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cherryredstars · 2 years ago

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Idk what wrong with me but I've been craving some highschool oneshot, or anything tbh

So I hope if u could do badbad!Miguel x goodgirl!nerd?

I have no idea what I meant by goodgirl!nerd,let just make her an good girl who always an big time nerd in the school,who loves helping people out,especially when it come to tutoringor tutor some students,so when miguel ask for her to tutor him,so he could catch up with his grades,she say yes to him,but he really didn't need the tutoring he just wanted to play around with reader (he would been craving for some of her attention,he would have an interest in her without anyone notice) he loved teasing,flirty, and most definitely love making her all stuttering and blushing mess,but what he hate how people who think that have their advantage over reader,eye fucking her with their eyes,it just makes his blood boil,his fist clenching in anger,but he deals with them later (beating tf out of them for thinking that they can touch what his) but not feeling satisfied he just had to show u who u belong to,and make you his,so on one can try to get u before him

Idk what wrong with me like I can write when I'm zoned out (also could u pls put nfsw pls)

Anyway have an great day

Pairing: Badboy!Miguel O’Hara x Goodgirl!Reader

Warnings: Protectiveness, Suggested Physical Fighting, Smut, Slight Exhibition, Marking, Praise, Lots of Curses and Mentions to Disney

Summary: All good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you. (Get it..like the song)

A/N: THIS REQUEST IS SO!!!

Word Count: 4.5K (Barely Edited)

It doesn’t take much to notice you.

He sees you all the time, sitting in the front like the good little girl you are. Batting those innocent eyes up at every teacher as you shoot your hand up to answer every question with a bashful smile. Eyes you as you go up to different students, reminding them of tutoring sessions or offering help. His good little girl just wanted to make sure everyone graduates with passing grades. Just want to be so helpful for everyone, to feel needed. He could make you feel needed. Only if you’d let him, only if you needed him as much as he needed you.

When he calls your name, your head shoots up instantly to turn to him. Your cheeks heat up when your eyes meet his, a smirk spreading on his face. He calls you over, finger forming a ‘come here’ motion. You instantly obey, getting out of your seat and standing over his desk. You flutter your lashes shyly at him, fingers fidgeting together as you try to kill the redness on your face. Miguel hums lazily, hand reaching out to play with a strand of your hair resting on your shoulder. Your hair is soft and silky against his fingers, his eyes watching as it twirls around his fingers.

“Tutor me.” He says simply, eyes blazing a lazy trial up to your face. His expression is one of boredom, except his eyes are glistening with mischief.

The eye contact makes you flush deeper, face practically a tomato as you refocus your gaze to his ear to avoid his gaze. A stuttered response leaves you, uncertainty masking your voice as you ask him what he needs help with. The question momentarily pauses his movements. Truthfully, he doesn’t need help with anything. He has a high class rank, closely following behind your up and coming valedictorian title. In the end, he replies with science, a class he has a perfect grade in. You instantly agree, shyly giving him a time and day to go to the library for his sessions.

He always shows up a few minutes early, you find him on his phone as his feet are propped up on a secluded table with his chair leaning on its back legs. A lazy smile crosses his face as he watches you walk over, not caring for the science workbooks you set down at the table. You try your hardest not to meet his gaze, finding it hard when he sets his feet down and leans closer towards you as you explain the material in quiet, stuttered sentences. He simply hums along to your explanations, not really listening as he brushes his shoulder against yours, accidentally grazing your hand when he points to a random paragraph, pressing the side of his knee against yours under the table.

Each touch makes you stop talking, body tensing as a flush covers every inch of your skin. His touch burns against your skin, causing your voice to waver and fingers to tremble. He drinks in every reaction, interrupting your explanations with questions whispered too close to your ear in a flirty tone. They’re questions he already knows the answers to, but he just wants to keep hearing you talk and stutter. He’ll make you late to your next tutor session with a pout, teasing that he still doesn’t understand what you’re trying to teach him. It always causes your eyes to soften towards him and make you promise that you’ll move your schedule around to make room for a sooner tutoring session. It always causes Miguel to puff up with pride at his clever antics and for his heart to beat faster at the thought of spending more one-on-one time with you.

When he’s not with you in his lovely tutor sessions, he keeps his eye on you. He watches you in the cafeteria as you offer someone your lunch because they didn’t bring any money and don’t have anything to eat. He smiles slightly to himself whenever you get stopped by an underclassman and you fuss over making sure they get to the right class and don’t end up lost in the halls. He gets slightly annoyed and furrows his brows when you hold the door open for a long string of people and only a few of them acknowledge your kindness with a thank you. You’re just so nice and he wishes he can have that sweetness of yours all to himself. Especially when he sees some random ass fuck trying their go at you. Because, of course you’re not just nice and smart, you’re a total fucking knockout.

You have the sweetest little face paired with a body any man would get on his knees to worship, (a thought Miguel thinks about very often in the comfort of a bathroom or his bedroom), the shiniest fucking eyes that always blink up at everyone like they’re the most interesting damn thing you’ve ever met, and a voice that drips of honey and hidden sex appeal. And if it isn’t your looks that instantly draw them in, it’s that perfect personality of yours. Always kind and patient and funny. You’re always walking with someone in the halls, making everyone you’re with laugh and crave to be the subject of your attention. You’re a goddamn magnet, and everyone wants to be connected to you. You’re the type of woman that would convince any man to settle down, to drop to a single knee and ask you to be his for life. Because everyone knows that you’re a once in a lifetime girl and no one will ever come close to you. Every boy (and some girls) in this damn school wants a chance with you.

And that pisses Miguel the fuck off. Because while you’re wife material, most boys here don’t even meet the requirements to be considered boyfriend material. Sleezy fucks who want a trophy wife that will suck them off after they come home from some meaningless job that they sit around all day doing nothing at. Immature cunts who think they’re funny when they poke fun at insecurities and claim it's a joke. Disgusting toddlers in overgrown bodies who don’t deserve to be in the same universe as you are. But, of course you’re still nice to them, and of course they think it means they have a chance with you.

Miguel is always clenching his jaw and preparing his fists whenever he walks into the library to meet you after one of your earlier sessions to see some disney channel-looking fucker trying to sweet talk you. Key word being ‘trying’, because he can tell from a mile away that you’re still trying to be patient even though your body language screams ‘I am so close to slapping this boy with my textbooks’. The thought makes Miguel snort out a laugh that instantly dies as he watches some Zac Efron wannabe lean closer towards you. The asshole’s eyes instantly drop to your chest, where your textbooks are causing your boobs to be pushed together, revealing the most mouthwatering sight. Miguel’s eye is practically twitching when the dude’s slimy fingers come to run down your arm with the ugliest smirk Miguel has had the displeasure of seeing.

Miguel doesn’t hesitate to walk over, walking slowly as he stops at the end of the table with a bored and displeased expression on his face. The boy, who’ll probably end up as a drug addict in his 20s, looks very annoyed at his presence. Even muttering something about Miguel being a ‘cock-blocker’ under his breath. The retort makes Miguel lift his brow in surprise. He didn’t know Mickey Mouse Junior even had a dick. Must be one of his magic mousekatools, he concludes.

Miguel ignores him, instantly turning to you. The grateful look on your face as you stare at him makes Miguel puff out his chest, proud of himself for making you feel better. His body loses the tiniest bit of tension as you smile softly at him. “He bothering you, princesa?”

You instantly widen your eyes, moving to shake your head when Donald Duck speaks up, “I think you’re the one bothering her, actually.”

He must have been a mosquito in his past life, Miguel thinks to himself, it would explain why he’s so fucking annoying. Miguel turns over to Shrek’s brother and stares him down. The boy instantly looks like he might piss his pants, but keeps his position as much as his wobbling legs can, “I think you should leave Miguel. I’m sure she’ll be…preoccupied for the next hour or two.”

His comment makes you cringe from the applied meaning and Miguel sees absolute red. He has to laugh at what this fucker thinks would have happend if Miguel didn’t show up. Yeah right, like this motherfucker could last that long. Miguel grabs the front of his collar with a tight grip, almost pulling the poor boy over the table. A vein is visibly running down Migue’s neck as his jaw clenches.

“Puta madre. Cuando termine contigo, no podrás tocar nada nunca más.” Miguel grinds out, shaking the worthless piece of shit slightly before turning towards you in a nicer, softer tone, but still laced with a bit of tension: “Go find us a nice table, hermosa. I have to take care of something real quick.”

You can only nod, watching as Miguel leaves with the boy out the back entrance of the library. You wince slightly as the door closes rather loudly, feeling a bit of sympathy for the boy who most likely won’t schedule another tutoring session once Miguel comes back. You spend the next 20 or so minutes preparing the secluded table Miguel likes best. Laying out all your books and supplies, sitting still and then getting antsy and shifting things to straighten them every few minutes.

When Miguel finds you, he walks over with his hands in his pocket. He looks just like he did a few minutes ago, his hair just slightly disheveled. Your heart might have actually stopped when his hand leaves his pocket to grab yours that are drummin nervously on the wooden table. His hand is rough compared to your soft one as he bends down and brings it to his face. His lips are soft, if not slightly chapped, when he presses a fleeting kiss to your knuckles, mumbling an apology for taking so long as he stares into your eyes. Your eyes are wide as you stutter out reassurance that it’s fine. Miguel simply hums before dropping your hand and going to sit down. He pauses when your small hands grab his once again.

Your thumb strokes over the redness and slight purple color of his knuckles, something that definitely wasn’t there when he first came in, hinting at what happened outside of the library building. A slight crease appears between your brows and your lips are in a sad pout.Your eyes don’t leave his hand when you mutter, “You’re hurt.”

Your concern makes Miguel slightly happy, liking the idea you care for him. He slips his hand into yours, bending back down as his hand goes under your chin to lift your face. Out of sight from peering eyes, he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, mkay?”

Your stuttered and shy state makes him smile, muttering how cute you are as he finally sits down. You have to clap a hand over your mouth to conceal a squeak when Miguel grabs the seat of your chair and pulls it closer to him, practically connecting the edge of the chairs. He casually throws his arm over the back of your chair, not doing any dramatics like faking a yawn or stretching. You stare and blink at him, nervousness bubbling in your stomach as he leans in closer. “Are we going to start or what, mami?”

