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Falsified Romance
The city of Brooklyn was coated in a thick layer of snow. School was closed, harsh winds were blowing and people wanted nothing more than to stay inside. Despite the cruel weather, Aria called Maxine over to her apartment to have a private chat. They only had so much time before Aria’s mom would return home. Maxine hung her snow-covered jacket by the door and met Aria in her bedroom.
“ You sounded really tense on the phone. Is everything ok?” Maxine asked.
Aria nervously paced around the room and looked at Maxine with moist eyes. “ No. Not really. I never expected this to happen but”- Aria paused to catch her breath-” I'm pregnant and Shawn is the father.”Aria wasn’t sure how she found the strength to say those words but she did.
Maxine’s eyes flared up before immediately slapping Aria across the face. Everyone nearby could hear the crack of the slap and some even turned on their phone cameras anticipating a fight. Aria slowly rubbed her cheek and tried to keep her temper in check. She didn't want to fight her friend. She knew it would only make things even worse.
“What happened to you Aria? We used to make fun of the type of girls who get knocked up in high school and promised not to end up like them. You were never a saint- nobody in this neighborhood is- but you were still better than who you are now. You know your mom can’t afford this baby and she’ll kill you if she finds out. Why would you be so stupid? It's not like I don't understand why you did it. I get it. Shawn is this charming guy with all this money and one day he has his eyes set on you. You probably thought he’d be your ticket outta here. Sorry to say this, but guys like him won't take you too far. You're only entertainment for him. He can find girls like you anywhere."
Aria rolled her eyes with her hands placed firmly on her hips.
“You wouldn't understand because you're still living the life I left behind. I don't need to fight other girls and steal their money like we used to do. Ever since Shawn and I met, he’s been taking care of me and mom even though she doesn't know anything. He loves me and protects me. I can't give him up for anything. I admit the pregnancy was definitely a mistake. We used protection so I have no idea how this happened.”
“Is this the same Shawn who disappeared as soon as he found out you were pregnant? Or maybe it's the other Shawn who’s been sleeping with other girls your entire relationship. He doesn't love you, Aria. You're just another girl he can play with and everyone can see it but you. Grow up!”
“ let's end things right here. If we keep talking we’ll end up fighting and I definitely don’t want that happening. Get outta here and give me some room to myself. I know you're trying to help me out but you’ve said too much.” Aria said.
“ Fine, I'll leave. If something goes wrong don't come running to me for help.”
Maxine grabbed her coat and slammed the door behind her. Aria watched her walk away from her window as Maxine turned to look at her for a brief moment. There was too much distance to say for certain, but, Aria could've sworn she saw Maxine cry. Aria lay on her reflecting on the argument that ensued. She was angry yet she couldn't help feeling that she was in the wrong. She knew Shawn was a dangerous guy to hook up with but he was the first man that said he loved her. There was no father in her life to say those words and the boys in the neighborhood had lust for any female to cross their path.
'Maybe I can still talk things out with him. If he really loves me, he won’t leave me to suffer like this. I’ll prove to Maxine she was wrong'.Even as the words entered her mind, Aria doubted that her situation would have such an easy solution. After about an hour of self-reflection, Aria put on her winter clothes and left her apartment. She would go to Shawn’s hideout and finally settle everything. When Aria boarded the bus, she reflected on everything Maxine said again. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew she really had changed. Growing up poor with a single mother, Aria had a reason to be angry since day one. She hated seeing her mom work so hard just to barely get by. She was exactly like the other moms in their housing project. Slaving away for nothing.
'I can't end up like her', Aria would often think to herself. She'd rather be a criminal who stole from the wealthy than busting her back as a nurse in a local hospital with nothing to show for it. Being a blue-collared worker meant supporting a government that couldn't care less about you. Thieves are simply taking what’s due to them. The government loved to make life harder for poor people so it was only natural they pay the system back in kind.
It was that ideology that led her to Shawn. She was in a store, looking to grab some things off the shelves and run. There was barely anything left in the fridge at home and Aria's mom could only patiently wait for her next check. It was her first time shoplifting in a different neighborhood so she was anxious and out of place. She awkwardly stood in front of an aisle of food, her wobbling arms outstretched. Before Aria could make a move she felt a big hand grab her by the shoulder.
“It’s too late to do any stealing. You've already made it too hot with all that fidgeting you did earlier. I know a good spot we can go to.”
