “da?”.

“Da…? Im not da” kiri tells, feeling confused. Simplu shakes her head and waves her hand a bit, “oh I am so sorry, yes? Is there something you would like to say?” simplu tells with such patience. Her smile reaches Kiri, making her smile too. “If it is not so rude to ask but….”

“Why do you talk so differently?” Tuk asks abruptly. Neteyam and lo’ak had to shush her. Kiri made a little hiss to warn Tuk, but simplu simply shrugged. “Sorry, its just….we have mastered the English language and can talk well like how I am. Yet, when you talk, from the fluent sounds of words, you sound it out. Every single letter, "Kiri explains.

Putting down a cup simplu was drinking from, her full attention on the children. “Ah, so you are all curious why I sound different?” she asks, all of the kids nodded in unison. Grabbing a little ball of rubber, she begins to play with it. “Well, before Pandora, I lived in a country called Romania, a place on planet earth. Every country there speaks a different language. So, when you speak your native tongue for so long, it takes time to get accustomed to speaking a new language” she explains.

“Oooohhh….the other science guys!” Tuk concludes.

“Yes, correct tuk” Simplu praises, as a little reward she hands tuk a little piece of candy to which the child gladly accepts.

“Yes, so when I speak as I do now, the sounds of the letters tend to be slightly different. I know there are plenty of fluent sounding words, but with my accent, I tend to sound out every letter. When I know I shouldn't but it happens” Simplu explains further.

“So the language you tend to talk in. Is that your native language?” Neteyam asks. Nodding happily, simplu gives neteyam a little piece of candy too.

“Indeed, often the names of a language are named after the place it is mostly spoken in. So, since I lived in Romania, my mother tongue is Romanian. Much like you all, you are na’vi, so you speak the na’vi language. Or, the Pandorian language. Though, it is not as unique sounding as calling it that”.

“So, your language….how do you speak it?” lo’ak asks. Simplu gives him candy.

“Salut prietene” Simplu says.

“S-saoot…pree…prrrreeee….”

The kids were trying their best to copy and learn the Romanian language. But its a lot harder to learn than it seems.

“S-a-l-u-t p-r-i-e-t-e-n-e” simplu sounds out the word more slowly for the sully kids to catch on. But tuk sighs in frustration, “you make it sound so easy! And without your accent too!” she whines.

Deciding to take a little break from their lesson, the sully kids huddle around simplu as she hands out more candy. “Well, I speak my language well. It is just like how you speak in yours, you dont hear an accent. Your voice becomes clear as day. It is used to speaking that way” simplu explains.

“Your language makes the english language look easy” kiri comments. Her siblings agreeing with her.

“Yes, there are many different types of languages to learn from. Some are easy, and some take a long time to grasp. But, since you have mastered one language, I have no doubts you will master the Romanian language” simplu encourages.

Though, a little idea popped in kiri’s head.

“Romania, you said you were from there. Can you tell us what it was like over there?” she asks.

This sparked a new excitement for simplu. Clapping her hands in glee she replies, “well rațele mele mici, let's start with where it is….”

Okie so this definitely was a little challenging. I hope I got the Romanian its down. Hope you all enjoyed this one! See ya!

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Simplu = Simple

“M-am întors din călătoria mea!” = I have returned from my travel!

Nu veți crede ce am reușit să învăț cu unele dintre animale. = You will not believe what I managed to learn about with some of the animals.

Salut prietene = hello my friend

rațele mele mici = my little ducks

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gunpowder-arti · 29 days

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THE CENSUS HAS CONCLUDED!

thank you to everyone who sent in their responses!

results are under the cut:

for context i didn't post it on twitter but i wanted to include that on the off-chance someone reposted it there. but no one did! sad.

interesting that surv and hunter are tied in the vanilla poll, earlier on hunter was far in the lead.

about what I expected, tbh--saint in the lead with 14 votes and arti close behind with 13. big win for... murder enjoyers, i guess

also gourmand came in third which is cool

honestly, i expected fp to have a much higher percentage of the votes than this! but nope, he's got less than half as many votes as moon, at only thirteen compared to her twenty-eight. win for women

not sure what i was expecting here, but it wasn't this! i had no idea sky islands was so popular. although i suppose it makes sense--it's a very nice area aesthetically

also shoutout to the one (1) farm arrays fan

interesting results here! i honestly expected silent construct to score higher, but that's what I get for assuming my personal preferences are universal, I suppose.

i wasn't expecting outer expanse to win out by such a large margin, certainly!

(also, as a note: LTTM [region] is underrepresented here, because i forgor about her until a few days later, meaning that many votes were cast before the option to select her was added. im sorry women)

approximately what i expected, this! i already knew cyans were incredibly popular. not much to say here, tbh

not much to report on here. scagenger

the people love yeek, but they love vulture more, it seems

approx what i expected tbh

also approx what I expected! everybody loves rhinestones

breezing past this one because im not into shipping so i dont have much to say. i do find it a bit funny how artihunter is the only ship what was submitted on its own by multiple people

modding might be over-represented here as by far the biggest server i sent this in was the modding academy. oh well

....and i hit the tumblr image limit. uh. this is continued here! likely, when all is said and done, this will all be copied over there for the sake of cleanness, but I need to get this out today so I don't have much time to fix such things. Sorry for the inconvenience!

#lore pearl #lrwfc #rain world #no id

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gojocp · 7 months

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getting hurt

cw: fluff, mention of character injury, reader lives cuz of plot armor, i have no idea how cursed energy and gojo's techniques work featuring: gojo satoru

a/n: hello!! this has been in my drafts for too long, i just randomly got motivated to start posting more, so i am!! lmk how this is!! also im working on a tangled movie au series thing for geto, so stay tuned!

"how is she?" satoru asks, sitting by your bed.

"she's in stable condition, she'll live. what even happened?" shoko asks, placing a comforting hand on satoru's shoulder.

"well.." he begins recounting the story to shoko.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"yo! (y/n)! let's go!" satoru calls out, waving his arm.

"wait! i'm coming!" you exclaim, chasing after him.

"haha!! that's what she said!" he laughs, pushing your head away with a finger in a teasing manner.

"oh my god.. fuck you." you blankly state.

"when?" he asks, wriggling his eyebrows and blowing a kiss to you.

"ugh.. you're the worst." you state, half-jokingly.

"sure, sure.. anyways, let's kick this curse's ass!" he says, stretching his arms as you near the location of it.

and someone got their ass kicked! just not the curse.

you immediately charge into battle, sword in and ready to cut the curse into bits.

"watch out!" satoru exclaims, noticing the curse preparing to attack.

you notice and dodge, cutting its arm off but getting flung by its other. landing near satoru, you watch as the curse regenerates it's arm, and the arm you cut off grows into a slightly smaller version of the curse itself.

"what the fuck.." you mumble, gripping the handle of your sword tighter.

"it can regenerate... you probably, have to kill the main body. go after the small one, i'll exorcise the big one." satoru says, giving you a reassuring smile and charging off.

'man, he doesn't even wait.' you think, running towards the smaller one and slicing where it's heart would be. creating and infusing a dagger with cursed energy, you lodge it into the curse and remove your sword. the curse blows up from the inside out, getting blood all over you, and fades away.

the bigger version doesn't seem to appreciate it's baby getting blown up and ignores satoru to attack you. letting out a large shriek, it slams you into a tree before you have time to process it and knocks you out, leaving a crater in the tree.