He keeps his smile to himself, watching as you clear your throat and scramble to open your science textbook to where you had left off the last time. He just sits and watches, fingers ghosting over your shoulder gently, feeling nothing like the other guy. He listens to what you’re saying faintly, pointing at some diagram in the book. He thinks you asked him a question because you stare at him patiently, yet expectantly. He turns to you, shrugging, “Can’t see the model clearly.”

You nod, moving to push the book closer to him before his hands are on your waist. He leans fully back into his chair as he lifts you off yours and into his lap. He pulls the book in front of the both of you, head resting on your shoulder as he hums. “That’s better. Now ask the question again.”

Your brain stops functioning for a second, Miguel’s hands leaving your waist to rest against your legs, fingers slightly caressing the side of your thigh. Your nervousness makes you squirm, and his hands instantly grab onto your thighs tightly with a hiss. He grinds out for you to ask the question again, but he doesn’t sound aggressive. His voice sounds more pained and desperate. You nod with a gulp, hesitantly reasking the question that he pretends to think about before answering correctly just to hear your praise.

As you continue talking, Miguel’s fingers rub the skin just below the ending of your skirt. You try to ignore the touches, but your body melts against his front as your voice quiets and you shift your body slightly to press into him. Miguel’s breath tickles your neck and your thighs clench as a single finger slips under the material of your skirt. It just barely skims over your panties, and your breath hitches. Miguel smirks at your reactions, asking you what’s wrong as he slowly moves your leg so it hangs over his leg. You’re a stuttering mess, brain malfunctioning when his hand comes back and caresses the crotch of your panties. Your cheeks flush, knowing it’s damp in arousal.

A quiet groan leaves Miguel as he moves your panties to the side, letting his fingers rub against your bare pussy. Sticky fluid instantly clings to his fingers and his head turns to press kisses against your neck, his free hand coming up to your chin to tilt your head to the side for more room. Your hand comes down to hold his arm, eyes closing as the tips of his fingers tease your entrance. When he hears your slight whimper, he looks up to your face and pulls his fingers away, moving them to trace circles in your inner thigh.

The small sound you make in protest causes him to chuckle, “Shh, shh. Keep talking, baby. You’re supposed to help me, remember?”

You open your mouth to protest but his fingers are back, this time slowly sinking into your heat instead of just teasing with his fingertips. Your eyes instantly close again and you let out a shuddering breath. You open our eyes, trying to focus on the words in the book. When you begin to read and explain a scientific equation, Miguel’s fingers reach knuckle-deep into you. You can hear the muffled sound he makes as he continues to suck and kiss your neck. Your weak explanation is cut off when he pulls his fingers back and pumps them into you, curling his fingers. The beginning of a moan is let out before your hand clasps over your mouth. Miguel laughs evilly as he continues moving his fingers.

You're sure this is a game to him. Everytime you stop explaining things, he stops and tells you to continue. But once you start talking, his pumps and curls his fingers faster, causing you to cut yourself off when sounds of pleasures. You’re a mess by the time you finish your explanation, hips grinding into Miguel’s hand and fingers clutching to the edge of the table for stability.

Once you say your last words, Miguel speeds his fingers up and bites into your neck, “Good girl. Gonna give you a reward for being such a good girl for me, yeah?”

You don’t hesitate to nod, face screwed up in pleasure as you reach closer and closer to the edge. Miguel leaves your neck, licking the bite soothingly before tilting your face back towards him. He muffles the loud moan you make as you gush around his fingers with a deep kiss. He bites and sucks on your bottom lip, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he savors the taste of your lip gloss. His tongue swipes over the seam of your lips, causing you to part them as his tongue explores your mouth.

His fingers move to lazy pumps, working you through your orgasm before stopping completely. Your body shakes slightly against his, and he smirks into the kiss before pulling away. His fingers reappear from under your skirt, covered in your white cum. You both watch as he part his two fingers, white strings connecting the two. You let out an embarrassed whimper, watching as Miguel brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean. Your taste instantly floods his mouth and he practically rolls his eyes back. Of course you’d taste so fucking sweet and delicious. His fingers leave his mouth with a small pop, hurriedly coming back to kiss you again. A shy moan leaves you at your own taste.

Miguel’s hand moves your other leg, spreading you out fully so both of your legs are pressed into the sides of his thighs. His hand leaves your chin and scoots you further up his leg, working on undoing his jeans just enough to stick his aching cock out of his underwear. The head is red and leaking, precum sliding down his length. His hand comes to pump himself before he moves you back over him, his cock resting against your ruined panties.

“Move your panties to the side for me, yeah?” He mumbles against your lips. You comply instantly, pushing your panties to one side, moaning when Miguel takes a hold of his cock to align it with you. He pushed slowly into you, his hand releasing his cock to hold onto your thigh and to cover your mouth as you continued moaning out. He throws his head back with a choked moan the moment he bottoms out, holding still to bask in the way your tight cunt swallows him and squeezes around him.

“Feels so fucking tight. Feels like I’m in heaven.” Miguel hisses out, his hips thrusting into you experimentally.

The cutest of mewls leave your mouth, causing Miguel to nose your cheek almost lovingly. He takes his time, lazily thrusting into your pulsating pussy in an attempt to hold himself back. But he’s wanted this for so long. He’s wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to just be near you since the moment he laid eyes on you. And he’s here, in the goddamn school library, and you’re letting him fuck you as you sit on his lap. It feels like a scene straight out of some fucked-up erotica or porn video. Would it be too much if he started thanking you until he’s a babbling mess?

A strangled noise leaves Miguel when you start fucking bouncing on his cock, impatient with his slow speed. Instinctively, his hips speed up. The sound of wet squelching filling the small, unoccupied section of the library. Anyone can walk over, some poor student or librarian in need of a book only to find his good girl riding his cock so desperately. The thought makes his balls tighten and he has to distract himself before he blows his load into you too soon. He buries his head into the curve of your shoulder, shifting the hand that covers your mouth to stuff two of his fingers past your lips. Without even asking, you start sucking on them as you lift your hips up and down.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl, princesa.” Miguel praises into your ear, his hand leaving your thigh to pinch and play with your neglected clit. It causes you to squirm and for your steady riding to falter. “Oh fuck. Taking my cock so well, yeah? Taking it is so good for me. Holy fuck!”

More curses leave his mouth as he pounds into you, shifting his hips until he hits that gummy spot inside of you that causes you to wrap your arm around his neck to hold on for dear life. Your pussy just keeps quivering around him, milking him for the cum you so desperately need to be filled with. The cum he wants to fill and claim you with. The thought of you walking out of the library, hell going to tutor another student, with his cum flooding your pussy and dripping through your panties is something he’s fantasized about for months. His pure, innocent girl tainted with how dirty she is by fucking him of all people, in a place where anyone can see how naughty she really is.

“Miguel!”

The sound of your muffled call makes his eyes snap open from their closed position, He looks up at your face, watching as a line of drool drips from your stuffed mouth. He has to groan and give you deep thrusts as a thank you for the pretty sight. As he thrusts, he realizes how much your walls have contracted, practically trying to trap his cock inside you. He notices how much your body is beginning to twitch and he knows you’re close. Your eyes look hazy and the muffled moans you let out add on to how close you must be to coating his cock.

“Wanna cum on my cock, love? Gonna cum and make you all mine, yeah?” He whispers into your ear, slowing his fast thrusting in exchange for hard and deep thrusts that cause you to whine. You desperately nod your head, babbled and incoherent nonsense being said around his fingers.

Miguel let out a low chuckle, speeding up again and relishing the happy noise that vibrates in the back of your throat. Your walls clench around him like a heartbeat for a few blissful moments before you're screaming around his fingers as your back arches and thighs shake. Miguel moans as he feels you cum around him, the lewdest noises coming from your wet cunt as he hammers into you for his own release. A sweat builds up on his face as he drives into you, trying to push in and out of your tight walls that only seem to tighten the more he thrusts.

“That’s my good fucking girl. Came so beautifully around my cock.” He mumbles, looking down to where the two of you are connected to see the most gorgeous white ring at the base of his cock. He can feel himself twitching inside of you, on the brink of exploding.

Miguel bites into your neck as one last act of claiming as he spills into you, his hips not stopping as he pumps you full of his seed. A delirious moan comes from you as you feel his warmth, but you seem happy as you melt into him. Your skin is sticky from sweat, arousal, and Miguel’s saliva when he pulls his face away from your neck. The bite mark is red against the purples beginning to stain your skin. He can feel himself getting hard again at the sight of it, but he refrains from taking more than what you’ve already given him.

He lifts you up slightly, moaning as a mix of cum slowly falls from your hole, dripping onto the underside of his semi-hard cock. It drips down, merging with the cum that still sits at the base of his dick. He makes you stand between his legs, your upper body pressed against the table as you try to recompose yourself as Miguel lifts up the back of your skirt to study your glistening pussy and thighs. He pressed a small kiss on your pussy lips before readjusting your underwear to cover you again. A proud smile graces his lips as he watches the previous wet spot in them get darker from the cum still trying to leave you.

When he pulls the skirt back down, he finds you looking over your shoulder with a shy look. His beautiful good girl is back to her doe eyes and flustered cheeks. Miguel tucks himself back into his underwear, zipping himself back up. He takes the time to lazily look around, amazed that no one realized what was happening or witnessed it. He stands up off the chair, looking back towards you and wraps one of his arms around your middle to pull you up against his chest.

The tiniest of squeaks leaves you as you meet his hard chest again, looking up at him with amazement. You can’t help but study his face, admiring the way his lashes flutter as he blinks and the way he looks good from even this angle. HIs eyes look down at you briefly, a lazy smile coming over his face as he shakes his head. He works on packing up your things for you, closing the unneeded textbook and stuffing it and your other supplies back into your bag. When he’s finished, he shifts his face down towards you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

The sappy smile that appears on your face makes his heart beat fast and for his own cheeks to heat up. He gulps and clears his throat, looking away as his hand starts rubbing the skin it rests over. He slings your book bag over his shoulder, the pastel color of it a large contrast over his entirely black attire. He stares back down at you, pushing hair out of your face and tilting his head at you.

“Do you have another tutoring session to go to now?” He whispers softly, smiling when you shake your head no wordlessly. He hums in pleasure, his arm sliding from around your center and down to your hand, dwarfing it in his. He gives it a tight squeeze and pulls you with him as he starts walking towards the exit. You follow him with no resistance, just hurrying your pace to keep up with his long strides.