Aria was prepared to be reprimanded by the store manager but instead, she got advice from local thug Shawn. The two hit it off smoothly after that. Shawn would get her fancy gifts she would show off to the girls in her gang. The fancy clothes and jewelry let everybody know that Aria was Shawn’s property. She wasn’t that “violent girl living in the projects” anymore. She felt special and was finally living a life worth living.
Shawn had moments where he could be terrifying though. There were days when he would get so angry and make Aria feel degraded. He would get into these moods where he couldn't help but insult Aria while reminding her where she came from. She had known about the other girls in his life but never came to terms with it. Yes, Shawn had fooled around with a countless amount of girls but Aria wanted to believe she was the special one. Delusions could only go so far, however. This insecurity would burrow in her mind and eat away at her self-esteem.
Aria could feel the dread building in her soul as she entered the old worn down brownstone. It was an ocean of snow outside yet this place felt colder than any winter to grace Brooklyn. Her ebony seemed to grow paler with every second she spent outside. Her nose was immediately assaulted with the stench of beer and weed. The floorboards looked like the entire city took turns stomping on them and the walls had more crack than the actual drug on the floor. Aria usually took pride in her Gucci jacket over her Armani Exchange sweater but now she just wanted to rip it off. It was the same reaction meat lovers have when they see slaughterhouses. They like the product but not how it's made. Aria glanced at the neat rows of white powder lined up to the sides. The same substance that paid for her wardrobe. She tiptoed up the stairs but it did any good. The loud creaky stairs were practically alarm bells. As soon as she hit the first step her eyes locked with Shawn, standing at the end of the hallway. A solid minute of absolute silence.
Shawn used to have a fire in his eyes that could fill most girls with warmth. The flame had long since kindled and it was an icy stare. They both knew what had to be said but the words were too shy to come out.
“We… we have to do something about this baby.” Aria’s voice was barely a whisper.
“YOU have to do something. I already told you I don't want nothing with that bastard child. You made your choice so don't try to bring me into it.”
“Excuse me?!?! We both played a part in this mess so don't you even dare play innocent. I need the abortion money.”
Shawn traced his fingers across his temple, massaging the veins on the brink of bursting.
“Look, you already pissed me off the other day coming out of nowhere talking about you pregnant. I don’t need you begging me for money.”
“It wasn’t the other day, it was two weeks ago! That’s how long you’ve been ignoring me. You need to take care of this baby. You know I can barely afford to take care of myself. Come with me to the hospital and pretend to be my dad so I can get this abortion already. I’m done with all the BS you’ve been giving me.” Said Aria
“Why you acting like I’m the only one who made this child? You’re the one who decided to get pregnant! We used protection and everything. You probably put a hole in the rubber to suck some more money outta me. The only thing girls in this neighborhood ever want is want is my money.”
Aria wanted to smack him but knew full well Shawn wouldn’t think twice about knocking her out. “I fell” wouldn’t get by her mom the second time.
“You’re taking care of this baby one way or another. All of this,” Aria said while pointing to the copious amounts of drugs, “is gonna get you in jail. I’ll keep quiet if you do me a small favor. Just something a would-be dad is supposed to do.
Shawn’s fists clenched as his cold stare morphed into a scowl. The fire’s back. Aria felt the walls close in as her ex leaped like a lion hunting prey. His massive hands gripped her by the collar and slammed her to the wall.
“I’ve had enough of all this baby drama. We’re done so stop trying to be part of my life. I’m gonna give you a real good reason to keep quiet. You ain't ever gon' open that shit talking mouth again.”
The air froze over when the police slammed open the front doors of the abandoned apartment. Men in blue came marching up the raggedy steps and now it was Shawn’s turn to be pinned down. Aria was stunned not by the police but at the sight of her mom and Maxine walking up the steps.
“She knows everything,” Maxine said with an apologetic look. It had barely been an hour since the fight yet Maxine still helped.
“What kind of man are you? Alone in an apartment with a girl barely half your age.” One of the cops said as Shawn struggled with his cuffs.
Aria soon felt a warm embrace from her mom as she hugged with all her strength. Aliyah’s tears rolled down her daughter’s neck.
“I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry for everything. I ruined everything.”
"No, Aria, you didn’t. That man manipulated and abused you. It’s not your fault. It’s not going to be easy but we can get through this. We’re taking this to court and suing him for everything he has.”
Aria shook her head. “Mom, you know we don’t have the money for a lawyer.”
“Yes, we do honey. The government will force the money out of him no matter what happens. Let’s just focus on you right now.”
The world outside was a harsh winter wonderland but with her mom and Maxine by her side, Aria felt true warmth for the first time in a while.