"(y/n)!" satoru yells out, worry etched onto his face. he takes the curse's distraction as a chance and uses 'blue' to take out the curse.

he runs towards you and picks you up in his arms bridal-style, carrying you back to shoko to get you healed.

"you should get yourself checked out too, those cuts will get infected otherwise." shoko says, after treating you.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"and.. yeah. that's basically it." with that satoru concludes his story.

"yeah, pretty much.." you say groggily, hearing part of his story as you gradually wake up. satoru seemed too focused on his story to notice it.

"i'll leave you two alone.." shoko says, throwing a wink your way.

"how are you feeling..?" satoru starts, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. "how's your back?" he continues.

"i feel like shit. what about you?" you ask, wincing as he helps you sit up.

"(y/n).. you scared the shit out of me babe, i'm so serious." he states, holding your hand and placing a soft, shaky kiss on your knuckles.

"sorry.." you smile sheepishly. "you get the curse?"

"yeah.." he replies. "i'll get you some water, wait here."

"okay.. i love you.." you say, shooting him a reassuring smile.

"i love you too," he responds, returning your smile. and with that, he makes his way to the classroom to fetch your water, humming a tune along the way. .・。.・゜✭・.

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feralforfrank · 2 years

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LOVE CONFESSIONS IN THE DARK.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary you've been tasked to grab your clean clothes from the laundry room during a storm. little do you know, a certain someone has a similar task.

cw ANGST, but it's the last time. FLUFF. kind of bad writing. storms, thunder, the dark. feelings!!! miscommunication fr, definitely not how the navy operates, but idc. NON-DESCRPTIVE READER. TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

a/n THE LONG AWAITED LAST PT3 IS HEREEEE. im feeling kind of...weird about the ending. i like it, but i dont love it. i hope you peeps enjoy it, though!! sorry for taking so long to write and post it :/

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Sunday noon came around quicker than you wanted it. You'd slept until eleven and elected to stay in bed until it was time to eat. When that time came, you ate Penny's homemade burritos that Nix had sneaked in without the boys seeing.

The two of you ate in your bed and then laid back down. Phoenix was literally on top of you, her hands supporting her head. If Hangman were to walk in now, he'd never let her live this down. Badass Nix with messy bed hair, practically cuddling her heartbroken friend. It was a rare sight.

"I'm exhausted, Nix. I wish I'd never opened my goddamn mouth." You sighed, rubbing your temples.

You were tired. After your confession, you raced back here, flopped under the covers and cried, much like the night before. You wanted to take everything back—every word, movement and facial expression. Rooster hated you, and that was the only way you could get close to him—the hatred—but now you've shattered that wall.

He doesn't like me. I ruined whatever connection we had. Fuck that stupid mouth of mine. Why did I have to react so poorly both times? He's not mine. I want him to be mine. No. Yes. Fucking hell, this headache. Can't we go back to normal—our normal? That has been your train of thoughts for God knows how long, and it was seriously tiring you out.

"Everything will work out for you. Rooster is full of surprises," Phoenix responded reassuringly.

You looked at her weirdly. "What kind of fucking riddle is that? Have you lost your mind?"

She just laughed, sitting up. "Shut up. I know what I'm saying."

You were about to reply when the screech of the bunkroom door caught your attention. "Oh my God!" Fanboy shouted, closing the door again. "Am I interrupting something?"

You snorted. "Have you never heard of knocking?" You yelled back.

"What are you doing on top of each other, man?" He sounded traumatised. You giggled.

"None of your business!"

"Whatever, man. I came in to tell you it's going to storm real hard soon. Prepare for a blackout."

"Okay, thanks!" You hear the shuffling of feet moving away from your door and groan.

Phoenix makes a move to stand up. As if she knows what you're thinking, she speaks up. "I'm not going."

"Oh, please, Nix! You know how much I hate it down there! Especially if it's storming out," you whine but to no avail.

"You're in the Navy, for Christ's sake. And it's a quick job. Go in, grab the clothes, and come back. I already put them in the dryer. You only have to fetch them."

You groan but get up as well, blindly searching for your phone and earbuds. If you were going in that dark, scary laundry room, you'd at least do it your way. And who's a better companion than Taylor Swift?

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It was early in the evening when all lights shut off. The heater in your room stopped groaning, and you concluded that the expected blackout was happening now. Nix was sleeping in her bunk above you, and you sighed. You'd put off going to the laundry room in hopes of Natasha changing her mind, but there was no way you were getting out of it now.

You really didn't want to face Bradshaw, and there was a big chance you would in the hallways. Unfortunately for you, no one has invented time travel yet, so you're destined to bump into him at some point. You work together, for fuck's sake. It's impossible to ignore him forever.

So, you gather yourself, put a hoodie over your t-shirt with the nearest civilian shoes, and plug your earphones before pressing play on Taylor Swift and blindly find the door. The backup generator is up and running, for the hallway lights are on.

A few people are conversing and leaning on their bedroom doors. Some greet you with a nod and a smile, and you shoot them one back, ducking your head so as not to be spotted by your friends—who are likely hanging out with Rooster.

You arrive at the laundry room and immediately get to work. There's no one else in here, and it's cold. You feel like a child, shivering in fear as if a ghost will pop up from a corner. The music is blasting, and you're grateful, for the eeriness of this place makes you jumpy. Fuck, it's so dark.

Unbeknownst to you, Bradley was also on laundry duty. He'd put it off as much as he could, even paying Hangman to do it once. He hated the silence in that freezing room and how far away it was from everyone.

So, here he was, trying to walk as quietly as possible; so no admiral ghosts pop up to scare him. Lucky for him, he only had to put them in the bin, press a few buttons and be out of there in seconds.

He's startled when he sees you. Well, he spots your back, but he knows it's you. The unmistakable Taylor Swift tune reaches his ears. Bradley leans against the doorframe, watching as you bop your head and slightly move your hips while you hum the lyrics.

He chuckles. Your undying love for the singer was the cause for your callsign, although not many people knew that. You made up a story about how quick you're in the air—that's why people call you that. But he knows.

And he loves his knowledge over that little detail about you because it's so significant. Bradley loves memorising things about you—from how you struggle to french braid your hair to how you like Heineken beer more than Corona because you don't like the stupid connection it has to Fast and Furious.

I miss you. The words are on the tip of Rooster's lips, but he doesn't dare say them. He wanted to give you space and time to rethink your words because—surprise, surprise—he's been in love with you for God-knows-how long. And he wants you to love him back, truly, but he doesn't want to freak you out. So, he'll gladly settle with watching you dance to Taylor while trying to hide the fond smile taking over his features.

A loud crack of thunder startles the both of you. The place goes completely black. Bradley moves off the doorframe, but you drop the half-filled basket with a gasp. A soft fuck��escapes your lips, and Bradley decides to close the distance between you and help.

His hands look for your waist, wanting to help you up. He hadn't thought about how isolated you were from the world. You don't have time to move away from the hands circling around you, and a yelp escapes your lips when you hit something solid. One earbud falls off in the process.

You fight to move away and swat the person—God, please let it be a person and not an actual fucking ghost—with a shirt. You cry for it to get away, but the arms find your waist again while the person hushes you.

Bradley. It's Bradley. He's holding you tightly, shushing you, and you gulp deep breaths, trying to calm down. Your heart beat fast from what has happened, and because holy shit, Bradley Bradshaw is holding you.

You have to move away—your skin is on fucking fire. So much for ignoring him.