“Where are we going?” You ask as the afternoon sun instantly hits both of you when you walk out the door. He pulls you straight to his car, opening the passenger door for you and closing it before putting your bag in the backseat. You watch without question through the windshield as you buckle in and he rounds the car to go through the drivers’ side door. After he buckles in, he turns and starts reversing, not answering until he’s out of the parking spot and turning the wheel back to straighten it.

“Imma take you home so you can change.” He says simply, turning to throw you a quick smile before grabbing your hand again and intertwining them as he clutches onto the gearshift. “And then, I’m going to take you out on a date.”

Part 2

Literally the longest thing I’ve posted because I love this request so much! I now reached 100 pages in my writing doc. As always, SpanishDict was used.

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revelboo · 27 days ago

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I’ve only recently discovered you and your writing, and I love it so much. It’s actually reignited a fire in me to write again, for myself this time. Thank you for sharing your transformers stories with us. It doesn’t matter if it’s characters I know or not, you always write them so well that I crave more of their stories.

I have to admit that Starscream is my all time favorite though. Armada and TFP have been living in my brain rent free for entirely too long. Lord, calling TFP a dramatic turkey is so perfect. I love reading every update for them. Hope you have a good day and remember to drink water and stretch.

Write your stories! I love reading new TF stuff!

Bottom Feeder Pt 13

TFP Starscream x Reader

• Thought a flight would help clear his processor. Distract him from your scandalous, wholly inappropriate behavior. Trying not to think about whether you were trying to invite him to touch you. Feels better as he returns to his habsuite up until he lets himself in and finds you naked again. Wings lifting stiffly as you stretch languidly under the heat lamp, your weird, almost cute, little toes spreading before you slide an arm under your head. “Hey, you think I could fly your alt mode?” You ask, grinning even as his wings tremble in annoyance before he clears his vents with a huff.

• “No,” he growls, pointedly not looking at you, his wings quivering in prudish outrage. Making you want to pick at him. “Why are you always naked?” Snorting at his obvious frustration, you offer him your most innocent smile. Because admitting you’re mostly doing it just to screw with him because it bothers him probably wouldn’t go over well. “Humans are supposed to wear coverings,” he adds sourly like there’s something fundamentally wrong with you.

• “I think the real question is why does it bother you so much,” you laugh and you roll onto your belly, knees bending so your feet swing in the air. Completely unconcerned about your nakedness. That he can see everything. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe you’re wanting his attention. “I don’t even know why you care anyway.” Or not, offended he flicks his wings. Swallowing a growl as you push to your feet and drop with a splash into your little pool. Would almost swear you’re aquatic with how much time you spend paddling around. Though right now you’re floating on your back.

• Inhaling, you dive underneath and roll in the water, aware of him looming over you as a dark, indistinct shadow. Counting slowly before breaking for air and he’s dipping his long, clawed servos in to drag you to the surface, your big turkey frowning. “Don’t do that,” he growls as you sprawl against his servos. “You know it bothers me.” Everything bothers him, but you don’t say it. Something about the look on his face tempering your urge to taunt him.

• You try to push off of his servos to dive again and he lifts your soaking form to cup against his chassis, feeling the quick beat of your heart. Unable to explain that he worries when you stay under the water too long, that he doesn’t like how you look floating boneless under the surface. That it makes him anxious. That he despises the times he’s returned to find you doing that. Afraid that something happened to you every time. Moving to his berth with you, he sits and cradles you to his chassis, a servo smoothing over your head as you huff at him.

• Hanging onto his servos as he lays back on his berth with you, you splay a hand on his chassis and shift to sit crosslegged on him. “The big asshole being a dick again?” You ask and his chin tucks to stare at you. ‘No, he’s been distracted. Making me pick up the slack, not that it’s anything new,’ he mutters and this is familiar territory. Easier to deal with than whatever that worried, vulnerable look on his expression face had been because you almost feel bad about antagonizing him. Almost. “Oh, yeah?” You ask and he huffs through his vents, one corner of his mouth twitching. But you know he’s going to tell you. Loves dishing out the drama too much to resist.

#transformers x reader #starscream x reader #tfp starscream

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owololcat · 2 months ago

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Slugcat Dashboard Simulator!!!

💥 scavslayingchieftain

what in void’s name are these fucking thingies? /pos

⦻ vultureculture-deactivated119023

those are yeeks! They're normally native to outer expanse, though you may occasionally find a few in farm arrays if you're lucky! :3

💥 scavslayingchieftain

I love em gimme like 20

🍯 gourmdan-ramscug

I just saw a pup get carried into the treetops by a squidcada. Their mom was able to grab em before they could get hurt but now I'm wondering how many squidcadas it’d take to lift me…

🍯 gourmdan-ramscug

clerik dem

🎭 long-live-4pe

I think catboy pebbles would kill a wildscug.

🐁 the-johndoe

Wildscug from Outer Expanse here, can confirm. I only got one second to process the glory of an iterator in a catboy costume before I got my brain nuked and woke up back in The Wall.

🎭 long-live-4pe

… Not what I meant, but this is most certainly funnier than what I intended.

👁️ ripples-and-reflections

heyyyy sorryyyy your mate went down to the void sea and became an echo. yeahhhh he’s stuck between life and death with no escape to either. his attachment to his worldly desires was just too strong, sorryyy.

🌀 ur-getting-eepy

OE scugs, today is the day we finally decide...

🍯 gourmdan-ramscug

This is actually a fun way to gauge the colony's opinions on my antics. I’ll be keeping tabs on this! Thanks, Hypnotist!

🌀 ur-getting-eepy

OH HI DAD

🐟 moons-secret-lovechild

I just found 2 dead noodleflies with their needles shanked into each other. Can any nature-smart scugs explain why they do this?

🌼 fren2all

actually it's just a simple territorial dispute, which are always battles to the death in noodleflies. but what's really interesting is that if there's a winner left alive, they'll actually adopt the baby noots of the loser!

🐟 moons-secret-lovechild

Huh. Talk about a custody battle, am I right?

💥 scavslayingchieftain

my iterator just gave me a pearlreader and a cluster of pearls with a graphic novel series called “Spinning Top’s Folly” on them and WHERE THE FUCK HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE???

🪡 slash-srs

A new face to share brainrot with is always a welcome sight.~

💥 scavslayingchieftain

oomf, you don't get it.

i used to be a wildscug.

this is my first taste of iterator entertainment.

i can never go back.

🪡 slash-srs

OH SHIT, THAT IS A BIG DEAL. Anyways, your iterator picked a great first series for a creature who's unfamiliar with the benefactors and their history! If you're interested in fanfiction, I recommend trying to get your paws on some of the “Eternity Confluence” pearls by The Werelizard! Its this really silly canon divergence fic where Howlite Skies follows Spinning Top when they run away from the creche, resulting in extra shenanigans and a happier ending for both.

🦎 da-littlest-lizor

imma lizardcat, actually, but ty for the shoutout! I had a lot of fun expanding upon the sibling dynamic they had in the early chapters :}

🪡 slash-srs

H-HELLO?????

🐁 the-johndoe

I stole an egg with plans to eat it the following cycle but oops looks like I'm a dad now. forgive the shitty quality but meet batnip bread everyscug

🌼 fren2all

Pretty fucked up lookin slugpup

🐁 the-johndoe

monk ur supposed to be the nice one, don’t insult ur niece! >:T

🐁 the-johndoe

#so this is the fabled found family

@gourmdan-ramscug MOOOM HYPNOTIST AND MONK ARE BEING FUNNIER THAN ME ON MY OWN POSTS AGAAAAIN!

🌼 fren2all

Fuck kinda dad runs to the grandparent to solve his problems? lol

🐁 the-johndoe

I will suplex you into a patch of protorot grrr

🎭 long-live-4pe

Guess who finally got their title? The Gentleman, at your service.~

🦎 da-littlest-lizor

holup i thought u were a messenger how tf u get a title?

🎭 long-live-4pe:

I actually reside in a colony atop Four Painted Easels. I am a messenger by employment rather than by purpose!

As for how I earned a title in the first place, the scavengers took a pearl that was of great importance to 4PE, so I swiped it back from right under their snouts. Apparently I greatly resembled a gentleman thief from some old novels from the benefactor era.

🦎 da-littlest-lizor:

oh those scavs are gonna send they best elites after u lmao. i can def see how a colony would see you in that way tho, congrats! u earned it!

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shuenkio · 5 months ago

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𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾? | 성훈 -⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠-

Paring: Sunghoon X M!reader

Synopsis: A friend benefits but you have the audacity to ask him to be your boyfriend again when he thought he's already yours?

Genre: Fluff. Cw: a bit freaking at last.

Non proof read. English is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

You have always been a hater of friends with benefits for your whole life but it seems like when it was Sunghoon, he was your exception. Why not though when the Park Sunghoon guy is the most hottest and gorgeous man you've ever seen in this whole campus. Ofc you did accept his deal without even thinking.

On the other hand, Talking about how Sunghoon got his nose on you, it was like lightning struck love, the first sight he saw in you he must get you around his fingers, instantly, the thought to own you was so powerful but not until he realizes if he ask you to be his, just by the first appearance of you, would probably be so weird to even sound so that's why he come up with a deal instead. "Friend with benefits." They both fucked, make out, kissed, hang out like a real damn couple and that's not enough to make you feel the spark, to know is was all Sunghoon silly intentions, oblivious even when the taller is completely obvious but not until—

It's been a long time, days turn into week, week turn into months for 12 times. It was a cold evening when Sunghoon asked you out as usual for a date. Excited about consuming you, once the clock strikes 7, you're all good to go, all fit and clean. As if he's your soon-to-be boyfriend.

"aren't you giddy than usual? Take the wrong medicine again!?" Stare down at your sight, scanning with his brows tied together, either he was suspicious or he was weird out by your sudden side. Shrug your small shoulder, you adjust your top while palm close together, smiling at him like an awkward puppy. Sunghoon jotted his lip unsure before driving them both to the destination.