The days following the disaster flew by like the winter winds. Aliyah expressed her disappointment and anger at her daughter’s recklessness but was ultimately glad she was safe. The government Aria hated so much had siphoned the much-needed money out of Shawn who was currently rotting in jail with a statutory rape charge. Aria didn't understand the seriousness of the crime at the moment because she never felt assaulted but she know he had manipulated her.
There was still the dilemma of keeping the baby or getting an abortion. She didn't want anything to remind her of Shawn but killing something that was inside her seemed so harsh. After thinking about it, she realized she saw a pregnancy movie where the mom gets an abortion. The mom usually either gets talked out of it or is the one who shoots down the idea. The media is biased that way. There was no point in going through the pain of childbirth only to give the baby away so abortion was the bitter pill she would swallow.
When the procedure was done, Aria and her mom cried for what seemed like hours. Tears of joy for everything being over and tears of sadness for it having to come this far. Aliyah introduced aria to a support group in her hospital. It was for teenage victims of sexual assault and abuse. Aria was at first hesitant as she wanted to put everything behind her. Aliyah assured her that talking about the crisis she endured was the best way to move on. Aria reluctantly agreed and entered the program.
At first, it felt awkward talking to strangers about her life but with time it felt natural. She hadn’t realized how disturbing and cruel Shawn was until she looked at him with a retrospective. She wanted to cry her eyes out but didn’t want to look pathetic. Being part of the group let Aria see she was a victim and there were a lot of other girls who shared her pain. What’s more, is that every girl there had their own ambition. Some wanted to be fashion designers and others wanted to be singers. Aria never put much thought into what she wanted to be but now she had an idea. There are so many people in the world who feel directionless and abused just like she had been. She wanted to help those people and stop them from making the dumb choices she made. Whether she be a therapist, motivational speaker, or psychologist, Aria would heal the mental scars of those she met.
Sayonara Shinjuku
The girl stood on the edge of the skyscraper. Her heart was etched in darkness like the night sky above. She looked down upon the apathetic citizens of Shinjuku as they went about their boring lives.
Salarymen rushing to catch the last train.
Drunken vagrants hassling for change.
Nightwalkers bringing their clients into love hotels.
" What a drag." She muttered.
Up until a week ago, her life was normal.
Up until a week ago, she had no reason to die.
But now?
Her feet were almost off the edge.
Her body balance was supported only by her heels.
" Goodbye Shinjuku. I don't need you anymore and I'm sure you feel the same way about me. Oh. I'm sure you won't be missed either." The girl said while staring at her stomach.
The father discarded them with a callousness she thought impossible. He had fed her so many expert lies about love and commitment. She dutifully kept their relationship secret from students and faculty just like he insisted. "They're jealous of our love. They'll try to tear us apart," he told her.
She thought she was doing right by her lover. He repaid her affection with bruise marks and crumpled dollar bills. The girl wondered if she would make it on the news after this. That would make it impossible for her to be ignored. An ideal ending.
With one final step, her body plummeted.
The lights and sounds of the city all became a blur.
In a moment, she would become red splatter.
She'd be forgotten by the next morning.
No more regrets.
No more bitter sentiments.
All she had left were the memories of one week prior.
Everyone wants to be a Barbie- Short Story
Stacy desired beauty more than anything in life. She grew tired of playing the role of a background set piece in someone else's story. The men at her job paid her no mind and the women often mocked her plain Jane appearance. Life was not kind to people like her; people who were destined to be loveless. Every day she scorned her bloated body, crooked nose, and heavy eye bags. Why couldn't she be like the girls who pranced around on social media? They always danced on screen wearing the latest trends while a legion of fans cheered them on in the comments. A lifestyle like that was a dream as distant as the farthest stars.
Diets didn't work. Neither did makeovers. Stacy remained a prisoner in her ugly skin. There were times when she wanted to end everything and other times when she fervently latched onto the possibility of true beauty. It was on one fateful morning she took the first step toward turning her dreams into reality.
Dr. Faust was his name. He stopped Stacy during a morning jog and presented her with an opportunity she couldn't turn down.
" Excuse me miss, but you're exceptionally beautiful. Far too beautiful to spend your morning all alone. Allow me to be of service." The man handed her a sleek pink business card. His tall figure was clad in an all black suit and bowler hat despite the warm spring weather. According to the card, he ran a small modeling agency located on the outskirts of the city.
" I can help you realize your true potential and show the world how pretty you are."