You push him, turning on your phone's torch. "What the fuck, Bradshaw? I almost had a heart attack." You hit him with the shirt you're still holding.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I was here to do my laundry, but the lights went out." He leaves out the part where he watched you dance. "I heard your basket fall, and I wanted to help."

And suddenly, oxygen is no longer making its way to your lungs, and your whole body is tense. Bradley is right here, in front of you, staring at you with his hands on his hips. And he also knows how you really feel about him. He has to go now.

"You, uh, you can go do your thing," you stutter, pushing your hair out of your face, your eyes never finding his. "I'll finish this on my own."

"No." It's nothing but a statement. "I'm not leaving you all alone down here."

Your heart warms, and the corner of your mouth lifts oh-so-slightly.

"Aren't you doing your laundry?"

"Fuck that. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Alright." You get back to picking your clothes out of the bin.

The silence between you lies somewhere between tense and comfortable. You feel at ease with Rooster here, knowing that no harm will come to you before him, but you can't help but feel awkward since he knows about your feelings now. The lights turn back on, and you have to make your blush disappear before he notices.

You ignore how your stomach turns—butterflies and anxiety—and close the washing machine bin's door when you finish. Well, you at least try to. The door won't latch, making you look like an idiot pushing the washing machine for no reason.

"Here, let me help." Oh my fucking God.

Rooster is hovering above you now, his hand replacing yours. He pushes the machine's door hard, and you hear the satisfying click.

You can feel his breath down your shoulder, but you try not to tense. Your head spins to him involuntarily, and your eyes meet his. Your eyes fall from his eyes to his lips, and he does the same. Oh my God. Does he want to kiss you?

Your question is answered three long seconds later by him crushing his soft lips onto yours. It's like how all those novels and poets describe it. Instant fireworks. Your body tingles, and your heart pounds so hard that you think it'll rip off your chest. His hand encircles your waist, and you tighten your hold around a random shirt.

He's doing this out of pity. And just like that, the dream you've had for God knows how long is shattered by your own thoughts. You have to pull away.

"W-We can't do this, Rooster."

Your eyes meet his as you touch your lips. They're tingling, scratch that, your whole body feels like it's been electrocuted. He looks hurt and confused as he pants a few feet away from you.

"Why?" It sounds so sad.

"B-Because you don't like me, Rooster. I know you hate me, but I don't want something I've dreamed of for so long to get destroyed because of your silly antics." You sound even sadder.

"Is that what you think?"

"It's not a thought, Bradshaw. I know it. I've seen it with my own eyes." Tears have gathered in your eyes. Fuck, those mood swings.

Bradley exhales deeply. "I don't hate you, Swift. Never in my life have I felt what I feel when I'm around you. I feel all hot and tingly when you walk past me. My cheeks burn like a kid when your comments involve my love life, because deep down, I want you to be the protagonist of my fantasies, not some random girl I met at the Hard Deck.

Your jokes and your talent, your wit and your beauty—I love them. Your charm and ability to persuade everyone into doing chores for you are my favourite. I love listening to you talk, sarcastically or not, because you always have something to say.

Do you know how many times I've eavesdropped on you and Phoenix so I could learn more about you? I know about your hatred for Fast and Furious movies, your obvious Taylor Swift adoration, and the one time you got hammered and thought you were talking to her.

I love knowing all those details about you, and it's not because I can use them against you. They're what make you...well, you! You're nothing like the girls I've met in my life. You're extraordinary, and I..."

He hesitates.

"Is this...Did Natasha put you up to this? I swear I don't want your pity and fake love confessions, Bradley. You don't have to pretend to be in love with me—"

"But I am! I am madly in love with you. The kind of love that is so dangerous and—and so crushing. I want to be with you every second of the day, annoy you, and make you smile. It's all I've ever wanted for years now."

Your eyes are wide and glossy, eyebrows raised in shock and confusion, and so many emotions.

"I love you, Swift," he confirms.

"Prove it." Your words are merely a whisper.

Despite the hard rain and thundering outside, your voice is the only melody in Bradley's ears. And he doesn't hesitate. He crushes his lips against yours again, this time with hunger, passion, frustration and love. You kiss back with just as much force, but before you know it, you're pulling back, gasping for breath.

Bradley's hands are cupping your cheeks, and his forehead is touching yours. Your breaths mingle as you stare up at him. Your fingers grip his shirt tightly.

"Is that enough proof for you?" He whispers.

You lightly shrug. "I still haven't forgiven you for almost calling me a slut." That's a lie—you have. You forgave him as soon as your head hit the pillow yesterday. He didn't mean it.

He sighs a long, sad sigh. "Please, let me make it up to you. I was a—a jerk. A complete and utter idiot. I don't deserve your love, but please, I need it. Give me a chance to prove how much I love you." Your heart clenches, and a smile tugs at your lips.

"You can make it up to me as long as you want, Bradley Bradshaw."

He smiles back, and you think; this is it. This is heaven on earth. Bradley Bradshaw—the man you've longed for so long—smiling at you with nothing but adoration. You're heart feels light and free.

You don't want the moment to end.

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slxtd1ary · 3 months

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let's make love! <3

NSFW! - experienced bf x virgin woman reader - 2.4k words

ft. Moonlight - Kali Uchis

synopsis: you r ready to lose your v-card n your loving bf is happy to oblige!

include: virginity loss, manhandling, heavy foreplay; fingering, oral, nipple play (women receiving).

AN: I rlly dunno how it happend to be so long guys

…*ring*…

…”baby?”

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

His voice lets you sense a slightly worried tone as he continues speaking. For your part, you are taking deep breaths, how could you have forgotten to tell him something that important?

“Is everything okay? I'm at my training-”

“Yes! I mean everything is totally fine…I just wanted to tell you something…” you let your voice trail off as you swallow painfully.

“I'm all ears baby” his voice is still breathless as he pushes his phone even closer to his ear.

“I…im ready to loose my virginity, with you I mean…i…thats all! Anyway sorry for bothering you bye! Love you!” …*bipbipbip*

You never spoke or hung up faster than at that exact moment.

A second later your cell phone rings in your hand:

|| arrogant mf 💋 : be ready at 8

|| you : for???

|| arrogant mf 💋 : just get your pretty ass ready n fancy

|| arrogant mf 💋 : Love ya

|| you : me too silly

Both of you smile dumbly at your respective cellphones. “It's happening,” both of you think. Small butterflies fly through your stomach. And the blood in his veins running like crazy.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, keeping a bunch of giggles in your throat. You need to get ready for the big night ahead of you.

───

As the day went by, you tried to memorize every single moment of it: the weather, the sounds, the scents, everything. It's such a lovely day you concluded. Especially with that coming. Just thinking about it makes you all flustered, your heart beating faster. You were unable to stop thinking about it.

It took you hours to be ready: showering while applying the softest body washes and creams, exfoliating and cleansing gently your whole body. Your face was impeccable. From the eyebrows to the lips. You put on your cutest pink dress, adding thin silver earrings on your ears that brush against your shoulder, and a heart-shaped ring of the same colours circling tightly around your finger. Finally, you lace those cute nude heels you fancy so much. You reassemble like an angel fallen from the highest parts of heaven.

*ding*

As you apply the last layer of gloss on your lips the sound coming from your door makes you jolt. “It's time already?” those magical butterflies you felt all over your skin earlier became nasty cockroaches in an instant. ‘What if’ starts to run through your anxious mind before a second ringbell sound make it’s way in your ear. You take a deep breath and grab your lightweight bag before opening the door with a small smile.