The dinner went off smoothly, the atmosphere was your favorite. A warm glow from candles and fairy lights bathes the cozy dining table. A linen-covered table holds elegant plates, steaming dishes, and crystal glasses. Soft music hums in the background, blending with quiet laughter and the clink of silverware. Plush chairs invite lingering, as wine pours smoothly and the evening unfolds in gentle warmth. you finished your dinner before Sunghoon does, to gather your heart and encourage to ask him something you've always wanted to. It's like he was a quiz you were the student, both nervous and excited, can't explain how much your cheeks hurt from the thought of him, would accept you even if there's a low chance you think he'd rejected you, but give it a shot right? At least worth a try.

Your peculiar behavior is odd enough to make him dizzy, to ask what's exactly what's wrong with you for real.

"okay m/n tell me what's going on with you? You need more money? Robux? Or what? You weird tf out of me" Sunghoon claim, swirling his glass of wine as he gulped down into his throat, clicked his tongues off of the strong tastes.

"you won't be mad if I have to let my thoughts out?" Your jaw tense up, feeling anxious that you could bite off your finger nails. The answer is only to burn Sunghoon's curiosity more. He finally let out a deep stressing sigh, composing himself to what will come toward him with your sweet mouth.

"I think I like you... Boyfriend?" face burning, quickly hides behind your hands, fingers barely able to contain your own nervous tremble. Your heart races—too fast, too loud—as the weight of this confession lingers between them. Sunghoon roots in his seat, with an easy posture, raises an eyebrow and glances at you with a half-smile, as if the situation is no big deal.

"Wait," Sunghoon says nonchalantly,

"I thought we already were dating?am I dumb or you are" He shrugged casually, as if the confession wasn’t anything new, Sunghoon tone light and carefree. He messaged his temple, so stunned with this encounter.

"I mean... You think we are? I— that's good" face turning crimson, scratches the back of your head awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. Your gaze flickers everywhere but at him, unable to hide the nervousness building up inside. You just nod slowly, unsure if he'd just made things more complicated or clearer.

"you're still not sure, maybe I should fuck until my dick leaking nonstop of you instead to know if we dating or not— aigoo"

Funtalk: I might do my experience this week 😝 guess who in skz? Well idk too—

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drowningmist · 6 months ago

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11:11 am GOJO SATORU

gojo entered the class with a shit eating grin directed towards his professor

He was late .

the professor just sighed and nodded his head allowing him to come in, he already gave up on his blue eyed student, one reason being his annoying persona another being his surprisingly high grades, so he didn't need to worry bout this one.

gojo sat on his regular place with a content expresssion, though he was always late but today's reason was different unlike everyday today he wasn't late due to playing digimon till dawn , he had went to sign up for a club the club being the book club and ofc not for the books but for a certain someone who caught his eye yesterday.

A girl who punched him yesterday.

Well, tried

He wasn't sure why tho? She was yapping something about him bullying her lil brother and he stopped listening after that .

Her lil bro was in his class. He didn't exactly bullied him, ofc how can he do such thing? He a sweetheart

Satoru just told him "hey !thanks, had a nice laugh listening to your presentation ! So awful♡"

Satoru just criticized him..criticism is important..gosh people are so fragile..BUT he hadn't expected to see that wimp to have such a hot headed older sister.

So here he was waiting for the lecture to be over.

"Gosh 'm so fckin bored"

He turned to his right and oh yes! The lil bro!

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Man was grinning heading to the club the same time he knows you arrive.

How?. Intimidated your brother into telling him Politely asked him

He entered the room and immediately spotted you, you soaked in your work haven't noticed him yet he took a seat next to you.

"Can u pass me the papers?" You asked without looking up

"Here"

You looked up.

"Thank- tf are you doing here?!?"

"I-

"Who let you come in-

"I welcomed myself-

"Get. Out."

"Meanie"

You gritted your teeth god this man was INFURIATING.

"I am a member here i applied today" satoru smiled

You scoffed "why?"

"Wdym why i love books-

"Stop fckin with me satoru i don't have time and energy to deal with you ik you have an ulterior motive"

You stared at him waiting for him to explain but satoru? Well he has selective hearing all he heard was you calling him by his first name not idiot not gojo only satoru.

Why was he feeling this way? It's not a big deal..then why is his heart thumping so loud? why does he feel dizzy?

"Satoru?"

"Huh?"

"Nvm idc about your motives you can take back your form and shove it down your ass for all i care i don't want you in my club"

"I wa-

"The door's there"

"Wait i want to-

"And here your application it's neat btw did u bully someone to ghost write this?"

"Jesus woman would you stop cutting me off?"

You deadpanned and took a sip from your banana shake♡

"I am here for you"

You choked on your banana shake♡

"And I'm not quitting this club, and as far as ik you are not the head, so you can't force me to leave, and now that it's settled, give me your number"

"No"

"You rather i go to your brother everytime i wanna text you? I don't mind but i bet he'll mind his phone stuffed with horny texts of us?"

"You are NOT goin anywhere near my brother"

"Then give me ur number"

"This is harassment i am senior if i complain you will face actions"

"Hey now you are making me feel bad"

He sighed and slumped in his chair staring at you intensely

"You will give me your number"

..after a week you did give him your number. You realised nothing good with come out in pushing him off ; his interest in you is temporary it will die down once he gets to know how boring you are, how different your lifestyle is compared to his lavish one.

It was on Christmas when you agreed to go on a date with him. 4 months passed he still didn't give up? So u agreed and a part of your agreement was your loneliness on Christmas.

Maybe after a few dates he will give up for good.

He didn't.

Not after a few dates

Not even after you kissed him in the parking lot after your 5th date. He made you earrings with small cherries glued infront for the aesthetic. They wouldn't last long but they were cute and he made them for you. He took his time to make them for you. And he added cherries cuz they were your favourite. Why? You had a habit of pushing people pushing everyone who will slow you down. People who will distract you from your priorities.; your brother. Your brother only had you and you only had him and you didn't let anyone come in between. After your parents died in an accident you were just in high-school. You had to take the role of a mother.

You weren't here to chill. You reminded yourself.

"I apologised to your brother fr this time and gifted him new headphones his bullies broke his previous ones."

What? Your brother had bullies? Why did he never told you?

"I broke the bully's hand you don't need to worry about anything so stop being fidgety and focus on me hmm?"

Huh?

"You have this frown on your face our entire date. So rude of you."

You haven't realized how overwhelmed you were until your date was over. He was taking the car out of parking when he did you told him to out . He did without any questions. You clutched his shirt with your hands trembling; he let you without a word

Did he sensed what you were feeling?

You grabbed his jaw and, without thinking further pressed your lips onto his. He kissed back so softly so gently you weren't sure this is how people kiss. Does it feel this heavenly? Like the ringing on your ears stop? Like you have finally gained peace? Like how life will suck a little less?

You were a storm he was willing to embrace.

Knowing neither of you will be stable.

He didn't gave up. You grew tired of pushing him.

Not long after he was on you. He was everywhere. He was picking you up he was dropping you off , your brother was now his best buddy. Your brother started getting lively maybe cuz he was finally free from all the bullying. YOU were lively and you were suprised at the change.

And now you let him. You let him in. You were too far gone into this. You let him hold you, kiss you, and now he won't stop. He was always kissing you any chance he got. Sometimes infront of your classmates who now won't stop teasing you for dating a junior.

But you didn't care now. You felt alive. Your brother was happy. Maybe you can slow down a little bit. Maybe finally start to live?

"Not going to the club?" Satoru asked as you pulled him in an empty classroom.

"Don't wanna" you locked the door and he let out a whistle.

"Are we fucking?- Ouchie?" You hit his arm and he leaned towards the wall rubbing his arm with a pout looking at his carefree self you let out an easy smile .

"Come here you" he pulled you closer by your waist his hands caressing your sides.

"You have slowed down a bit sweetheart, first you bunked your maths class and now not going to club?" He asked while pressing kisses on your collarbone.

You replied with a shrug and pulled him in for a kiss.

"I love this" he muttered between kisses

"Me too"

This was my brain rotting help. Might fix later this is actually a prequel kinda to this♡ all can be read as standalones.

For more here☆

#jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk gojo #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x reader #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru imagine #jjk satoru

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ringotheman · 14 days ago

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hear me out, Phantom Of The Paradise Scooby Doo Episode.

i'm not a writer, forgive my ramble

pre-intro sequence is the Juicy Fruits dress rehearsal with the car exploding, pretty much untouched except no one dies bc it's Scooby freaking doo. winslow evil laugh

Mystery Inc is on the case bc one of the boys is becoming a roadie for The Paradise, i think Fred would for sure be a Juicy Fruits fan (maybe the rest of the band too but he stands out to me) and maybe we get a little exposition about it and Death Records, maybe Daphne is a Swan fangirl??

on the way in they run into Philbin trying to convince the juicy fruits to stay, saying they're under contract. but they're leaving out of fear. they ask em what happened, they tell em about the rehearsal- Philbin asks "if not you, who else will sing Faust in The Paradise?" and they're like "idfk man ask Swan" and Daphne is like "is swan HERE??" and Philbin is like "he's everywhereee wooaaahh" or something creepy idk.

I'd want a scene where they don't meet Swan straight away and have him talk to the gang through his weird shadowy box. keep a lot of his like, mysterious type, maybe red-herring kind of character? maybe during the audition scene where Phoenix fucking slays? i dunno when exactly but having someone go "Zoinks, that guy gives me the creeps!" would be cool for his character i think.