Stacy was stunned. No one, let alone a handsome older man like Faust, had ever complimented her appearance. Her heartbeat pulsed rapidly and her breath was stifled. Was this how Cinderella felt when the Prince offered her his hand? Stacy happily entered the car and allowed the tall stranger to drive her to his business.
The exterior of the building was a far cry from what Stacy expected it to be. It was a modest abode in plain grey colors and looked borderline decrepit. It looked more like something from a housing project rather than a modeling studio. All the signals in her brain were telling Stacy to run away but she dreaded possibly losing her only chance at stardom. She buckled down her fears as she followed Faust inside.
Inside the building hardly looked any better than outside. Cobwebs were growing in dust covered corners and an odd disinfectant odor invaded Stacy's nostrils. Her pulse quickened with each step she took up the metallic staircase blanketed in rust. By the time it dawned on her that leaving effective immediately would be in her best interest, a large metal door came to loud shut behind her.
" We have arrived, my dear. It's time to let your inner beauty blossom." Dr. Faust flicked on the lights to reveal a scene straight from hell itself. Several mannequins were lined against the walls in uniform fashion. Each one of them had bulbous bodies caked in heavy layers of dirt and dried waste. Some wore office attire while others wore clothing on the more… erotic side. Most striking of all were their hollow expressions. They were almost completely devoid of emotion or color but Stacy could feel a faint ping of pain upon looking deeply into their eyes.
Stacy frantically rushed to the door, grabbing desperately at the knob that refused to turn. Her vain attempt to flee was met with guttural laughter from her captor. " Why so eager to run? I told you I can bring out your true beauty. There is nothing more desirable in my line of work than a woman in complete tranquility. No movement. No emotions. Nothing but abject stillness."
Stacy could only scream in pure agony as the syringe was stabbed into her arm. The vile concoction made her body almost instantly go limp. Her legs could no longer support her weight so she went plummeting to the ground. She couldn't even plead for mercy while Faust towered over her with a manic smile plastered on his face. From his pocket he pulled out a scalpel covered in dry blood.
" It is now time to begin the operation. You shall become the perfect girl within due time."
The Black Dystopia of Free the Robots
Capital Steez's song Free the Robots is a tune that's been haunting my mind for the past few years. Everything from the lyrics to the vocals and rhythm is perfectly carried out. I never got to listen to any of Steez's music while he was still alive, mostly because I was still in elementary school when his career started and had ZERO interest in hip-hop at the time. Even now I'm still pedantic about the rap I choose to listen to. Capital Steez however blew me away with his 2012 masterpiece.
First thing first: I have to get credit to the producer responsible for the music, free the Robots. The original song is called Dear Diary and was released in 2007. Steez would later rap over the beat when he “borrowed” it for his single. The reason for the quotations is that the music producer Free the Robots never got properly credited for the song and many people attribute the beat to Steez rather than them. With that said, the music has an ominous and foreboding vibe to it that pairs well with Steez's cynical lyrics. It immediately lets listeners know they're in for a spooky ride.
Steez uses his lyrical wit to paint a grim picture of American society, particularly, the reality that many black Americans have to face. They also reflect Steez's deteriorating mental health and growing disillusionment with the world. Let's get started with the first verse:
"Illuminati tryin' to read my mind with a eagle eye
And the haze got me thinkin', why
We killed Osama and plenty innocent people died
We should see the signs, but we Stevie blind"
This is a blatant attack on America's war-mongering attitude. Osama's death was greatly celebrated, but the countless people who lost their lives in the name of war were treated as just a statistic. There is no glory in war. It's just senseless murder and yet people treat it as a noble cause. Wake up and stop the violence.
"No disrespect to the man or the legend, but
I'm sick and tired of askin' my brethren if
It all ends in 2011
Would God come through or would he actually forget us?
Cause, apocalypse is getting closer
But they're more focused on that lil youth sippin' soda
Fuck the sugar act, n*ggas out pushin' crack
And I lost my father figure because of that"
There used to be a common conspiracy that the world would end in 2012 and perhaps this weighed on Steez's paranoid mind. It's been noted that Steez had a very warped view of reality fueled by an eclectic blend of spiritual beliefs so it wouldn't surprise me if he genuinely believed an apocalypse was coming. Ironically, Steez ended his life two days after the world was predicted to end. He then goes on to call out how the government would rather tax the poor instead of dealing with the serious issues plaguing communities. The last line is especially brutal if you know that Steez lost his dad at age 3 so he basically lost two father figures in his short lifespan. Even though Steez acknowledges that drugs destroy communities, he himself was a very casual drug user and that only worsened his already crumbling mental state.