For a moment there is a silence, both of you appreciating the effort put by the other for that memorable evening. Then, your boyfriend is the first to broke silence:

“You are definitely worth the wait baby” he laughs heartwarmingly and extends his hand to help you go down the stairs. You took it willingly, squeezing it by the same occasion. “I mean aren't I always worth the wait?” you giggle while slowly walking toward his car. “You could have send me the address you know?” you add, on a light tone. “And let my lady go there by herself? Never with me alive”

The discussion goes on and on, on the road as well as on the restaurant. It was fancier than you thought to the point you couldn't even recognize any of the meals they served. Even more laughs to share for the both of you right?

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

Vine, champagne, mojito and martini.

It didn't stop and it was clear all that coquetterie he offered to you was to spoil you, make you feel special. Because you were.

“Let's stop drinking for tonight shall we?” your boyfriend says as he is putting both of your glasses aside. “Why?” you ask, “The night is young don't you think?” you slowly take your glass back between your finger with a playfull grin.

“Exactly, the night is young, and I need you fully conscious for what I'm gonna do to you for the rest of the night my lady.”

The last thing you remember after that is him, getting up to pay the bill, running his hand from your chest to your waist as you both walk outside the luxury restaurant…The rest is blurry: the ride to his place, him leading you to his bedroom, telling you how good he's gonna take care of you…

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Indeed he is, quiet moans start to fill the room as he caress your legs and let wander his experienced mouth on your neck. “M-mh- baby a-ah” ,soon enough you were unable to process words by your mind but by your body alone: “Mhh talk to me pretty girl…you like it? Like my mouth on your pretty neck?” the question he ask you is simple but you could only hum against his broad shoulder as an answer.

The load of new sensations was overwhelming. You are hopelessly moving your hips against his lap, letting go of the prettiest noise that man ever heard. “Wanna ride something baby?” he playfully murmurs in your ear. The time you process his saying, you can already feel his large hand gradually gripping your ass, growling as he feels it. “What do we have here uh? Such an adorable pantie…” he observes, his hand moving your dress up. “You made yourself cute even under that dress?” he grin, looking down at you lovingly.

However, his member is painfully throbbing against his tight pants, his mind leaving more and more room for his body's desires exclusively. But he couldn't care less: the sight he has in front of him could make him cum all by itself. You, shyly trying to get yourself off by moving on his thick thigh. He knew he had to wait for you to set the pace, but he couldn't wait to ask anymore: “mhh if you wanna ride baby…let me push a finger deep inside of ya m’okay?”

His sultry voice did miracles on you, you nod with a quiet “yes” before he run his thick and long finger inside your throbbing heat. You yelp shamelessly. “It's okay baby, just thrust me…look at you, it feels good doesn't it?” You confirm his sentence with a long moan at the same time as he moves his finger. He is slow, careful, and loving…and you are taking it oh so well. The young man is absolutely losing his mind, he can't help but put a second finger inside your walls. The surprise he is able to witness on your face almost made him cum on the spot. “M’love! S’too- it’s too much!” you exclaim, digging your manicured nails in his back.

He couldn't think straight anymore. He needs to get a grip before he loses it for good, but how could someone be mad at him for losing it a little? Just look at yourself: panting heavily, chanting his name, on the verge of tears just from his digits. Thinking about it, he would barely be able to get his throbbing cock inside you. “So tight around my fingers uh? Gonna cum my lady?” he already knows the answer. “M’fuck! S’good!” you moan loudly ascertaining his thinking.

He goes on again, not stopping fingering you even after your orgasm. “I need to prep you well okay baby?”

And what could you do more than take it?

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“God! M’baby! A-Auh” you arch your back while almost suffocating him with your legs. “Mhh taste…heaven…” you can barely hear him as he licks your pussy with expertise. You never felt something quite like this before, the only thing you can do is helplessly jolt every time he flicks his hot tongue on your intimate lips. Pushing your legs apart, your boyfriend raise up his eyes to you with an adorable glint. A total contrast to the ministrations he is doing on your sensitive body. “You are doing so good for me my love…ready to cum on my face yeah?”

At this point he doesn’t even know if he is eating you out for your pleasure or for his own: he is enjoying it way too much. Your poor whines and even poorest tentative to move away from his mouth to manage your overwhelming pleasure brought him to the verge of ecstasy. He is desperately trying to get off by humping the poor mattress, his mind going blank as he devoured your heat like it was a five-star Michelin meal. Even tastier than any meals he ate at the restaurant earlier if you ask him. Finally, he feels the powerful warmth of orgasm growing in his stomach, you could hear him deeply moaning sending shockwaves directly on your pussy. “Baby? A-are you- a-ah! F-fuck!” You tried to ask him: ‘are you coming? From eating me out?’ But the same sensation you felt two times earlier went through your guts yet again. You both came: eyes rolling back and nails digging in each other’s body parts.

Neither of you could wait anymore, “n-need it inside” you plead your tone heavy with lust. “What exactly?” He couldn’t help but be a little teasing to you, your neediness was adorable after all. “Y-you know…I need your cock inside…” the weak but noticeable movement of your hips toward his, showing your exposed pussy glistening of your arousal was enough to convince him completely.

He straightens up, his toned body glistening with sweat, and an adoring gaze on your body as you take off shyly your dress. “So exquisite…so pretty” he coos like in a trance. Your glaze is also trailing on his body, till your eyes stop on the wet spot on his pants. Your boyfriend follows your gaze and chuckles, “See? Already made me cum my lady”. You bite your bottom lip as he unbuckles his belt and slightly bends over your vulnerable body. He slowly takes off your lingerie bra, like he is unwrapping a present. He massages gently your breasts, as well as sucking your sensitive nipples, stealing moans from your glossy lips.

“ ‘Can't take it anymore, y’so pretty…so hot…” he mumbled against your chest, his fingers playing with your nipples. “Then put it in, m’so ready for you baby” you plead almost going crazy from the wait.

“You sure?” he asks, his tone so worried you can't help but giggle. “Yes love, I wanna do it with you” you consent. Then he kisses you sweetly taking off his boxers. You separate your mouths, breathless, before your man speaks up, “m’gonna go in okay? If it hurts too much tell me, if you want me to stop tell me, if something feels really good just moan my name alright?” both of you laugh at the last part but you nod understanding what he told you. He doesn't waste any more time and puts on a condom over his wet cock and you quietly observe squeezing your legs in excitation.

Then it happens, he pushes his hardened member past your walls slowly. Always scrutinizing your face for any inconvenience and listening for every time you whine. If it happens he stops: “You okay baby?” he will ask before you nod and he continues as slowly as before. It feels so good for him, you are perfectly shaped for him and the warmth of your pussy feels like it is enveloping his whole being. He didn't even move yet for God's sake. “Tell me when I can move my lady” he tells you, panting from the anticipation. And the anticipation you could feel it, his cock, throbbing inside you, made you twitch and giggle at the same time, “It's moving inside me” you say with a cute smile. “It's because I love you so much my lady” he explain just before kissing you passionately.

“M’baby?” you pant, slowly pushing him away from your mouth, “You can move…” you quietly authorise, your lips linked to his by a trail of saliva.

And you didn't need to tell him twice.