From there i think we could have a split-up section the episode. maybe a scene where they find the tape of the car scene and the zoom on Winslow. I think they'd probably meet Swan while snooping around, Swan would indulge them with the promise that they'd get rid of his "phantom problem". (could have a one-off joke about no flash photography???) Daphne and Velma could overhear Phoenix singing either in auditions or like, backstage and have a line like "jinkies, she can really sing! she must be the lead" and have Swan be like "no, no. she's just a background singer" and then they're like "oh, what a shame- who is the lead?" and that's how they introduce Beef and The Undeads. i think Beef would get along great with shaggy and scooby so maybe there's some shinanigans to be had there.

having Scooby and Shaggy sneak around and find Winslow in the sound room he got locked in (maybe even bricks or morter around as a clue??? maybe pages of the rewritten cantata and they're like "hey scoob, this is written for a girl- but Beef is the headliner!" or smthn) and have that become a chase scene. also in terms of clues, maybe one of the gang could find a torn piece of the banner Winslow puts over the juicy fruits banners at the very beginning, maybe it just says "Win" or "Faust" like not enough to be a real clue but it circles back just enough for the explaination at the end.

so we get the opening night of The Paradise, Beef is preforming and the light falls on him just like in the movie, but again he doesn't die bc it's scooby doo. big chase, big deal, oh no. following day/night, Swan is delighted by the show, he thinks it was great. Velma throws sus on him bc "maybe he's doing it for the publicity." but regardless, Beef's injured, he can't preform. Swan's like "that's fine, i'll just preform with Phoenix" and in THIS version Phoenix hasn't gone on stage yet so its kind of a surprise Swan's giving her a chance. Fred's like "ok it's time to set a trap" and the trap would be during the wedding show, and you can have shaggy and scooby be playing the backup dancers as the very common dress-up/crossdressing gag scooby doo does. and they roll Winslow up in a big curtain like a bug and he screams in agony and defeat lmao

they unmask Winslow and the gang pulls a "who tf is this" and Swan comes up behind and proclaims "Winslow Leach, the writer of my cantata and a thorn in my side" all dramatically or whatever. then Velma (who knew the whole time bc she's a nerd) explains the backstory of Winslow being in prision and Swan stealing the cantata. then i dunno maybe we could even have a scene of Swan and Philbin getting arrested (like twist villian kinda but not) and Winslow and Phoenix get their happy ending??? for me??? please??? 🙏

anyway it ends with a song from the og cantata they get to finally sing authentically and it ends with Scooby Doo popping out of the piano and saying "Scooby, dooby dooooo!!!" and it's a banger and im a genius

#dude only like TWO people are gonna understand this post #I CONJOUR A BEAUTIFUL WORLD IF ONLY YOUD STOP TO LISTEN #potp #potp shitpost #potp au #phantom of the paradise #scooby doo au #scooby doo #mystery inc #scooby gang #ringotheman

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murfpersonalblog · 23 days ago

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AMC, is this Talamas.ca website CANON?

Imma just assume everything on this site is legit, cuz it's more fun that way, duh. 😅

"de Lioncourt de Pointe du Lac," IS THIS CANON, AMC? 👀 Did that Black girl LEGALLY walk around in Jim Crow NOLA with TWO DIFFERENT MEN WITH TWO DIFFERENT LAST NAMES' & TWO DIFFERENT RACES' surnames? Explain!!!!

Ok, confirmation that Sept 21st really is Claudia's birthday. So it's NOT the date that she was Turned? (I assumed she was Turned sometime between Sept 1st - Nov 12th.)

Uh, NO ONE in either season has ever referred to Lestat as "the Brat Prince." Yes, Louis said in 1x6 that Lestat was a brat (derogatory) for not killing Antoinette, but he didn't call him a prince. So where is the Talamasca getting this information from? Is this something DANIEL calls Lestat in the actual book/tour?

I like that the Talamasca is letting it be known that the Cloud Gift is NOT a "baseline vampiric power." This is NOT something the average vamps can do by default. The Cloud Gift is the mark of an exceptionally strong vampire, and it's a BIG deal that Lestat can do it pre-QotD, cuz it implies that he drank A LOT of Akasha's blood the very first time in the 1700s, unlike book!Lestat. Which means Les is MUCH more powerful than he was in the books. And also means the Ep5 fight was NOT EVEN.

Lestat is "KNOWN" to Turn humans against their will--wuuut? 🫖👀 Wait--how are they gonna spin Lestat turning Nicki then? 👀 Cuz the argument can 100% be made that neither Nicki nor Louis were in the right or healthy mental/psychological state to properly CONSENT to become vampires, esp. since Nicki was actively losing his mind and Louis was roaring drunk & suicidal. And ofc Claudia said during the Trial how "that f****r didn't ask, gave me no say!," directly paralleling Lestat with Magnus. But is David Talbot actually gonna be a thing?! 😱😩 PLEASE say it ain't so, AMC, I can only take so many racist old white men on the same show, and that slot's already been filled, thank you very much!

Previous lovers are indeed Lestat's weak spot--and Rhoshamandes exploited TF outta that factoid in the PL Trilogy; GOD I hope AMC gets that far with the books!

Why bother greying out Louis' profile and put it all the way at the end of the list? (Thank you @crazykuroneko for the unblurred image!)

Ok, confirmation that Louis' birthday really is 1877, and that the 1878 & 1879 dates in the other episodes were dead wrong.

Claudia called Louis the "BLACK Angel," not the "Dark Angel" wtf

It's not human "emotion" that makes Louis empathetic, it's about humane treatment & giving people the DIGNITY & RESPECT that HE was never given as a Black man in racist AF America. He hates the "extravagant/sadistic" killing of Lestat & the "cruel, barely motivated violence" of the Theatre coven. It has nothing to do with human "EMOTION;" he just tries to prove that just cuz vampires are monsters doesn't mean they have to behave monstrously--Jacob said Louis tries to be "elegant" and rise above his biology, even when he too wants nothing more than to swim in blood. Who TF made this website? This can't be canon. 🤦

"PRESUMED deceased." 👀 Jfc are they bringing him back for S3?

The shapeshifting & dematerialization etc only counts while Lasher was a GHOST--that isn't a natural Taltos ability though. Their records should've specified that--I HATE that Esta didn't stick to the source material, where the book was VERY explicitly a GHOST story about a haunted house/family of witches.

The Talamasca should know what Taltos abilities actually are now, since they now have all of Cip's biological GRANDCHILDREN (Lasher's kids).

And I guess this also confirms that The Talamasca DON'T have Emaleth in custody, which means she really is missing. 👀

Yawn, as usual.

TL;DR: I hope this website isn't canon, and if it is, I hope they edit/update it with more accurate/precise information. Cuz this ain't it, chief. For a Talamasca database/bestiary website, I'd hope/expect them to be on their A-Game, esp. since they know what a "rabid/unwell" fanbase they have, and that book readers are also watching what they do with the lore.

#amc immortal universe #interview with the vampire #justice for claudia #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #mayfair witches #iwtv tvc metas #i hate math #louis de pointe du black

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penpassthepen · 2 years ago

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Hiii pooks! 😙 I love❤️ ur writhing sm

I’ve been having such a spider man phase after watching the new spider verse movie and I was wondering what would the turtles think when they figured out reader being NY’s Spider women or spider person like they haven’t told thier turtle bf about it and stuff (live for the drama😵‍💫)

Always love you and def feel free to ignore!

I LOVE THIS thank you pookie 🤭 hope u like it 🫶🏻🕸️ u didn’t specify so I’m gonna assume you meant the rise turtles!

Rise! Leo, Mikey, Donnie, Raph x Spider-Woman! S/O

ROTTMNT x Reader

fluff! :D, fem! reader, contains swearing, not proofread

Leo

- He may not be the brightest mutant, but he is observant

- Probably interrogated the info out of you

- -> “Y/N, where exactly were you last night?” “Oh, uh…I was with, um, April.” “That’s funny…considering April was with us!”

- It didn’t really shock him to find out you had a big secret, what did shock him is what that secret is

- He’s also a little hurt that you didn’t tell him. Don’t you trust him??? But that wasn’t his biggest concern

- “Wait, so like…spider woman as in like, big mama kind of spider woman?” NO-

- You would have to really explain it to him

- But let’s be real, he still wouldn’t understand so you’d have to show him by like climbing up the fucking wall or something

- But he really does think your powers are super sick

- Laughs when you try to explain your spidey senses -> “wait, you’re serious?”

- ^ calls them your “tingly thing”

- maybe you can web his fucking mouth shut

- LOVES your suit, thinks you look stunning and super awesome

- “You know, I always said that was your color Y/N!”

- Invites you to patrol with them! (then he doesn’t have to do as much)

- thinks you’re so hot when you fight (NOT IN A FREAKY WAY YOU FREAKS) and hypes you up

- freaks tf out if he ever gets a web on him, including if you were to swing with him to get out of harms way

- doesn’t ask for them, but he can’t deny he likes the iconic Spider-Man kisses

Mikey

- would just straight up ask if you’re hiding something. Dr.Delicate touch DOES NOT PLAY ‼️

- Of course this would be something you’re hesitant about, but he would remind you that you can confide in him

- Def was not expecting THIS.

- He is asking you a million questions all at once, and will sit nicely and listen as you explain with starry eyes (stop lookin at me with them big ole eyes)

- You’re #1 fan and biggest hype man

- Thinks you’re the coolest person ever fr

- Wants to swing around on your webs with you. Around NYC, in the lair, in Donnie’s lab, on missions, it doesn’t matter he WANTS it.

- THE ICONIC SPIDER-MAN KISSES ALL THE TIME ITS HIS FAVORITE WAY TO KISS YOU NOW

- weirdly interested in your webs 🕸️

- Compliments your suit anytime you wear it around him; thinks your mask is so so cute

- ^ in his free time he’ll sketch and color new suit designs to show you (also just drawings and paintings of you in your suit)

Donnie

- isn’t going to pry any secrets from you; but he does secretly wish you’d come to him on your own.

- so you can imagine his gratitude and relief when you finally tell him what’s up

- Doesn’t really say anything about it, but he doesn’t get why you didn’t just tell him sooner. I mean, you do know he’s a hero too, right?

- he’s fascinated, he’s never seen anything like your powers before. especially because you’re not a mutant.

- really just asks questions about how it all works. Your webs, how you stick to surfaces, your enhanced senses, the whole deal yk?

- He did NOT like big mama’s webs, and he doesn’t really like yours either I’m so sorry.

- ^if he needs them, would ask to use some like he did with Big Mama’s

- It’s not you I swear he just can’t do it

- you could like climb all over his lab ceiling and walls and scare the shit out of him tho

- ^ “Y/N get down this instant! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS-“

- admires your enhanced senses and intuition of danger

- is absolutely gonna make gear for you, as well as offering to make upgrades to your suit

- wouldn’t really directly say it, but he really likes the design of your suit. it just fits you so well. (he IS going to make a purple one for you)

- would scream if you ever just dropped down in front of him to kiss him spider man style

- ^ traumatized; it’s not his favorite thing but he doesn’t mind terribly

Raph

- might take him a while to notice if something is off about you. Leo or Mikey would probably have to directly point it out for him to realize fully

- Isn’t going to beat around the bush and just asks why you’re acting lowkey shady

- really shocked, might take him a second to process even if he doesn’t really know exactly what you mean at first

- honestly he understands why you keep it a secret, just a little saddened that you kept it from him

- He’s gonna need you to really explain your powers

- ��…where do the webs come out of tho?”