"So can I live? or is my brother tryin' to gun me down
Scuffle a couple of rounds 'til we hear the thunder sound
No lightening, clash of the titans
And after the violence a moment of silence
Cause I want mine the fast way
The ski mask way, lookin' for a fast pay
And instead of stickin' up for each other
Pickin' up guns and stickin' up our brothers
So fuck 'em all, I'm comin' through ragin'
And I won't stop 'til Reagan is caged in
Mom tell me I should let the Lord handle it
The arm of the law is tryin' to man-handle us
A man's world, but a white man's planet
And the doors are slowly closing while we fallin' through the cracks of it
It's a shame that flippin' crack will be
The best alternative if you don't make it rappin'
These crack houses and trap houses are trappin' us in
And in the end we're gonna remain stagnant
I ain't havin' it"
There's so much to digest with the second verse but the general idea is that the black community is self-destructing while also being under attack from white patriarchal society. Black On black violence is a topic often used as a tool to justify racist hatred, but here, Steez expresses genuine empathy. All too often are black people getting killed by their own members, by people who are supposed to have their backs. A life of drugs and violence is treated like the only option afforded to black people if they don't make it into the entertainment or sports industry. Steez is practically urging the listener to not become another statistic and to do something more with your life. This is your wake-up call.
12 years later, Free the Robots has a message that remains relevant even today. There are many people who are slumbering, completely blind to the poisons rotting society. Steez made it clear that the responsibility of changing the world lies upon those who are aware it needs to be saved. It's a shame that he lived such a short life, but it's clear that there was incredible acuity in his soul. Rest in peace.
Would love if you guys sent me requests
I know I got like 8 followers on here, but please send me requests. I have small brain and can't think for myself ಥ‿ಥ
If you happen to see this and aren't following me pls consider requesting anyway, I have anon on if you're shy.
I write for gn, nb, and male, readers. But I always write for black readers. I don't write fem readers, unless they're trans girls cause they get nothing. I obviously write for trans boys/enbys too!
Again, black readers only unless specifically requested otherwise. And only for other POC.
Hi! I was wondering if you could write something for HoO boys being your boy friend? Also, do you think it’s possible for you to do a trans (ftm) hispanic demiboy? Thanks!
Oh yeah sure! As a Demi-Boy it's my duty!
This is over 900 words so there's gonna be a part two (sorry bout that)
HOO Boys with A Hispanic!Demi-Boy! S/O
Frank Zhang
"Wait your a demi-boy? Like cause you're a demi-god orr"
"Oh okay, totally unrelated gotcha."
You probably came out to Frank after the Son of neptune, scared you'd never get the chance to tell him.
He asked some silly questions but obviously accepted you! He would do more research via internet but demi-gods and phones don't mix
(What do you mean he's been asking other trans demi-gods how to better understand, you obviously got the wrong chinese-canadian shape-shifting son of mars)
Anyway he loves you, and tries to switch pronouns often ❤️ (if you use multiple)
If you're ever feeling dysphoric, he'll turn into an cuddly animal of your choice to make you feel better.
Will turn into a bear and (threaten to) eat a transphobe
(They probably taste funny lol)
(If you're bilingual) You, him and Jason sit in a circle and speak in spanish, canadian french, and latin, knowing damn well y'all don't understand each other.
Y'all be looking like this
Don't even try having Thanksgiving with him
"Happy Thanksgiving!"
".... I'm canadian."
"Oh, uhhh happy thursday then??"
Like sir, do you want some turkey or not?
Jason Grace
"So wait, if you're a demi-god and a demi-boy do they like cancel each other out?"
"I- baby no—"
"Can I call you God-Boy?"
Y'all give him a minute, boy brain ain't right after getting knocked out so many times 🤣
Being called God-Boy does make you feel powerful ngl
You probably "dated" during hoo, and after you started dating for real came out to him.
Uses both pronouns, like every other paragraph. (If you use multiple)
If you're a greek demi-god, he loves to take you over to Camp Jupiter, and take you on tours around the parthenon and go on dates
If you're roman, he takes you out to Camp half-blood and maybe even tour manhattan!
(Gotta be a group date though, he's been at Camp Jupiter since he was 3 and only left on quests, he don't know where he going)
(If your bilingual) He'll teach you latin if you teach him spanish! It's always cool to know another language, especially if you're partner speaks it.
If you're dysphoric, y'all take naps together.