Gradually he shifts his hips backward before pushing them against your own yet again. At first, it isn't comfortable for you. To be honest, it is quite the opposite but after a couple of careful thrusts the infamous pleasure you heard and read so much about starts to replace the pain. In the blink of an eye, you are moaning as your poor legs are feebly shaking against your boyfriend’s sides.

When he hears your pleasured sounds it takes all his will to not go faster, to not pound ruthlessly inside your heat. You were squeezing him and whining needily…the young man was so turned on he starts to growl as loudly as you do. “That's it my love, taking my cock so well…feels so good” he praises you. “Mhh! Right here, baby! A-ah f-fuck it’s so good!” you mindlessly moan, your pleasure reaching new highs. “Here baby?” your lover repeats, eyes glistening with burning desire. He thrust a little harder than he thought he would when he found your sweet spot but he couldn't really stop now, could he? He takes your legs and pushed them closer to the mattress, moving his hips gently toward your sensitive G-spot. The new angle makes you see stars, “O-oh my! G-god uh! M’gonna! M’gonna!”. Your experienced boyfriend kept the same pace, you are close to your orgasm and so is he. “Fuck…look at me baby, y’gonna cum all around my dick okay? Gonna do that for me uh?” he takes your face in his hand forcing you to lift up your eyes at him. You nod, babbling nonsense. You couldn't think straight anymore and it's when you feel the bliss of an incoming orgasm taking control of your body that you start screaming like you never did before.

You sincerely thought your eyes wouldn't go back to their normal position.

“Oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck y’look so good I-” Then it was your boyfriend’s turn to climax with a deep growl and a even deeper thrust.

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You are both panting heavily: you, still spasming from the intense pleasure, and him laying his body on yours. Of course, he recovers faster than you do but it still took both of you dozens of minutes to regain your composures.

Your sweet lover leaves, only to come back with towels and water glasses for both of you. After you drink a good amount of your water he takes you to the bathroom, helping you to clean up and doing your hair. You both did your skincare next to each other, talking about your new experience. He kissed you on the lips quickly before going downstairs to grab you something to eat but the time he comes back you were already asleep. He looked at your peaceful face trying to memorize each traits of your face before leaving his mind to Morphée.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

AN: Okay so thanks for reading my shit lmao, other things coming up and uh yeah, if there something that needs to be modified dm me or comment and yeah, I think that's all

Again thanks for reading n interacting. Means a lot. Yall r rlly cool.

[2024/01/15 - 2024/01/16]

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unidentified-ending · 8 months

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"Out of the Shadows"

Part 4

Guys, this might be the last one, if not then part 5 definitely wil be so, stick around for the next one :D

Tw: violence, injuries and (harsh?) transphobia. Not for the easily upset

Aizawa and Class 1a x ftm!bullied!reader

Before we start, I just wanted to say thank you all for the likes and follows, it may not seem like much but I really appreciate it. Thank you for supporting my work

And with that being said, let's do this

"I think you'll want to see this" It was strange for Katsuki to be quiet so something serious must of happened Aizawa thought so he walked outside and closed the door behind him.

He widened his eyes in shock.

"What...What happened?" He said, looking at your limping form on Izuku's shoulder.

"We're not sure. According to the nerd (Deku) one of Minato's friends, Kyou, called for him and me to go to the locker rooms and we found Y/n lying on the floor, nearly unconscious" Bakugo explained.

"It wasn't even that bad, it was just a little miscommunication that led into a fight. Im literally fine.-" You said but Bakugo shouted

"Well what the hell was all your lunch, stationary and other stuff doing all over the ground huh!!"

"Alright Bakugo and Midoriya, thank you. I would like to talk to him alone. Midoriya could you please hand out the worksheets to everyone? Do what you want just dont cause much trouble. Y/n can you walk?" Aizawa concluded.

"Yes, but I think my foot is injured" You said while Bakugo and Midoriya walked back into class, all your classmates asking them questions before they walked filly into the class.

"Alright, let's go to recovery girls office, she'll heal you." He said as he walked by your slightly limping figure.

Once you guys got to recovery girls office you sat down at one of the beds.

"Alright, please tell me what's going on. I need no lies at this moment forward" He said seriously, looking at your nervous eyes, waiting for some answers.

You sighed shakily but finally gave him the truth

"Well, these kids have been bullying me, since the day I saw them. They've been picking on me and hurting me. I know I've been keeping this a secret. I'm sorry" You say, tears starting to well in your eyes.

"It's ok, let it out I'm here" he said as he stands up to hug you, you grip onto his hero costume like its the last thing on earth and sob in his shirt until you calm down, sniffling and red-eyed.

"It's alright, I've got you. Recovery Girl will heal your foot, get some rest kid. You need it" He said after you calmed down,

"Y/n, we will get these kids expelled. For you. For all the victims"

You nodded and climed into one of the beds, you couldn't resist the cozy comfort of the bed and quickly fell asleep, in a matter of minutes.

You woke up and it was evening, you could see it through the big class windows which were shining through a yellowish orange glow inside.

"Good evening dear, your teacher left a note for you. Its just by your side" recovery Girl said as she noticed your were awake.

Your foot had been healed though you felt very tired, she handed you the note that read

"Hey kid, come to the dorms as soon as you can. Your classmates have something for you"

You sighed and got ready to leave, your bag and your belongings beside the bed you were in. You said your goodbyes to recovery girl and left the room, wondering hat your friends and classmates had done for you.

You were so drifted out of your thoughts that you never noticed Kyou who accidentally pushed passed you. "Sorry dud......" when you saw who it was you froze.

"I'm not gonna do anything to you, I need to go" he said rushing away in a hurry, you had so many questions for him that were unexplained but he just ran off so you saved it for the next time you saw him.

You were so lost in your thoughts, again that you didn't realise you ran into someone else, two people. When you tried to apologise, the only word your mind could conjure up was

"shit"

Minato and Haruki.

As soon as they saw it was you, Minato slammed you right into the wall. You really couldn't catch a break..

"What the fuck did I tell you, you fucking freak" Minato said as he opened the door to an empty classroom and threw you in there.

"You stand guard and get Riku to come with weapons. Im finishing this now" He said, eyes glinting with rage and malice, his true intent was to get rid of you.

Forever.

"Please man, I haven't done anything to you."

"Your existence alone is enough reason to make your life miserable." Minato said and Haruki added on from the side

"Pathetic. Trying to fit in won't change what you really are. A girl, A female. A woman"

Your heart shattered into a million broken pieces as the reality of what they said sank in. It was true, that's all you were. After years and years of trying to fit on and be a real man, just shattered over a few words.

He threw you at a table and desk and you slammed right into it, your body aching with pain. He lifted you up and slammed you back down on the ground, the nerves in your back shooting all the way to your brain.

He then towered over you.

You felt the cracking of bones and the gush of blood as the punches rained down upon you, your face becoming a grotesque battlefield of pain and blood.

The ringing in your ears just wouldn't stop.

Just then Riku, Asahi and Kyou walked in.

Riku's eyes glinted with mischief as he reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a collection of bats, one for each person. With a sly grin at you, he started handing them out, creating an unwatchable atmosphere in the room.

"I want him gone"

Ahhhh, cliff hanger. This is the 4th part.

I kind of got lazy with this one considering it's 3:18 in the morning so forgive me if any silly mistakes were made.

The final part is coming tomorrow, or today so stick around for that

And remember:

Always drink water and eat something, You deserve it :DD

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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could we perchance get a lil blurb about why/how reader and dustin started their code blues, or maybe just one of their code blues before all the upside down stuff started ? love seeing their sibling relationship always and i think seeing them talking and sharing emotions with each other would be really sweet <3

dustin n reader <333 babies <333

enjoy !