- would deepen your bond and connection. you can really relate to each other carrying a deep burden and the pressure of responsibility.

- AMAZING DUO with his strength and your agility

- very good hype man

- takes you on most missions and patrols, thinks you’re a really valuable asset to the team

- also calls your spider senses your “tingly thing”

- it’s not that he doesn’t like your webs, something about them just make him nervous. Refuses to let you swing him on them unless he’s in immediate danger.

- does NOT let you crawl around the lair walls, he’s scared you’ll hurt yourself

- ^ “Y/N! You’re gonna hurt yourself, GET DOWN!”

- really thinks you look so pretty in your special suit, he just doesn’t know how to say without feeling like he sounds dumb. He would DIE if it was red.

- “ I really…er, like your costume.”

- very supportive! he gets the struggle of protecting the city, but is happy you get to do it beside each other. :D

- he likes the spidey kisses, they just really fluster him

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y’all I’m sorry if there is any misinformation in this don’t flame me but I haven’t seen atsv yet

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ronearoundblindly · 11 months ago

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I just want to start this off by saying you are one of my favorite Steve writers of all time I can’t believe I just randomly found you one day. Every time I read something I think “oh this is her best” and then I go to something else and literally the same reaction so thank you of sharing this for free. The comfort reading your Steve stories give me is unexplainable.

LOL the funniest thing is I found your works on ao3 first and at first I didn’t click the tumblr there so when I found the CEO au here I was like “um excuse me who tf is plagiarizing — oh wait no same person. Thank god”

So I don’t know how you feel about writing about pregnancy and kids but Steve having to deal with that especially in the Sun Salt and Shield AU is so hilarious to me. Is there a hc you have about that? Or just in general about them getting more serious. I love that you didn’t take the easy way out and just “Splash”ify the mermaid reader.

Um🥹😚, all of this is great, and I'm not trying to just skip over all your lovely compliments (also, good looking out on the plagiarism because that issue's going around again 🥲). I just want to jump right into the headcanon of pregnancy and kids for Sun, Salt, and Shield.

This is mostly rambling. Sorry it's not well-formed, but there *might* be a chapter of fic percolating from this. No warnings. No detailed talk of pregnancy or birth, only vague reference.

Just the other day I revisited an ask about MissG/Doll not having the more humanoid body of idk-what-to-call-them classical mermaids?? And I wondered if that (the classic look) could have been a blended species from way in the past between deep sea mermaids and humans--essentially, would Doll and Steve have children that looked more like what we typically see as mermaids?

It's an interesting train of thought, and, frankly, perfectly logical. If they had a kid or kids, that's likely how I'd do it.

However--and this is a big HOWEVER,--I am admittedly not a big fan of pregnancy, kidfics, and all that 'adorable' parenthood stuff. Sounds a little cruel that way, but there you have it. I'm me. I make things more complicated than they need to be.

I would make pregnancy a different experience from humans. Doll's kind would have a different mentality toward offspring than humans. Some hilarious and/or angsty misunderstandings could ensue.

For example--because I don't think too deeply into these matters, shhhh--based on the sheer size of her whole species, I don't think deep sea mermaids visibly look pregnant like humans. Their hips simply get wider and they sort of thicken all the way through their torsos to mid-tail. Honest to goodness, humans truly just think Miss G is getting fat, but just in a 'putting on weight' way, not a nasty judgy way. In this event, and since you/G do not have the vocabulary to explain, your pregnancy goes unnoticed until it is very advanced.

To you, this is a common inevitability in the sea between mates, but there isn't the type of hoopla--for lack of a better term--surrounding the process.

So you're pregnant? Big deal?

Ummmm, wow, the wheels are really starting to turn on this, but also your species doesn't have a calculated sense of time. You live in mostly darkness (and the ambient/changing light of other mermaids' tails), so you wouldn't have any real way of explaining how long gestation for a baby is. Likely, the kid would grow super fast, too. Means Tony still doesn't know the average lifespan of your species because there are no common/known markers to describe how long your 'elders' have been alive.

Stuff I haven't worked out yet: would the child of a deep sea mermaid and a human be able to live in either native environment? That's where I'm thinking the lower-depth, classic mermaid comes into play; still has fins, can breathe air for short periods (but longer than you), probably can't handle heavy pressure for very long though (since you spend far longer in a pool, not the pressure chamber asleep, than most deep sea-ers while pregnant), and is lighter colored in scales and features than you due to the shallower water (more affected by sunlight).

I do think it would be cute for the child to have Steve's blond hair and blue eyes simply because that is unheard of in your species (as are the paler scales and armoring. I should mention that since you have lavender eyes--i.e. very light sensitive--human blue eyes are comparatively dark.

You'll notice I'm not saying son or daughter. When newborn young...I don't think anyone can tell if the child is male or female. I don't thing G's species cares, and I think you'd be very confused by how intently Tony and Steve try to figure that out. Conceptually, it simply doesn't matter at all what sex the kid is until puberty, and even then...it still sort of doesn't??

Hmm. That's all I got on this for now, but I sense I could probably come up with some interesting angst with a happy ending from it.

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Not that it matters, but I love 'Splash.' I've learned that it's fine to explore fantastical things to all sorts of degrees, and as almost all of fandom can tell you, fluff is great, fluff is necessary, and fluff keeps us afloat. Big HOWEVER, it is not okay to wash away anyone's race or heritage (in this case--obviously fake--a species' culture). Be respectful. It's that easy.

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mochinomnoms · 2 years ago

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Sequel to my "Best (human) boy for periods" ranking; here comes the worsties (Affectionate)

Ace - Ultimate teenage boy(tm), is gonna make a big stink and fuss over how he doesn't wanna hear about you being on or think about it. "No poops, no farts, no periods"! kinda guy. He'll get better when he's older but in your first year as friends? He's gonna tease and antagonise you. If you're the emotional type when you'er on, you can turn the tables on him by crying and getting the whole class to go "Wow, what an asshole" at him for the rest of the week tho.

Vil - This guy holes everyone to the same standards as him, fully believing everyone can give 110% at all times. He's gonna come at you about how just because you're on the rag doesn't mean you can start snacking on chocolate bars all the time (or any comfort food). He WILL critique your skincare routine if your skin breaks out. One day he'll look back at how he treated you and thank Rook for literally carrying him away from you before you killed him.

Epel - Not really his fault, but considering his "old fashioned" upbringing, things like periods were just Not Discussed, even between the women in his family, so Epel's first reaction to learning that you're on is just a sound "I didn't hear that" slowly evolving into a "Why tf are you telling me this?" (Because I bled through my trousers and can't get up from this chair Epel, jeez). Just will not engage with the subject at hand.

Deuce - More of an inbetween than actually the worst(tm), he earns a lot of brownie points for wanting to help you and is the type to panic buy every item on the shelf. BUT! if you're the type to get moody or aggressive when you're on, he's instinctively gonna meet aggression with aggression and you two will have to be seperated for a while.

Idia - Just straight up wont deal with it, he'll send Ortho to help you. Best you're gonna get from this guy is a "RIP LMAO" when you text him that you're on :(

Honorable mention: Silver. Not his fault either, but being raised in a predominantly fairy based family unit, periods are an alien concept to him. Won't really understand what's going on when you try to explain it to him, and with Lilia as his main guide, is gonna make a LOT of mistakes before he gets things right but he get's a lot of points for trying to help. Might even use his UM to see into your dreams/memories to get a feel for what it's like, just so he can better know how to help you.

Aww, see I get that it would be realistic for some of the boys to be immature and get grossed out, but it's a fantasy world! Maybe my fantasy is that the boys are semi-educated on the human body and are gonna support me during my periods 😭

I really think both Vil and Deuce should be given more credit, though. Vil is very in touch with his femininity, and doesn't really disrespect others unless they disrespect him or cause trouble, based on his interactions with others at least. I think he'd be excellent because he can make the best pain potions for your cramps, and might be willing to give you tips on how to care for your skin during your hormonal periods. But only if he likes you.

Deuce was raised only by his mama, and based on what I know of her from the JP event, she def gives off the vibes of "I'm teaching my son how to care and respect women." He'd probably understand that you're not being aggressive with him for the sake of it, you emotions are being messed with due to all the hormones fluctuating in your body. But I do agree that he is the type to panic buy one of everything to help you out.

The others, I can see it, though I would like to this that Epel's case is less of being raised old-fashioned (nothing about him and the way he interacts with others screams old-fashioned to me), and more of being one of the few young people in a town of old people. The folk that can have periods don't because they've probably gone through menopause! It doesn't occur to them that he should probably know about periods!!!

Ace and Idia are just immature and dumb and I love them. Also, rip Silver, he's never interacted with another human outside of Sebek's dad.

Anyways my headcanon for the TWST universe is that they actually teach biology and anatomy so people aren't taught to know nothing about things like periods. Cause that's stupid why do we do that?

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #vil shoenheit #deuce spade #epel felmier #ace trappola #idia shroud

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ifearimaybeanamericanidiot · 1 year ago

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could u do a smut where Chris is just constantly playfully teasing the reader (ruffling her hair, humping the air if she bends over, calling her names) and the whole time she’s trying to get his attention and seduce him but he doesn’t get it until she gets annoyed and has to explain herself

Chris x reader

TW: smut, uhhhh language ig, angst?

We're filming a video for the guys' Friday post. Well, we were. Now, we're just sitting in the car and talking about random shit. Chris is in the front with Matt. I'm in the back with Nick and their friend Kaitlyn. Apparently, they had just recently gotten close with her and wanted her to have fun with the Friday video too.

Honestly, I don't see how they like her. I don't. Normally, I'm a girl's girl. The whole time, she was pushing me away though. The angle is hard to get right in the car when it's more than just the guys. Everyone knows that. Nick is in his usual spot, Kaitlyn took the middle, so I'm sitting behind Chris's seat. Normally, I wouldn't mind because it's not a big deal. I can just peak around his seat to be in frame. Except, Kaitlyn talks with her hands which gives me into the back corner hidden by Chris.

At one point, she literally pushed my head back. Nick, Chris, and Matt were so involved in arguing that they didn't notice though. Kaitlyn, of course, was right in the middle with all the typical pick me lines. 'Guys, this isn't you 🥺' It's so fucking annoying.