You don't have to stress, whatever's outside can wait a while, right now it's just you and him ❤️
You're his little God-Boy, he loves you
What do you mean he specifically asked to do whatever chores you had that day? Uh-huh couldn't be him 🛑🖐️ stop playing
Don't let him meet your mortal parent
Boy be so nervous he don't know what to do
"Jason, dear could you pass me the (fav. Food) "
"Yes (Mr./Mrs/Mx.) L/n, I will have a ham sandwich "
"..."
"..."
"..."
He left with a ham sandwich and a red face
He got invited back over, so it wasn't too bad tho lol
Leo Valdez
He already knew you were a demi-boy!
You probably came out to Leo before y'all started dating, and maybe before y'all knew you were demi-gods, he just has that "yes I'd beat a bitch's ass and lose, and what about it?" Energy y'know??
Obviously you could trust him.
Will try to to use both pronouns, but might stick with one for a while before switching it up and then sticking to one again
Y'all probably talk shit about people together honestly.
Let's be honest, if you were bilingual, with a boyfriend who was also bilingual, and y'all didn't like this one person you'd talk shit right in front of them.
If you're really petty you'd make it obvious too.
If you're ever feeling some dysphoria, don't worry cause Leo got dis-for-ya!
Iamsosorry
But seriously he'll build you tiny trinkets and stuff to help you feel better
Greatifyoureahoarderlikemelol
If you want, you could help him with building, or even build something yourself!
(You: somehow builds a bomb or something equally dangerous
Leo:
)
Y'all like to make smores, and probably sing the campfire song from spongebob while doing it
(Whether it's on Leo or an actual campfire depends on y'all mood)
"OUR C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG"
"Hey, you did it without stuttering this time!"
Nico di Angelo
"So you trans your gender??"
"Uh no, I'm transgender, it doesn't work like that—"
"How do you trans your gender?? Is it a like a process to get your gender trans or does it happen all at once?"
This boy a whole boomer, lord have mercy 😭🖐️
Growing up in early 1900's he doesn't really understand, but he'll try.
If he feels like he's bothering you with too many with questions, he'll go bother Annabeth instead.
Uses both pronouns, despite not knowing how you can have more than one. (If you use multiple)
Will do his best to get rid of any internalized transphobia he might have. Even if he grew up around Bianca, it was a hateful time back then and he might have biases.
You're dysphoric, but how??
He understands how dysphoria works, as much as it pains him to know that you're hurting, he didn't understand how it could effect someone like you.
You were much braver than he was, not being outed and actually coming out on your own. You were the man you said you were and more.
Sometimes y'all just lay down outside under a tree and he'll sing to you.
(Y'all know I'm talking about Soldatino don't even play)
Those days can go from bad to okay to great, depending on what y'all do afterward.
Sometimes y'all go out to eat at McDonald's via shadow travel, and I hope you got cash cause the seven gonna want some too lol (this includes Rachel and Will btw)
"So you're ordering (big af order) to go, for just the two of you?"
"We're eating for nine."
"No baby we're eating for eleven remember?"
Cashier, who's just trying to earn they minimum wage:
I don't know how to end this lol
Um part 2 will be out soon, maybe like a day from now if I don't forget lol
Thank you for requesting! I hope it was up to your standards, if not then I hope you enjoyed it anyway, cause I enjoyed writing it!
If you're interested in my writing pls request, I only have one other to do so it might be done soon!
Also, I hope Leo's bilingual hc isn't offensive in anyway. I'm just realizing how rude that may sound. If it is I'll write a new one. I'm not bilingual but if I was that's what I'd do. Again, I hope I didn't come off as ignorant on that hc.
Synopsis of the servant and the master
Reader Wayne a young woman who lived with her mother as France only child, alone without a friend. For years she knew nothing about her father with her mother who hated her no one present for her she had to learn to manage all after a rainy evening when she was returning home, on the ceiling hung the corpse her mother's life just at the same time their neighbor Miranda who was passing by the car saw the girl all alone in the pouring rain that seemed lifeless she decided to go see to see the same thing she did not hesitate a second to cover the eyes of the girl and call the police and This is how the story of Reader Wayne begins.
this is so well written!
short addition- J'onn as Hank Henshaw in Supergirl says something akin to "I shapeshifted into this form out of circumstance and luck, and to change out of hatred other people have just because of my skin color would be to abandon those who are subject to it every day."