"just because dad left it doesnt mean you can be a bitch."

dustins words cut through you like knives.

"okay, first off, never use that word towards a girl ever again." he rolls his eyes at you and you flick his nose, which he scoffs at. "secondly, i have no idea what youre talking about."

dustin again rolls his eyes. "yeah, you do. youve been a real b- i mean, a real jerk lately."

you want to argue with him, but the words dont seem to come. all you seem to do lately is argue with everyone. and now, confronted with your little brother calling you bitch, you find that youre exhausted.

"i have, havent i?" you finally admit.

dustin nods. "yeah."

you forget sometimes how smart the kid can be. hes only nine and yet here he is, calling you out for actions you shouldve noticed yourself. hes too young to be worrying about this.

"im sorry,"

"its okay. i get it. he sucks, doesnt he?"

"he does, but im still sorry for being such a bitch."

"i thought we couldnt use that word."

you ruffle dustins hair. "nope, youre not allowed to. i am, though."

he sighs, as if expecting that response, and starts to walk out your room. the conversation doesnt feel finished yet, however, and you call after him. "wait!'

"i gotta pee."

"okay, and i told you to wait."

he groans but sits back down on your bed. "do you wanna... talk?"

"ew!"

"i know, but... im serious, buddy. we havent really talked since dad left and i realize i kinda suck as a big sister right now." you feel guilt crawling up your throat, one of the few emotions youve felt these last few days. your dad left a few weeks ago, but sometimes it feels like its been a lifetime.

"you dont suck," dustin reassures you. "youre just... scary right now."

you snort. "yeah, like thats any better."

its quiet now, and dustin sits stiffly against your bed. he seems scared being so close to you, as if you could erupt any second, and you feel horrible for it. youre not sure what you can do, though. theres still so much anger within you, resentment and betrayal, and you dont know how to express so much without hurting those around you.

then, an idea comes to you.

"what about this. we'll call it a code blue."

dustin looks up at you, curious. "whats a code blue?"

"well, my dear brother, its something we'll do when we cant express how we feel or when we think the other sibling needs to have a talk. whenever one of us calls a code blue, the other has to answer honestly and listen as best as they can. once its over, we never bring it up again and we conclude with a hug. hows that sound?"

he thinks for a moment. "honest about anything?"

"mhm,"

"alright. i think that could work. seems less emotional."

you laugh. "i figured youd like that part."

"so... code blue?" dustin asks hesitantly.

"code blue."

you tell dustin everything, explaining why youve been so destructive and bitter and mean. he listens as best as any nine year old can, and as you tell him everything, the weight that had been pressing against your chest these last few weeks begins to lessen. slowly, during the code blue, it becomes easier to breathe.

when youre finally done, right as the last words leave your lips, dustin throws his arms around you. "i love you."

you bring a hand to his hair and kiss the top of his head. "i love you, too. dont let me get all mean again, yeah?"

"i wont."

"good."

#southelroy #m's writing #bug lore #come home blurb #m speaks #ask #set before season 1 !#reader used to mean #gasp !#trauma core tbh

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odinsblog · 9 months

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“Iggy Azalea is the walking embodiment of how white women will fetishize Black womanhood — from co-opting our speech and vernacular to paying thousands to replicate our physical aesthetics to birthing Black children — but will refuse to stand in solidarity with Black women.”

THAT part.

Not only is Iggy Azalea a culture vulture, but she also lied about having no contact with Tory Lanez because she mistakenly thought her sloppy ass letter wouldn’t be public.

Shoutout to Meghann Cuniff, the reporter who broke this story. She don’t miss 🎯

Iggy’s full letter (grammatical errors and all) beneath the page break.

👉🏿 https://www.legalaffairsandtrials.com/p/iggy-azalea-to-tory-lanezs-sentencing

Iggy Azalea’s full letter written to a Los Angeles judge prior to Tory Lanez’s sentencing, obtained by @meghanncuniff:

“Dear Honorable Judge Herriford,

I'm writing to you in regards to a case in your court.

My name is Iggy Azalea and I've been a successful musician for the last decade.

Ive sold over 65 million records throughout my career, had number 1 hits on the billboard hot 100 and broken records previously held by 'The Beatles'.

My music has been nominated for 6 Grammys and I have a multitude of other musical awards.

Throughout my career I've toured with some of the biggest acts in music: from Beyonce to Pitbull.

Ive also collaborated with everyone from Britney Spears to Jenifer Lopez. In short, like yourself, I'm great at what I do and I'm well respected by my peers.

Becoming successful is incredibly hard to do and maintaining success is even harder.

The music industry is not designed to empower Artists - especially not women.

You learn to expect misogyny at every turn, no matter how much you've personally achived.

Sadly I've spent my entire career battling sexism and bad behavior behind the curtains.

One unfortunate consequence of that is I am victim of abuse myself.

I must make note of the things ive suffered through so that you understand definitively:

I would not write to you on behalf of an abuser.

In fact, its the very reason I felt it imperative I share my viewpoint as a woman in music: in regard to Daystar Peterson.

You are presiding over his case and It would mean a great deal to me if you'd please let me share with you why "Tory Lanez" is far from your average entitled rap star.

I believe in justice and I know you do too. You've dedicated your life's work to it and I respect that deeply.

Thats why im taking my time to do this, because I know the person you are understands in order to truly conclude what a fair sentence is, You need better understanding of who the person you're sentencing IS at their core.

Judge Herriford, I was elated when I saw your name in relation to this trial because you have a reputation of being a very fair judge.

In fact its one of the reasons I was sadnned Daystar had subpar legal counsel and did not take the stand at his own trial.

We've all been frozen in fear before. The unfortunate side effect of his choice is he's been painted in the most unrecognizable way: to you, the jury and the public.”

And a big fuck you! to all the other sorry ass celebs who tried to excuse or minimize what Torey Lanez did and then tried to drag Megan Theee Stallion - The Shade Room, Drake, DJ Akademiks, Kelsey Nicole, EJ King, 50 Cent, LeBron James, Remy Ma, Meek Mills, 21 Savage, Tasha K, Joe Budden, Lil Baby, Kylie Jenner, Nicki Minaj

#megan thee stallion #iggy azealia #culture vultures #tory lanez #anti blackness #meghann cuniff #alabama people beater #misogyny #racialized misogyny

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I agree that Sun has every right to talk to OM, he has a looooooot fix in your life and one of them is to conclude your fault and say goodbye brother.

What I love about the episode is how it starts OM starts with his stubbornness and does what he wants while NM chases him to talk. He starts by lying that he doesn't know anything but then mentions recent events.

And at one point you feel the resentment, "resentful of the dog got water", love that metaphor and continue half insulting the NM.

It is unfortunate what happened to OM but personally I do not forgive him for everything because there would be things that could have been avoided but he chose to do it.

But what makes me a little happy is that you feel regret, longing and Blame. I regret everything that Eclipse caused and other things, (and I think it shows a certain level of jealousy of NM Viviera and the positive impact it gave and OM did not give it at all) and obviously the damage that Sun and more.

The longing to not have hate or anger, to have a life with your family and to love the siblings Earth and Lunar even solar, the desire to meet them and really know Lunar, that he really considers Monty his best friend. And he tells him to value what he has and protect it (there is a reason he emphasizes that he continues Being the same, because it is his best version and he could see the life that I can see had).