Plus, she's all up on Chris and Matt. She's touching their arms, twirling and flicking her hair. It's so stupid. She's so stupid. A pang of guilt strikes me as I think it.

"We should go back to your place." Kaitlyn drags her hand down Chris's arm. "Wouldn't that be fun?" She turns to Matt. "We can drop little miss hermit back here off." Never fucking mind. I'm glad I thought she was stupid. And a bitch.

"No, we're having a sleepover? The fuck?" Nick intervenes. I love him. He's a good friend.

"Oh. Whatever. Me, Chris, and Matt will have fun." I roll my eyes and grab my phone. I text Nick.

| tf is her problem.

| I have no fucking clue- she's getting on my nerves though

| THEY DON'T WANNA FUCK YOU BITCH

| 🤭🤭🤭

Kaitlyn tries to peer at mine and Nick's phone screens. I'm glad we invested in the privacy screen protectors.

| I'm going to text the GC to see if there's any chance of shaking her.

I give Nick a subtle thumbs up. After a minute, Nick frowns. Matt starts the car and begins pulling out of the driveway. Shit.

| I'm guessing Chris and Matt are oblivious as fuck?

| 100%

I frown, closing my messages and turning my phone off. Come on guys, see what a dick she is. I turn to look out the window and wait for this awful ride to be over. Kaitlyn non stop flirts the whole time. It's ridiculous. And since Matt is driving, pretty much all of her attention is on Chris.

It's driving me crazy. It's not fair. I was so sure Chris had feelings for me too. I had planned on telling him about my feelings soon, but now, with this girl, I don't know. Maybe he was just being nice to me.

We get to the house and before the car has stopped, I'm flinging open my car door and jumping out. I slam the door closed, stomping up to the front of the house. I grab the extra key from under the potted plant and let myself in. It's ridiculous.

I fly up the stairs to Nick's room. I know he'll be up in a minute so I'm satisfied with just waiting right here. I think about all the times Chris cuddled up against me during movie nights. Or how he would pick up a chunk of my hair and start playing with it, wrapping it around his finger only to let it fall back. Or the many times I would bend over to pick something up and he would place his hands on my hips, acting as though he was fucking me. Friends don't do that shit, right?

I express all of this to Nick when he comes up to his room, locking his door behind him. "I just- I'm so mad."

"I understand, sort of." Nick lays on his bed. "Chris does like you, I'm sure of it. I don't know why he's acting like this though."

"What was the witch doing when you came up?" I ask, not sure if I really want to know.

"Oh, Chrissy poo! Matty poo! Let's watch a movie!" Nick does his best impression of Kaitlyn. I laugh hard.

"Let's go bake something." I suggest. Nick oooo's at the idea but suggests changing clothes first. He changes into just a T-shirt and shorts. I get an evil little idea. "Nick, can I borrow one of your shirts? But like, one that Chris and Matt haven't really seen?"

"Sure," he grabs one out of the very back of his closet. "An ex got it for me as a gag gift." He explains. It's a light pink shirt that says 'daddy's girl' in a ridiculous flowy font. I giggle.

"Do you think Chris would die over this?" I ask.

"He'd get a kick out of the shirt alone, if you wear that one pair of shorts you have though-" I know exactly what pair he means. The pair I've had since the 8th grade, the pair that I wore to band camp. They stick to me like glue, and barely go down three inches. I left them here one night. I pull them from a drawer and force them on. The shirt covers my ass, unless I bend over or lift my arms. Perfect.

"Do I look good?" I ask.

"You look perfect." Nick assures me. We head downstairs. "Should we make cupcakes?"

"I'm down for whatever!" I bounce down the stairs. These shorts bring back memories of baking out in the high noon heat in July for hours. They fill me with the confidence of a 16 year old girl that's just perfected rifle turns.

"Hey! Where'd you two go?" Chris's head pops up off of the couch.

"Oh, just to change, we're about to make cupcakes!" I say before Nick can. He goes into the kitchen, probably to get the stuff out.

"Oooo, cupcakes!!" Mat claps his hands together. I smile, and turn around to walk into the kitchen. I let my hips swing a little more than they usually would.

Chris, Matt, and Kaitlyn end up following me into the kitchen. They don't really do much. I get Nick the things he needs, and he does all the mixing. It's a good process.

"Shit." He drops a spoon.

"It's fine! I got it!" I bend over to pick it up. I feel hands on my hips, and for the first time ever, something hard brushes against me. There's a gasp and heavy stomps.

"How dare you! I've been trying all night!" Kaitlyn stomps out of the room, Matt following her. I stand up. Nick puts the cupcakes into the oven.

"I'm going to make sure Matt gets rid of her. Watch the cupcakes." Then, he leaves the room. Now, it's just me and Chris.

I hop up onto the counter. Chris strikes to ruffle my hair but I dodge him. "Hey-" he says sadly.

"No. Don't do that sad shit. You should have thought about this before you let her practically suck your dick the whole night." I say it without thinking. "You don't get to have her and me."

"I don't want her." I roll my eyes at him. "I'm serious. I was just being nice." He fits himself between my legs. "I should have told you. I want you."

"Yeah, you should have." I cross my arms.

"You're so pretty, you know that? Your sweet face, perfect body, great personality." He trails off. "Can I make it up to you?"

"You could fuck me." I say jokingly.

"Okay." He unzips his jeans, the rare time he actually wore them. "I'll fuck you so good."

"I was kidding. Just cause I've been trying to get in your pants doesn't mean I'm going to take advantage like this."

"You've been what." It doesn't sound like a question.

"I've been trying to seduce you, one could say."

"Fuck, please let me fuck you." He leans his head against mine. "Been wanting you, didn't think you wanted me back. Please, let me fuck you over the counter, right here. Right now." The heat in the bottom of my stomach makes me give in to what I want.

"Okay, gotta be quick. Before Nick gets back." He nods and kisses me. I'm surprised but I kiss back. Quickly, the kiss is over and he's bending me over the counter, face down. He merely pushes the shorts to the side to allow himself access to slip in.

He does. God, he's big. His dick feels huge inside me, his hands feeling goat trailing my body. I feel like he's crowding me with his size.

"Move, please move." I plead with him. He moves slowly at first, pulling back a few inches before fucking that back in. "Please, Chris. Fuck me." He pulls out, leaving just the top inside before sinking all the way in. From there, he's fucking me into the counter. He leans down, changing the angle and talking in my ear.

"Fuck, princess. You feel so good. Perfectly taking my dick. My good girl." He wraps his hand around to thumb at my clit. "Daddy's good girl." It isn't long before I'm squeezing around him in the height of my orgasm. It isn't too terribly long before he's pulling out to finish across my thighs.

"Fuck." He steps away, coming back and wiping my legs with a paper towel.

"You took me so good. M so proud of you." He picks me up, hugging me tightly. He presses kisses all across my face.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut

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yassmines · 5 days ago

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i had a dream i’ve had before

it starts off with a girl being startled awake from a bloody nightmare. but rather than in bed, she finds herself in a hallway holding a basket with her laundry folded inside.…was i doing my chores in my sleep??? she’s so exhausted she doesn’t think abt it further. goes to her room puts the basket down and goes back to sleep

my dream skips a bunch of time she’s living there w her mom dad and brother. she comes home from school it seems like and goes to the bathroom.

(frankly this part of the dream is literally my mind screaming at me to go pee irl. instead another part of my mind decided to start working on her screenplay)

she goes to flush the toilet first bc she sees toilet paper in there. immediately starts flooding. she turns off the knob for the water and looks at the toilet. some idiot filled this thing with vegetables. her mom appears and starts explaining. she’s speaking quickly but none of it made sense. (didn’t have anywhere else to cook? toilets don’t cook tf are u on…) but the girl cannot interject there’s just a steady stream of words coming out

she’s pushing her mom out so she can fix the toilet and pee but when she’s on the other side and locks the door she turns around and her mom is there blow drying her hair. she doesn’t have time to think abt how she’s doing this bc she rly needs to go. she leads her out again but it keeps happening. still she doesn’t stop to consider how. she’s not scared but she’s getting frustrated and tells her mom i don’t want to be watched

her mom is still talking. a steady stream of words, and she tells her it’s not a big deal. it’s a big bathroom why are you making this a problem? i want to be here

the girl heard big and remembers finally. it’s a big house. they have other bathrooms. ok she’s like fine you can stay here i’ll use one of the other ones. her mom tries to walk through the door behind her to the next bathroom but the girl locks the door too fast. she’s about to use the bathroom but she hears a click behind her. her little brother just opened a door in the wall that seemed to rotate into the room.

shes annoyed but she says ok i have to pee rn but later show me how u did that. she pushes him out the bathroom too. (in the dream she finally pees, irl my bladder is screaming)

when she comes out it’s like her brain has started is coming out of a fog. she lives in a big house. but she doesn’t know whats behind half these doors. most of her thoughts feel like dreams.

she walks through a door and finds a giant ballroom. huge windows from the floor to the ceiling. 100 feet high. covered by huge wooden shutters. one of the giant shutters is slightly open and she peeks out to see dead trees barely hanging on to their leaves and she thinks. why don’t we ever use this room. we should eat here in the spring and open all these shutters. let the light in! the trees will look better then. she thinks there’ll be flowers

she keeps walking and now it’s feeling more surreal to her. she always sees and hears things that are out of place but shes gotten in the habit of brushing them off for her peace of mind

this she cant ignore. she walks into a room full of little fluffy llamas, each sitting in their own soft white bed, each being tended to by young women. she used to feel crazy. shed seen a four legged white blur run from one room to another before. but when she followed there would be nothing there. so its confirmed. there are llamas in this house i guess? why? maybe breeding them for their wool? she doesnt dwell she wants to keep moving

she hears her moms voice excited behind her. oh my god! there’s a carnival through this one! the girl turns around and yeah her mom has a door open and there are huge carnival rides on the other side. it doesnt even really look like a room though. it looks like if u stepped through youd just be in an outdoor carnival

she doesnt want to go outside so she looks through more doors. this one is similar to the llama room but the young women are tending to teenage girls all in white night dresses. brushing their hair and talking to each other over their heads. theyre asking who should be next? they describe all the girls characteristics/ages/birth places

one of the young women asks, can i say something? i think it should be her. she points to the girl who walked thru the door. it just makes sense it should be someone solemn. something about looking solemn is so regal. she turns to the girl, actually addressing her. where are u from? newark?

she doesnt know Whats going on but this bitch just tried to insinuate that she seems like shes from new jersey. im from new york tf? are we in new jersey right now?? the girl is irritated at this point and keeps walking through to a door on the other side of the room

this time she sees her dad in the room. its nice in here. hes folding big fluffy blankets and clothes into a dark wicker basket. another girl wearing white is lead into the room by the jersey people but she keeps looking at her dad.

then her dad says to her very calmly as he’s folding. u kno this is one of the first things i did for you when we moved to this house. i stood here and folded your clothes. then i came to you while you slept and brought u to this room.