I'd pay so much money for a special issue of Clark and J'onn (who have very similar powersets) juxtaposed in how they're treated. oh man I want to write something on the differences in the public's reactions to their heroics SO BAD now
essay I did focusing mainly on Martian Manhunter that examines how race can become a choice when we're discussing shapeshifting aliens, and what that even means if these alien characters identify with the race they're taking on anyway
Let’s not forget to acknowledge Alexandre Dumas this Black History Month
The writer of two of the most well known stories worldwide, The Three Musketeers and The Count of Monte Cristo was a black man.
That’s excellence.
i love the concept of black readers. i love black ocs in fanfiction. i love that there's just some mini spaces for black fans. too much anti-blackness, white-centering, white favorism and lack of care for black fans in fanfiction and fandoms. there's always so little of xblk!readers or blk ocs but i'm so comforted by the fact that there is some readers, ocs, and people i can relate too.
i love that there's so much more people than i thought that don't just relate to me when it comes to culture, but relates to me when it comes to the awareness of fandom and fanfiction anti-black issues.
which is why its always sad bae hours when you realize there's no xblk!reader fics in your fandom, no fics with any black!ocs in your fandom, no black!reader various-fandom collections with your fandom in it, or even barely any black writers in your fandom.
and even when you're the people doing pumping out content for black readers and/or make safe spaces for black fans, it can get so lonely knowing you're one of the only ones.
if that's what happen to you; i hear you loud and clear hun. currently going through that as well. just know there's other black fans that relate to you. the struggles are real but you'll get through it, maybe, eventually. and even if you don't, its okay.
Shout out to all the black fans with no reader fics you'll relate to.
Shout out to all the black fans that keep pushing through the anti-blackness and lack of care for them in the fandom.
Shout out to all the black fans that write xblackreader fics or black oc fics nobody else in your fandom ever does.
Shout out to all the black fans that have no space for other black fans in their fandom.
Shout out to all the black writers or fans that gave up in looking for content for them to relate to, or gave up in creating black!oc or black!reader fanfiction for the sake of themselves and/or others can relate to; you've done well, you deserve as much credit as black fans that currently contribute to black representation in fandoms. you didn't give up, you were tired. and that's okay.
Shout out to all the black fans that moved to another fandom because of the lack of black spaces, black fans or black writers. It's always so tiring and disappointing knowing your old fandom have none of what your new fandom has; but at least in your new fandom you may feel more appreciated and accepted.
black fans and writers deserve to be respected and appreciated.
On Wat you On
Synopsis: You accuse Eren of cheating on you, and he’s so damn tired of it.
Warnings⚠️ : pet names( ma, mama) , black reader, Fem!reader, Plug! Eren, mentions of sex, cussing, sex in general, unprotected sex (p in v), sort of toxic relationship, tatted Eren, Eren with long hair!!( Yes lordt 🙏🏾)
A/n: this is my first time writing full on smut like this.. enjoy!
“Why you always telling these people I’m crazy?” Eren just got home from selling some of his drugs to his clients. Lots of people most females be telling you the things that says about you.
“What you mean mama?” He was standing by the door looking confused as if he did nothing wrong.
“Don’t look at me like that Eren. If you gon tell these people our business you should tell them how fucked uo you got me.”
“I got you fucked up?” He chuckled at that.
“Yes bruh, you do. How am I not supposed to be when you over here sleeping with Mariah and Casey? Who else know you be sleeping with behind my back.”
“Who said I was sleeping with anyone else but you?” Now he had an attitude with you.
“You said you were “hanging with Connie and them.” Turns out Connie said you weren’t even at his house today. So I know you were with one of them bitches.”
You had an apparent mug on your face when you look at him. He was slightly laughing at you, like you really were crazy.
“What the fuck is funny?” He looked up at you and he stopped laughing. “Nothing, just laughing at myself.” You still had the mug on your face and you were just blinking at him. “You really should be, dumbass.” You muttered out under your breath.
“What was that?” He looked at you with an angry expression. “Nothin, I aint say anything.” You looked away from him walking into the kitchen getting yourself something to drink to calm your nerves.
“Nah nah, go into the bedroom.” He came up to the island counter and looked at you while you were drinking your water. “Nuh uh, you can’t just put your dick in me every time we have a problem. Now you just doing too much.” “If I’m doing too much, then your not doing enough.”
You stopped drinking your water and looked at him. You tsked at him “That’s a damn lie, you don’t even hug and kiss me no more.”
“okay and I’ve been working on that, every time I try to do something right here you go making another issue.” Now your looking at him like he offended you. He’s trying to make it seem like you’re the problem.