And the blame goes hand in hand with the resentment, of all the bad decisions and the damage caused to Sun, and cowardice is no excuse to deny talking to his brother. At least he gave good advice to NM And that he recognizes that NM is not inferior, he only holds back out of fear, which is understood when compared to his old self and how he was better in every way except behavior).

I'm glad because certain things don't totally come from OM, but yes, (AGAIN, it doesn't mean that I completely forgive him, but they are details that I liked), with his hypocritical, idiotic attitude and sarcasm, But at the same time those feelings he has and he also owes a couple of words to Sun for what happened, and we hope to have it in the future.

LONG ASK YEY!! yea theres a lot to unpack with both Moons facing each other.. specially all the guilt one has that overpower the other is clear he does feel bad! I felt it too but also, he is still a coward and still looks after himself rather than the others, but that was and will always be a trail of OM we cant just get rid of in a way yes, people loved how much of an asshole he was! hell I did too a bit, I love an asshole that cares too but there were limits he passed many many times that we just cant ignore Is clear he in some way HAS to feel anger his "other life" has everying HE wanted, yet.. he had the chance, and well he mess up, big time, and is good he lets us know he knows he cant change it-he did live his life, and if he goes back to undo his own path then he's not growing up, he's lying to himself and others! I do hope Sun gets to face him too , mostly because , no matter the "I can apologise enough" he should TRY IT. he should SAY IT : "Im sorry I locked you up in the bunker I also hit you in- Im sorry I never let you be part of any plan, and Im sorry I choose to let you aside rather than take your side and actually listen to you" one can only hope Sun gets to hear these words if only for a mere second, not a note, not a recording, not by someone else, by his own brother's voice. also yes, you are right! At least he gave good advice to NM I just hopes he let him talk more but eehh thanks you so so much for your ask! feel welcome to leave me more if you wish!

#sams #tsams #the sun and moon show #ask

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Omg I saw your moon dominance post and I have to share something 😭

I have a friend whom I went to the same school as, we still talk sometimes but not as much.

She has always been quite a charismatic person, and is a relatively small built, conventionally attractive blonde white girl. Needless to say she is considered quite “soft and feminine” - I only mention race because racism would naturally prevent her being perceived that way.

I like her, she’s very diplomatic and intelligent but MY GOD the manipulative tendencies she had growing up😭😭😭

It’s been a couple years since I was regularly in close proximity to her so I can’t remember that many examples of her lying (also because it was a such a common occurance), however I remember it getting to the point where she herself would awkwardly joke about it.

What I *do* however remember quite distinctly the way she’d occasionally have these “tantrums” after I gave her any mild criticism.

For example, one time we were all having lunch together as a group and she made a mean spirited comment on someone else who was nearby. I pointed out that is was a pretty mean thing to say, not in a particularly accusatory tone, and she quite literally started shouting at me saying “WELL THATS QUITE BIG OF YOU TO SAY BC YOU TOLD ME [insert minor joke about manipulative Snapchat fboys that therefore was nothing to do with her] AND IT REALLY UPSET ME [insert sob story about having a disabled brother] etc etc”

She also had a similar public outrage at me after I asked her if she brought her present in for the Secret Santa, and she responded by kicking me in the shins and going on a tangent about how her life is really stressful and how I only worry about “school and sleep” 💀

However the interesting part that I vaguely covered at the beginning is that she had mastered the whole sweet innocent teenage facade. She had people, primarily older men in authority, entirely wrapped around her finger. She developed this oddly close relationship relationship with one of our teachers, which never got inappropriate, but he would direct like 80% of his energy to helping her over other students (who were equally if not more needing of help). Similarly her therapist literally UNRETIRED to help her personally 😭 I can think of so many examples of authority figures literally bending over backwards to be of service to her.

(She also attracted a kind of unreal level of male attention that was way above the average)

To finally conclude:

She is a hasta sun, moon and ketu with PBP ascendant. Her birthtime isn’t exact but I feel as though PBP is more likely than UBP.

There was also an incident of her sleeping with a teacher in his 20s when she was 17 😬 obviously it’s on him, but it’s interesting to consider that she has Jupiter in the 9H in Chitra (mars) - aswell as a mercury chitra which sits in her 4 planet 8H stellium.

Sorry for this extremely lengthy ask😭 it’s more of an info dump than an ask but I hope it served as an interesting example of moon dominance (+ a little bit of mars influence) in women

bestie never apologise for spilling tea 😂i love reading what ya'll have to say, otherwise i feel like im talking to a wall. and i feel you about this moon bestie of yours, im glad you're out of that toxic friendship!!

a few years ago i had a toxic moon dominant bestie who like you said lied so much and manipulated things so much, its hard for me to even make a list of the shit she did lol, yk how a lot of poc parents will whip their kids or yell at them or something and afterwards act extra nice bc they feel guilty?? I've noticed that Moon dominant people are like that to some extent. my "friend" would say the nastiest most vile derogatory things about me TO ME and then when i responded with radio silence she'd be all 🥺🥺im so worried about you, have you eaten? have you done all the assignments?? here's mine, you can refer to it🥺🥺,, like i was always sooo confused by her but then i started seeing thru her bullshit, how she's only being nice cause she feels guilty lol,, she had a tendency to criticize other people A LOT like your friend and honestly its tiring to listen to that shit, so i think i started saying nice things in return like "oh but xyz is so sweet, she's always so thoughtful" and then she'd say some shit "its so crazy you'd say that because i felt like xyz and abc always hated you" like classic manipulation lmao, like she hates those ppl and if i say one nice thing about them, then she'll try to convince me that those people hate me so that i can be on her side in bitching about them lmfao.

Moon dominant people are soooo insecure its sad,, they feel the need to be so rude and nasty af to others to mask their own insecurities. Obviously I'm only talking about unhealthy Moon influence, im sure there are nice ppl out there as well.

u guys pls feel free to dump any gossip/tea u have in my inbox, i love reading this stuff!!

#moon #jyotish

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73647e · 1 year

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neil has known about the sidewalk rule ever since he was a child. his mother told him just before puberty about curtesy toward a potential date. he barely paid any attention at the ripe age of 10, though he often wished he did after meeting todd.

the sidewalk rule, however, was engrained in his mind.

and even though the stuff his mom told him at such a young age was meant for his dates with theoretical women, neil thought it would but just rude if he didn't extend the curtesy to shining people like todd. neil's persistence lead to him to consciously make an effort to walk adjacent to the traffic with todd.

todd was completely oblivious to it, until charlie pointed it out.

obviously it had been a slip of the tongue. neil and charlie were bickering, and neil said something about charlie's faux gentlemanly behavior in a stupid attempt to woo women. charlie quipped in return, "well at least I don't consciously walk differently on the sidewalk with the person I like"

"shut up charlie!" neil responded, sitting down and pouting at him. charlie had won their quarrel.

"what do you mean?" todd asked.

"oh , nothing," charlie smiled knowingly as neil glared at him.

todd blinked at them and tried to return to his work.

"oh, they're talking about the sidewalk rule! I know this one!" Cameron overheard their conversation and joined in.

"oh cameron, shut up." charlie said.

todd turned around to look at cameron, "what's the sidewalk rule?"

"it's like when two people are walking and they like each other, like-like I mean, the man will walk on the side of the sidewalk that is closer to traffic. it's...courteous. "

"oh." todd said, "well, what's the issue with that?"