(atp he pulls a big sharp hook he approaches the girl in white, whos standing there docile as can be, he stabs her in rapid succession, in the neck twice, in her belly three or four times. she collapses to the ground.)

he approaches his daughter. and then i gut you like a fish. the girl he just stabbed starts struggling to stand up. when shes standing he hands her her basket and she walks away

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donsdailydiary · 8 months ago

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Most absolutely insane instance of ableism up next guys. Buckle tf up.

During weightlifting (which I am forced to take in order to graduate on time in May), we were walking/jogging. Whenever he tells us to change from walking to jogging, I pick up my cane and jog to the best of my ability. No big deal. Never has been before.

But yesterday, some stupid freshmen preppies thought it would be funny to antagonize me. First I heard them behind me asking questions to each other doubting if I "even need" my cane (I do), and they were giggling at each other. Whatever. Stupid fucking kids. Eventually though, they started passing me by and purposely lingering a few feet in front of me, constantly looking behind them to see if I was still looking at them. They started to slow down to the point I had to practically stop jogging. I eventually went around them, and passed them by.

They fucking made a game of running full speed past me when we jog, slow down to a crawl when we walk, I pass them, and they sprint right past me and slow down in front of me. They looked behind their shoulders and chuckled every time. I didn't want to cause problems for myself (my school is super ableist), so I just stopped completely and glared at them with the fury of a very, very fed up cripple. Even when I continued to walk with the group, no matter how far ahead they got, I fucking glared. Their smiles were wiped for a minute, and I eventually just went back to doing the normal exercise. But alas. They slowed down too much for me not to pass them again.

This time I wasn't gonna just let it happen. When she jogged past me, I help out my cane to the side for her to run into. I told her "Oops! Sorry, it slipped... Next time don't be an asshole."

But of course, it just had to be a huge fucking deal and she immediately went to the coach who DESPISES me for being trans and disabled in HIS class. Throwing around the whole "[He] hit me and called me an a-hole" little privileged dumbass type shit. When he asked me I told him I did not hit her, and continued walking and going about my business.

She stopped doing that shit, and eventually just kept far ahead of me. I would stop walking/jogging entirely every time she got too close.

But OF FUCKING COURSE, it was just TOO FUCKING FUNNY for her to settle at that. From a far distance ahead of me, she slowed down and I fucking watched her take a goddamn photo of me. Who the fuck do you think you are? Literally what kind of idiotic numb-headed fucking privileged little shit do you have to be to think that's funny AT ALL? I tried to tell the coach she photographed me, and he immediately sided with her and said if she took a photo of me and they "see me hit her" on the cameras, we would both be expelled. I have a lot more to lose personally, and I know this school would fail me. Especially if Mr. Bigot told the principal about it instead of me. So I just told him it's not that big of a deal and I could just cope. He tried interrogating me about it, asking why I wouldn't want him to tell somebody if I didn't hit her. I didn't bother trying that hard to explain and I just gave up. I'll talk to the vice principal about it later, but I'm sure she will deny her obviously disgusting behavior. I put up with it too long in my opinion, and honestly I wish I could've swung my cane at her knees and made her fall. Stupid fucking prick. I'm not one for violence, but she better fucking watch out because I will not be as lenient next time.

#cripple #cripple punk #cpunk #c-punk #punk #disabled #cane user #mobility aid #physically disabled #visibly disabled #visible disability #im so tired of stupid ableist kids i am going to snap and hit somebody really hard with my cane

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limeinaltime · 9 months ago

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Been meaning to make an Aster lore post (and lore about Z-777 and this AU in general) since I have many thoughts about her right now so here.

CW: Abuse, violence, medical malpractice/horror/gore, Urbanshade generally being terrible and making Aster feel terrible

Aster's birth was not planned, and she was the result of a one-night stand between a strange man and Beatrice Hawkins, the wife of Urbanshade operative Judas Hawkins. Judas got promoted because of this, his co-workers were not happy about that.

Judas and Beatrice are just Bojack Horseman's parents but involved in corporate conspiracy bs. Judas was the more physically abusive, controlling parent, Beatrice was, like her namesake, a neglectful, verbally abusive alcoholic.

Learned how to fight through schoolyard brawls. She bites. Hard.

Aster has a sneaking suspicion that the community she grew up in was a cult. It definitely was.

She and Sebastian were partnered up for a project or smth (this was probably before he switched to engineering. It was amicable but eventually grew into something genuine. Their college era makes me sick they really could've had it all but fucking Mr. Shade stole that from me and I hate him for it.

Urbanshade was aware of this. They were unaware of just how much it escalated (they still are) but they could tell he was getting attached to her and vice versa.

They could excuse a casual passing friendship or even a casual hook-up/friends w/ benefits deal, but a genuine bond is a big no-no.

And then they hire Sebastian to do some engineering/electrical work and he stumbles upon something shady, probably a weapons cache (or even the storage for the previous Z-777 harvests). In smart horror movie character fashion, Sebastian decides to not play hero and wisely peaces tf out, but Hawkins probes him about his feelings before he can get to the door and oh yeah bro's smitten.

An attachment is an attachment, and attachments lead to problems. And Urbanshade is very good at getting rid of its problems. Who gives a damn that Sebastian's literally just some well-meaning guy and Aster doesn't know about any of this, fuck them kids.

They were initially going to tamper with a later job and get Sebastian killed, but they didn't account for Aster being there and getting caught in an explosion caused by Judas and a rookie operative. She has her first "death", Sebastian is framed and snatched up by Urbanshade. Judas is brutally demoted down to the lowest operative rank.

Naturally, Urbanshade is pissed as hell, and has to do some esoteric occult shit that ultimately dooms Aster to bring her back to life. The community gets sacrificed, Judas and Beatrice are allowed to escape but Beatrice divorces his ass.

Urbanshade sends Aster to a hospital under their jurisdiction, she wakes up almost a year after the incident and sets out to prove Sebastian's innocence after learning the truth. She manages to get some evidence from that night to the cops which helps clear his case, but Urbanshade yoinks her too.

Ten years of torture babeyyyyy. She gets Z-9, another supernatural anomaly attached to her along the way, giving her a monster form that activates when she feels strong survival-based emotions (anger, fear, etc).

Urbanshade eventually goes behind Mr. Shade's back and uses her on Z-2, an anomaly that's been causing trouble in the Blacksite. It's basically a hungry, sentient house, and it wants Z-777 instances.

Mr. Shade is pissy about it, but calms down once they explain that Z-9 is trapped as well, as it's been haunting him for a while, too.

Aster spends an undetermined amount of time in Z-2 before breaking free thanks to Z-9, and runs out during the heat of the Blacksite. Blah blah blah, alliance with Sebastian and Painter, blah blah blah.

The scars on her neck are from a shock collar she used to have to wear early on. They removed it once she became more compliant and subdued. The ones on her wrists and ankles are from pulling on the restraints before her regeneration fully manifested.

Aster was kept alive due to how useful she was to the company as a source of money, but was kept isolated from the EXR-Ps outside of occasional behavioral/psychological tests. No one really stops to think about the transplants and transfusions, given how useful they are

Z-777 is not the person, but the anomaly itself. It's a biological phenomenon that makes everything compatible with everything, and allows the body to adapt to almost all conditions. How the effects vary depending on the methods of harvest cannot be explained.

Z-777 is also said to have some indirect sway over luck. Urbanshade says that about Aster making profits skyrocket, but Sebastian also lost twelve years of his life, the community she was raised in was burned down, Mrs. Solace lost her son, etc. so....

Z-777-2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 all died at some point during their own experimentation periods. Aster is the most successful instance since Z-777-1, hence why Urbanshade is so hellbent on holding onto her. They cannot afford to wait for a Z-777-8.

Aster has the opposite kind of touch trauma from Sebastian and becomes unresponsive instead of violent when people get up in her personal space. She also tends to dissociate/shut down in stressful/overwhelming situations and has developed self-destructive habits thanks to her regenerative abilities.

Despite everything, Aster does genuinely feel good about all the people outside of Urbanshade who did end up getting donations from her, which ultimately saves them from the cons of Z-777's properties. One of the recipients just so happens to be Mrs. Solace, who was suffering from a mild health condition that worsened after Sebastian's "execution".

Aster was a Paramore/Avril Lavigne girlie. She would've liked Olivia Rodrigo's rock music. She listened to Hurricane Streets by Hey Monday and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls on repeat for hours.

She liked to draw and often got in trouble for not paying attention in class because she was doodling. Her and Painter bond over that in the Blacksite.

Kind of a gifted kid, she didn't know what she wanted to do with her life after college and remained undecided. Probably would've done good in law thanks to her having a knack for finding loopholes, but that was never her thing

She wanted to be a singer and definitely had the potential for greatness. She and Sebastian used to have little jam sessions in their dorms when they got bored.

Did parkour as a hobby, her height and weight made her very good at it. She can, in fact, do a sick flip.

I don't have a set love language for her, but physical affection and quality time are the ones she does the most :)

She likes the rain and water in general. She often went night-swimming in the lake near her house or the college pool when she needed to relax or just wanted quiet time to herself.

A very, very repressed romantic. She was mildly disillusioned by her parent's crumbling, messy marriage but still wouldn't hate having a "The Notebook" moment. She would absolutely love it.

The light gold in her eyes came from the experimentation and glow in the dark.

Biting as a love language real.

A very, very good kisser.

Just a walking ray of sunshine and good vibes and that warm, comforting feeling of home and safety and that feeling that everything will, in fact be okay, but also a final girl and this meme:

#aster hawkins #pressure roblox #roblox pressure #oc #pressure of

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