“Oh no sir don’t turn this shit on me. My friends were right when I took your ass back.”
“You aren’t shit. Your only good for dick and nothing else.” You we’re so sick and tired of this shit happening. “Mama look, I’m sorry. I wasn’t cheating on you. Promise. I was just at Levi’s getting some more weed.”
“If you were ‘Just getting some more weed’ then whyd you lie?” Eren sighed before looking at you in your eyes. “Cuase I know how much you don’t want me around him.”
You were shocked that Eren was with Levi. “Boy, bye I’m leaving cause wtf were you doing with him? You coulda gotten weed from anyone else.” You we’re walking towards the door to put your slides on when you felt a tug on your arm.
“Eren, I don’t have time for this. Let me go.” You tugged for your arm back as you tried to put your jacket on. “No, cause now you’ve got me fucked up. Why you still have an attitude ma?”
You tried not to look at him and just huffed in annoyance. “I’m talking to you.” You turned around and looked up at him. “Cause you should’ve lied in the first place. What don’t you get?” You said snapping your fingers in his face.
“Okay first, I apologized. Second lose the attitude before I have to make it go away for you.” You we’re very short tempered, when something you didn’t like happens you get upset so quick.
You smacked your lips “Boy please I ain’t losing nothing.” You said so confidently before he picked you up over his shoulder and carried you to the bed room.
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“Daddy m’ sorry!” You cried out as he buried in you for the umpteenth time that night.
“Sorry for what baby? Tell daddy what your sorry for, I might forgive you.” He was going in and out of you so damn slow, you couldn’t take it.
He wouldn’t let you come either it was torture. “M’ sorry for yelling at you! I should’ve trusted you I’m so sorry!” You had a tear stained face with pouty lips. You screamed out when he hit your g spot.
“I don’t forgive you yet mama. Keep begging.” He groaned out when pulling out of you slowly before picking up his pace a little. “You had the nerve to tell me I’m not shit? When all I do is spend my last dime on you, treat you good, I flaunt you around like a damn princess, and I dick you down good?”
“That how I know you’re too spoiled.” He slowed back down and you groaned in annoyance. He’s been edging you this entire time and you were tired of it.
“Please ‘ren let me cum!” You pleaded out with almost everything in you. You were full on sobbing by now from how overwhelmed you were from not cumming. Your hands were scratching at his tattooed back. He looked so sexy with them to you. 
“You can cum now baby, you can cum as much as you want.”
That was 10 minutes ago. Now he’s overstimulating you to the point you might pass out. You’ve been pleading him to slow down and stop. But he’s been acting like he’s deaf all of a sudden and doesn’t wanna hear you.
Now here you are, laying underneath him pleading for him to stop. Your thighs shook as you wanted to cum.
He’s been edging you this entire time and you still haven’t cum as much as he did. “Please ‘ren, let me cum!” You looked back at him and saw his face concentrating.
“I don’t believe you mama, you had the nerve to say I’m not shit? While I spend every dime on you, flaunt you’s round like a damn princess, and dick you down good? Keep begging though.”
You groaned with frustration as he said that, and it was all true. After some time he finally let you cum and after that he just kept going.
Now you’re underneath him on your stomach begging for him to stop and his pace sped up a whole lot more. You buried your face into the pillows of the bed while you were sobbing from pleasure. He hit a certain spot in you that made you scream out and arch your back.
“Keep that arch baby, keep that arch for me.”
He reached his hand down to find your clit, but he couldn’t do that because you grabbed his wrist. “Let my hand go baby. I said, let my hand go.” You cried out more as you finally let his wrist go.
He pulled his hand up and landed a harsh smack on your ass which causes you to yelp. His pace slowed downs little because of your disobedience.
On the bedside table, your phone lit up with a text message. It distracted you a little bit and your moans quieted down. Eren noticed and slowed down and looked at you, then looked ti where you were looking at.
He picked your phone up from the table and looked at the message, it was from your friend Sasha… ‘Hey ____! Come with me and girls for a brunch tomorrow afternoon! I know it’s kinda late but respond as soon as you can!’ is what it read.
Eren handed your phone to you and got his pace back, thrusting into you again as you groaned out from the pleasure building back up. “Respond to her, tell her you’ll be there.” And you nodded.
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On today’s episode of Star Thinks
Anybody else like low-key tired of the racist white bitches responding to Black Writers , writing solely for BLACK people , cause we genuinely can’t find many stories/blurbs written for us , cause I know for damn sure nobody is running their fingers through my 4C fro , it just ain’t gon work.
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