"nothing. nothing at all!" neil said slightly too fast. slightly too suspiciously.

"neil's got a big fat crush!" charlie chortled.

"charlie, you ass!"

"what! the poor boy deserves to know! you've been non-verbally serenading him for months!"

neil groaned and dropped his head into his hands. todd was confused once more.

todd looked from charlie, to cameron, hoping for even a single glance of clarification.

"what does neil's crush and the sidewalk rule have to do with me being 'non-verbally serenaded', which I don't think is a thing by the way." todd asked.

charlie smirked, "it's a thing because I say it is."

todd stared expectantly. when charlie showed no sign of letting anything up, todd turned to neil, who was still nursing his head.

"neil?"

"I didn't want you to find out like this." he said.

"find out what?"

neil looked up, "could we go back to our room? I need to talk to you. alone."

"yeah, sure." todd said, standing up. he followed neil out of the lounge, down the hall, and into their room.

"are you alright neil? I'm sorry if charlie's sense escaped him yet again.

neil turned around, "it's fine. charlie's fine. he actually keeps all my secrets pretty well. though I did tell cameron, so I shouldn't have been too surprised."

"told cameron what?"

"about the sidewalk rule."

"okay?"

neil stepped forward, "todd, won't you sit down with me?"

"er okay, sure."

they sat next to one another on neil's bed. neil was close to him, and their knees touched.

"I usually enact the sidewalk rule with you. well, not usually, only. I only enact the sidewalk rule when walking with you."

"that's fine neil. Im glad you like being with me, because I like being with you. you're a wonderful friend neil. you don't have to freak about any of this. you are obviously just extremely polite."

"no, todd," neil started, "todd, I enact the sidewalk rule only with you, because I like you!"

todd smiled and grabbed hold of neil's hand, "thank you neil, I like you too."

"no, todd, I like-like you!" neil raised his voice slightly. he removed his hand from todd's grip. "I'm sorry if you don't like that, but you had to know. i don't think I want you not knowing anymore."

todd looked at neil, then looked back at his hands that were holding neil's just a second prior. he concluded that they were missing something, and he grabbed hold of neil's hands again.

"I like you quite a bit too neil," todd smiled at him.

"oh thank god," neil let out a breath.

todd laughed loudly, and neil's chest burst. todd never walked adjacent to traffic ever again.

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jupitersreadings · 1 year

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Hi lovie saw that you took requests and I was wondering if you’d write something about the boys coming home from tour or something and it’s just been long since they’ve seen each other and it’s just a cute reunion🥺

welcome home

summary; above

warnings; n/a, short, fluffy

pairing; y/n x band, y/n x luke

six months. it’s been six months since you’ve seen your best friends along with you boyfriend. they’ve been on the take me home tour and it had concluded just a week ago.

your leg bounced as you sat in the airport. people passed you, reuniting with friends and family. others running to their flight or baggage claim.

you had never been nervous before when picking up the boys but it had never been this long since seeing them. you were unable to visit all tour due to you work schedule.

both luke and you had been so busy as well that your communication fizzled out to only a good morning and good night texts along with some ‘ i love yous ‘ here and there. that’s what made you the most nervous. what if everything’s different.

you saw the mass of people making their way towards you. knowing it was the boys, it became louder around you.

then you saw him. you stood as he looked up, he looked exhausted. dark circles, a hat, baggy clothes. but his smile grew as soon as you saw him. you have him a slight wave and that’s when mike saw you too.

luke picked up the pace, excusing himself as he pushed past people until he reached you. he let go of his stuff and wrapped his arms around you. he lifted you off your feet because of his height and held you close.

“ oh my goodness i missed you so much y/n “ he whispered into your neck. he finally set you down, remembering where you were and how many people were around. turning towards mike who was the next person after luke, throwing your arms around him and making your way to ash and calum.

once all the hugs were done like made his way back right next to you. he slipped his hand into yours as you led them threw the airport to your car.

“ i’m so excited your guys are home, we have a brunch planned for tomorrow and we can all catch up but fill me in now how was everything? “ you asked opening the trunk of your car helping the guys throw their suitcases in the car. luke’s hands never left you, whether it be your waist or your hand.

“ obviously it was incredible but i’m so exhausted and so excited to see my dogs and crystal “ mike chipped in while helping with the bags.

“ brunch will be so nice because i’m sorry but i’m closing my eyes the way home “ calum spoke up and then turned to ashton “ im using you for a pillow big guy “ he laughed. you couldn’t help but smile now having them back. you shut the trunk as ashton, calum, and michael all piled into the back letting luke take the front seat.

“ i’m so happy to be back with you “ luke looked down and smiled at you once more. he leaned down and kissed your forehead and pulled you in for another hug. he held you tight and smiled as you held him back.

“ let’s go luke, time to get you guys home “ you smiled as you let go of him. he laughed slightly knowing he was gonna make you come home with him because you are his home.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos imagine #5sos x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings one shot

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toasterrrr · 2 months

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shubble is actually so brave for coming out this especially to so many people like its not like its just a few friends this is the whole fucking intertnet like the whole world knows now yknow its increably hard for victims to make statements and shit and to do thsi is actually so fucking shout out to her

but the amount of people ive seen defending wilbur soot is fucking mental. use ur brain and fuck ur parasocial relationship off,, hes committed a CRIME a FULL CRIME “oh but my wilby would never 🥺🥺” YEAH WELL HE FUCKING DID DIDNT HE hes addmitted it its all be confirmed dont even bother at this point these arent “allegations” this is real life plus the tosser made the worlds second worst apology ever actually maybe idve rathered he pull out a fucking uke

“im sorry you feel that way but i dont” is the whole plot summary sorry i dont wanna support that actual bullshit fuck how can that man sit there and type out how much of a “changed man” he is in his “apology” are you thick??? say ur sorry first up ?!?! nah noone even wants ur apology say thag to shelby and all ur other mates who uve manipulated and abused not some 13 year olds on twitter who will fall to their knees no mayter what u fo

also this is coming from someone who actually really looked up to this guy, one of the only ccs i genuinely liked and he was actually a fucking big role model to me,,. hes fucked up what he did was genuinely disgusting and disturbing and i hope he gets the worst payment ever i hope all his mods quit lovejoy disbands everyone unfollows he loses all his friends. money and fame truely get to people and this is such a real and clear example of this shit

i will NOT be supporting anything he does form this momet on. ive unsubsrubied unfollowed i wont be listening to lovejoy and if i do ill probably piarte it ngl thats a thing we can do ill burn a cd or some shit idk but i wont be giving anymore money than the cunt needs you can live with out it “it saved my life HE saved my life” i can not express this enough but and fully no offense if u say that but he reallt didnt u just liked his stiff and it gave u something to live for again he did NOTHING hes just some british guy in a screen who plays some video game and sings some song hes noone he doesnt know u u dont know him

hes a fucking freak and if you think thats okay that what hes done is okay and can actually be defended your just as much of a freak and fucked in the head as he is and u need be grow the fuck up and realise how this shit is mental behaviour

to conclude:

‼️‼️‼️ FUCK WILBUR SOOT ‼️‼️‼️

#tw// abuse #when i tell u i watched shelbys video and wanted to THROW UP in disgust #hes a freak #support shelby go follow her and stuff #also go listen to james marriott healthy alternative to the other scumbag #fuck white men #fuck the british #but most important #FUCK ! WILBUR !#wilbur situation #shelby shubble #believe and support victims

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